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kirwell · 1 year

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"LOVE" as seen in A Starless Clan

I wrote most of this while reading Shadow, but my feelings on the matter still haven’t changed, now having finished the book.

I don’t like how Warriors handles most of their romantic relationships, and maybe it’s just my demiromantic brain taking the reigns here, but even still, Warriors has a problem.

Read on! A semi-coherent ranting below. Spoilers for book 3 Shadow of A Starless Clan!

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FROSTPAW is not in love with Splashtail

She has a crush built on her own infatuation and inaccurate expectations of love, and that’s understandable as she’s young and literally has no parents left to teach and guide her. The last thing anyone should expect from their own trusted clanmates is manipulation. Before it was revealed that Splashtail had ulterior motives for getting involved with Frostpaw, I was really nervous that they would actually become mates. There is nothing of real substance between them. But now we know that Splashtail is in fact using her affections to manipulate her in his favor. With the amount of gaslighting that he uses on Frostpaw and how she’s so annoyed by him second-guessing her decisions, I’m surprised she still has a crush on him. It’s really sad to see someone inexperienced in life be manipulated by an older, trusted individual, especially when “love” is involved. From our perspective as well as Frostpaw's, Splashtail is never supportive with what she wants, and he’s never once shown signs of what actual love looks like. Like...putting the other person first...considering their feelings...supporting their dreams...taking an interest in them as a person...and the list goes on. Very concerning and predatory, and I hope Mothwing gets to beat the living shit out of Splashtail when everything is revealed in the end. Or better yet, have Frostpaw do it now that she has warrior training. Imagine Frostpaw pummeling him, eyes flooded with tears, grey fur stained red, and her body quaking with pain and fury. “I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME! YOU USED ME! MY…MY MOTHER DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!”

If Frostpaw doesn't get her moment, ima be upset.

NIGHTHEART is not in love with Sunbeam

He may find Sunbeam attractive and enjoys her company and attention, but that is the extent of his feelings, and he’s lying to himself when he says otherwise.

Nightheart busting into ShadowClan and proclaiming to everyone that he and Sunbeam are IN LOVE was absolutely embarrassing. I’m surprised no one really questioned him up front, or asked Sunbeam directly if she wanted Nightheart in ShadowClan or not. He “loves” Sunbeam because she’s giving him the validation he’s never gotten from loved ones, and Sunbeam just so happens to be a she-cat he can be mates with. Let’s be honest: if Sunbeam was a tom, Nightheart would have been less inclined to leave ThunderClan for ShadowClan… (actually…that would’ve been cool to see! Can’t cats switch clans for friendships, too, as they do for mates?)

Nightheart’s situation kind of feels like a patient falling for their therapist because they feel listened to and accepted and then blur the lines between "love" and "in love". I believe that he believes he loves Sunbeam, but they still have no foundation past, “Oh, you agree with me? Wow, I feel special. Let’s get together.” I also wanna mention that Nightheart JUST became a warrior. HE’S YOUNG. He’s barely been a warrior, and now he already wants to take a mate? Maybe it’s just cat hormones at work, but calm down man.

If we had gotten to see Nightheart realize that he actually didn’t romantically love Sunbeam and was just projecting, THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN AMAZING! Tragic but awesome for the plot and his character progression. I thought that's what the plot was being set up for, because we see Nightheart ignore Sunbeam whenever it suits him, worry her, question her, and never ask what SHE FEELS about him. It’s all about Nightheart.

Nightheart should have faced consequences for the hurt he’s dealt. Show Sunbeam resenting him instead of going after him. And show Squirrelflight rejecting his request to rejoin ThunderClan instead of just accepting him back like he didn’t abandon and embarrass them. I actually think a rogue Nightheart arc would have been interesting! Make him learn about being an adult, that not everything revolves around him, and that other people have emotions too. Show that his initial problems weren’t as big as he thought they were and have things put into perspective. Imagine he befriends like this old rugged stray who's seen some shit, and they just put Nightheart in his place at some point and tell him to grow up and make amends with his family cause life’s too short, and cats die before we’re ready for them too.

Have Nightheart return to the clans after experiencing some real-life shit somewhere, more mature and changed on a much deeper level.

SUNBEAM is not in love with Nightheart.

And it’s painful to read her inner dialogue about him, trying to manifest romantic feelings when they’re nonexistent. She wants to be in love with him, but she wasn't for most of the book. If anything, I’m given the impression that Sunbeam felt as though Nightheart was indebted to her love because he’s already made sacrifices for her in their relationship. And he did, which only puts Sunbeam in a worse situation.

Imagine you just met someone that you’re kinda into, but it’s new. Now imagine that person selling their house, all their possessions, basically disowning their own family, and then suddenly showing up at YOUR HOUSE, in front of YOUR FAMILY, and just being like, “I’m here now because I love you. And you love me too, right?”

That’s messed up. Is that love in the air? No, it’s emotional manipulation.

Sunbeam likes his personality, his demeanor, finds him handsome, and the two can relate to each other on some level. But there’s no real love behavior between them, previous or current. Nightheart is self-serving and thoughtless. I’m pleased Sunbeam made the point to say that Nightheart needs to want to be in ShadowClan for himself and not just for Sunbeam because he’s not loyal to ShadowClan. He just wants Sunbeam. And if I were Tigerstar, I’d be very hesitant to let him come into my clan on his current pretenses. What happens if Sunbeam doesn’t love him back, or they break up? If Nightheart loses that support and validation from Sunbeam, will he whine and cry, and run away from ShadowClan because he’s “not understood?”

Sunbeam deserves better.

My thoughts after reading Shadow

I hate…I HATE how everything went down between Sunbeam and Nightheart. I was so excited when Nightheart realized he wanted to be in ThunderClan, and wanted to make amends with his kin and leave ShadowClan.

And I love that Sunbeam felt deeply hurt and betrayed by him because she had every right to be. He used her to escape from his own problems, put so much pressure on her, and then when she finally grew romantic feelings for him, he dumped her.

We could’ve seen Sunbeam have an arc of being bitter and angry, and aligning with her mother’s ambitions because of her resentment. BUT INSTEAD. SHE FOLLOWS HIM TO THUNDERCLAN.

“There’s no other tom for me in ShadowClan.”

GIRL. There are toms who will treat you right. Maybe not in ShadowClan, but they exist. Don’t chase the boy that broke your heart!

Idk man... This feels like a missed opportunity for some actual good drama between two main characters that could have gone somewhere tragic. I imagine some ObsessedSunbeam!AU could easily be made here, especially after her having that dream that another she-cat put the moves on her man and she was PISSED. I doubt we’ll see a love-crazed Sunbeam in canon, but it’s a fun concept.

sigh.

I guess Nightheart will just get off scot-free, messing with Sunbeam’s emotions and putting ThunderClan through so much unnecessary shit.

I’m still curious to see where everything will go in the upcoming books. Maybe there’s still room for something real to happen between Sunbeam and Nightheart…

But really, im much more invested in what's goin on with the frost baby,, ;-;

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loose-cannon-wrestler · 2 years

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Blackpool Combat Club: Clean-Up and Compensation

Very excited to post the sequel to Consequences! You can also view this fic on AO3. Thank you again to @josiewrites and @slapofhonor for encouraging this

Words: 2,250

Summary: “Alright, clean him up, boys.” Regal said as he left the room. Set immediately after Consequences. Jon Moxley and Wheeler Yuta take care of Bryan Danielson.

As William Regal left the locker room, he looked over his shoulder at the shaking form of Bryan Danielson on the floor and smiled. Moxley watched him go, not even blinking until he was certain His Lordship was gone. Yuta surged forward as soon as his Lordship had left the room. He rushed to Danielson’s side and knelt next to him.

“Are you alright?” Yuta asked, worry lines creasing his face. Bryan Danielson was a shivering wreck on the floor, having just received the beating of his life from William Regal. He made no response. Yuta grasped the older man’s hand in his and stroked his hand with his thumb.

Mox simply walked over and draped his coat over Bryan with a sigh. He then knelt down at Bryan’s head and lifted him into his lap. With surprising gentleness, he cupped Bryan’s face in his hand and held him as he shook. He knew the warm presence, fabric, and familiar scent would help ground the floating brain of his tag-team partner. Together they looked like a renaissance painting with Moxley holding Bryan’s head and Wheeler Yuta at his side, both men intently focused on the half naked man before them. They waited quietly for Bryan’s breathing to slow down, and after a minute of being held tight by his wrestling partners, his breathing finally began to even out.

“Alright, let's get you out of here.” Moxley scooped up Danielson into his arms and picked him up from the floor like a princess. Moxley held him like he was the most precious thing in the world. Bryan nuzzled his face into Moxley’s chest and closed his eyes. Yuta flitted around them, clearly unsure of what to do. Moxley grunted, and nodded towards the door.

“Oh, right, sorry!” Yuta apologized and jumped up to get the door. Moxley grunted again and walked out into the hall. They walked to their dressing room, Yuta holding doors and Moxley carrying his partner like a princess.

When they reached their room, Jon sat on the couch, laying Bryan in his lap. “See if you can find some blankets or something for him.” he instructed Yuta. Yuta searched the room and rummaged through the drawers and their bags.

“Ah, the closest I can find is our towels.” he called out.

“That’ll do.” Jon rasped. He leaned towards Bryan.

“Don't you worry, princess, We’re gonna take good care of you.” Bryan whimpered and clutched at the man holding him. Moxley put his arms around him and squeezed. He could feel Bryan's heart racing. He also felt his breath slow and muscles relax as Jon held him close.

Yuta returned with the towels and shifted back and forth not knowing what to do, still looking a bit like a deer in the headlights. Moxley rolled his eyes and beckoned him over.

“Come on kid, sit down and put the towels over him. He gets cold when he’s like this.”

“Oh, yes, okay!” Yuta followed his instructions and draped the soft fabric over the three of them. He picked up Danielson’s feet and seated himself comfortably with Danielson’s legs in his lap.

“So you've seen this before?” Yuta ventured.

“Hmm? Oh. Yeah, all of us in the Combat Club, him, me, His Lordship, we have a ... unique relationship with pain.”

Yuta cocked an eyebrow. “I had no idea,” he said sarcastically.

“Pssht,” Jon laughed and shoved Yuta’s shoulder. He continued, “Yeah well, we weren’t kidding when we said we like pain. Sometimes we like to give it, but sometimes we like to receive it. We all talked about it with each other at one point and made some arrangements.”

“Sounds intense.”

“Yeah, hah, I suppose it can be.”

“So this was... fun for you guys?”

“Kind of, yeah. Bryan loves this stuff. He loves getting slapped stupid, Isn’t that right princess?” Bryan pouted and grumbled and tucked himself tighter into Jon's body. Jon huffed with amusement and continued, “His Lordship gets pretty pissed after any loss, so we let him take it out on whoever took the pin.”

Yuta visibly paled and stiffened. Jon noticed and assured him, “Oh don’t you worry babe, he wouldn’t have touched you without talking to ya first. Besides, that was nothing Bryan couldn’t handle. He could’ve tapped out whenever he wanted. His Lordship calls himself a villain but he's still a gentleman through and through. We take safety very seriously.” Yuta let out a breath and relaxed his shoulders.

“Still,” Moxley remarked, “I haven't seen our princess go down this hard in a while.” Moxley gently stroked Bryan’s face. “We’ve probably got a while before he comes to.” He began absently running his fingers through Bryan’s sweaty tangled hair.

“Huh.” Yuta blinked.

“Not quite what you bargained for?” asked Moxley, “Or..”

“Well,” Yuta paused. “No, not really.” Moxley barked out a laugh, as Yuta continued, “But, I’m not opposed to it either.”

“Oh yeah?” Mox raised an eyebrow.

Yuta hesitated before answering. “Well, it’s something I've experimented with before. I know I like to be held down, but I also like to hold a partner down. I like to be in control, but I also like giving up control - does that make any sense?”

“Sure, you’re a switch. You want both. Nothing wrong with that. I like to dom every once in a while too.” Mox shrugged.

“Really?” Yuta asked hopefully. Moxley nodded. Yuta paused and then exclaimed “Wait, you sub?”

Moxley grumbled, “Don’t act so surprised, Wheeler. I like pain, you should have figured that out by now. And, well, submitting isn’t a big jump. Especially when His Lordship is involved.”

Yuta quickly nodded, “He has that effect on people.” He glanced away before adding, “.. myself included.”

Moxley cocked an eyebrow, and rubbed his beard thoughtfully, “Speaking of being involved, we were thinking about asking you if you wanted in, actually.”

Yuta immediately flushed and stammered, “M-m-me?”

“Yeah you, Wheeler! You’re sexy and talented as hell. You’re likable. You’re hard to resist, doll.” Yuta blushed a pretty shade of pink as Jon continued. “We’ve been talking about inviting you into a scene for a while, I figure now’s as good a time as any to bring it up.” Jon kept talking while Yuta processed the information. “Doesn’t have to be anything too crazy. We don’t bite unless you want us to.” Jon winked. “Well, outside the ring, anyway.”

Yuta laughed, relaxed by Jon’s brand of humor. He licked his lips. “I.. think I would like that,” he said slowly. Mox smiled as Yuta continued, “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it.”

“Oh yeah?” Jon raised a cocky eyebrow.

“Yeah, I mean, you guys are so strong, and charismatic, and attentive, I think it would make any man melt. If you guys will have me,” Yuta looked directly at Jon with the fiery attitude that had gotten him noticed by the Blackpool Combat Club and decided, “I want in.”

Jon grinned. “That’s what I hoped you’d say. You know, If you’re interested,” he suggested, “Bryan loves getting his dick sucked, especially when he’s flying like this.”

Yuta’s eyes dilated and he licked his lips. “Really?” He flicked his eyes hopefully between Jon’s face and the resting body of Bryan Danielson.

“Hundred percent.” Jon confirmed. “He loves being pampered, especially after a scene. And that scene was pretty intense.”

“That sounds amazing, actually.” Yuta whispered.

