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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 10 months

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Hi) I want to say that I do love your works and your depiction of Aemond and I wonder if you are planning to write something about Y/N giving massage to Aemond after an exhausting training? or on the contrary Aemond wishes to have his wife relaxed and then his actions lead to some more intimate consequenses you know what kind it is 🤭🤭

Hello there! I can see you have unfollowed me since making this request, but I have fulfilled anyway as I am nice like that. I hope you enjoy it, if not perhaps someone else might.

Warnings: Mild angst, smut. Word count: ~1.1k

“Be in my chambers when I return from the training yard this afternoon.”

It had been uttered between soft kisses and needy touches, as Prince Aemond had dragged her into an alcove as they’d crossed paths in a corridor of the Red Keep. She had giggled, excitement fluttering in her belly at the prospect of what they might get up to, and had since wished the hours away for this very moment. She had been Princess Helaena’s lady in waiting for a year and her younger brother’s best kept secret for less than half.

Every brush of his fingers against her skin left gooseflesh in its wake, every press of his lips against her own made her heart feel as though it skipped a beat. She had not known that the One Eyed Prince was capable of such softness, yet the adoration she saw reflected in his eye when he looked at her assuaged all doubts.

Yet there is none of that tenderness there when he finally does return. He regards her coldly as he enters the room, staring at her as she sits on the end of the bed, waiting for him as instructed.

“Get out.” He commands, turning from her to unfasten his tunic.

She flinches at the harshness of his words, he has never spoken to her with such hostility before. Brow pinched in concern, she rises from where she sits, reaching for him. “But you said-”

“-I said get out!” He repeats, louder this time.

She presses a hand to his shoulder and feels it sag beneath her touch. He is warm through his undershirt, shaking slightly, his breathing quick and shallow. “Were you bested in the training yard?” She asks quietly.

“No, I beat Cole.” He replies, his voice quiet and sullen, keeping his back to her.

“Then what happened?” She gently urges him to face her.

He sighs, bowing his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. “My nephews…they’ve returned to King’s Landing.”

She does not know the full extent of Aemond’s animosity towards the Velaryon boys, but knows that one of them is responsible for the loss of his eye. She cannot imagine how he must feel at having to face them after that. She decides against questioning it, wanting nothing more than to comfort him instead.

“What can I do to make it better?” She looks at him earnestly, gently brushing a stray hair from his face.

He shakes his head, nostrils flaring as he takes a deep breath. “There is nothing to be done. Just leave me. I need to bathe.”

“I can assist with that.” She tells him, a small smile upon her lips.

A heady aroma of blackcurrant seed oil fills the air as the bathtub steams around them both. The crackling from the fire in the hearth beside them is the only sound in the room, besides the delicate splash of water as she moves her hands through it.

She straddles Aemond’s lap as he reclines in the tub, the two of them submerged to their waists, as she uses the combination of warm liquid and scented bath oils to massage her hands across the pallid skin of his chest and shoulders. He is tense, the knots in his muscles unyielding beneath her touch as his one seeing eye stares blankly ahead.

Threading the wetness of her fingertips into the dampness of his long silver-white hair, she rubs circles against his scalp and his eye flutters closed appreciatively.

“I will always be a laughing stock to them.” He finally sighs. “The indignity of it. They are bastards!”

“You are not a laughing stock.” She reassures him, peppering his face with small kisses.

He turns his face away, mouth pressed into a hard line, a quiet “hmmm” rumbling from the depths of his throat, clearly disbelieving.

“I can see you need some convincing.” She murmurs, reaching between their bodies to grasp at his length, softly stroking him to life.

He sucks in a breath, screwing his eye shut, the plushness of his lips slightly parted as he allows her to rouse him to full hardness, thick and satisfyingly heavy against her palm.

She smiles wickedly, kneeling up to position him at her entrance before sinking down slowly. They groan in unison at the pleasant stretch as he fills her inch by languid inch.

“Who are you?” She whispers against the shell of his ear, once he is fully sheathed inside.

“What?” Comes his incredulous response, his hands gripping her hips as she begins to slowly roll them.

“You are a Targaryen Prince,” She answers for him, delighting in the exquisite push and pull of her body against his. “You are Aemond Targaryen.”

He lets out a shuddered breath, the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Who rides the largest dragon in the world?” She questions, a quiet moan escaping her as she increases her pace, the water in the bathtub threatening to overflow with the repeated undulation.

“I do.” He tenses beneath her, leaning forward to mouth hotly against her neck and collarbones, a hand leaving her hip to roll a pert nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

She gasps, the stimulation sending a jolt of arousal through her that causes her to clench around him. “Who bests the greatest knight in the realm on a regular basis in the training yard?” She asks, voice shaky.

“I do.” Aemond growls against her skin.

“Mmmm…” She sighs in satisfaction as slowly he begins to thrust up into her. “Who has me so desperate for them I can scarcely think of anything else?”

“I-I do.” He says with a groan.

“Yes, that’s right.” She agrees breathily. “So tell me who you are…”

Aemond plants his feet, water sloshing tempestuously onto the floor with the reckless abandon that he begins to fuck up into her with. “I am Aemond fucking Targaryen.” He all but snarls, his grip on her bruising as he begins to pulsate within her tight heat.

The feeling of Aemond’s peak triggers her own and she tenses and spasms around him, clinging tightly to him with a strangled cry as they both ride out their highs.

He pulls her to his chest, a large hand splayed out against her back as they lay there, allowing their breathing to slow.

“Thank you…” He whispers gratefully. “...for not leaving.”

She smiles. Even as the water cools rapidly around them, there is no place she’d rather be.

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doormatty3 · 3 months

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Ocean Eyes: Chapter 7 (Orm Marius x Reader)

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[Orm Marius x Female Reader] [Orm Marius x You]

The ocean has always fascinated you - the ebb and flow of its water, the marine life in the sea and the wild and untamed beauty it exudes. Your attempts to explain this fascination have always fallen short. But when you meet Orm at the seaside one rainy day you find, that he just understands. You offer to show him around since he is not from the city. And you are intrigued by his rather strange quirks and his regal demeanour. After all, how could you not? When his eyes mirror the ocean itself, deep and incredibly blue. OR: You impress Orm with the surface world and he impresses you with his Atlantean cock

Wordcount: 4125

A/N: I wrote this while at rehab…the majority here is around 30 years older than me (but they all actually walk better so that's sad) ANYWAY: Yeay, Atlantis. This chapter is mostly fluff again - but don't worry … there will be more smut

A few days later, you find yourself walking through your house, gathering your belongings in preparation for the journey ahead. The anticipation of the unknown stirs a blend of excitement and nervousness within you. As you move from room to room, folding clothes, securing personal items, and ensuring you have everything you might need, the realisation that you’re about to embark on a significant adventure settles in.

Orm, noticing your preparations, approaches with a warm smile. “Are you ready?” he asks, his eyes reflecting a shared eagerness for the journey ahead.

You meet his gaze, your own eyes alight with a mix of excitement and curiosity. “Yes, I’m ready. I can’t wait to see Atlantis,” you reply, the thrill of the unknown palpable in your voice.

Orm’s smile widens, and there’s a glint of enthusiasm in his eyes. “I’m excited for you to see it, to witness the beauty of my home. Atlantis is unlike anything on the surface, and I’m looking forward to sharing it with you.”

The prospect of exploring Atlantis, a mythical city hidden beneath the waves, adds an extra layer of anticipation to your excitement. The unknown wonders, the vibrant underwater world, and the unique culture of Orm’s homeland beckon, promising an experience beyond anything you’ve ever imagined.

“I’m really grateful for this opportunity, Orm,” you express, turning to him. “To see Atlantis and share this part of your life with me.”

Orm’s eyes hold a mixture of gratitude and affection. “It means a lot to me that you’re willing to explore this with me. Atlantis is more than just a city; it’s a part of who I am, and I want you to be a part of that, too.”

As the two of you stand in your living room, Orm reaches into a bag he had brought with him. From it, he produces a sleek and sophisticated device that looks like a piece of Atlantean technology.

“I thought you might need this,” Orm says, handing you the device. “We call it a ‘water suit’. It’ll allow you to breathe underwater and move freely.”

You take the water suit, examining the intricate design and advanced technology. It’s lightweight and streamlined, a testament to Atlantean craftsmanship. Gratitude fills your expression as you look up at Orm.

“Thank you,” you say, genuinely touched by his consideration. “This is incredible.”

Orm smiles, his eyes reflecting a genuine warmth. “It’s my pleasure. Atlantis is a place of wonders, and I want you to feel at home there. This water suit will ensure you can explore the depths with ease.”

With your belongings gathered, you and Orm make your way to the door, ready to step into the unknown together.

The two of you make your way to the beach where his Atlantean ship awaits. The sight of the vessel is nothing short of awe-inspiring, and you’re captivated by its appearance.