“Alright, let’s wake the princess up then.” Jon rolled Danielson over onto his back and kissed his cheek. Then he kissed his lips gently, over and over again until Bryan’s eyes fluttered open. “Hey princess.” Jon smiled at Bryan, who smiled back lazily. “The kid says he wants to suck you off, how does that sound?”

Bryan whined. “Please?”

Mox cracked a grin and looked over at Yuta “See? There you go.”

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

Yuta huffed out a laugh and shook his head in awe of the men he found himself with. He pushed away the towels they were using for blankets and cautiously reached forward to the waistband of Bryan’s ring gear. He grazed a hand over the skin right above Bryan’s shorts, and then ran his fingers underneath. Then he took the fabric at Bryan’s hips in hand, and pulled them down his thighs. Moxley pulled Bryan’s half-hard cock out of the way and ran a thumb over the slit. Bryan gasped, and Moxley bent over to kiss Bryan firmly on the mouth.

Yuta gazed hungrily at the pair. He wrapped his hand around Bryan’s cock, feeling it stiffen at his touch. He moved his hand up and down once to see what effect it would have on the man that held his attention. Bryan hummed into Moxley’s mouth. Yuta kept stroking Bryan’s cock with one hand and began exploring his body with the other. He slid his hand up Bryan's chest and felt his firm muscled pecs. He stopped at the nipples to swirl his fingers around them and pinch the hardened peaks. Then he let his hand trail down the smooth stomach into the manicured strip of hair that Bryan maintained above and around his dick. Finally, he bent down to kiss the V of Bryan’s hips.

Yuta kissed his way down to the base of the cock, relishing the slight stubble brushing against his lips. Then he licked a line of wet hot spit from the base to the tip of Danielson’s cock, drawing a gasp from the man. Moxley took that as his queue to move from kissing Bryan’s lips to mouthing at his neck, leaving Bryan’s mouth free to make every indulgent, involuntary, and indecent sound.

Yuta swirled his tongue around the head, and paused to lap at the sensitive underside. Then he opened his mouth and took in the first part of Danielson’s dick. He took a moment to familiarize himself with it, bobbing up and down a tiny bit, and feeling his way around with his tongue. Once he was satisfied, he slid the rest of Bryan’s cock past his lips. He buried his nose in the light wiry hair, and let his eyes drift closed. Bryan let out a deep moan.

Moxley chuckled into Bryan’s neck, and said, “That feels good, huh? You wanna watch?”

Brian barely gagged out an affirmative, “uh huh-”

Jon shifted on the couch so that Bryan leaned on his chest like a pillow, allowing both of them to take in the view of Wheeler Yuta going down hard on Bryan’s cock. Moxley pulled Bryan’s hair with one hand and held him in place, forcing him to keep staring at Yuta, while his other hand reached out to play with Bryan’s hard nipples. He whined at the overbearing contact.

Yuta, for his part, was showing off his flexibility by going to town on Bryan’s dick without even changing his seat on the couch. He moaned at the feeling of cock hitting the back of his throat. He forced his gag reflex down as he took Danielson all the way into his mouth, lips around the base of the cock. Then he gently sucked and swallowed around the length. He kept his cheeks hollowed out as he came up and went back down. Up and down. Up and down.

Yuta wrapped his hand around Bryan’s dick and took his mouth off with another swirl of the tongue. He kept it moving while he caught his breath. “God, that feels so good.” He gasped, his voice husky from sucking cock into his throat. He looked up for the first time and blushed at the sight. Brian Danielson was looking at him in awe and desperation, mouth open in a soft ‘o’.

Jon Moxley was behind him with a hungry smile on his face, but Yuta didn’t notice. He was focused on the man he was pleasuring. He went back down and sucked greedily on whatever fit comfortably in his mouth while working the rest of the shaft with his hand. Bryan began moaning in earnest. Then his moans turned to short gasps in time with Yuta’s movements. His back arched into Yuta’s touch. His muscles tensed. And finally, his hips bucked hard into Yuta’s mouth. If there was a sound when Bryan came, Yuta didn't hear it. He was too busy. In the heat of the moment, he happily swallowed on Bryan’s cock as he released his orgasm.

Yuta gently held Bryan’s cock in his mouth through his aftershocks until all of the cum had been cleaned up and his dick began to soften. Yuta then let go with a contented sigh, and rested his cheek on Bryan’s hip. He nuzzled into the light brown hair and let himself bask in his own afterglow of being responsible for a beautiful man’s pleasure.

It was Danielson who broke the silence. “God, that was amazing. Where did that come from, Yuta?”

Yuta hummed in response. “You look pretty when you get beat up.”

Moxley chuckled and reached down to ruffle his hair. “Good boy, Yuta.” Yuta smiled and leaned into the touch.

“That was nice. I’d like to do it again some time.” Yuta said, voice hoarse from use.

“Yes!” Danielson enthused. “Yes. We can make that happen!”

“I’d also like to try out some of your dynamic.” Yuta mumbled.

Moxley grinned. “His Lordship will be pleased to hear that.”

They sat in comfortable quietness, each enjoying their respective experiences. Finally, Danielson again broke the silence.

“Okay, this is great but I really need a fucking shower.”

#my writing #blackpool combat club #aew fic #can't believe i'm doing this

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morethanonepage · 6 years

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My social media circles are full of ppl that really like CMBYN (not to mention all The White Gays everywhere) that get rly incensed if someone mentions pedophilia so I feel awks expressing An Opinion on there and tbf I don't much about the book/movie but I do know the kid is like... barely an adult? And idk man, making an entire romantic story about a barely-adult's torrid love affair with a guy in his thirties is uhhh weird, js

y’know anon i feel great empathy for you because honestly when my (mostly straight) friends have brought up CMBYN and spoken positively about it, i haven’t actually said shit, mostly because this becomes a really hard movie to criticize in a concise fashion -- like the age difference is sketch, the fact that it was written by a straight man makes me automatically wary, the fact that it’s a relationship built on cheating is iffy, and honestly? that it ends with ‘and then he went and married a woman’ is the like the second most common Gay Tragedy ending to things after ‘one or both die,’ and I find it honestly irritating and eye-rollingly predictable, especially if they end there. I expected better from James Ivory, frankly, given that he wrote Maurice, one of my favorite queer movies of all time.

like i have no doubt that CMBYN is beautifully shot and probably well acted and written and I don’t even really have a problem with Characters Doing Problematic Things per se -- my problem is when those things are normalized and romanticized, and my concern with CMBYN is that that’s 100% what happened. It’s a tragic beautiful coming of age story about a seventeen year old child who falls in love with an older man who should know better than to get involved. it’d be sketchy if it were a 17 year old girl and a 24 year old guy, it’d be sketchy in any other combination of genders, and the fact that it’s not treated as such is troubling to me.

Because we can go up and down on ‘oh but it’s consensual and elio is in love/lust and pursued the relationship in the first place and he’s of age in italy’ but that’s the kind of rhetoric that leads to young people getting manipulated and abused by older men and women -- they wanted it, they’re mature for their age, they pursued me -- like those aren’t rare justifications from abusers, y’know? and i see such similar phrasing used in so many think pieces about how it’s totes cool for CMBYN to have that relationship at it’s center, apparently without irony.

And like, look, most of us have had crushes on older people in our lives, and especially for people in the queer community, where there aren’t as many options for dating and you’re just so desperate for someone who understands you and accepts you for who you are, but that ends up putting you in a very vulnerable position when it comes to people who have any potential power over you (even if that power is literally just something like ‘they can leave at the end of the summer and you’re still stuck with your parents’), and that’s why the adults in that situation have a responsibility to shut that shit down when it happens.

The queer community has a particular problem with this -- because there is this narrative/perception in the straight world that gay men especially are going around ~recruiting~ young boys to abuse, and i think we as a community tend to overcorrect and bend over backwards to deny that that ever happens, that any queer relationship would ever be abusive or predatory, which does us all a disservice and puts young people in genuine danger.

i’m not clutching my pearls at the fact that a 17 year old teenaged boy has sexual and romantic feelings for a very handsome 24 year old man who looks like Armie Hammer. Like, duh. But that it’s requited and consummated -- especially given the fact that Armie Hammer’s in his 30s and looks it, and Timothée Chalamet look substantially younger than his 21 years (and even younger than the character’s 17, in the movie) -- gives me pause. Like maybe it’s because I’m too old -- I’m 29 atm and I look at Elio and I’m like, that’s a child, but I honestly see gifs of them together and it genuinely just looks off to me.

And I think tbh the filmmakers and Hammer himself have done the movie no favors by pretending everyone who’s somewhat dubious about the relationship is just being homophobic -- like I’m sure I have as much internalized homophobia as literally anyone raised in a homophobic society might, but in this particular case I’m p sure that’s not my problem. But then again there definitely are homophobic people latching on to the same issue, because it feeds into their already well established narrative of The Predatory Gays, and I’m not like going to blame that precisely on the filmmakers, but also like...not helping, dudes, not helping.

i’m not ready to say this movie glorifies pedophilia because as much as I hate the ‘well pedophilia actually means’ parsing that these debates can devolve into, I genuinely feel like the intent of the film is to put Elio in a position of discovery and power in his identity and his sexuality (more than put Oliver in a position of pursuing and using a 17 year old boy for his own power or pleasure). But art doesn’t exist in a vacuum etc etc and i’m just personally not comfortable with the movie itself and, more importantly, with how it’s been perceived and put forth as this beautiful gay romance story that you can’t criticize without people accusing you of being homophobic or prudish.

#and like tbf i think the movie may have more nuance than i'm giving it credit for #like i think i've seen mentions of the affair 'gutting' elio #b/c of how it resolves #and that is meant as both the turning point from child to adult of a coming of age story #and also kind of the (painful) consequence of a relationship with an older man #so it's not just like 'oh yeah go ahead screw an older guy it'll work out great'#like it shows both the positive of Getting What You Want (sex with hot guy you lusted over)#and What Does That Mean (he's older and only there for the summer so it'll hurt when it's over)#and i think it also has some interesting stuff about jewish identity that is rare to see #so i can give it credit for that too #but in general i'm not comfortable with this movie #i don't want to see it #i wish it were on my dash less #and i'm going to roll my eyes so hard about it and it being compared to Moonlight #anyway sorry i went off anon #none of this is super new or a hot take or anything #i guess i just did want to get it off my chest a little #about why this movie annoys me #cmbyn #pedophila cw #Anonymous

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kojinnie · 3 years

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Why you should NOT date AOT boys...

Headcanon on what kind of headache you're bound for when dating the AOT boys, and why I advise you NOT to date them! Enjoy, loves!

levi - eren - armin - reiner

part two here | erwin - zeke - jean - connie

— LEVI

He's an incredible man with a lot of talents and he'd be doing real good at his job, that dating him would give you a huge sense of pride. However, this man suffers from being emotionally constipated. He'd always keep you in the fine line of "are we or are we not?", even though you’ve been seeing each other for a long time. He’d never say “I love you” or any type of flashy display of affection. His love language is acts of service and quality time, so if you’re the type to wanting outward reassurance of how someone feels about you, Levi’s not gonna be the person to give you that.

This problem stems from his deep, unresolved insecurity about the nature of relationship. It’s not just the “Am I good enough?”, he genuinely thinks that he is not a good person, and thus the inherent belief that everybody will abandon him in the end — something he picks up from his traumatic childhood. He’s wary about establishing relationship because he’s afraid to succumb into his own feelings and vulnerability. He fears at certain point he has to feel and suffer the emotional consequence of being left by someone he cares for. He dreads the idea of getting caught off-guard with being fragile.

You gotta be extremely patient and understanding when it comes to Levi, the reassurance needs to come from you, and frequently too. Bluntly saying, “I’ll stick around” or “I’ll accept your shortcoming” is really soothing for Levi, because although he never shows it, he really thinks he does not deserve you.

— EREN

If you wanna be frustrated in a relationship where you constantly feel like you’re in an endless coaster, then dating Eren gotta be your poison. Sure the honeymoon phase was intoxicating, sure he makes you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. The morning text, the playful neck peck out in the public, the butterflies you feel in your tummy when you catch him staring at you even from afar with those oh so enthralling green eyes. But once the honeymoon phase over, Eren is quick to get bored. Especially if you’re an unproblematic, matter-of-fact type of person. Eren likes to fight, he gets thrilled by it, and he’s high with the rush of adrenaline. He likes it if you’re jealous, if you sulk, if you argue. He likes you to be ‘childish’ because then he gets to be the adult, the savior, the knight in shining armor. It grinds his gears. If you’re unfazed by his antics, if you’re easy to forgive, if you’re chill, Eren will think that you’re not really into him, and will exit the closest door out before his ego gets bruised even further.

Eren is sort of babied by people around him – his parents, his friends, and constantly being compared to his older brother doesn’t help either. He realizes that he got saved a lot of times by a lot of people. And this creates a deeply rooted insecurity with him that turns into an incessant impostor syndrome. The constant thought of not being good enough and the idea that all the achievement he’s ever got was the result of someone else’s help really crush him. You can shower him with praises and reassurance, but he would completely dismiss it, because he thinks your compliments are not based on objective views and that he does not deserve it. He painfully seeks for approval from any authority figure that (he thinks) does not have any emotional connection with him. And it can be really hurtful when he constantly dismisses your sincere compliments while desperately chasing from others who don’t care about him.

— ARMIN

It’s really hard to hate Armin. He’s a really nice man through and through, but what is his strength can also be his deepest weakness. He’s too nice and unsure about a lot of things. He knows he is knowledgeable, but he often doubts himself for being too ‘text-book smart’. Which is a valid cause, because at times he would get very oblivious to how relationship works, and treat feelings like it’s a quantifiable system. It will literally take years for him to finally get down and say how he feels about you, because all these times he was so busy filling the check-list in his mind to convince himself whether you truly like him or not, even though you couldn’t be any clearer with your intention towards him.

He is perceptive with what you think and how you feel, unfortunately this does not materialize into any action as he doubts his own intuition when it comes to his significant other. He fears that his own sentimentality has affected his intuitive judgment and thus deems it invalid, which is completely untrue because every hunch he has about you has always been accurate! That’s just how much he understands and knows you from years of quietly observing and taking each of your word into account.