It resembles a magnificent fish, with two fins at the sides, each adorned with multiple blades and a sleek tail fin extending from the rear. The entire vessel is bathed in a stunning blend of bronze and gold hues, creating an otherworldly allure.

He gestures towards the Atlantean ship with a prideful smile, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of enthusiasm and fondness.

“This,” he begins, “is one of our high-speed Atlantean crafts. The design mimics the grace and speed of the ocean’s creatures.”

You marvel at the intricacies of the ship, its form unlike anything you’ve ever seen. The blades that make up the fins glint in the sunlight, creating an almost ethereal glow around the vessel. The dorsal fin, adorned with multiple blades, adds to the ship’s distinctive appearance.

You reach out to touch the smooth surface of it, marvelling at the craftsmanship. The blades that make up the fins feel cool to the touch, and the entire vessel seems to hum with a subtle energy.

“It’s beautiful,” you remark, your eyes still fixed on the Atlantean craft.

As you board the craft with Orm, he continues to share insights. “Atlantean technology combines functionality with artistry. The exterior is reinforced with materials unique to Atlantis, ensuring durability even in the depths of the ocean. And the interior is equipped with advanced systems for a comfortable and secure journey.”

Settling into the ship, you take in the surroundings. The interior seamlessly blends aesthetics with functionality. Intricate Atlantean symbols adorn the walls, casting an enchanting glow in the dim light. Orm, with a hint of amusement, points out various controls and panels, explaining their functions.

The hum of the engine fills the air as the craft comes to life.

Orm, seated beside you, his gaze lingering on your face. “It’ll take some time to reach Atlantis, but the journey is part of the experience. You’ll get to witness the beauty of the ocean depths as we travel,” he says, a genuine warmth in his voice.

The craft glides into the water with a seamless transition, and soon, you find yourself submerged beneath the waves.

The underwater world unfolds before your eyes, a mesmerising dance of marine life and vibrant coral reefs. As the ship propels forwards, you feel a sense of wonder and gratitude for the opportunity to explore this realm in a different way than before.

Orm, noticing the awe in your expression, smiles and squeezes your thigh softly. “Wait until you see Atlantis. It’s a sight like no other, and I’m thrilled to share it with you.”

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As the ship glides through the ocean depths, you gaze out of the transparent material that separates you from the incredible world outside. The water around the boat shimmers in a myriad of blues and greens, creating an ethereal dance of colours that captivates your marine biologist’s heart.

Orm, sitting beside you, points out various underwater wonders with evident pride. “Look there,” he says, his voice filled with admiration, “those are the illuminated gardens of the Brine Kingdom. Each glow is a different species of bioluminescent flora that thrives in the depths.”

You marvel at the ethereal beauty outside the ship’s transparent canopy. The gardens seem to dance with an otherworldly light, casting a magical glow that illuminates the surrounding waters. Schools of iridescent fish dart around, creating living tapestries of colour.

The ship continues its journey, and soon, the vast expanse of the sunken city comes into view - and it is a breathtaking spectacle of underwater grandeur.

The structures are built from living coral adorned with bioluminescent patterns that seem to pulse with the heartbeat of the ocean. The vibrant hues of coral create a mesmerising tapestry, and you can’t help but marvel at the harmonious blend of nature and Atlantean craftsmanship.

The city itself is a sprawling metropolis that seems to defy gravity, suspended in the water with otherworldly grace. Towers and spires extend into the ocean depths, their surfaces adorned with intricate carvings that tell the stories of generations past. The Atlantean architecture seamlessly integrates with the natural coral formations, creating a city that feels like an extension of the ocean itself.

As the ship glides closer to the heart of Atlantis, you catch glimpses of marine life that seem to coexist effortlessly with the Atlanteans. Schools of colourful fish swim alongside the ship, their scales glinting in the ambient light. Majestic seahorses and graceful dolphins playfully dart in and out of the city’s thoroughfares, adding to the enchanting spectacle.

The marine biologist in you is overwhelmed with awe at the diversity of aquatic life thriving in this underwater utopia. It’s a living, breathing ecosystem where Atlantean architecture seamlessly integrates with the natural environment, creating a balance that showcases the harmonious coexistence between the inhabitants and their surroundings.

Orm watches with pride as you take in the breathtaking scenery. His eyes reflect the wonder of someone who has seen this sight many times but still finds joy in sharing it with others.

When his eyes meet yours, he can see the awe and wonder in your expression, smiling at you.

“Welcome to Atlantis,” he says, his voice filled with a deep sense of belonging. “I hope you find its beauty as enchanting as I do.”

The ship descends further, and you’re surrounded by the bustling life of Atlantis. The Atlanteans, with their distinct features and iridescent attire, move with purpose through the city. The air is filled with a sense of energy and unity, and you can’t help but be moved by the sight of a society so deeply connected to the ocean.

Orm gestures towards the towering central spire, the heart of Atlantis. “That’s the Royal Palace, where the ruling council convenes. It houses the relics of our history and serves as a symbol of our unity.”

The ship passes through colossal gates adorned with Atlantean glyphs. The streets of Atlantis are bustling with activity, vibrant markets, and bustling thoroughfares filled with Atlanteans going about their daily lives.

You can’t help but be struck by the diversity of Atlantis. Different kingdoms, each with its own distinct architecture and culture, coexist harmoniously in this underwater metropolis.

The ship docks in a designated area, and you disembark with Orm into the heart of Atlantis. The city’s atmosphere is electric, a unique blend of tradition and innovation. As you walk through the bustling streets, the sights, sounds, and vibrant energy of Atlantis envelop you in a sensory symphony.

Orm, beside you, effortlessly navigates the water with a grace that captivates your attention. His every movement seems choreographed by the ocean’s currents, a dance between a skilled ruler and his boundless kingdom.

As you follow him through the underwater city, you can’t help but be mesmerised by the fluidity of his motions.

The play of light on his deep blue, tight, long-sleeved shirt with silver accents and tight blue pants accentuates the regal aura he exudes. The intricate patterns on his Atlantean attire shimmer like bioluminescent sea creatures, adding to the ethereal beauty of his presence.

Orm’s hair, once tousled by the surface winds, now flows in the water like strands of liquid silk. Each movement creates a delicate dance around him, responding to the gentle caress of the underwater currents. His eyes, a deeper shade of blue in this underwater realm, reflect the love he holds for his city and the sea.

This is who he is, where he belongs, and you find yourself in awe of him. He is already beautiful on land, but here, under the sea, he truly is a sight to behold.

Unable to resist, you reach out to touch the flowing strands of his hair. The tactile sensation is enchanting, the silkiness a testament to the purity of Atlantis’s waters. Orm turns to you, a smile playing on his lips.

His hand gently cups yours as he continues to lead the way through the underwater marvels of Atlantis. His eyes, filled with affection, convey a silent gratitude for your appreciation of his home.

As you and Orm enter the royal palace of Atlantis, the grandeur of the surroundings leaves you in awe. The intricate architecture, adorned with bioluminescent patterns, casts a mesmerising glow, creating an ambience of regality and history.

You gracefully traverse the intricacies of the ornate corridors within the royal palace, and Arthur emerges. His eyes light up with recognition upon catching sight of you, and a warm, welcoming smile graces his regal features.

“Hey there,” Arthur greets, his voice resonating with a friendly familiarity as he extends a hand in greeting, “It’s good to see you both.”

Orm responds with a nod, a tenderness evident in the way his gaze lingers on you.

“I was wondering when he’d bring you here,” Arthur teases, his tone light and playful. A subtle blush colours your cheeks as you steal a glance at Orm, who responds with an amused raise of his eyebrow.

Seizing the moment, Arthur takes the opportunity to playfully continue the banter. “Well then, let me show you around,” he suggests, gesturing for you to follow him through the resplendent corridors of the palace.

As Arthur becomes your guide, he weaves a narrative of the palace’s history, allowing the echoes of centuries past to reverberate through the grandeur of the architecture. The intricate blend of tradition and innovation in Atlantean design serves not only as a testament to their technological prowess but also as a vivid celebration of the profound connection the Atlantean people share with the ocean.

Arthur, with an air of casualness, drops a significant piece of information into the conversation.

“Our mother is also here today, brother,” he mentions, the casual tone belying the underlying significance. His eyes subtly shift toward you and Orm, leaving no doubt that her presence is connected to your arrival.

Orm has never talked much about his family, so you’re not sure what to make of this - if he even wants you to meet her.

Guided by Arthur you make your way to the throne room. The vast room is adorned with Atlantean glyphs and illuminated by the soft glow of bioluminescent crystals.

At the heart of the throne room, flanked by towering columns and shimmering tapestries, sits the imposing Atlantean throne. And there is a tall, imposing woman and you can only guess that this must be their mother.

Her gaze initially focused on the affairs of the kingdom, shifts to you and Orm. There’s a subtle warmth in her eyes as they meet yours, an unspoken acknowledgement of the significance of this meeting.