He really relies on you sitting him down and telling him in details how you feel and the things you expect from him. He will do it, in a flash with no hesitation, but really, he just needs that verbal affirmation that he is doing the things that you want, and it’s not just based on his assumption. So, if you like sweet surprises, impulsive dates and expect your significant other to read your mind, Armin might not be the person.

— REINER

Oh my, truthfully, he is such a sweetheart, and can be completely smitten for the entirety of his life if he has found that one person. However, it’s a treacherous road for both Reiner and you to get to that stage. Initially, when you start to get closer to him, he may seem rigid and uninterested. The first date you had with him probably went awkward and although you really liked him, you were pretty sure he didn’t like you back, until he texted you the morning after, asking for a second date. That’s basically how being with Reiner is, a series of you being sure that he feels nothing towards you, only for his following action to prove the otherwise. He is really awful in displaying his emotion, he tries to be stoic all the time, and it often frustrates you because you cannot really tell how he feels, and you fear that you might have hurt him without realizing.

He may start to open up, only when you open up first about yourself. He thrives in romance with someone who he thinks shares his inner pain, and that’s very important for him, because he is always in a position where everyone expects him to be strong, and to have a significant other that understands his struggle is all he wants. But this gets hard for you, because sometimes Reiner’s sadness can be quite extreme and you cannot match that. Once Reiner realizes that you’re not on the same boat, he may become withdrawn, as he thinks he’s a burden and inadequate for you, and may end up self-sabotaging the whole relationship he has with you.

Although he does not like to admit it, but Reiner often slips into his sadness too deep, that it almost seems like he victimizes himself with his self-hatred. He will be the one to say stupid shit like, “You deserve someone better.” Or “I cannot make you happy.” When in fact you are perfectly willing to be with him all the way through.

With Reiner, you gotta be the bigger person, with bigger gestures and bigger patience. It’s because Reiner needs an anchor and a figure to lean on. In returns he would be the best lover that you will ever have for he is selfless and will be helplessly devoted to you.

Racking my brain writing for the rest of the boys (Erwin, Jean, Connie, Pocko) because they're the ones we SHOULD date.

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intynidad · 3 years

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Hi hi!! Could I request the dorm leaders (if that’s too many, your favorites!) with a child MC? (Parental or older sibling sorta relationship) (also by child I mean 8-10 years old) Have a wonderful day, drink some water and eat protein! 💕

@moomoo-mochi OMG THANK YOU??

I love this so much I’m just a sucker for this kind of prompt!!

Also, this will be based on how I acted as a toddler (spoiler I was a stupid kid)

a health potion with risu giggles for a fellow merchant!

(also sorry I didn't know what to write for iidia or vil and I didn't want to write something that I wasn't satisfied

The beginning

-you careless puppy, How many times I told the two of you to be careful!- professor crewel was scolding you and your lab partner...well at your lab partner more than you, you were kinda busy trying to get out of the cauldron to listen

You and your lab partner were assigned to do a regression potion that was supposed to work in reviving dead plants or turning rotten food into edible again but when you were measuring the exact amount of the last ingredient to finish the potion, somebody accidentally pushed you making you spill all of the ingredients...and yourself into the cauldron.

so now there you are extremely confused about what just happened and incapable of taking care of yourself for the 3 days the potion was supposed to last and now your lab partner has to take care of you until the potion wore off or mister crewel finds an antidote

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle has an abusive mother and no younger siblings so our dear tomato is lost, he doesn’t know any rules that would help him take care of a little child so he asks trey for help (like most of heartsalybul when they have problems).

trey lets you eat pastries while riddle does his dorm leader duties but he looked away for a second and oops no child in sight...ok time to panic.

riddle was scolding some heartsalybul students that spilled all of the red paint in one of the chairs so now not only the other members of the dorm couldn’t continue painting but now the unbirthday party had to cancel and you know what happens when you break one of the queen’s rules

-OFF WITH YOUR- Riddle swung his magic pen

-wead!- riddle turn around to see you with a rose in your hand pretending it to be a magic pen

-off widd your wead!- you repeated swinging the rose up and down

riddle was stroked by your cuteness like a truck; he was speechless (also because picking roses was against the rules but lest ignore it) the two students he was scolding ran away because their dorm leader was picking you up and giggling at your little imitation of him

-nono Off, with, your, head!-

-off wid your wead!-

Leona kingschoolar

-agh how annoying- the savanaclaw dorm leader wasn’t a big fan of children and much less taking care of them, he probably was gonna throw you at Ruggie or jack, both of them had younger siblings so they could probably take care of you better but there is one thing he didn’t count off

-LEONA OJI-TAN-...fuck, today was the day Cheka came to visit his dear oji-tan, now Leona is not only stuck with a brat but with a furball too.

-who are them uncle?-(owo who this) Cheka waved at the child that was behind his uncle’s legs-hi I am Cheka, wanna play tag?!-oh ho ho this gives him an idea

-Cheka this is Y/N, your new playmate-the lion cub had a little sparkle in his eyes

-you two can play all day and ill be watching you from that tree so have fun-hell yea he was a genius Cheka and you are entertained, and he can nap is a win-win situation for everyone

-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH- and there it goes his perfect plan

-oi, what happened- you were in sitting on the ground while hugging your knee and crying your heart out and Cheka kneeled beside you trying to comfort you

-I’m-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to push you it was an accident- now he looked like he wanted to cry

-agh you two cut it out-Leona said in a low growl while kneeling beside you-is just a scratch don’t worry just let me-he picked you up.

now all of you were in his room he gently bandages your knee while Cheka was holding your hand for “moral support”

-kiss to make it better Leona oji-tan!-

-only if both of you promise to be more careful-Cheka nodded- ok “pain, pain go away *woshh*, there you go- you moved your knee and started to giggle while Cheka was already dragging you to continue playing, the two of you were lucky that both were cute because not everybody can see this side of Leona and live for telling it

Azul Ashengrotto

-Come, come everyone!-the leader of octaville tapped his fedora-For the price of 25 madol you can have for a limited time only a photo of our dear Y/N as a toddler!-

and of course, our dear capitalist Ursula is taking profit from this situation.

you were sitting in a little chair all dolled up while jade took pictures of you with different students and Floyd was taking the money from dose poor unfortunate souls

An hour passed and there were still about 50+ students in line for a photo when Azul notice something about you.

your hands were in the form of a tiny fist and your eyes were watery and you haven’t smiled at the camera for the last photos even when Floyd made funny faces behind jade you weren’t enjoying this.

usually, he wouldn’t care about it, he was making some good money and that was the important thing but you were different, you were his friend

-the lounge is closed, everyone get out, Floyd take care of that and jade-he looked for a second at you-make something warm for our little guest-

all of the students in line emitted different protest sounds but a look at Floyd grin and everyone was already on the exit

-sorry for all that little one- he lightly patted your hair-what about I pay you for your work with some treats?-

-*happy gasp* YESH!!-you hugged his leg with a strong grip-

-nee~ nee~, why Azul can have a hug from shrimpy and I cant?-

-FWOYD!! :D-

Kalim al asim

-Kalim, please calm down-Jamil said looking like he is gonna pop up a blood vessel

-LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y/N LITTLE Y-he was let’s say...excited about this situation

-JAMILLOOKATTHEMTHEYARESOCUTEANDTINYIWANNATROWAPARTYFORJUSTTHEMOMGTHEYARESOCUTE-

-Remember to breathe Kalim and please calm down you are scaring them-Jamil said while kneeling to be on your level

-*gasp* I’m sorry y/n, I’m just so happy to be with you, are you hungry?-you give a quick nod

for the surprise of Jamil, the fact that you turned into a child made Kalim more independent???

he knew that crewel sensei asked Kalim to take care of you but he kinda assumed he is the one who will end up taking care of both of you.

-emmm Jamil-and here we go-have you seen Y/N around?-

-excuse me whAT??!!- Jamil shouted- HOW DO YOU LOSE A CHILD?-

-I didn’t lose them I just….temporally misplace them...OK YES, I LOST THEM BUT IS NOT MY FAULT WE WERE PLAYING HIDE N SEEK!-

-sure sure Kalim never anything is your fault-Jamil said between teeth-

Kalim could be a literal ray of sunshine but one of his bigs flaws were his “rich person behavior”

because he was spoiled and lived in a bubble he didn’t understand that his actions had consequences, in the good side he was working on it.

two hours had passed since that moment are you were nowhere to be found

now the scarabia duo was starting to panic

-OMG HOW IM SO CARELESS THAT I LOST THEM WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THEM IM THE WORST FRIEND IN THE WORLD-

-KALIM CALM DOWN, PANIC WILL NOT HELP IN THIS SITUATION-

-WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME-

-BECAUSE YOU ARE YELLING-

-*snore*-

-..............................-

-Jamil,...did that pillow made a sound?-

-I think so ?-

*SNOOOREEE*

and there you were sleeping under a big mountain of pillows you fell asleep while playing so that, why you didn’t, respond to the calls of the two boys

-ok Kalim we found them and I hope this had taught you a lesson about taking care of things...well taking care of people-

-oh for the great seven I thought I was gonna have a heart attack-

-now you know how I feel and I really would appreciate it if you used this experience to-

-*SNOOOOREEE*-

And now Kalim was sleeping beside you

great seven give Jamil patience and have mercy on both of you when morning comes

Malleus draconia

-arent you a little thing fufufufuf-

-old man be careful with them-silver said

you might be wondering, I thought malleus would take care of toddler Y/N?

Well, that was the plan...malleus is a reserved man, with no friends more than his two guards and the older fae that raised him, that was until he meets you, you looked at him in the eyes with no fear just a hint of curiosity.

you gave him his first nickname,”tsunotaro” a childish name that was almost disrespectful to the heir of the valley of thorns and one of the most powerful wizards of all twisted wonderland, yet you called him that silly name, you hugged him, you listen to him and he listened to you, you were his friend and precisely because that he left you at the care of Lilia, the mere thought of you screaming and running away from him made his heart ache

that always happened…

Malleus is used to that, since he was a child people looked at him with fear or caution but never with kindness except for one person, you

and he was determined to let that like that, but he couldn’t stop thinking what if something happens to you?

what type of friend he would be if he lets somebody take advantage of you in this vulnerable state?

a peek wouldn’t hurt

there you were, in the flower bed of ramshackle dorm both planted, taking dandelions from around and with inexperience and tiny hands crafting a flower crown too small for anyone except you.

he looked at you from the shadows carefully to not being spotted warding you like the dragon he is.

-hewo-small and tired eyes fixed behind a large tree

malleus was behind that tree…

-whats yowr name?-now standing up and slowly walking to the tree in question-are you shy?, is oke I won’t hurt yow-

like if a child could do any damage to him

-I made thwis fow you-you said reveling a second flower crown that was just a little bit bigger than the one in your head

you let the flower crown on the floor near the tree and waited, malleus knowing how stubborn you were he knew you wouldn’t leave so he left his hiding spot thinking about the screams and the fear your little face will have

-waaaa, you big! (giggles)-again, no signs of fear-uppa uppa!-you said while rising your hands to the sky and opening and closing your little fists

malleus emitted a low chuckle and picked you up, when you got to his eye level immediately went for his horns touching and grabbing all your little hands could

-you sure are a strange thing, little child of man-

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Just Another One

Sequel to: ‘A Little Bit Of Honesty’

Corpse Husband x Actress!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak, Mention of bad past relationships, Swearing

Genre: Angst, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: They keep proving each other right in the most wrong ways possible. They each want to be guarded even if that means the other will be hurt. Maybe that’s what they want - to hurt one another because they’ve already hurt each other once before.

Requested by the lovely readers who enjoyed the previous fic ‘A Little Bit Of Honesty’. Sorry for the large time gap between the posting of the two fics but I still hope you guys will take the time to read it and if so I hope you enjoy it! Love you all with all my heart, Vy ❤

When you go out of your way to avoid leaving the house your options of entertainment are severely limited and you can’t blame anyone or anything but yourself for it. Today, I wouldn’t have gone out of my apartment even if I was one of those people who frequent the outdoors seeing as how the sky is trying to flood the Earth with all this nonstop rain. It does set a mood for a perfect night in but when you spend all your nights in doing the same thing over and over again, the atmosphere is practically meaningless. And so I ‘ve decided to resort to channel surfing as though I’ll find something interesting on TV that I haven’t yet seen on one of my social media timelines.

I pass several cooking channels on my journey, making a mental note of their individual numbers in case I don’t stumble across anything capable of better distracting me from my boredom and loneliness that’s slowly starting to creep in. I pass by a few movie channels showing teenage romcoms as if to celebrate the start of summer so you can imagine how quickly I moved on from those. Then come the celebrity channels which can often get a laugh out of me because of how pathetic and unbelievably ridiculous they are. And so, I stick around one where there’s a broadcast on a movie showing that’s happening tonight in LA. Oddly enough, despite my anxiety, going to a movie showing has always been on my list of things I’d want to do. This can be considered living vicariously or rubbing salt into the wound that I’ll probably never go because my anxiety and fear of being recognized is too severe. Either way I stick around to watch it.

And man do I regret it now looking at several different angels of a couple of actors entering the venue where they are to be photographed and asked questions by the mob of paparazzi that’s gathered due to the massive event. That in and of itself doesn’t sound - and really isn’t - so bad. However, it’s important to note that the actress in this duo is Y/N. Y/N L/N. My Y/N....shit, sorry, I mean my FRIEND Y/N, her arm linked with whatever-the-fuck-his-name-is who is holding an umbrella above the both of them, shielding them from the downpour of rain that is also taking place in LA apparently.

“The two were seen entering the venue earlier this evening, looking particularly cozy in each other’s presence if I do say so myself. The rain probably worked nicely in their favor.“ The first reporter says, her teasing tone of voice sending chills of anger down my spine as I glare at the screen, hands balled in fists, jaw clenched - all my body’s instinctive reactions to what is being shown to me. I know I technically have no right to behave or feel this way, in fact I should be fucking happy for Y/N and her successful career and the progress in her love life. But damn it how can I?! I was so damn close to kissing this girl! I was so fucking close to falling in another trap, tripping and landing in the embrace of another liar and user, another girl who switches partners more often than shoes. How could I’ve been so reckless to get so close to her even platonically? How did we become close enough for me to 1) show her my face; 2) start inviting her over to my apartment regularly; and how didn’t I notice the kind of messed up person she was all that time.

She was all sweet and flirting and shit a week or so ago and now she’s doing the exact same thing with him! The cameras are capturing them perfectly: every laugh, every exchange of a knowing look or nod, ever smack to his arm when he tells a joke. But what bothers me most is the many times he’s wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer. Not just for pictures, but just because the fucker felt like it! And Y/N doesn’t seem to mind it at all.

“They have been the talk of the town recently, so while they could just be adding fuel to the fire, they could also have been caught by the flame and ‘caught feelings’ as they say. Regardless these two are a view we’d like to see more often.“ The other reporter says and that’s the final straw.

In one swift motion I turn the TV off and throw the remote across the room. It hits the wall and falls to the ground in several pieces, broken by the force of the impact. Just like I am broken by the force of the impact of these news. I don’t know which is worse: the fact that I fell for her and almost let her know it; the fact that she’s just another member of the club I don’t want anywhere near my life; or the fact that I can’t believe it.

Yeah that’s right - one foolish part of me refuses to believe that’s she’d do such a thing. I think that’s the same part which is still in awe of her so you can bet I ignore that part the majority of the time.

She is just another one. Not the one. Having been hurt before doesn’t mean she won’t hurt me or anyone else she’s gonna be with. Hurt people hurt people.

And damn has she hurt me, probably without knowing a damn thing. How selfish can you be, Y/N? How selfish can you really get? And how much am I going to allow you to hurt me?

* * *

“Thank you so much, Andrew. I would’ve died on the spot of anxiety if I was on my own.“ I say to my best friend who is currently sitting next to me on a park bench, in a tux, eating a cheeseburger. I too am still in my gown and am also gorging on a cheeseburger of my own.

“Don’t mention it. Us anxious people need to stick together.“ He bumps his shoulder against mine, stealing a small genuine smile from me, “Plus I couldn’t not come with you. You know how much I like a good rumor.“

I scoff, “Of course you do, but then again there was no need to add to what the media has already made a whole-ass ship out of.” I roll my eyes and take another bite. My appetite hasn’t been in its best condition so I’m only eating this under Andrew’s orders. I have no idea how people can ship us romantically, he’s the definition of an older - and very bossy - brother to me. I wish I could tell each and every single one of those girls who hate me because I’ve ‘stolen their man’ that I’d most likely be their sister in law rather than man snatcher, seeing as how my relationship with Andrew is so sibling-like.

That’s because we’re too alike, no one gets that. People play the ‘opposites attract’ car more often than I consider rational. But then again when they see a couple like Andrew and I - who are basically the same person in different bodies - they suddenly think we’re super compatible. Trust me, we’re not. And everyone who’s been on set with us will tell you the same.

“What can I say...“ he shrugs, smirking at me, “I like the fun. I bet Becca doesn’t though.“

I can’t help but huff. Andrew is the only one I’ve ever openly expressed my frustrations with Rebecca to. He was super helpful on the subject, seeing as how he can relate - many partners of his have tried to use him, some of which even succeeded. He’s more than qualified to school me on the topic but it turned more into sharing bad experiences. One of which was that instance back at Corpse’s apartment.

“And neither does Corpse I suppose.“ As though he’s read my mind, he pokes the hurt spot, pouring salt in the wound causing me to visibly cringe as though the pain was physical - because it was, I felt it in my chest and in my gut, a sharp stab of guilt and regret.

Why did I let it come to that? Why did I let us get so close? How did I not think of the consequences?

“I don’t care if he does or doesn’t.“ My hand automatically reaches for the pocket of the jeans I’m not even wearing in search of a cigarette. Not that I’d be able to light one even if I had them on me - Andrew would smack it out of my hand before I could even take a single puff.

He has the audacity to laugh, “You’re such a bad liar, Y/N.”

That’s all he needs to say really - that’s enough to make me feel seen and understood. Though that’s not always a good thing. I often times wish he couldn’t read me so well. Better said: I wish I didn’t let myself be so readable, you know. I’m just glad he’s the one who sees me because if it were anyone else they’d use this vulnerability of mine against me. I’m well aware that it’s a weakness, a really inconvenient one, but damn it I can’t get rid of it. I feel like I’ll be less human if I lose it. Everyone’s allowed to be vulnerable, some just are lucky enough to choose who they’ll be vulnerable around. I’m lucky enough to to have a choice, not so lucky in the people I choose to trust. Guess that’s not a luck thing, it’s just my inability to decipher whether a person is worth all the pain and torture of coming clean to them or not. So far many people have burnt me but two stick out in particular - Becca and Corpse. Corpse especially, which is the odd thing considering he hasn’t even wronged me in any way. At least not yet.

“Your phone’s vibrating.“ Andrew says, pulling me out of my overflowing head when he hands me my phone which I handed to him because of my dress’ lack of pockets.

“Thanks.“ I mutter through a sigh as I take it from him, checking the notification I’ve gotten.

My stomach drops: it’s a message from Corpse.

“Hey I saw you are in LA but we have a stream tomorrow, will you still be participating?“

Before I can reply, he sends me another message.

“I know you’re probably very busy but we get the most viewership on the streams when you’re in them so....“

I’ve probably been staring at my phone screen for longer than I thought since Andrew felt the need to make sure I was still breathing: “Hey, you ok? You look terribly pale.” I can barely hear him let alone reply. I can’t hear my own thoughts to know what to reply to him. “Y/N, you’re scaring me.”

I’m scaring myself too, Andrew. I’m scared too. I’m scared of how broken my picker has become. I almost kissed this guy! I almost entrusted all my thoughts, hopes, wishes and goals to him! What the fuck was I thinking?! Well, at least I know what he was thinking about - viewership. Likes, subs, views, publicity. The more eyes on the stream the better for him and everyone else. I genuinely want to applaud him, no one has been so direct about using me before. I was in a relationship with Becca for almost a year before I accidentally found out what she had been doing the whole time. No one’s ever smacked me in the face with this much honesty. It’s bittersweet really.

I want to laugh, I want to cry, slap myself across the face, slap him...I want to do so much, but all I can do now is sit in silence and think of how I could be so stupid.

He’s just another one, how did I not see that? How do I never see it until it’s too late? Why is one part of me still screaming: ‘He didn’t mean it like that!’

AND WHY THE FUCK DO I WANT TO BELIEVE IT?

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 3 years

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Oh dear, please, we need a part three to the Silva x specialist!reader, because part two kind of broke my heart. Please please give us more to this story!

Part one // Part two

Pairing: Saul Silva x specialist!reader

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“You made your choice Saul. These are the consequences.”

The words played on loops until madness settles in his head. He can hardly breathe, each breath coming in short, piercing gasps in desperation followed by a thundering heart’s attempt to break through the bony confines of his rib cage.

“Did I mean anything to you at all?” Her voice is low, oddly calm in this emotional storm she’s struggling to contain.

If she was a fairy, she would have let her chaos explode. In a way, Y/N envied the fairies for that particular reason - no one expected them to keep a leveled head at all times. They were allowed to show emotion even if it was dangerous as hell.

Specialists were denied the same privilege, often suppressing their emotions - love, sadness, rage, all of it was buried deep under and she hated it. She hated using logic instead of her heart - the same heart that ached for the man before her even after he had betrayed her.

But did he betray her?

After all, he wasn’t hers.

Swallowing thickly, Saul’s eyes harden despite the inner turmoil of his heart pleading with his mind to stop the act. His head had determined that the relationship would be highly inappropriate and asking Y/N to wait until graduation, for the next three years? That would be cruel.

“You’re my favorite student.” Saul manages to say as if each word didn’t tear into him.

After a year of getting to know Y/N, he couldn’t imagine loving another and yet he had to let her go. He’s not much older than her, but he’s old enough to know better. She deserves to experience the joys of being young and unattached, especially not to men like him who still had so much to prove and baggage that would steal her peace of mind.

Snorting, Y/N chuckles dryly. Shaking her head with her hands on her hips, she turns to the door with a determination Saul found terrifying, but also pain that etched itself into his memory for the rest of his life.

“You’ll come to regret this moment, Saul. I promise you that.” Standing at the door, she stares at him with an inkling of hope. She’s hoping he’ll stop her from leaving. She’s hoping he will give in, just for a night and admit how he feels.

“Go”, Saul tells her when in reality, he’s hoping she doesn’t. He’s hoping she stays and tells him to stop being a coward. He’s hoping she screams at him, because if she’s angry then it means one day they might have a chance.

But she doesn’t. She nods to herself as if she had been given what she needed to leave and forget about him. The sight of his lips on another didn’t turn her away, but this conversation had ended their relationship before it ever began and Y/N knew the years to follow would be difficult.

Unfortunately for Saul, he’ll never manage to forget her.

Being Saul Silva’s student will make it immensely difficult to forget him, but Y/N won’t let him see how hard it is for her. She refuses to be weak with him ever again.

Consequences. It’s all he can think about now as he sits with his back against an old tree, shivering as the infection clouds his mind and the blood loss weakens him further.

The consequence of his actions have lead to him being alone when facing certain death. He’s alone and he has so much to tell her, to explain he never felt complete since the day she left the academy.

“Will you tell her now?” Farah steps beside Saul, a small smile upon her lips. “She’s leaving tomorrow. She’s no longer a student.”

“It wouldn’t be fair to her.” Saul sighs as his eyes linger on Y/N and the newest boyfriend she has wrapped around her little finger.

It’s been very difficult to watch others have her in all the ways he wished he could. Y/N had never once been single during her time in Alfea while Saul remained in the shadows, watching over her.

He had stepped in once when one of her boyfriends seemed interested in taking advantage of her while drunk, but she’ll never know it was him who carried her to her room and watched over her until morning. It’s the one night he remembers feeling helpless, scared for her.

Y/N never needed him before or after that night.

“She might want a say in how your story ends”, Farah warns him but Saul knows that he had hurt her. He hurt her more than he ever thought was possible. She tried to hide it, but he knew.

“I’m not good enough for her, Farah. She deserves more and I can’t give it to her.”

She was his student, the best he’d ever had. She was there and he’d often feel her lingering, longing gaze on him whenever she believed he couldn’t see her. Maybe she thought he just didn’t notice her, but he did. He was painfully aware of every touch they shared in training, of the way her heart would speed up whenever he needed to show her the proper way of performing certain movements he was sure she could do without help.

But she was leaving and he won’t stop her. She’s spreading her wings, she’s making all her dreams come true. She’ll do all the things she wanted without him there holding her back. He wants nothing more than for her to take the world by a storm and he’d silently be cheering her own.

He hopes she’ll find happiness, even if it’s without him.

But as she turns to him, her eyes meeting his, Saul can see she’s not happy as he watches her go.

“She’ll thank me one day”, Saul straightens up, keeping his head high. Y/N can’t see the sliver of hope lingering in his desperate eyes, the kind of hope that makes him believe this isn’t the end of their story at all.

Saul had held his hand to the slash, but no matter the pressure he applied the blood had still gushed between his fingers and oozed under his hand. At first it came thick and strong, flowing through his fingers as they clasped the ripped flesh. He felt the blood move over his hand, the thick fluid no warmer or cooler than his own skin. After a few moments more the blood was still leaving his rapidly paling flesh, but the pulses were slower, weaker.

Once the fairies found him, he felt himself hope again. Even if he’s to die to the infection, maybe Y/N will see him before he’s lost. Maybe he’ll tell her he loves her and he’s loved her all this time. Maybe she’ll take pity on him and tell him she loves him back, even if it’s a lie.

He held tightly onto the young fairies helping him back to Alfea. He grits his teeth to stop himself from crying out in pain.

While Saul was being dragged into Alfea, Y/N stood by Sky and Stella who seemed shaken up. Stella’s eyes widen as Y/N follows her line of vision only to feel the color draining from her face. Her heart sinks, her breath caught in her throat as she leans over the bannister with mouth open in shock.

Y/N wants to call out to Saul, to have him look up and smile to reassure her, but she can’t make a sound. Her legs move on their own as she runs, the last conversation playing in loops until it’s madness in her head.

Once again, Y/N is jealous of the fairies and their ability to show emotions. A fairy could cry out and no one would scrutinize them for it. Y/N couldn’t cry even if she wanted to. She had been taught not to.

She nearly falls to her knees as she opens the door to the greenhouse, finding Saul had lost consciousness and the blood was gushing from his wounds without signs of stopping.

Reacting on instinct, she grabs the gauze and presses it against his skin with shaky hands. She can’t hear the voices around her, but she’s applying pressure on Saul’s wounds with quivering lips forming his name like a silent prayer, over and over as if it could save him.

Tags: @organabanks

Part 4

#saul silva x reader #saul silva #saul silva imagine #saul silva angst #fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga fic #fate the winx saga fanfic

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mrsgiovanna · 3 years

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The Request (Don Giorno x Fem! Reader)

I don't really know what to call this, it's just an idea that's been living in my head for a while. Kind of disorganised... Just like my thoughts in general 💭😅

TW : possessive, somewhat yandere Behaviour, part 5 spoilers.

The sharp clattering of your heels against the exquisite marble floor was the only sound to break the silence. You walked briskly, a woman on a mission no doubt. Today would be the day you try and pry back a morsel of the freedom you lost when you took up residence with your overbearing lover all those years go. As you make your way to your destination you wonder how you got to this point, you couldn’t fathom how such a small request could require as much effort and preparation. This is definitely a far cry from when you first met the green-eyed charmer. Falling for him was as simple as falling asleep, it happened slowly, softly, being lulled by his velvety voice, and then all at once.