“Welcome to Atlantis,” she greets, her voice carrying a regal elegance that befits her status. “It’s a pleasure to have you here. I’m Atlanta.”

Atlanta’s graceful steps carry her towards Orm and you, the regal air surrounding her mirroring the commanding presence that Orm exudes.

The family resemblance between mother and son is undeniable, from the striking blue eyes to the light-hued hair, even if Atlanta’s is tinged with an almost ethereal shade of white.

She stops in front of Orm and wraps him in a tender embrace. Their deep connection is evident by the way they hold each other.

As they part from the embrace, there’s a brief exchange of glances, and you catch a flicker of pride in Atlanta’s eyes.

“Orm, my son,” Atlanta’s voice, regal and melodic, fills the space, “I am pleased to see you and to welcome you both to our home.”

Orm, still standing by your side, nods. “As am I, Mother. She is a significant part of my life.”

You feel a blush covering your cheeks at his words, and hearing him speak about you like that still catches you off guard.

Atlanta’s gaze shifts to you, and there’s a warmth in her eyes as she extends a welcoming nod and smiles, “I’m glad to finally meet you. I never thought my son would fall for a surface dweller.”

Part of you wants to tell her that your race doesn’t matter to either you or Orm, but you sense that she didn’t mean it in a bad way. The underlying meaning suggests that she is surprised that Orm finally made peace with the surface world.

So you offer a respectful nod and genuine smile in response, touched by the sincerity in Atlanta’s words.

Orm takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, a subtle but reassuring gesture.

Atlanta smiles, the wisdom of an ageless ruler gleaming in her eyes, “Explore Atlantis, embrace its mysteries, and may the ocean guide you both on this journey.”

As you and Orm step out of the regal embrace of the throne room, the vibrant energy of Atlantis surrounds you once again. The intricacies of the palace architecture, the bustling activity of Atlanteans, and the ambient hum of underwater life create a tapestry of wonder.

Orm leads the way through a series of underwater passages, each adorned with bioluminescent patterns that seem to respond to his presence. The ambient light dances on his features, casting a mesmerising glow as you traverse the magnificent halls.

“Orm, that was incredible,” you express in awe, glancing around at the ethereal beauty that engulfs you.

He smiles, his eyes reflecting the pride of introducing you to his world. “This is just the beginning. There’s a place I want to show you, a hidden sanctuary accessible only to a few. It’s an air bubble, a haven which only the higher-borns have access. I thought it might be a unique experience for you.”

Intrigued, you follow Orm as he guides you through a series of concealed passages. The architecture becomes more intricate, and the surroundings subtly shift, indicating the exclusivity of the upcoming destination.

Finally, you arrive at an enchanting grotto adorned with shimmering corals and vibrant sea anemones. At the centre of the grotto, a translucent bubble of air encapsulates a pocket of atmosphere. It’s a surreal sight - a haven within the depths of the ocean.

Orm approaches a concealed entrance within the coral, activating an ancient Atlantean mechanism. The bubble shimmers for a moment before gently expanding to reveal a serene air-filled chamber. It’s a marvel - an oasis where the laws of the ocean seem suspended.

“This is it,” Orm explains, gesturing for you to step inside. “Here, the air is purified, and you can breathe as you would on the surface.”

You step into the bubble, and the transition from the aquatic environment to the breathable haven is seamless. The quiet ambience of the grotto soothes your senses, and the clarity of the air is refreshing as you feel your hair and clothes dripping with water.

“I come here when I seek solitude and reflection,” Orm confesses, his eyes holding a depth of emotions. “I thought you might appreciate the chance to experience a different facet of Atlantis.”

You glance around, marvelling at the surreal beauty of the hidden sanctuary, and your gaze naturally drifts towards Orm. The subdued glow of the grotto accentuates the wet sheen of his hair and clothes, droplets of water glistening like liquid diamonds against his form.

There’s a captivating allure in the way his attire clings to him, highlighting the contours of his muscular frame. The sight is both intimate and mesmerising, a testament to the fluidity of the environment you find yourselves in.

Orm, seemingly aware of your contemplation, meets your gaze with an affectionate smile. His eyes, still reflecting the depths of the ocean, hold a warmth that transcends the cool embrace of the aquatic surroundings.

“Is it strange to see me in this state?” Orm inquires playfully, running a hand through his wet hair, the strands being parted by his thick finger, clinging to them for a short moment. The droplets on his skin catch the bioluminescent glow, creating a subtle dance of light and shadow.

You chuckle, appreciating the genuine moment. “Not at all. Just appreciating the view.”

Stepping closer, Orm reaches out to gently cup your face, his thumb brushing away a stray drop of water with a tender touch.

“You’re part of this world now,” Orm murmurs, his voice carrying a resonance that resonates with a profound connection. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

With the enchanting ambience of the air bubble surrounding you, Orm’s gaze deepens, and the affectionate smile transforms into a longing expression. His thumb continues to trace the contour of your face, a delicate touch that conveys a silent invitation.

In the quietude of this hidden sanctuary, Orm leans in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. The taste is a mingling of saltwater and something uniquely him. The kiss is both gentle and fervent, a reflection of the depth of emotions that have blossomed between you.

When the kiss finally breaks, Orm rests his forehead against yours, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. The underwater glow bathes you both in a soft, otherworldly light, creating a surreal backdrop for this moment of shared intimacy.

“Being with you here in Atlantis, it feels like a dream come true,” Orm admits, his voice a hushed murmur.

You smile, genuine and feel butterflies erupting in your stomach, “It does feel like a dream, Orm. A beautiful, surreal dream.”

With a gentle caress, Orm brushes his lips against yours once more.

As the kiss lingers, it deepens in intensity, a magnetic pull that draws you closer. Orm’s hands, now firmly cradling your face, guide the rhythm of the kiss.

Orm’s lips, once gentle, now press against yours with a hunger that mirrors the intensity of the emotions swirling between you.

His fingers weave through your hair, and the sensation is electric. His touch, both confident and tender, ignites a spark of desire that resonates deep inside you.

As the kiss deepens, it becomes a fusion of passion and vulnerability. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, fingers threading through his wet hair, pulling him closer.

The world outside the grotto fades away, leaving only the two of you locked in a tender exchange.

Orm’s kisses become a series of promises, a silent declaration of the emotions he holds for you.

You feel a surge of desire, an unspoken need to explore each other further. Your hands trace the lines of Orm’s torso, fingers dancing over the fabric of his shirt.

With a shared understanding, Orm breaks the kiss momentarily, allowing you to pull the wet fabric over his head. The underwater cave bathes him in a soft, bioluminescent glow, revealing the intricate play of light and shadow on his chiselled physique.

The gentle illumination accentuates the contours of his chest and the definition of his abdominal muscles. His bare upper body glistens in the soft glow of the surroundings.

Droplets of water cling to his skin, catching the ambient light like liquid diamonds. Before cascading down his chest, refracting the radiant hues of the grotto’s shimmering glow. The deep blue of his tight-fitting shirt is now replaced by the natural shades of his bare form, creating a mesmerising sight in the enchanted underwater sanctuary.

Orm’s eyes, dark and intense, lock onto yours as he allows you to explore, each touch tinged with the ethereal quality of the underwater world. The play of light on his damp skin heightens the intimacy, turning this moment into a dance of desire.

As you run your fingers along the expanse of his chest, you marvel at the strength and grace encapsulated in his physique. While it isn’t the first time you’ve touched him, it certainly feels different - more profound and more intimate.

Orm’s hands find their place on your waist before they move to explore the contours of your torso. The touch is delicate yet fervent, his fingers tracing a path along the curve of your spine.

With a tender gaze, Orm communicates his unspoken yearning, and in a fluid motion, he begins to lift your shirt. The fabric clings momentarily to your skin, accentuated by the water.

The grotto’s soft glow plays upon the exposed skin, illuminating the contours of your form. Orm’s eyes, filled with a potent combination of desire and admiration, linger on the canvas of your bare upper body.

Orm’s fingers explore the canvas of your bare skin with exquisite tenderness as his hands trace patterns along your torso.

His gaze, a reflection of unspoken emotions, holds yours with an unwavering intensity, and Orm’s lips find yours once again. The kiss, now more fervent, echoes with the rhythms of the underwater sanctuary.

As the kiss deepens, you lose yourself in the rhythmic dance of passion, and his fingertips leave a trail of warmth in their wake.

When Orm’s lips part from yours, the magnetic pull between you remains palpable, your breath coming out in short puffs. His eyes, now darkened with desire, hold an unspoken promise of more to come.

In the soft light of the grotto, Orm’s hands become an extension of his unspoken desires. Fingers, capable and dexterous, trace invisible patterns on your damp skin. The play of light on his skin highlights the intricate details - the veins beneath the surface, the subtle flex of tendons - that collectively paint a portrait of strength and sensuality.

As your eyes trace the lines of his bare upper body, a sense of awe washes over you. The underwater light casts an almost celestial aura around him, turning the cavern into a sacred space where the beauty of Atlantis is embodied in the form of Orm. The water, a conductor of both light and desire, magnifies the allure of the Atlantean prince.

In the embrace of the cave, the ethereal glow becomes a canvas, accentuating the allure of Orm’s bare upper body. It’s a sight to behold, a convergence of strength and vulnerability, as he stands before you - a living testament to the majesty of Atlantis and the depths of the connection you now share beneath the waves.

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yesloulou · 2 months

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Hi friend.

Actually just today, my friend and I was talking about Daniel after the race. He’s been watching F1 for way longer then me. I expressed my concern over the last two weeks even though this is only the beginning of the szn. He said and I summerised, currently DR can only be in midfield teams is cus while he dose have the skills, he’s too unserious for like SF or MER, but his unseriousness brings great publicity for midfield teams.

I think in some aspects this may be true. But It’s just, like, idk, thought of this hits me. I know this jester aura (?) often surrounded him and people saying it’s great for marketing and stuff, but isn’t that a bit unfair tho? Maybe DR is always DR, way before F1 he is DR, and now all of a sudden his a publicity stun.

(feel sad for millionaires)

Idk what will happen after this szn but I really hope he keeps racing.

You know when you look at someone and look at what they do, you just go like, yeah for sure that’s what they do? I look at Daniel and I have this feeling. He’s a racer, always have been and always will, maybe he’ll go to Indy or some other competitions if this doesn’t work out, but in heart he’s a racer, he belongs to the track and the speed.

That’s just how I feel, and don’t really know who I can say this to, so thank you for letting me vent.

Wish him all the best for home race.

this is so sweet (the way you worry for daniel's prospects) and '(feel sad for millionaires)' got me irl lol 😭 your friend sounds like he's watched f1 for a long time but i would disagree with his conclusion. i provide that:

allegedly ferrari decided to not go for daniel after seeing him dance with daniil kvyat in the pit lane to entertain fans during rain delay at usgp 2015. the situation first of all was fortunately and unfortunately more nuanced than daniel being "unserious". the ferrari at the time was also run by arrivabene during bernie ecclestone's f1 reign. the ferrari today, two team principles later and after liberty media's f1 takeover, has changed in many ways. for example, in 2022 they had charles and carlos do this tiktok trend which definitely, definitely flirted with "the boundaries" (whatever that means) way more. so no, even tho daniel doesn't drive for ferrari, i wouldn't say he is "too unserious" for them.

merc is considered a more "corporate" environment in f1, example is valtteri's change in public image after leaving mercedes. however given that at the end of 2022 toto went as far as literally wearing daniel's merch in an attempt to reserve him for mercedes, i'd say obviously they don't consider daniel "too unserious" either.

publicity in f1 just generally cannot be a bad thing. more people interested in watching a driver means more sponsors willing to pay $$$$ to put their names and logos onto their livery. and more $$$$ means better chances at making a faster car, which is a goal of every team's. one can argue that a successful and financially secure team like red bull or ferrari might not be attracted to the benefit of a driver's popularity as much. but again, sports rely on viewership to sell broadcasting rights and ad spots, and publicity just generally can't be a bad thing.

i know the first two races were not great but this season literally just started. nothing is real yet. and daniel at least ended this week on a positive note so even more reasons to look ahead. the thing about f1 is that there is one winner and nineteen others. so as long as you're watching you're basically guaranteed more bad days than good ones. we can't all be watching bc we all believe our blorbos will be wdc, right? we watch and hope that something good might just happen. like if you think about it even though daniel has been out here causing us stress all these years he still manages to pull off minor to major miracles every year or two. this hopefulness is very precious so i say we watch it for that.

anyways. i hope this made you feel better and more excited about the season ❤️❤️❤️

#season that we’re gonna watch together so worry not!!!!!#asks #*#daniel ricciardo #txt

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ddarker-dreams · 6 months

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"For every second I don’t exorcise these curses, ten of my bones will break, you think. Should I reach ten seconds, my heart will stop."

Ok but that scene THAT SPECIFIC SCENE oh gosh i was literally sweating buckets a 14 year old girl making a binding vow???? geez like i am so shock and out of words this has to be one of my favorite parts of the story (the 2nd one is the scene where geto's ear's were red when mc holds his hands JSJDUSHWBSB) like mc better be promoted as a grade 1 sorcerer atp like girlie did not just broke all of her bones just for her to be still a grade 3 sorcerer jdhdhsjs amazing chapter as always!!!! im so excited for chapter 2!!! oh and one last thing the end part of the story tho 👀👀 the ring, mc staying at school to look after yuuta... and we all know a certain someone will appear i wonder how will it go? 👀👀 anyways once again love the chapter!!

the CPS need to get on jujutsu tech for real... the kids are not okay!!!!!!

an aspect of the story i'm looking forward to is MC's reflection on her high school years as an adult. at the time, she felt mature for her age since she was given such monumental tasks. it isn't until later on when she has more life experience that she goes uhhhhhhhhh that was kinda bad, wasn't it?? it just seemed so normal for the longest time.

this epiphany causes some tension with gojo's dream of helping the next generation become strong sorcerers. because inevitably, this means placing high schoolers in high stress scenarios where they may or may not even survive. these concerns skyrocket when megumi's about to enter jujutsu tech as a first year. especially since gojo's brilliant opposing argument is essentially:

gojo: well, we turned out alright, didn't we? :)

MC, recalling haibara yu's death, shoko's frequent smoking to get through long hours of work, suguru becoming a literal cult leader, ijichi's premature aging, how she and gojo helped bring up two orphans despite basically being kids themselves: did we though?????????

his 'consolation' doesn't help much.

since this isn't really a spoiler, i'll go ahead and share that MC becomes a grade 2 sorcerer as a second-year and grade 1 in her early twenties. and no, gojo wasn't who recommended her for grade 1 😭 he didn't like the thought of MC taking on more dangerous missions.

MC's wedding ring aaa 😌 i wish i was better at drawing jewelry because i have a specific idea for its appearance. megumi was in denial the first time he noticed it on her finger. he sat her down and tried convincing her to 'seriously reconsider' her future prospects.

#sweet asks #golden girl #answered #Anonymous

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singswan-springswan · 2 months

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OK OK BUT WHAT IF MERMAN TIM GETS TO MEET THE LAND PEOPLE FOR THE FIRST TIME. maybe it's dark out and he just tries to hide his tail

Tim may have... miscalculated. Slightly. He didn't mean to spend so much time here on the beach, but there was a burrowing crab that caught his attention by the dunes, and he lost track of time watching it. Spunky little guy. It carved out a hole for itself armful by armful. The movements it made were meticulous: almost uptight, if Tim dared to personify such a creature, and the simple act was amusing enough to hold his focus for the better part of an hour. Anyway, he'd crept up on it when the tide was still high, and he'd curled up in the sand to watch it work, and now the tide is no longer high. And the surf is a long way's away.

Tim did not think this through. By the look of it, the water is still receding, which means he's got a minimum of five hours before it comes back. This wouldn't ordinarily be a problem, of course. There's no one to see him make a fool of himself shuffling down the sand, so he wouldn't be too embarrassed to do it now.

Unfortunately, however, it isn't just sand between him and the waves. This stretch of the beach is littered with rocks and large boulders. Navigating is tricky enough when he has water to swim through, and Tim is not designed for mobility on land. The dark won't help either, even with his night vision. He'll probably get hurt if he tries to cross now. The rocks aren't too sharp---wave-worn as they are---but they are rough, and Tim's fins are delicate. Tearing them is likely to happen up here with his deadweight tail. That's never a fun prospect. Torn fins hurt like heck.

Alternatively, he could try to go around the large swath of rocks. He's not too far from the nice beach that one human family uses frequently; all he has to do is stick to the finer sand until the rocks are clear. It won't be pleasant, to say the least. That much crawling and flopping around will still give him abrasions, especially as he dries out. He wishes not for the first time that he had legs.

His options aren't great though. It's either risk it on the rocks, take the long way around, or stay put and chance drying out while waiting for the tide. None of that sounds appealing. Tim can practically hear his mother's disappointed voice.

Honestly Timothy, your inattentiveness is pathetic.

She liked to say he'd be murdered by humans. Directly, inadvertently, it didn't matter. There are plenty of ways he could end up dead thanks to them, and apparently every fault of his is in correlation.

Tim has his own opinions about the destructive nature of humanity. He doesn't get many chances to debate it with his parents. But then again, his exposure to the human world is limited. And skewed.

One thing he knows about humans, though, is their general tendency to be diurnal. He shouldn't encounter any now well after sundown, so his chances of being killed by one have dropped by a margin. Good thing. Tim will need plenty of time if he's going to crawl all the way around these rocks to get back to the water. By his reasoning, that's the best course of action. At least it'll give him something to do. And there's no permanent bodily harm involved. He will feel it for days afterwards. Oh well. This is the price he'll have to pay for getting stuck on land.