By the time you realized you were pulled into a dream, your surroundings morphed into a nightmare. Not the kind with hideous monsters blatantly chasing after your blood, no, this was the more dangerous kind- the eerily beautiful kind without anything to swiftly jolt you awake.

You’d finally reached your destination on the east wing of the mansion, a large, ornately carved mahogany door, with golden accents on the vines that decorated its frame. You paused, in part to compose yourself, but also to think about whether or not you were ready for the consequences that would follow this conversation, if you could even call it one.

“Come in”.

You steeled yourself, briefly gazing to your left to look at yourself in the gold-framed mirror that took up most of that wall. You smoothed down your hair, and made sure your expertly applied makeup was still in place. A quick adjustment of your designer dress and a stern glare into your sparkling eyes gave you the courage you needed to knock on the door.

“Good morning amore mio, its rather early for you to be awake and that dressed up. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

It was all the invitation you needed as you opened the heavy door and slowly walked in. Greeted by your lover’s soft smile, you felt your heart waver, but your resolve returned when you noticed that that smile had not reached his emerald eyes.

You were taken aback by the tenderness in his voice, wondering how he could sound so gentle while his eyes looked so intimidating. You were jolted out of your reverie as he softly cleared his throat.

“Giorno, I … I was hoping to speak to you about something… its rather important.”

You’d slightly grimaced at your choice of words, feeling your resolve slowly dissipating, you had come here to make a demand but ended up phrasing it as a tentative suggestion… but the door was opened now, and you’d have to follow through. All the months of behaving and complying with the countless rules, all the subtle warnings, they simply couldn’t count for naught, not after being so careful.

Giorno had looked at his beloved and motioned for her to continue. He mused about what his wife would want to pick his brain about, in fact he knew exactly what she wanted but he put that thought to the back of his mind as it was the one thing he could absolutely not allow.

“Gio, please let me go to the city, I need to see Paolo, he’s not doing too well and desperately needs my help… and I’m all the family he has left.” You tried to keep your voice from cracking but failed, speaking about your brother was always painful. Even though he was a year older than you, you had always taken care of him. You had even ended up joining the gang to pay off his drug debts. Despite numerous stays at the best rehab facilities that money could buy, he just couldn’t manage to stay sober. You had to admit that it hurt you to see the pathetic state your brother was in, considering how much you had lost when you helped Giorno betray Diavolo and usurp Passione to reform it.

Bruno’s death was especially difficult for you to deal with as he was the one anchoring force in a life filled with instability. You mourned the deaths of your friends for a long time, however, the one loss you found the most difficult to contend with was the one you hadn’t even been aware of until it was too late.

You stared hopefully at the man you so desperately loved, hoping against all possibilities that the answer would be a favorable one. His gaze shifted, he looked down pensively as you sat across him drinking in the ethereal beauty that Giorno embodies. He’s matured so much, you think to yourself, his face having lost that innocent quality, was now sharp and handsome, as if it had been sculpted by the gods themselves. This was offset by the luxurious mane that cascaded down his back and over his shoulder like liquid gold, favoring to wear his hair loose now, in stark contrast to the immaculate braid he worn when you had first met him. His tailored suits hugged all the contours of his well-built frame, he was indeed a sight to behold, however, his eyes- his eyes unsettled you. You felt as if they stared directly into your soul.

It had been a few years after Giorno had taken over Passione that your friendship had blossomed into something more. Slowly falling, date after date, feelings intensified and it wouldn’t be long before you two were inseparable. Soon after, you noticed Giorno becoming a little more involved in your life, but that’s what happens when you’re in a relationship you reasoned to yourself, however, as time went on, his gentle grasp had turned into a vice-like grip. You blamed it on the traumatic events of your shared past, but there was something else there that you couldn’t quite fathom. So you had stayed silent, slowly losing more and more freedom until you were completely under the Don’s control. You cursed your complacency for letting it come to this, however, you loved Giorno, and you would never, ever want to hurt him, regardless of how his actions may have hurt you.

“Bella”, the sound of his voice brought you out of your thoughts for the second time this morning.

“As much as I’d love to let you go, it’s simply too dangerous to be anywhere near a place like that, nor can I allow him anywhere near this safe haven I’ve painstakingly created for us.”

You were just about to interject with the argument you’d rehearsed so many times, when his sharp glare had silenced you. You recoiled back into your chair, unable to hold his gaze any longer. Upon seeing this, Giorno’s heart broke. When had you become this afraid of him? Had all his measures to keep you safe from harm manifest in him becoming your biggest threat? All he had ever wanted was to keep you safe.

He had lost so much... precious allies had been violently ripped away from him, he was fully aware that fate could be a cruel mistress. Losing you as well was not an option. Being the Don of Passione came with many perks, he basically held the entire of Italy in the palm of his elegant hand. Only the best was good enough for his principessa, and he was able to give this to you. But every fairytale has to have a villain, or in this case, a series of villains, sent to weaken him or eradicate him altogether. When these people had realized it was virtually impossible to counter his stand ability, they found other ways to attempt to bring him to his knees, and that involved hurting you. Numerous attempts at both his and your lives successfully thwarted without your knowledge had only further cemented Giorno’s belief that the only way to keep you safe was through isolation.

With the finality of his tone, you gave up on your little mission and melted into his embrace. You mentally chided yourself for not putting up more of a fight, but there was something in the way that Giorno held you that fractured your already fragile heart. The slight tremble of his arms and the uneven breathing were evidence enough that he was extremely conflicted by something, and that his decisions were not made from malicious intentions... Perhaps... You just wished he would let you in, that he wouldn’t shoulder this burden on his own. You wanted to close the gap between you two, and with that you made a silent promise to yourself and him, that you would heal your fractured hearts, no matter the cost.

“I’m sorry amore mio, I know I’m being cruel, but… there are many things at play… one day you will understand.”

Giorno knew his words sounded condescending, he knew that with each time he refused your small requests, the divide between you two grew larger, but he was determined to protect you, no matter the cost. All he could do was savor this warmth and the way you clung desperately to his form.

The last thing he wanted was for you to be unhappy or scared, so telling you about these affairs was not an option… perhaps until now. Seeing the tears pooling in your eyes was almost too much for him to bear, he needed to comfort you despite feeling guilty for being the reason you’re in this state. He slowly made his way toward you, seating himself next to you, he wrapped you in a warm embrace. That action only encouraged your tears to flow freely, being soaked up by the expensive fabric of his suit. With each soft sob, Giorno felt his heart would shatter.

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coldmilkcreamery · 3 years

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memories.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: jung jaehyun x jung sungchan 💋

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2326

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: jaehyun helps his little brother sungchan with his problem.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: 🔞 incest (is it still incest if they stepbrothers tho?), smut

𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 ��

𝗮/𝗻: this is both the longest AND the kinkiest thing i’ve ever wrote, please don’t unfollow us for this lmao 😭😭 also it's kind of a switch up !! it's the middle of out debut week so i wanted to switch it uh 😋😋

> 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 <

Sungchan stands by the foot of his older brother’s bed frame, tears threatening to spill out. “I- it-t h-hurts.” Sungchan says in between breaths, desperately trying his hardest not to break down in front of his older brother, one he’s always been looking up to. After his mom died when he was just 4, his father remarried a year later and he met his new hyung, Jaehyun. Jaehyun’s mother always said that he was always cold and unresponsive to her but things started changing when Sungchan came into the picture. That night, 13 years ago, Sungie went from being an only child to having his very own older brother to look up to. Despite not being blood brothers, their bond made anyone who didn't know them personally believe that they were. At times, Sungchan would end up at the foot of his hyung’s bed, scared half to death because of the nightmares he’s been having of his mom, and Jaehyun always ended up comforting and letting his younger brother sleep with him. This continued on until Sungie’s nightmares stopped when he was about 12. But here they were, 6 years later, with Sungchan standing at the foot of his bed, just as he would 6 years earlier. Red eyes, puffy cheeks and all.

As Jaehyun is reminded of all of this, he is brought back to the present as Sungchan lets out a quiet sob, shivering as he can't handle the pain anymore. Jaehyun re-assesses the situation and finally questions, “What hurts Sungie?”, he asks as he reaches out to grab his little brother’s hand, pulling him closer to him. “I- it usually goes away on its own, b-”, Sungchan says in between sobs, now slowly removing the teddy bear from where he held it a minute ago, revealing his not-so-flat frontside, “but it’s been like t-that f-for three h-hours and it s-still won't go a-away.” Jaehyun quickly switches from his worried look to a quite embarrassed one in a matter of seconds. “I-”, he stops, thinking of what to say and how to rephrase what he was originally going to. Scratching the back of his head, he speaks up again, “Didn’t you just, I don’t know, think of rubbing one out?” Sungchan, much like his older brother, switched from a pained look to a confused one, but still kept his red eyes and puffy cheeks. “Huh?”

And in that moment, Jaehyun realizes that his younger brother, one he grew up with, one he thought was as knowledgeable as he was, was in fact, innocent.

“I d-don’t know what you're talking about hyung,” Sungchan speaks up, stuttering less, “like I said, I just wait for it to g-go away but tonight it just... won’t.” Jaehyun takes a deep breath and an even longer sigh, contemplating on whether or not to help his brother out, but decides on the former. “Have you ever heard of, man this is really awkward, masturbating? Or jerking off?” Jaehyun asks with a pained expression on his face, as if he was the one with a problem. “I heard Jeno and Jaemin hyung talking about it a bunch of times before but I never asked about it, why hyung?” Before Jaehyun gets the chance to reply, Sungchan breaks the silence once again, “Will that help soothe the pain, hyung? Will you teach me? Will you help me?” Jaehyun sighs once again as Sungchan looks down at his stuffed toy. “Did you lock the door?” Jaehyun asks, gesturing towards his left. Sungie looks up from his teddy bear and answers, “No hyung, I’ll go do it right now.”

As Sungchan leaves his older brother’s bed to lock the door, Jaehyun braces himself for the weirdest thing he’s ever done his whole life. He’s once again thinking about the consequences of what's about to happen, how mad his parents are going to be, how disgusted his girlfriend is going to be, and on top of that, how grossed out his aunts and uncles and relatives are going to be if they find out. However, before he can list all the negative outcomes of the night, his train of thought gets interrupted when he feels the edge of the bed dip as his little brother sits down near his foot. Jaehyun sighs once again as he prepares to speak up, but gets cut off when his brother winces, then says “Please help me hyung, it hurts so much.” Jaehyun contemplates for the last time as this is his last chance to back out from doing what may potentially damage and destroy his relationship, not only with his little brother, but with his girlfriend and family. He looks at him and realizes that he can’t bear to see his brother in pain any longer and ultimately decides on helping him. “Are you sure you want me to help you?” Jaehyun asks for consent, as he doesn’t want to end up regretting his actions. “Yes hyung, please help me.”

With one last scratch of the head, Jaehyun tells his younger brother to take his pajamas and underwear off. Sungchan is shocked and hesitant at first but he trusts his brother of 13 years. After all, he’s been there for him for every single problem he’s encountered. When his pet fish died, when he broke his favorite toy truck, even in being bullied, Jaehyun was always nearby to protect and comfort him. As he takes his beige pajamas and gray underwear off, his dick springs up, revealing itself for the first time. Jaehyun’s mouth goes agape, caught in a trance with the wand that is his little brother’s. He feels himself getting hard as well. He knows it’s wrong, but he just can’t help it. “Hyung, stop staring,” Sungchan says, hiding his face in his palm, adjusting his index fingers away from his eyes so that he can see, “you’re making me shy.” Jaehyun looks up from where he was looking and immediately feels his cheeks heating up. He closes his gaping mouth, only to reopen it once again, as he speaks, “It‘s just that uh-,” it’s Jaehyun’s turn to stutter, “you’re really big Sungie, even bigger than me.” He says, whispering the last part.

Finally deciding to man up and stop being shy, Jaehyun says, “Come here, sit in front of me with your back facing me.” Sungchan does as he’s told and yelps when he feels his older brother hug and pull him back towards him. He can now feel his older brother’s toned body through his back, which gets him excited even more. “Are you okay with me touching you Sungie?” Jaehyun asks, hands still on his little brother’s stomach from the hug. “Yes hyung.” With the words of approval from his brother, Jaehyun slowly but gently moves his cold hands from his brother’s stomach towards his dick. He’s hesitant to touch it at first, but eventually does it. As his frigid fingers touch his brother’s cock, the latter shivers and lets out a quiet moan. Jaehyun looks from his little brother’s cock, then to his face, then back again, and begins moving. “Ah hyung it f-“ Sungchan says in between moans, “f-feels so good- ah!” Jaehyun takes that as encouragement and goes from his excruciatingly slow pace to an even quicker one, sending Sungchan shivers from his cock all the way to his chest. “Hyung, wait-“ Not long after Jaehyun once started, Sungchan starts shivering under his hyung’s hold, “I feel like peeing-rmmgh” Jaehyun speeds up and speaks in a softer voice, “It’s alright Sungie, you’re just releasing pent up stress, for 18 years I assume.” Sungchan’s breathing gets heavier and even more uneven than it already was. With Sungchan’s eyes closed and mouth agape, he releases into his older brother’s hand, cum shooting upward first and landing all over. They stay in that position for a while until Jaehyun lets go of his little brother. “Hyung, I-“ Sungchan speaks up, still breathless from the first orgasm he’s had in 18 years, given to him by his brother, “that felt so good, I- I can’t believe I haven’t done that before.” Jaehyun smiles at his brother’s innocence and grabs a towel from the drawer beside him and cleans his little brother up, still in the same position they were in 5 minutes ago.