Begrudgingly, Tim uncurls his tail and flops onto his ventral side. This is going to be such a pain. His tail is practically useless in the sand; at least against the stone, he'd have a bit more purchase. Still, he clenches his jaw and resigns himself to the arduous task ahead. This is going to suck. His only motivation remains the threat against his fins, and the thought of drying out before the tide comes back.

Tim's never dried out before. It's a whispered horror among other mer. Supposedly, that's the worst way to die: suffocating, overheating slowly over the span of hours. Tim doesn't intend to experience that, if he can help it. He rather likes being able to breathe. So he kicks against the sand and drags his stupid deadweight forward by the armful.

There's sand in his mouth by the time he's moved a meter. He can feel it grinding between his teeth, scraping under his tongue. He'd spit if he didn't think it'd waste moisture. Stupid tide. Stupid rocks. Tim can't help grumbling as he moves. He's slow. He's trying to work into a slithering rhythm, but his fins are too floppy for it to really happen. It's a grueling process. His time-to-distance ratio is discouraging. Tim attempts to comfort himself with the knowledge that dragging his body over rocks would definitely inflict lacerations, despite being slightly faster. He is not overly comforted.

After what feels like maybe an hour, Tim is ready to maim something. He's tired, and frustrated with his progress, and his fangs are aching from all the tension in his jaw. The clear stretch of sand still seems so far away. Tim gives it a longing look and sighs hard. Honestly, if he had legs, he could probably cross the distance in minutes. Humans are so lucky.

He bites down a petulant noise and decides to cop a quick break. There's no sense scrambling until he can't feel his arms. He still has time. The longest he's stayed out of the water without losing consciousness is around... four hours, and he's only used about two of those so far. He has time to catch his breath. The air drags against his gills uncomfortably.

He slides sideways to the nearest boulder in the sand. It's large enough to block him from the breeze, and the low sprawl of its base makes for a decent structure to rest upon. Tim curls against it in a huff. He's so stupid for getting stuck out here. He really should have paid more attention. He's tired, and it's dark, and he'd rather be cold and lonely at home than a-little-too-warm and dry and lonely stranded on the beach. His parents were right. He is pathetic.

Tim did not mean to close his eyes.

Tim definitely did not mean to snooze on a rock on the beach where he is in danger of drying out. He should have seen it coming, after getting awful awful sleep for the past week, and having a tiring day along the coast and all. He shouldn't have lowered his guard. It's really dangerous to lower your guard on land. Even at night.

It's the sound of voices that startles Tim from his light doze. At first, he's mostly surprised he conked out at all: jerking his head up and banging it on stone, hissing furiously. Then he registers what woke him to begin with, and his blood runs cold.

Mer don't do land. Other mer are too afraid of humans and drying out to ever risk setting fin out of the water, so those can't be the voices of mer that he hears. As they get closer, Tim can distinguish words. That's definitely human language. He is definitely very screwed.

Tim hastily catalogues his options. The water is still too far away to reach, and there's a considerable stretch of dangerous rocks between him and it. Despite the abundance of boulders, the range of hiding places leaves much to be desired. So Tim can't flee. And Tim can't exactly hide. He probably can't fight the humans off either: not on land; he's not big enough or strong enough, and he has almost no maneuverability up here.

It seems like his only choice is to bluff his butt off. Maybe they'll freak out at the sight of him and run, and it'll give him a chance to cross the rocks. It'll hurt, but that's the fastest way to the water, and Tim would rather take his chances with torn fins than humans. There's no telling what they'd do if they got their hands on him. He's heard all the horror stories.

The voices grow louder as Tim hunkers down in place. They'll pass right by him at this rate, and they'll definitely see him then. He has to be intimidating. He has to scare them. Piece of cake, right?

"I'm going to trip and die and it'll be your fault. I hope you know that."

They're very close now. Tim coils up. He can recognize their voices. Which. Is really saying something. Because Tim doesn't spend a ton of time around humans in general, but he does know a select few very personally. Sort of. It's kind of a one-way relationship.

"Oh, stop being dramatic."

"I'm not being dramatic, dickhead. I can't see where the fuck I'm going! You know this part of the beach has tons of rocks, right? You know I could impale myself, right? Do you even care? I bet you don't. Let me use my flashlight."

"That detracts from the experience!"

"Exactly! Dying is not something I want to experience!"

Tim's plan was to jump scare them when they got close enough. This was another grand miscalculation. The breeze makes it difficult to pinpoint their exact location by sound alone, so the two humans end up passing much closer to Tim than he anticipated, and he totally botches his plan in a fit of surprise.

They're right there, right next to his rock. Right there. If he reached out, he could touch that one's ankle. He very much does not do that. Instead (because Tim is full of grace), he chirps out a startled noise and lurches backwards, tumbling over his awkward limbs and sprawling in the sand. He has been shot through with adrenaline.

Someone swears as Tim scrambles to right himself. He lost the element of surprise. He definitely has their attention now.

"What is that---HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT IS THAT?"

"USE YOUR FLASHLIGHT!"

"FUCK YOU! YOU TOLD ME NOT TO!"

"DAMMIT JAY USE YOUR FUCKING FLASHLIGHT!"

The enthusiastic clamor has not soothed Tim's nerves at all. Now, he is very wired. Apprehension is crawling up his throat like a bad case of stomach bug. Just when he manages to straighten his stupid tail out, he's thoroughly blinded to the tune of further swearing.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?"

His shock and fear crash together. He chirps again before he can think to stop himself. He can't see, and he can't go anywhere, and there are two humans freaking out over the fact that he shouldn't exist. It's frightening. Tim would rather not admit as much, but he doesn't have a great deal of bearing on the situation, and he knows these two humans. They could easily overpower him if they wanted to. They don't seem to be relaxed around him as it is.

"Dick, you idiot, what are you doing?"

Through the glare, Tim can see the shadows shift into a silhouette. Getting closer, inch by inch. Terror spikes up his spine. Instinctively, he pushes back, shoving at the sand and flaring his fins in a poor attempt to hide the fact that he's cowering. Like a pup. He flares his fins and hisses. A reprise of the plan he made in his head. Sorta. He'd hyped himself up to be scarier.

"Oh shit!" The silhouette leaps away.

"What the fuck did you think was going to happen?"

"That's a fish person."

Tim hisses again, louder and angrier and curls up tighter. They're obviously spooked, so why won't they just leave? Everyone leaves except the people Tim wants to. He's no match for these humans. If they want to hurt him, they totally can and he'll be powerless to stop them.

"Yeah no shit---"

"Fish people aren't real!"

"Well obviously that's not true! Because I'm staring right at one and it's too ugly to be fake. What the hell is it on land fo---hey! Dick! Dumbass what are you doing?"

The silhouette begins to approach again, moving with newfound confidence, and Tim is running out of room to back away to. His tail smacks into the next rock in his attempt to retreat. No. This is bad. This is really bad. The human is closing in, and the glare of the light over his shoulder gives way enough for bare features to be visible. Warm skin, dark hair, wide, curious eyes. An inquisitive hand reaching out.

Tim doesn't make the conscious decision to snap at the human; it's an act fueled by fear and instinct alone, accompanied by a strained growl. Luckily, the human's reflexes are quick enough to avoid Tim's fangs. But he doesn't back off.

Tim can't help it. His bravado dissolves into a high, pitching trill. It's a sound meant to summon his pod, but it's a pup noise and Tim is not a pup, and there's no one nearby to answer him anyway. The thought scares him. He tries to shrink even further---maybe he can switch tactics. Maybe if they think he's nothing special, they'll get bored and wander away.

Oh, who is he kidding?

"Jason, turn the light off. You're scaring him."

"Geez, make up your mind!"

"It's just a kid!" The closer human snaps. "Look, he's practically shaking!"

"Didn't know fairytales had feelings." Jason grumbles, but then the glaring light clicks out, and Tim's eyeballs aren't under assault anymore.

His throat feels dry. His whole body feels dry. His eyes are warm. He's too exhausted to keep another depressing trill from slipping out.

"What's it doing up here? Aren't they supposed to live in the water?"

"Oh what are you, a cryptid expert now?"

"I read the little mermaid." Jason rejoins pettily.

"Maybe he's hurt."

Tim's vision starts to come back a tiny bit. He can see one human crouched right in front of him. The other is standing just behind his shoulder, and he looms over them both in a manner that makes Tim wish he'd chosen ripped fins and the short way to the water.

"Why don't you ask him, Dickface?"

What?

The intense gaze of the older human settles on Tim, though Tim is surprised to find it softened a bit and lacking any hostility.

"Hey kiddo, can you understand us?"

What's the point in asking? If they wanted to hurt him, they could just hurt him. It wouldn't matter whether he spoke their language or not, right? It shouldn't. It doesn't make sense for them to ask.