As Jaehyun wipes his brother clean, he remembers everything that he was thinking about 10 minutes ago, and makes a pained face. “Sungie, I know it felt good but you can’t tell anyone about what just happened okay?” Sungchan nods as his older brother speaks, “Jerking off is normally supposed to be done alone, not with anyone else—especially not with your brother. If anyone finds out Sungie I might-“

“Hyung,” Sungchan interrupts in a calm manner, “it’s okay, I won’t tell anyone.” Sungchan sends Jaehyun a warm smile as he gets out of his position to wear his pajamas once again, but pauses when he notices the big bulge in his older brother’s boxers. “Hyung, do you need help with that?” Jaehyun looked down and only now remembers and sees how obvious the bulge in his boxers is. “It’s alright Sung-“

“No hyung, I’ll help you, it’s okay. I know how much it hurts so I’ll help you feel better. I need practice anyway.” Jaehyun inhales sharply as Sungchan lays in front of him, belly facing down on the bed as his long fingers pull his Calvin Klein boxers down. “Wow hyung I may be longer but yours is really really thick,” Sungchan says, a surprised face put on, “and veiny too.” Jaehyun’s dick twitches at his younger brother’s words and Sungchan takes that as a sign to start. He’s not really sure on how to do it because his eyes were closed when his brother was doing him so he gently placed his hands on his brother’s dick in an attempt to mimic the older’s actions minutes ago, but stops when he realizes he doesn’t know what he’s doing. “Uhh hyung?” Sungchan says in a question-like manner, eyebrows up. “Here,” Jaehyun puts his hand over Sungchan’s as they move up and down the former’s cock. Jaehyun starts moaning as Sungchan has his mouth agape, surprised with what his hands are making his brother feel right now. Jaehyun lets go and lets his younger brother do him alone. Sungchan starts experimenting with speed, but still ends up putting his other hand on the older’s balls, which Jaehyun moans even louder at. Not long after, the younger feels his brother’s moans getting louder and louder, breath getting heavier and heavier just as his did 10 minutes ago. The older’s dick started twitching as Jaehyun said, “Oh fuck Sungie I think I’m about to- uhh-“ Ropes of cum shoot out Jaehyun’s cock and land on Sungchan’s face because of the position they were in. Sungchan was surprised at first but just stayed still. Once Jaehyun came down from his high, he quickly apologized and grabbed the towel he previously used to wipe the younger’s face. “I totally forgot we were in that position. I'm sorry.” Jaehyun says with a worried look. “It’s okay hyung, just let me sleep here tonight, I feel tired already.” Jaehyun contemplates on how awkward it would be to spend the night with his brother after what they just did, but comes to the conclusion that he’d much rather wake up to his brother than to wake up alone. “Alright Sungie. Just don’t tell mom or dad or anyone about this okay?”

“Yeah yeah hyung, I know”, Sungchan says as he puts his pajamas on, face still sticky from his older brother’s cum. Jaehyun moves to the corner of the bed, towards the wall, to make room for his younger brother. They both face the door, Jaehyun’s hands wrapped around Sungchan’s body as the latter hugs his teddy bear. “You know Sungie, this all reminds me of when you had nightmares and came to sleep with me a lot, maybe 8 or so years ago,” Jaehyun says out of the blue, memories rushing back to his mind, “when you were twelve, and I believe that that was the year you had started sleeping alone, well I woke up a bunch of times before you did and noticed you started getting morning wood. It was pretty funny to me at the time but I never knew that you didn’t jerk off or anything. I started doing it at 11, so at that time I have been doing it for three years already. I expected that you’d already started but.. apparently not. That must’ve hurt a lot Sungie.”

“I just didn’t know hyung. But I’m glad you taught me now, even if i’m already 18. I can’t believe I went all these years without knowing how good that feels, Thank you Jaehyunie Hyung”, Sungchan looks behind, a smile on his face. Jaehyun snuggles into Sungchan’s back as they both drift into deep sleep. Some memories were made that night, in the Jung household, memories Mr. and Mrs. Jung never ended up finding out about.

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 01.02.21

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 01.03.21

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Brightly Shone The Moon That Night. A Dark-Cream Christmas story.

The following is a slice of life story about my Dark-Cream family at Christmas. It exists in a universe different to @zu-is-here cannon. In this universe positive emotions are not fatal to Shattered so Cross and Dream didn't rush to break the curse. It splits off around 'things will never be the same' or 'the price of happiness'. The twins were created before the last 3 chapters of Dark-Cream were drawn. Any changes to the story or changes to the characters should be accepted as being part of an alternative timeline. Thank you. Enjoy. Original cross and dream belong to jakei95 and joku blog. Original shattered dream belongs to @galacii. This design for shattered is based off the one by @zu-is-here and the Dark-Cream story is also by @zu-is-here. Most of the Story will be under the cut.

"isn't this a bit much?" the gloopy one said, as his partner wrapped a scarf around his neck.

"nope" the former guard replied "can't have you getting frost bite my love"

Dream simply rolled his eyes. "but I can't really get cold? Or even hot for that matter"

"what are you talking about? you're always hot" Cross replied with a sly smile. This earned a confused look from the smaller skeleton, as Cross carefully tied the scarf and gently folded it under Shattered's jacket. Though it became clear to Cross that Dream had twigged what he'd meant a moment later, evident by the creeping gold blush spreading across his face.

The golden guardian playful punched Cross in the shoulder. "Shush you, keep in clean in front of the little ones"

At that Cross couldn't help but smile and turn his head to his two daughters. The two were in their cot, all dressed in snuggly winter clothes, waiting for their Dad's to be done getting ready. Celest was dressed in a cosy jumper with a little bobble hat, while Luna wore a full bodied coat. Their consistent look of confusion and wonder changed into toothless smiles when their dad looked at them. (idk how teething works for skeletons..... Teeth magically form or something......also tbh they should start teething soon) it warmed Cross' soul.

His attention was drawn back to dream by the sound of metal being placed down on wood. He looked to him, seeing that he'd removed his crown band and set down on the bedside table. Dream then sighed and sagged his shoulders. "it.... It feels wrong not having something on my head"

Cross chuckled.

The 4 of them where taking a trip out today. This was something both Dream and Cross had agreed was a good idea.

Cross' eye lights travelled back to the little ones. They seemed so innocent right now, as if recent events hadn't happened. As if the last two weeks hadn't been difficult to get through.

Celest's code had been burning her a lot, to the point where she'd screamed when either of them had tried to hold her, or even touch her. As for Luna, her throat had become clogged with more gloop then ever before. So much Shattered had to use a tentacle to pull some of it out. She had surely been 5 seconds from suffocating.

It had been a fortnight of sleepless nights, screaming babies and a large amount of arguing. The stress of the situation had pushed them very far apart. Many things had been said, old wounds jabbed at, tears shed. But after a lot of long talks they had sorted out each fight. They were a lot stronger then some petty arguments. There was no room in their relationship for emotional strain......not anymore. The two loved each other, it had just been a difficult time.

In recent days, the twins seemed to have recovered to a stable state. Back to the laughing, smiling, Cow lovers. Cross never thought he'd be so happy that they'd started playing with their cow collection again.

After a long talk with his finance, the two concluded that they'd all been stuck in the void space for way to long. Even with the few rooms and furniture, it's not like there was much to do there and a serious cabin fever had developed. So while the twins were in a good place, they had to take the opportunity to spend some time together as a family.

Cross once again looked back at his partner. Only to need to do a double take. Dream was wearing a hat now. A festive white one with golden stripes running across it. It was reminiscent of a classic Santa hat, other then the colours. The fabric had black stains in several places due to where Dream had touched it. Though despite that Cross recognised it all to well. To his dismay, he felt his face slowly get warm. Their first kiss.

He could remember it clearly in his mind, the mistletoe, the hotel, Gaster sniggering in the corner. But mostly, Dream. The sweet, positive skeleton from back then was very different to the one who stood before him now. But he wouldn't have it any other way.

Remembering that day caused his blush to darken. It had truly been one of the most embarrassing, but best days of his life. Though a part of him wondered how Dream still had the hat. After everything, the hat had been saved.

"you've still got that hat?" he said, in a half teasing tone.

Shattered smirked at Cross' flushed face "of course, so many good memories".

A stream of positivity ran through him and with it, it brought a sudden, but expected twinge in his soul. It was a sharp pain, like a knife being slowly pressed in. Dream tried to ignore it but he visually flinched causing Cross to come over.

"positivity again Dreamboat?" he questioned.

Dream nodded "it's alright, I'm used to it" The guardian sensed some sadness from Cross, even if he kept a natural face.

"I'm OK Crossy, promise!"

Cross sighed and gently kissed Shattered's forehead. "if you say so my love"

With that he walked back over to the twins so that he could get their carriers. Dream sighed slightly. It was strange seeing Cross in an outfit different to his guard uniform. So much so that Dream already kind of missed it, not that Cross didn't look handsome is what he was currently wearing.

The last time the family had left the void to go shopping, (which is really a story in itself) they had been stared at from all angles. Every man, women and child. Monster or human, had taken part in watching them. Like animals in a zoo. Cross had insisted that it was the twins they were staring at, since his children were so beautiful that of course people would stare. But in the end both him and Dream knew the real reason.

They were staring at them.

He couldn't really blame them though, how often do you come across a monster with heterochromia wearing what was best described as fancy dress, accompanied by a slime covered skeleton in heels and a crown? Many things had changed since the apple incident, but people staring as he passed had not.

Today they both wanted a peaceful day with their babies, so they had opted to wear more normal clothes. Cross had traded his normal cape and jacket for a puffy white winter coat which he wore a red jumper under. Dream had opted for something similar, though a deep brown colour as to not show the stains so much. It felt odd being in a new outfit, but also very nice. There was only so long someone could take being in tight trousers and shirts with big collars.

The former guard straightened up, clutching a harness in his hands.

"these were definitely a good buy" he said, as he walked back to Dream.

Dream raised an eyebrow "did you really 'Buy' them Cross?" he said is a inquisitive tone.

Cross' body tensed and his partner gave him an sharp stare. Even without his emotion sensing ability, Dream could read Cross like a book.

"uhhhhhhh.......yes?"

"sure" Dream replyed, with slight amusement in his voice.

A nervous chuckle came from Cross. "look they were a good thing to get ok?....... Very helpful for the little ones"

Dream gave him an unsure nod. He still wasn't exactly well versed in child care, so he wasn't really sure what these harnesses where even for yet. Since he figured that the answer was probably obvious, he didn't ask.

"want me to help you get it on?" Cross asked, raising an eyebrow. Shattered wasn't the only one who could easily read his partner.

Shattered said nothing but nodded. His golden blush reappeared when Cross started to run his hands across and around his body to get the harness into place. His soul gave a tiny learch for a moment, but not one of pain.

He knew there was a part of him that wanted Cross to touch his soul again, It had been such a close experience for them both and had brought about a lot of pleasurable feelings. It was truly something he wanted to experience again. A feeling he almost craved. But he knew all to well, as his eye sockets fixed onto the cot to his right, that the potential consequences made it impossible. He was just going to have to live with these unmet desires. Just as he was sure that Cross lived with similar ones.

"there all done"

Dream jumped. Snapped out of his thoughts by his future husband's voice.

Now the harness was all attached. Not too tight, but not too lose. He could see that he now had a pocket on his chest which he guessed the baby sat in. Clever. It was kind of like a kangaroo pouch.

Cross strapped a identical carrier around his own chest and walked over to the babies cot to collect his daughters.

Luna smiled wide at the sight of him. The older skeleton matched her smile and slowly picked his child up. Luna giggled and kicked her tiny feet out as he did. Her tentacle flickered around the corners of her mouth as she laughed. Cross could feel his own joy fill him at the sight. But he nullified it for his partner's sake.

Speaking of which, he turned back to Dream.

"you wanna take Celly or Lu Lu?" he asked.

"I'll take Luna" the smaller skeleton replied "since you are already holding her". He held his arms out in an awkward, slightly unsure way.

Cross gave a soft, knowing smile "Its OK Dreamboat, I'll help you get her in the carrier"

Shattered sighed, irritated by his own incompetence and nodded.

With that Cross carefully attempted to slip the wriggling baby into her carrier. Which wasn't easy, as she cheerfully shifted her legs around. In fact Cross had a slightly hard time keeping hold of her.

After much difficulty, Cross managed to feed her legs through the leg holes and sit her safely inside. The whole time, Dream remained mostly still, he didn't want to do anything in case he ended up hurting Luna.

Once she was buckled in, Cross took a slow step back to admire his handy work. Luna bounced excitedly in her carrier and her Papa looked almost comically uncomfortable by all her movement.

"do you want me to take her Day Dream?" Cross said, upon noticing Dreams unease around the wiggling baby. Dream shook his head "no, its fine" he replied as he relaxed his shoulders. "you get Celest and we can go"

Cross gave a nod and turned back to the cot. As he went to pick up his slightly younger daughter, he noticed that she had in fact fallen asleep. Cross sighed - not again....

For most parents, the time when the children slept was a time of bliss, and after a fortnight of little sleep, Cross almost agreed. But his child had a habit of falling asleep suddenly and for long periods. Dream had told him that when this happened her energy levels were low, showing that her body couldn't regulate itself fully.

With another sigh, Cross carefully picked up the sleeping baby and slipped her into the carrier. It was very hard to wake her when she was like this, but he was still extra careful. Not waking a sleeping baby was basically a universal law, though he would have to if she was asleep to long. After double checking that she was safely inside and her head was supported, he walked back over to Dream.

"any particular preference for an au Dream boat?" he asked

Shaking his head, Dream replied "Not really, just try and get a pacifist timeline"

With a nod, Cross extended his arm. There was a spark of magic at his figure tips and his knife materialised. He dragged it through the air in a fluid motion, as he did it split the air as if it where a piece of cloth. It was a causal splitting of space and time. Simple.

Luna watched her dad with a look of wonder. Her silver eyes where wide and bright.

"gahhhhh daaaaag" she cooed and reached for him.

Cross glanced back at her with a smile "just you wait Princess, when you are older I'll teach you how to do this"

These words hung heavily in the air for a moment, as Cross carefully finished opening the portal. The same thing was on both Cross and Dreams minds.

If you get older.

With a sigh and a snap of his fingers, the knife was gone and the portal was open.

"After you" Cross said, stooping into a slight bow and winking at his fiancé.

Dream covered his mouth with his hand and fake giggled. "Oh what a gentleman" he said with a large smile across his face before walking forward and entering the portal.