Tim is so caught off-guard by the directness that he fumbles through an answer before he can talk himself out of it. A nod first. Then he remembers how bad human vision is at night, and chirps out a small "Yeah."

"Oh shit, he can talk? You can talk?"

Tim's not sure how much farther he can shrink. "...yeah."

"Wow, okay."

"Are you hurt?"

Why would they want to know? Why do they care? it doesn't make sense. People don't just care for no reason.

"N-no but I---"

"Where are your parents?" Jason interjects. Tim can't tell, but it looks like the tall human is scowling.

It'd be a smart idea to lie. Right? If they did want to hurt Tim, he could fabricate some story about his strong intimidating parents coming to his rescue, and maybe the humans would let him go. The truth might have the opposite effect. But Tim is too tired to make a convincing lie; he knows that much.

"Traveling." He says. "They said I'm old enough to take care of mys---eep!"

Suddenly, Tim is very very far from the ground and chirping all of his distress about it. There are arms around him. He's being carried. He's moving so fast, the ground is speeding away under his tail at a dizzying pace.

"Like I needed an excuse." Jason grumbles, and the sound vibrates straight through Tim's shoulders.

"What?"

The shadow flickering in his peripheral is very energetic and sounds like the older human. "I'm Dick." He chirps back, somehow keeping pace with Jason, who must be moving at the speed of light. "Don't worry, your adoption isn't official until Bruce meets you."

"Ado---what? Wait, this is kidnapping!" Tim does his best to physically protest, but in the end he's glad Jason doesn't drop him. That's a long way to fall and Tim's fins might not survive the distance. "I have parents! Let me go!"

"Your parents let you get stranded on the beach in the middle of the night?"

No, no that's Tim's fault, not theirs! He should have been more careful. He shouldn't be on land in the first place. "It's not their fault. I was being stupid! I---"

"Are your scales supposed to be this dry?"

Tim cows at the question. They wouldn't be. If he'd stayed in the water like a smart little mer. He's old enough to know better. To do better. It's what's expected of him.

"No." His voice sounds small.

Jason snorts. "Wow. Dad's going to love you."

"We have a really big pool in our house!" Dick offers cheerily. "Saltwater, of course. It's got tons of realistic decorations you'll probably appreciate. And Alfred makes the best snacks---when we get home we can probably bother him for some. What's your name, by the way?"

They've reached the smooth stretch of sand. Behind the humans, Tim can see the rocks growing smaller and smaller as they fade from view. He still can't find a reason to lie.

"My name's Tim."

#This is way longer than I wanted it to be *weeps*#thanks for the ask!#merman tim drake #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #tw swearing #batfam #batbros #batfam mermaid au #ask answered #my writing

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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– the green moon.

a/n: hi there everyone! I'm so excited to bring y'all our collab with @oh-its-calentine, since we've both been into the mandalorian we decided to think of a fic idea where they could make the art and I could write the story and voila this was the outcome! hopefully you'll all enjoy xx and yes the scenery is heavily inspired by prospect

pairing: din djarin x fem!reader

genre: little hurt a lot of comfort, smut, minors dni, fluff

word count: 3.7k

summary: it's been a month since grogu left with the jedi and you hate to see din so heart broken. What better distraction than to explore a foreign planet? in your desperate attempt to make him feel better, everything goes wrong.

warnings: established relationship, spoilers for season 2 finale, blindfold, scent of an unknown plant making reader a bit tipsy, fingering, piv, soft!din, the use of good girl, mild dirty talking, cumming on body, lots of praise from din, edging

Perspiration lays thick against your skin, the heat claws its way through your clothes, steadily burning your skin with your every step. Din followed right at your tail, unbothered by the heat and the humidity. Sometimes you thought he had air conditioning under his sparkling beskar. A broken sight fell from your lips. Looking ahead all you could see was green. The planet seemed to be covered with trees that reached out all the way to the sky. Trunks covered with wet green moss, unidentified flowers and wildlife spurting out of every corner. It’s clear to you that this was a planet filled with water, even if neither of you have come across it yet. The sky is bright blue, the usual star filled scenery you’ve grown accustomed to long gone.

Usually neither you or Din are ones to go exploring new planets, the two of you are constantly on the run, either from Gideon or bounty hunters that used to follow you thanks to Grogu. You bite the inside of your cheek, heart clenching uncomfortably within your chest. You miss the little trouble maker. Which was the main reason you and Din are on this hike anyway. It’s been almost a month since Grogu left with the Jedi, leaving a green imp shaped hole both in yours and Din’s chest. But even if you were hurting as well, you can’t deny the fact that Din has been suffering. He became quiet, only talking when you forced it out of him. Which is why you begged him to go on a hike with you– But now you’re having doubts on whether or not this was a good idea.

Branches crack under your heavy boots while you look ahead. Beads of sweat forms on your forehead start to slide down the frame of your face, it drips down your chin, wetting the already humid soil. You feel lightheaded. Steps staggering as you swayed a little, you try to remember the last time you drank water, you faintly remember having a sip back at the ship.

The corners of your eyes begin to black out and before you can call out to Din, you feel him by your side, strong arm covered in beskar wrapping around your waist and holding you up.

“We should find a place to rest,” you hear him say in his usual modulated voice. “Can you continue to walk or do you want me to carry you?”

You fluster at his words, tongue suddenly too big in your mouth as you stare at him with wide eyes. The sun shines brightly against his helmet, the reflected light blinding you momentarily. He tilts his head, observing you. There was always something so unnerving about being scanned by a man in a helmet.

“I’m fine,” your heart suddenly falters, beating two times too fast and stopping. Clutching your chest you stumble forward, head falling against Din’s shoulder. He holds you tight, beskar cool against your skin. “I’m fine,”

You’re unaware of your slurred words and you start to giggle. Your head spins, feet too heavy to move. Din huffs. Slightly bending his knees, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. The way his shoulder digs into your stomach makes you want to puke. You try not to focus too much on it, giggling as his finger digs into your thighs.

“I said I was fiiine– Let me do–” you cut yourself off with an unexpected hiccup. Another giggle trembles within your chest.

“I think something here is making you act like you’re drunk,” Din replies, his words clear so you can understand. “Just stay calm and I’ll find us a place to rest,”

You stick your bottom lip out, annoyed as he starts to walk. You desperately try to peel away from him but you can’t, arms and legs dangling lifelessly. Din’s pace quickens, desperately searching for a place to seek refuge in. Your eyes fill with incoming tears. The last thing you wanted was to make him worry. It’s been a hard month, the loss of Grogu being one of the unexpected blows the two of you received. A sniffle echoes from your nose, Din suddenly stops.

“Are you crying?”

“No,”

Your voice cracks.

“Just…Just hang on I think I see somewhere,”

The farther you get the better you feel. Your stomach finally settles down, your head clearing up a bit and before you know it Din is placing you on the ground. A shiver crawls up your spine as the wet dirt seeps through your pants, Din drops his bag and starts to rummage through it. His movements are hectic, the type of panic you’re not used to seeing on the mandalorian. Letting out a stuttered breath you look ahead, your eyes widen–

The sight before you is absolutely mesmerizing. Half of a large planet covering the horizon as a sea of bare crust extends as far as you can see, it reminds you of dried out lakes, seas and other water sources you’ve come across before. A cloud of dust refusing to settle acting as a fog over the land. During the events of your scattered mind, the blue of the sky had faded, the colors shifting between a faded orange and brown, bright stars winking down at you both. Lips parted, your heart thuds in your chest. You aren’t sure if you’re dreaming or not. In order to get a better view you attempt to crawl forward, you gasp when Din suddenly appears in front of you.

“Are you feeling better?” he asks, then he extends you a drink. “Here, take this,”

You look down at the steel cup he had forced into your hand, it smells absolutely horrid. Wrinkling your nose, you pull back.

Din’s soft chuckle follows your disgust.

“I know it smells bad but it’ll make you feel better,”

A whine parts from your lips, you shake your head and look up to him.

“Do I have to?”

Din sighs and crawls next to you, he takes the cup away from your hands. For a moment you think you’re saved from the rancid drink.

“How about this, I drink half of it and you drink the rest?”

Dank Farrik.

“Fine,” you roll your eyes. “You go first,”

Another modulated chuckle and he’s shaking his head. Then he turns to you, the full sight of his mask sending a shiver down your spine.

“You know the rules, close your eyes,”

“Alright, alright…You’re no fun,”

You press the heels of your palms into your eyes and listen to the faint hiss of his helmet being released. Curiosity claws at your heart, a nagging feeling telling you to just take a little peak. A knot forms in your throat and you swallow around it. You hear the way he gulps the drink, it’s followed by the familiar sound of his helmet being lowered and soon you feel the coolness of metal against your upper arm.

“Your turn, you can open your eyes now,”

You do as he says, a mild disappointment settling in your gut as you see your reflection in his helmet. Begrudgingly you take the cup and down the rest of it. It burns your throat as it goes down, your stomach clenching in protest. When you are done, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and set the cup to the side.

“That was vile,”

“As true as that might be, the important thing is that are you feeling any better?”

You still for a moment, brows knitted while you observe your own body. You definitely didn’t want to throw up anymore and the fog in your head had dissipated.

“Yup, sure do,” you raise an eyebrow. “What happened back there?”

“I think one of the flowers might’ve been the cause of it. The downside of exploring,”

“Maybe we should get me one of those helmets too,”

A heartfelt laugh echoes and you flinch, heart skipping a beat as you observe the way his body shakes. It’s contagious, a smile spreading across your countenance. It’s been a while since you’ve heard him laugh like that.

“You wouldn’t even last a day in beskar,” his laughter dies down into a chuckle. “We could get you a mask though, we have plenty on the ship, I’m not sure why we didn’t pack a couple,”

“We’ve both been a little dazed since…well, you know,”

“Since what?”

“Since Grogu left,”

The tension grows between the two of you, thicker than the fog of dust moving along the dried land ahead. You swallow, lips incredibly dry, the silence follows and it makes you fidget in your place. Din’s completely still, helmet facing ahead while you wait for an answer. You wonder what expression he’s making, if he’s serious, sad or angry. You can’t tell when he’s silent and motionless; You can’t hear his tone, observe his movements, nothing. The worst part about this is that he’s doing it on purpose, he doesn’t want you to know what he’s feeling or thinking. He wants to leave you in complete darkness, you can feel it well, the shadow of it sucking you in like a black hole.

Finally he speaks.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been distant,” you can barely hear him but you’re relieved to hear his voice. “I just wasn’t expecting it to affect me this much– I didn’t want to worry you, didn’t want to make you feel worse about it,”

Your heart shatters into a million pieces, the knot in your throat bigger than ever. You knew he was hurting, you just didn’t know how much. Shaking your head a silent curse makes its way through your lips, you keep forgetting how lonely Din was before you and Grogu. Sharing, caring, keeping loved ones close…this was all new territory for him. Of course he had the creed, but the thing he suffered from was emotional loneliness and that was a hard habit to let go of. He was used to taking care of himself, being by himself. His first instinct was to deal with it on his own so he could take care of you later.

Reaching out you quickly grab his hand, fingers curling around leather. You can hear his heavy breathing. You can sense he’s trying to pull back into his shell. But the thing is…you aren’t going to let him. He’s not alone anymore.

“Din you should know that you can always open up to me,” you speak confidently, assuring him that whatever came out of your lips was the truth. “Your silence worries me more if I’m being honest. Why do you think I asked for this trip? I thought it would make you feel better,”

He doesn’t reply but he does turn to look at you.

“Your bond with Grogu was a special one and I’m sure that we’ll see him again. It’s normal for you to feel like this, you don’t need to deal with everything on your own anymore. I’m always going to be here to listen,”

As if to seal a deal, you lean in and plant a kiss upon the corner of his helmet. The beskar cool against your burning lips. When you begin to pull away, you feel his fingers curling around the nape of your neck. He presses his forehead against yours, chest heaving as you blink with surprise.

“Thank you,” he says, voice strained. “I’ll keep that in mind,”

A chuckle escapes your lips, “You better,”

The two continue to stay like that, breathing, reveling in the presence of the other. His hands come down to your arms, stroking and kneading the muscles tenderly. Meanwhile, the colors in the sky had drained away, leaving only darkness as the stars became brighter, the planet still laid in the horizon, now a beautiful orange. You can hear the melody of the planet, leaves rustling and crickets chirping. The world is singing for the both of you, urging you to let go, urging you to become closer.

With a smile spread across your lips, you pull away and stand up, extending your hand towards Din. By the tilt of his head you understand that he's confused but he follows you anyway, laying his gloved hand against your open palm. You place his hand on your hip and hold the other one.

“What are we doing?” he asks with his modulated voice.

“Don’t you hear it?” you say, stepping closer until your chests are flushed against one another. “The planet, it sings for us Din,”

He stares at you for a while, you guess that he’s either listening for the melody or observing you. Finally a sigh echoes from his helmet and his shoulders slouch with defeat.

“So what do we do now?”

Your smile shifts into a grin, slowly, you begin to move your feet. He follows, mimicking your steps as you sway your hips. The planet sounds louder now. Din’s fingers dig into your hip, his steps uncoordinated. You giggle, lifting both of your hands, your attempt a turn. For a moment the hand on your hip disappears, leaving you cold and lost but as soon as you feel it again your stomach swarms with butterflies. The two of you continue to sway, hips beginning to playfully brush against one another as Din’s hand snakes around your waist, palm resting against the curve of your ass.

He slows down the dance, helmet once again pressing against your forehead. The visor fogs thanks to your heavy breath.

“I want you,” he says, hand sliding lower and cupping the tender mound. “Can we?”

“We can do whatever you want,” your breath hitches. “I just want to make you feel better,”

“You already have,”

Before you can retaliate you find yourself on the ground. You hate the way the moist earth feels against your back but you love the way Din feels on top. His armor and helmet intimidating as he looks down at you. Lifting yourself slightly off of the ground, you plant a kiss against his helmet, the outline of your lips forming against the beskar. You feel him shiver.

“I brought something,” he says, suddenly pulling back.

You watch curiously as he rummages through the bag and takes his rightful place between your legs once more. Your lips part with a gasp when you notice he’s holding a red blindfold. With a smile, you fully lift yourself up and rest on your hands. Din softly ties it around your eyes, the cloth soft against your skin. When he’s certain the knot is nice and tight, he pulls off his helmet and places it to the side.

You melt when you feel his lips on your forehead.

Immediately your legs tremble, arms almost giving out as you feel the stubble of his facial hair. He decorates your skin with felting kisses, ending the assault on your lips. You take in a sharp breath, eyes closed under the blindfold as you surrender to him completely. His mouth moving gently, tongue swiping against your bottom lip while he tilts his head. Eager, you part your lips. Din doesn’t hesitate. He slides his tongue between your lips and licks the inside of your mouth, a growl rumbling within his chest. You can feel your pussy clenching around nothing, slick wetting your underwear.

He lays you back on the ground, hands sliding down the frame of your body and cupping your breasts. Your back arches at the touch, your lips parting away from him with a gasp. Every movement he does is a surprise. The feelings exhilarate you. Din nibbles your chin, teeth scraping at your skin delicately. His one hand continues to knead your breast while the other continues on with its journey, it stops on your drooling cunt, thumb softly pressing against your clothed clit.

“Din,” you moan, hips shooting up. “P-Please, I need you– Need you now,”

He chuckles, his warm breath fanning your skin.

“I don’t think you’re quite ready to take me in yet, let me ease you up a bit,”

A wanton moan rips from your throat, his words alone enough to make you cum. Your mouth waters at the thought of his cock not being able to fit, your body begins to shiver, legs trembling. You can hear the smile in his voice, fingers now rubbing between your clothed folds. You just want him to rip everything off of you and fuck you.

“Look at you, so worked up already. Too bad you’re going to have to wait a bit– Remember bad girls don’t get their treats now, do they?”

“N-No,”

“Good girl,”

Din undresses you slowly. Kissing every patch of exposed skin before stripping another piece of clothing. The way his lips feel against your skin makes you feral. Everytime you feel the pressure of his mouth a whine falls from your already parted lips. The more naked you get, the more intense the kissing becomes. He leaves wet, open mouthed kisses as he maps out your body, tongue trailing against your damp skin. Your breathing heavily, chest rising up and down in a drastic manner. His fingers continue to slide between your clothed folds, the heel of his palm pressing brushing against your clit from time to time.

Tears begin to prick the corner of your eyes, wetting the blindfold. Your body feels as if it’s on fire. Another whimper echoes from your mouth, this time he takes notice of it.

“Soon, you’re doing so well for me, just a little bit more alright?”

You slowly nod, the corner of your lips trembling. He leans forward, swallowing your cries with a hungry kiss. Your eyes roll back when he finally, finally, slides your underwear to the side and actually touches you.

You break the kiss, too overwhelmed by his touch.

“Yes, Din– Din– Please don’t stop,”

He mouths the underside of your jaw, teeth nipping at the skin.

“You’re doing so good– So good for me– You ready to take my fingers?”

“Yes,”

The world stops when he slides in a finger, your cunt hungrily clamps around the digit, squeezing him hard enough so that he’ll never leave. Without even thinking you start to roll your hips, slick dripping down his wrist as you moan out his name again and again. Soon he slides in a second finger, then a third, pumping in and out while you lose the last of your sanity. Heat pools between your legs but it’s not enough. You need something more. Something thicker. You sob, tears getting caught by the blindfold. He shushes you, lips moving over yours.

He kisses you slow and soft as the blunt tip of his cock replaces his fingers. He slides his length between your folds, getting it nice and wet. You moan into his mouth, nostrils flaring as you finally feel the brilliant stretch of his dick.