The first thing that hit Dream as he reached the other side, was a cold crisp breeze. The chill made him feel grateful that he was wearing his boots, even if they were old and an obnoxious shade of yellow.

The breeze blew lightly causing Luna to shiver. There was no wind in there home, so this brought a welcome change to Shattered. He took a deep breath into his non existent lungs.

It was evening. Strange? He figured that their sense of time must have been thrown out a little. They did live in a void after all. However it was a pleasant evening, with sky littered with stars and a full moon.

Shattered allowed himself to bask in the fresh air for a while, as he heard footsteps behind him and the portal close.

"Oh it's good to be outside again" came Cross' voice from behind.

With a nod, Shattered turned around to face his partner. Luna wriggled more in her carrier, looking around at all the new things she'd never seen before.

"someone is excited" Cross said, leaning down and kissing his daughter on the forehead. She giggled and very nearly headbutt him as he did. Chuckling, he pulled away.

The guard looked around "looks like we're in a small town... If I had to guess its the surface"

The two of them started to look around, trying to find something to engage with. It wasn't long before they spotted something.

Both skeletons attention was caught by something in the near distance. A large crowd of people. Among them were people in hats, jumpers and coats, carrying bags and cups of hot drinks. A vast amount of stalls and stands were among them, not to mention fur trees in fancy dress and lights. Hundreds and hundreds of lights.

"a Christmas Market!" Dream said, his voice hinting an excitement "I've never been to one! I forgot that it was this time of the year"

His excitement felt like a balloon filling inside him. Only to be burst when his soul gave a sting inside his ribs.

But Dream couldn't help but feel a little happy, this was such a good thing to come across, perfect for their trip out.

Cross tilted his head "how do you know what Christmas is my love? It's more of a human custom".

"well that's easy" Dream said, a slight smugness in his voice at the fact he seemed more knowledgeable then Cross about something.

"Christmas is a time where positive emotions take hold, even in the darkest of times, positively rules here"

He eye lit up slightly as he spoke. Even if Dream was corrupted, and technically not the positivity guardian anymore, he was still happy to talk about it. It reminded him of easier times.

"as the former positively guardian it was only natural for me to learn about the festival...." his voice turned somba for a moment "Heaven taught me...... remember?"

There was another heaviness in the air at those words. A unspoken guilt and regret and then a thought. Dream now possessed the very power that had killed him.....

The gloopy one sighed and straightened the baby carrier. Luna gurgled as he did so.

"he would have loved to meet these two wouldn't he" he spoke, his voice twisting in its somba state.

"yeah... But it's ok" the guard replied, taking Dreams hand.

"in a way, he is here" he said in a soft tone, running his finger across Dreams ring. A smile ran across his face before he realised Shattered's hand.

After a short moment of silence they were disturbed by a soft noise. Celest had woken from her sleep. She wriggled and shifted against Cross' chest, her tiny voice gurgling.

"Nice of you to join the party Sweet pea" Cross said, upon noticing.

"we should probably get going, before she falls asleep again" Dream stated in reply. Cross nodded.

The family started to walk together towards the market. As they approached the air was filled with the smell of food and the sound of cheesy pop songs. The emotions of the people around them where starting to fill in.

The first thing that Dream felt was a lot of emotion around him. He was going to need to take a moment to get used to it. From what he could feel it was primarily positive, but then he felt something else.

To his right he felt anger and frustration. That wasn't the kind of thing that he expected this time of year, so he turned his head slightly. There was a human and a monster stood in the huddle.

He caught a few words of what they were saying.

"typical every year you leave gift buying to the last minute" said one.

"it's not completely last minute" said the other.

"it's the 23rd! How is that not last-" and then he was out of ear shot.

"23rd?" Shattered said to himself "huh.... It was my birthday 2 days ago". He counted on his fingers for a moment, trying to figure out how old that made him.

"it was!? Oh my goodness that's right!" came a voice from his side. It was slight panic from Cross. Uh oh.

Dream waved his hands in a jazz hand fashion "woah woah woah, before you go flying off the handle, we both didn't realise-

"I'm so sorry my love!"

Shattered groaned. Here we go.

"I can't believe I forgot! I'll make it up to yo-

Dream cut Cross off with a peak on the teeth. Cross jumped and his face flushed.

"......... Cross, I'm going to have hundreds more birthdays... Its OK if we skip one" the guardian whispered before nuzzling his gloopy face against him. "presides.... We had more important things to worry about"

As if on que both twins cooed.

A little smile creeped on to Cross' face. Dream mirrored it.

"now let's stop standing here go to the market" he held his hand out "it's waiting for us".

With a soft smile, Cross took his hand and they started walking again. It wasn't long before they finally reached the market.

The market was busy.

Both humans and monsters were walking around, talking happily. Children of all ages were rushing around with chocolates in their hands and candy canes in their mouths. Positive emotions were swirling like the snow in the wind. A warm blend of joy, song and family.

The smells of cakes and and pies were everywhere. Hot wine, ginger, cinnamon, dried fruit and nuts. Coffee, chutney, jams and cheeses.

For Dream it was like being spun in a giant bath of spice. The smells did not help his developing headache. There where positive emotions everywhere, every angle.

He let go of his partner's hand and stumbled slightly. The emotions were threatening to make him collapse as they came at all sides. Being in a void space for so long meant he'd gotten used to only Cross' emotions being around. But now there must have been 100 people at lest.

With the surrounding area becoming a blur, the sky and ground became one and he felt something hit his back and press it.

After a moment of silence he could hear the sound of a baby crying from off in the distance. Someone was calling his name but he could hardly hear it as the crying baby got closer. But eventually both got clearer.

"Dream! Dream are you OK!? Can you hear me?"

It was Cross.

"C.... Cross?" he said, looking for his partner's face. He eventually found it, hovering above him.

"why....." he said reaching his heavy arm up "why are you flying?"

The former guard gave him a confused expression. A moment later, Dream realised that the pressure on his back was in fact the floor and he was laying on it.

"you collapsed" said Cross with a pained expression. Cross' worry and stress washed over Dream and snapped him back to reality. The crying baby was very close. In fact it was coming from his chest.

Dream pushed himself onto his elbows and looked down. Luna was crying and wriggling in her carrier.

"oh.... OH!" Shattered said as a sudden and huge instinct hit him. Something he'd not really felt up till this point. Caring not about his state, he pulled her out of the carrier and rocked her in his arms.

"shhhh shhh it's ok, I'm sorry sweetheart, are you hurt?"

If Dream hadn't just collapsed, Cross would have felt happy at the sight of him comforting Luna. The tiny skeleton quieted down, but her non-existent lip was still trembling. Shattered inspected her, happy not to find any marks that would indicate she'd been hurt by the fall. Probably just scared.

"what happened my love?" came Cross' voice again.

"emotions" Dream bluntly responded, before attempting to get to his feet. He hadn't gotten far when he felt his partners hands grip his and help him pull up. He'd barely just gotten to his feet when things started to blur again and his head started to once again throb.

He fell forward slightly into Cross' chest, the guard put his arms around him to support him and keep him steady. He had to be careful to make sure the babies didn't get squished.

Cross' fiancé give out a low, pained groan and Luna give a wine of discomfort.

"Keep hold of her Dreamboat, I'll find somewhere where you can sit down" he softly said, looking around to find a seat. Luckily he spotted a park bench not to far from them.

Cross slowly and gently guided Dream backwards until Dream's legs brushed against the bench and he was able to slowly sit down. He sank his weight against the wooden frame, his limbs felt heavy and his head felt horrible. After a short time he started to adjust. Feeling himself coming back into reality, Shattered adjusted his hold on Luna to make sure he didn't drop her. Cross kneeled in front of them both.

"we can always go home if it's to much for you"

Immediately Dream shock his head, which he regretted a second later as the dizziness ramped.

"no Crossy, we both agreed we needed some time out of the void. ...im sorry that I'm ruining it"

The tall skeleton lightly gripped Dreams shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes.

"you are not ruining anything"

He kissed the bridge of Dreams nose.

"you have made everything in my life better, don't forget that"

A smile ghosted Shattered's face at those words.

"you know.... You're blind, unconditional love for me is really cheesy" he said, his smile turning into a smirk.

"I do try"

The couple shared a laugh and Dream felt himself feel a bit better. He didn't feel great though. The emotions around him where still dizzying.

Behind Cross he could see the market. It truly did look like fun and he felt bad that he'd soured the mood. He continued to rock Luna and she turned around in his arms to burry her face into his chest.

"you should....." Shattered paused as another wave of dizziness hit him "You should go ahead of me, I'll catch up"

"Absolutely not" Cross stated firmly "I will not leave you, I refuse"

"Cross" Dream said in an equally as firmly manner "I can look after myself for 10 minutes, it will be fine..... I want you to go have some fun"

The guard's expression softened and he stood up again, running his hand across the back of his skull unsurely as he did. "I.... I don't know"

Dream rested Luna in his lap and reached his hands out, Cross took them.

"Cross, I want you to go ahead, I'll join you soon, I promise"

Letting go of Dreams hands, Cross sighed. "Alright..... But I'll come back in 15 minutes, if you are still here then we are going home"

Dream nodded slowly "Deal"

After a few more unsure moments Cross started to back away from Dream. He went slowly in order to give Dream time to tell him to stop. After he didn't, Cross turned and walked in the direction of the market.

As Shattered watched Cross walk into the market, he felt his daughter start to fuss in his arms. His golden eye travelled down to her again. She looked a bit confused or upset. Her emotions weren't developed enough to be easily readable by Shattered. But from what he could sense she was distressed by her dad walking away.

He looked back at Cross again, as the guard inspected what seemed to be a stand of various pastries and cakes. There was a sad, yet nostalgic smile on his face.

Shattered watched as he exchanged some words with the vendor and took Celest's little hand and waved it. Clearly he was introducing them. The vendor seemed to coo at the baby a little and Cross straightened up proudly. Probably bragging about something cute Celest had done recently.

After a few more words he put some coins on the counter and was handed a paper bag, containing what Dream had to assume was a pastry of some kind. He waved good bye to the vendor and started to walk away.

As he did, he took his food item out of its bag and went to take a bite. He locked eyes with Dream mid-bite and gave him a slight deer in the headlights look. After finishing taking his bite, he smiled and waved to his lover. Dream waved back.

It was clear from Cross' expression that whatever he was eating was very tasty and it caused Dream to wonder how much food Cross was going to buy tonight.

Luna fussed again as her father and sister got further away.

Luna and Celest had been almost inseparable since day one, Shattered was still a little unnerved by it. They were always most comfortable when together. Knowing this, Dream told himself that Luna was fussing because she was parted from her sister. But another thought came to him.

What if she was sad about Cross leaving?

It was a stupid thing to think, both babies had been apart from Cross before and not responded this way. Yet the thought wouldn't leave him. It was the kind of thought that bounces around your head and burrows into you the moment you try to forget it.

The first time he left them with me for an extended period of time, I'd tried to....

A chill ran over him followed by a long twang of guilt, which caused him to tighten his grip on his daughter. Cross still didn't know about that night and he wasn't sure he could ever tell him. What was wrong with him? He acted like he cherished them these days (or at lest most days), but how could he when he'd thought of doing such a thing? When all he'd felt upon seeing them for the first time was nothing. His eyes stung and threatened to start crying. In that moment he felt tempted to call Cross back and have him wrap his arms around him. But he couldn't. Not while Cross didn't know.

"I'm sorry that I'm not the best parent to you Mi hija"

The words left his mouth as barely even a whisper. They sounded if he'd not been aware he said them. As if he'd not fully intend to say them out loud. His throat was dry and his soul was burning and twisting.

Cross says you are getting better.

One part of him said

But who's to say they will live to see you be better?

He answered to himself.

He felt the fabric of his jacket get tugged slightly. This drew his attention back to Luna.

She had turned in his arms slightly and was looking up at him with wide eyes. If Shattered hadn't known better, he'd have thought he could sense her worrying. Her tiny fist was curled in the fabric of his coat.

"paaaaaa gaa?"

Dream sighed.

"I get a lot of things wrong..... And I'm going to keep getting things wrong, I might be wrong most of the time"

The former guardian continued to speak in a near whisper, his finger stroking the tiny creature's cheek.

"but I'm going to get some things right as well...... And I'll make a deal with you"

Luna's face scrunched up a little. It was almost amusing to see, as if she was thinking really hard.

"if you and your sister keep on fighting, I'll keep on trying" Luna turned her face into his hand and chewed his glove.

"if you stick around long enough, you'll see a day when I get things right most of the time.... You want to see that right?"

"maaaaaa"

"deal?"

"gahhh gahh"

Dream laughed slightly "I'll take that as a yes"

He looked away from her again. Cross had completely disappeared from his view now, probably off stuffing chocolates. Since Dream wasn't someone who needed to eat, he didn't fully understand, but the sweet and warm smells in the air were very pleasant. He'd not eaten a thing for at least two and a half years, maybe he could try a little something. Carefully he slipped the tiny skeleton back into her carrier and fastened her in.

"Should we go check out the market mi pequeña estrella?" he asked, finally getting back to his feet. His daughter gave a gurgle of approval.

"then let's go shall we"

The atmosphere of the market was all together jolly. As he walked into the heart of it, his head throbbed again, but he didn't feel dizzy. He'd adjust to it fully soon.

Despite what he would want to admit, he felt a very slight anxiety without Cross by his side. He was in no way dependent on Cross, but he was so used to having him near, it was strange to have him absent. To not be able to feel his energy or be able to hold his hand.

No Dream! He thought. Don't be such a baby.

He patted his daughters head with his hand absentmindedly, feeling the fabric of her bow slip down slightly as he did. She giggled and a smile creeped onto Dreams face as she did.

A stand caught his eye. It was a stall of what seemed to be jewellery. As many of the stalls were, it was adorned with colourful lights and decorations of all shapes. Though this one in particular stood out to him. He wasn't sure why, but he decided to approach it.

The monster running the stand stiffened as he approached, but he paid it no mind. He could see the jewellery much closer now. Each piece seemed unique and hand made. There were bracelets, earrings, rings and necklaces, shimmering in all different colours. He greatly enjoyed looking over each individual piece, until his eye socket landed on one.

It was a necklace. Gold, set with a blueish purple stone. There was a small crescent charm on the chain as well. Dream stared at it and knitted his eyebrows. For a moment he wasn't sure why it caught his eye. But as he moved his hand up and traced his thumb across the stone, he realised. He then retracted his hand is if he'd been shocked. He stepped back and folded his hands together, but his sight remained locked on it.

Where are you? Are you even still alive?

A long sigh left his mouth as he forced himself to think of something else. But as he turned to walk away, he glanced at it again. It was almost like he couldn't bare to leave it.

I'm being silly, I'm a man, why would I need a necklace anyway?

With that, he tore his eyes away and proceeded to the next stand. As before the monster running it tensed slightly.

This vendor was selling what seemed to be plastic toys and figures. These weren't home made and seemed to be just the same old toys you could buy anywhere. There was doll house items, human figures and animals. He was so busy looking over the collection, that he didn't notice as his daughter reached for her favourite animal. He was only alerted to what she was doing by a slobbery squish sound.

She had suck the head of the toy into her mouth and was chewing on it.

"Luna no!" Shattered said "I don't want to have to buy that"

Carefully his pulled the plastic cow from his daughters mouth. A thin trail of a mix between gloop and saliva followed it. He had no idea how one baby could produce so much spit so fast. He wiped some off on his coat, but it didn't come close to cleaning it. Yeah....... he was going to have to buy it. He had a small purse of gold coins that Cross had given him. He hadn't asked where Cross had gotten the coins, it was probably best not to.

As he handed it to the seller and asked for the price, the slimy coating ran onto his fingers. Yuck. Not that he could really talk though, he was almost completely covered in something worse.

Dream expected to feel anger or disgust come from the stall owner. But instead he could only sense fear. His eye locked with the eyes of the monster behind the counter. It didn't take long for him to realise. Cross might have treated him like he was the most beautiful and sweet skeleton in the multiverse, but that didn't stop his appearance from being...... Striking at best.

He grimaced and handed the monster the money he owed and took back the toy.

"have a nice evening" he said, trying to sound friendly.

"y-you too sir.... Merry Christmas"

He turned away from the stall and walked back into the market. After inspecting the toy to make sure there was nothing small that she could choke on he handed it back to Luna. She happy put it back in her mouth, flicking his hand with her mouth tentacle as she did.

Shattered felt a burst of joy from his daughter, which made him light headed for a moment. After collecting his bearings he smiled.

"Adorable idiot" he said leaning over and kissing the top of her head. "now let's go find Daddy shall we?"

It wasn't a market that was too large, just a fair amount of stalls and stands and a handful of people. There was no doubt that he and Cross stood out, so it shouldn't be to hard to find his partner.

If I where cross.... Where would I go?

The answer came to his mind not even a second after asking it.

Chocolate...

As he'd noted before, there was a vast amount of edibles all around him. Mostly foods of the sweet variety, commonly fruity cakes and pies. But it wasn't long till he saw what he wanted. Out of the corner of his eye socket, he spotted what he was looking for. Just as he'd expected, chocolate.

Humans and normal monsters, seemed to be fascinated in forming chocolate into many different shapes. Animals, people, stars and bells. Shattered supposed that they got more pleasure consuming the sweet substance when it involved biting the head off of a defenceless reindeer, or mutilating a Santa or two.

He approached the stall of chocolate items. It was a pleasant smell, reminding him strongly of Cross' coat. There was no doubt the guard would have come here. He just had to find him.

Meanwhile, as Shattered looked for him, his mate was busy in a hearty conversation with his daughter.

The guard slipped a snowflake shaped chocolate into his mouth, having finished off the pastry long ago.

"now what should be get for Papa as a late birthday present hmm?" he asked Celest as she blew a spit bubble. "Something simple, you know he doesn't like flashy things"

Celest continued to blow a spit bubble and watched it as it expanded. "why is it that he must be so difficult to shop for....

His voice trailed off as he continued to ponder the question. What to get someone who didn't like material things. Other then his scarf, his ring and his crown, Dream never held onto things. Maybe he could get him a new accessory, like a new piece of jewellery or something. He continued to think and slipped another chocolate into his mouth. As he did this, without him noticing, the tiny skeleton had popped the spit bubble and was now reaching for the candy cane sticking out of his shopping bag full of goodies. She grabbed it and without hesitation, plunged the bright stripped stick into her mouth without a care.

After not even a second her face screwed up and she recoiled. She let out a wine of regret and disgust, which alerted Cross that she was distressed.

"No sweetie , that's pepper mint" the guard sighed, plucking the now sticky candy from his daughters hands. He put it on the counter of the stand they were stood next to. A stall selling Christmas fauna such as Holly, pinecones and mistletoe.

As he set the candy down, he saw daughters face still looked unhappy. "that must have tasted horrible" he said, dabbing the spit from around her mouth with his sleeve.

"we'll get you some nice warm milk when we get home ok?" he said in a baby voice, bouncing her slightly to try and cheer her up. It worked and she giggled. Cross sighed in relief, crisis averted.

He thought back to his question about presents. About Dream. It had been a little while since he'd left him. It would probably be a good idea to go back.

"Now if you are done sampling my treat bag Celly, maybe we should go check on-

"hey" came a voice from up close to his left. He jumped. After a second he realised he recognised the voice and turned to meet Dreams gaze, some chocolate still on his cheek. He was about to say something about how it was go to see that Dream was feeling better, when Dream spoke.

"wanna prove you aren't just a 20g wager?" the golden guardian said, with a slightly sly smile.

For a moment Cross was confused. Had the emotions caused his partner to go loopy? Before he could ask, Dream pointed his finger upwards. Feeling more confused, Cross glanced up. He could now see that they were in fact stood under a mistletoe. Quite a few actually. The sight of the white berried plant made his cheeks flush. He'd fallen right into Dream's trap. How had he not noticed.

He swallowed what was left of the snowflake the chocolate in his mouth "uhh um.... Uh"

He locked eyes with Dream again, finding that he'd taken a step closer. Taking a gloved hand and cupping Cross' cheek, he said.

"I'll take that as a yes"

With that he gently pulled Cross' face closer, till the gap was closed between them with a soft kiss. Cross' soul fluttered as Dream leaned in more to kiss him stronger. The taste of chocolate in his mouth was soon replaced with the flavour of bitter apple sauce. But he didn't mind it, he much liked apple sauce. Unfortunately the kiss wasn't long lived. The two were forced to separate after feeling their daughters starting to fuss, since they were being pressed between them. Dream stepped back slightly, giving his children room and took a breath of winter air. The euphoria from the kiss surged through him, as it had been a while since they had and therefore felt really good.

In fact, It had been a while since they'd done a lot of things. Including telling Cross that he........... That's something he needed to fix and fix straight away. His eyes locked on Cross.

"Te quiero, mi soldado" Dream said, with his face dusting gold. He looked away and pulled his scarf over his face slightly.

Cross returned his blush and smiled "yo tambien Te quiero, mi sol"

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>>>part.1 ;; >>>part.3(coming soon)

Title: partners in crime pt.2 } Jin-young [got7]

feat. Ok Taecyeon [2pm] & Kwak Dong-yeon

-> ^Vincenzo^

genre: mafia au

warning: mentions of killing/violence and weapons, a bit suggestive

word count: 1.6k

Third person's POV

It was the next day and already evening. Jinyoung and you had ended the last mission successfully, like always.

Right now you were on your way to your boss, you were about to have dinner with him. So you could talk about things that needed to be handled. But you had a pretty close relationship, so you also talked about private things often.

Taecyeon was ruthless and a little psychotic, but you know him for over ten years now and you were used to his sometimes heartless and violent behaviour.

Although he was unpredictable, he was kind of your role model when it was about business.

He was one of the most successful secret mafia bosses in this world, and of course this had its reasons.

But you cared way more about people's lifes than he did. He even threatened to kill his own brother, even though Dongyeon was always loyal to him.

But when Taecyeon didn't like the ideas of his brother or he wouldn't success in something, he would be punished right away. By the only relative he had left.

You got out of the car that had brought you to the disguised company that was unofficially leaded by Taecyeon. His brother was the official face of it, but everyone in your gang knew, he was just the puppet of the boss.

Then you used the elvator to reach one of the high floors faster. Exiting when you arrived and heading to the large office of him.

You knocked but didn't waited for an answer, since you never did that.

But this time you catched the two brothers; the younger one being pressed on his chair aggressively by the older.

And that wasn't all; Taecyeon was holding a knife against his siblings throat, who had tears welling up in his fear filled eyes.

You could tell at the younger's posture as well, he was scared to death.

You shook your head in disagreement and disappointment.

You were aware of the fact that this wasn't the first time, you boss had threatened to kill him with his own hands. But you respected the other one too, so you wouldn't let that happen.

Taecyeon's eyes found your body that slowly entered the room but he didn't dare to loosen up the grip he had on the other young male, who's gaze wasn't moving away from his brother because he was too scared to do anything wrong.

You let out a 'tsk' and continued to shake your head until you spoke up and stopped you movements, looking at the dangerous scene that was going on.

"Taecyeon, please. Let this poor boy be. What did he do this time to deserve this, huh?" You were asking for a good reason.

But his look only made its way to the terrified face a few inches in front of him now. He smiled, making him look like a psychopath.

"Tell her, brother. What did you mess up this time?" His voice was not rough, he intended on just getting a answer out of him, a knife at his throat was enough, he didn't had to be loud, as well.

You huffed in disbelief. He really wanted to do this in front of you.

The younger began shaking a choking out individual words, but definitely not a complete sentence.

Taecyeon got impatient and growled at him.

"In a whole fucking sentence." He the sharp thing pressed more against the other's flesh, cutting him successfully and letting a bit of blood flood out.

Dongyeon hissed in pain and a single tear ran down his cheek.

You thought he now had crossed the line and stepped a few steps towards them.

"Teac, stop now." Your eyes diggered in his like the knife he had pressed against the younger's neck.

And so your boss finally threw the knife elsewhere and let out a sigh.

His brother's heart hitted like a drum. Of course he was scared of the man that had killed his whole family.

The tall man turned around to keep himself under control as long as you were in the room. But he still wouldn't let go so easy, he hadn’t got a proper answer from his puppet yet.

"Now, Dongyeon. Answer now or I will show you that I don't care when someone is watching." He threatened and looked outside the glass wall.

The male, who still sat there, completely zoned out, looking a bit traumatised, now opened his mouth in hope to be able to form a sentence this time.

"I offered to take care of this company. So it wouldn't be a burden anymore." He stammered.

You smiled, proud at him and approached his seat, earning a scared gasp of him. You stopped immediately, not wanting to terrify him even more.

"Why not, Taec? Let him take care of this building. He learnt a lot from you. And you are still in control. No reason to be angry about. He just wants to help." You spoke to your boss, making him turn back around.

He gave you a grin. He liked you and maybe you were right. So he nodded in agreement, letting it go finally.

Then his gaze went to his brother again, stepping up to him.

And the fear in the man's eyes was back. You were watching and ready to make a move.

"Good, brother. Do a good job. Otherwise it will have consequences, understand?" He asked him.

Dongyeon nodded fastly, tremling under his intense gaze.

You realised under how much pressure he was because of his not so gentle older brother.

"No, Taecyeon. He will do his best, it's human to make mistakes and have failures. Don't expect your brother to make or have none." You made clear and made sure to keep a straight face while looking at him.

"Sure." He gave in. "Go home, Dongyeon. Get some rest." He told him, before getting over to the table and sitting himself down.

You were feeling bad for his younger brother. So you hugged him as you saw how much he struggled to just get up from his seat. He was so surprised but also scared that Taecyeon wouldn't want him to have physical contact with you.

In private the older had always claimed you as his, he remembered.

The man in your arms looked in his brothers eyes, checking his reaction. Of course Teacyeon did not enjoy seeing that, but he kept silent and began eating.

After some good seconds you let him go and he disappeared out of the room fastly.

You sighed.

"Let him rest more, Taec. He needs a break from you." You said while going over to your own seat.

"No, I need his face, to keep mine a secret." He refused.

You were getting angry at his impulsive behaviour.

"Hear me out, boss. Either you will be more friendly to him, or this will have consequences. I want him to have a clear mind when he handles things that involve our safety."

Taecyeon rose an eyebrow. He liked playing with you, too bad you were a good player too.

"What do have in mind for him? Will you make him submit to you and fuck him?" He tried to surprise you with his choice of words.

But you didn't even look up from you food.

"No, I'm not interested in that. I only want him to feel safe and not terrified of you. Stop threatening him, or I will threathen you." You cold voice filled the room.

"You impress me every single time, baby. But I wanted you to come here to ask you if you are still satisfied with Young's abilities." He stated, talking about business now.

"Yes, don't worry, Taec." You assured him and gave him a simple smile.

He leaned back while letting out a comfortable moan.

"You are truly the only one that never disappointed me. You are so fierce. Why won't you be my actual girlfriend?" He suggested, convinced you would obey him perfectly.

"I don't think that's a good idea. You shouldn't get romantic feelings for me, Taecyeon. I'm the wrong person for that." You confessed truthfully.

"No, no. Don't think that. I just want to call you mine already. People keep asking me about it and I'm tired of liying. It's decided already, little one. As you said, I'm in control and today I'm not in the mood to compromise or tolerate another protest. Do I made myself clear?" He checked for your answer.

You gulped. Even if you had a chance against him in a physical way, you could never win completely, if he didn't want you to.

"Yes. But I'm not your girlfriend to satisfy any of your sexual needs. I'm here to work, that's all I want."

He smiled at you words. He would be surprised to hear you tell him the opposite. And he respected that. Even if he would gladly accept it if you would change your mind.

"That's all I want for now, too." He replied while wearing a mischievous grin on his lips.

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