Din fills you up inch by inch, your pussy rejoices at the feeling, the mild pain mixing with the pleasure. When he’s fully sheathed he stops, groaning at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, tongue tasting your skin drenched with perspiration. Din languidly rolls his hips, your mouth hands open, heat blossoming across your skin and pooling between your legs. He begins to move faster. Pulling all the way back he snaps his hips forward, he repeats the movement, again and again and again.

The wet dirt chaves your skin, legs coated with a thin layer of sweat. Din parts your legs wider, lifting your thighs over his broad shoulders as he fucks every little thought you have out of your mind. You don’t even remember why the two of you were here. The lewd noises of skin slapping against skin joins the melody of the planet, the sound of your bodies forming a new composition. Your moans join the sound, your legs trembling over his shoulders. Din grunts, nails digging into your skin as he moves faster. His one hand slides down to your clit, thumb rubbing over it frantically. A scream rips from your throat, the heat builds and builds, it builds until your mind is completely scattered–

It takes only one more thrust and you’re coming undone around his cock. Cunt gushing slick drips down the curve of your ass and adds to the wetness of the soil. Your orgasm electrifies your body, every nerve you have screaming with pleasure. Din doesn’t slow down. His movements become sloppy and hungry as he chases his own orgasm, his thrusts send waves of pleasure over your body. It becomes too much too soon. You cry out, another orgasm short circuiting your brain. Spit dribbles down the corners of your mouth, throat hoarse from screaming out his name. Din pushes your legs off of his shoulders and leans forward, covering your body with his own as he licks the inside of your mouth. His hips are relentless. Hips slamming into you in a skin bruising matter–

After one more thrust he pulls out, the sudden emptiness making you whine. But your whines soon turn into moans as you feel his hard cock against your stomach, his hips desperately moving. Din’s thick length glides across your skin, the combination of sweat and precum making it easy. One, two– When the third thrust comes around he’s coming across your stomach, thick ropes of cum spurting and dripping down your body. He breathes heavily, head falling into your shoulder. You lift your arms and wrap them around his neck, your nails gently scratching his scalp while he presses soft kisses into your shoulder.

“I’ve missed you,”

You chuckle, “I never really went anywhere you know?”

“I know but still,”

The two of you continue to enjoy each other's presence; touching and feeling one another as much as you can before the blindfold has to come off. Din gradually makes his way back to your lips, leaving a trail of kisses in its wake. Your fingers entagles in his soft hair, the color of it you still don’t know. There’s something bittersweet about the way he kisses you this time, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth more slowly, as if he’s trying to memorize every part of it.

You wonder how he looks under the shiny stars.

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530.Party In Progress (3)

파티 중 (3)

‘Aigo, I’m dying….’

As soon as I entered the break room, I collapsed face-first onto the sofa. Approaching me, Gyeolie and Peace asked me if I was okay. Of course, in Peace’s case, it was him going ‘ki-yang.’ Responding with an affirmative, I dragged over a cushion to wedge under my head, and settled into a comfortable laying-down position.

‘...definitely took some of the wind out of my sails.’

Though I’d done what I could to try and prep in advance, there was very little that I could actually get involved in. While the lawyers on our side had made a conscientious effort to explain things to me in simple terms during our discussion, that side had, obviously, extended no such courtesy. And on top of that, the corresponding paperwork had only been generated in English, as though it were de facto procedure. Though I had been provided with a translation, when they had zero qualms about barrelling right ahead in English, I’d repeatedly been left scrambling in the dust while looking for the relevant text, having missed my window of opportunity.

On the other hand, their lawyers were capable of reading Korean without any difficulties. So why couldn’t we just use Korean then! Of course, they would hardly entertain the prospect of giving up an advantage, but.

- Appa, are you very tired?

- 끼앙.

“No, it’s just that… It really is a whole ‘nother ball game when it comes to expertise on a subject matter, huh.”

The baseline itself was a different animal altogether. Though team lead Kim-nim had mentioned at the beginning that this was why you have a lawyer on retainer, to handle these types of things, and that there’s no need for Director Han-nim to be overly concerned about the proceedings. Well, they were the experts for a reason. Even those experts would probably feel out of their depths like I was, if it was outside of their respective wheelhouses.

Even so, I wondered if it would be better for me to pick up English. On second thought, relying on Myungwoo and the Newcomer was probably the more efficient route……. Why didn’t people just speak a universal language. In this era of globalization, we should be able to dialogue together. In Korean.

- Feels like a fever, maybe.

The fairy dragon said, pressing a tiny hand against my forehead.

“Probably ‘cause I’ve been preoccupied by a few things. It’s alright.”

How many hours on end had I been trapped there, anyway. It had started in the morning, and it was nearly dinnertime, now. Nor had matters been squared away; it really was ludicrous. This was why it was called ‘an endurance contest’, I supposed. Once lunch had ticked over and things had bled over into the afternoon, the accumulated fatigue had meant that my brain couldn’t even function properly anymore. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have opted to send me away earlier. ‘We’ll finish up for now, then, and resume tomorrow’… Though, it probably had been about time to wrap things up.

Honestly, wasn’t it insane. How many pages upon pages of red tape were they planning on generating, when the source material itself could be summed up so briefly. It seemed that they were hell-bent on producing a several-thousand word count book from what amounted to a single sheet of paperwork. Scary, lawyers were really scary. A type of scary that even a fear-resistance attribute couldn’t work against.

Gyeolie, who had been looking me over, picked up a phone that had been laying on the table. Seeing him appearing to covet the phone that belonged to Peace, I’d prepared a phone for Gyeolie, too. It was a flip phone, to make it easy to use even in his fairy dragon form. With the phone half-opened to support itself on top of the table, he began fiddling with it with a surprising ease.

- That bad guy is supposed to be released today, I saw.

“I’d mentioned no internet-surfing allowed, hadn’t I.”

- I only saw it because it was a headline, appa.

Even if I’d given him the phone, should I have blocked off the internet access on it first. Since, unlike Peace, Gyeolie could read Korean. Fishing out my phone, too, I skimmed over the files I’d received, that I had sorted away for later. There was heavy discourse regarding the matter of compensation, as well as the numerous added conditions.

‘Direct requests of sacrifice from participants will not be permitted.’

This, too, was a new motion that had been introduced. It had been either Sung Hyunjae or Noah-ssi who had brought up the topic. It meant that, for example, the creation of a scenario where being unable to proceed unless one of the participants was dead would be prohibited. It was a measure designed to protect the physically weaker party members who would be at a disadvantage in such a situation, e.g. an F-rank–namely, myself. And there was another thing.

‘Participants may not be conferred disadvantages based on majority vote.’

Another addendum that had been introduced for my benefit. Though I may have had a few allies in the other contestants, when it came to the potential of an audience vote, well. Just imagining it was enough to make my eyes water.

‘It was a good decision to let them handle it instead, after all.’

With the slightest misstep, we might’ve ended up reduced to tatters before the first half was even concluded. And despite having labored as industriously as we had to expose and counter these hostile conditions, we couldn’t afford to let our guards down yet, still. Savvy individuals who possessed a deft hand at exploiting the loopholes in regulations kept popping up, and being on the offensive was infinitely easier than being the one rebuffing those attempts.

Just then, the door opened, and Sung Hyunjae stepped inside. His hair neatly slicked back, wearing glasses, and dressed in a far more sedate suit than his typical garbs–rather than a guild leader, he resembled someone who worked in the legal field. Specializing in corporate law, particularly. Setting the right tone was important, when it came to something like this, was what he’d said, or something. Of course, it would have been far more convenient to simply force them to cave via the pressure exerted by an S-rank’s aura, but that method was obviously a no-go.

“Looks totally like a, whatd’you call it.”

- A total dweeb.

Gyeolie sneered, sniggering. And just where had you picked up a word like that, huh.

“Your coloring has yet to recover, I see.”

As Sung Hyunjae began to approach, Gyeolie snapped his phone shut and flung himself in Sung Hyunjae’s path, as though to protect me. Peace, who had been lying at the foot of the sofa, lifted his head as well.

- Peace-yah, bite him!

- 그르릉.

Peace regarded Sung Hyunjae with a look of displeasure, but made no move to bite him.

“As things presently stand, it will likely prove beneficial for you to partake in this.”

Saying so, Sung Hyunjae held out the box he’d been carrying towards me. He wouldn’t have been able to leave and come back in that short span of time, so had he ordered some underling to pick it up for him, then. Placating Gyeolie as he pitched a fit, I opened up the box. An assortment of macarons in various colors had been delicately stacked inside.

“Here, Gyeol-ah.”

- Gyeolie can’t be won over by this kind of cheap ploy. Though I’ll eat it still, ‘cause it’s from appa.

Responding tartly, Gyeolie took the mint colored macaron handed to him. Sweets work a treat to take the edge off of fatigue, no, Sung Hyunjae said, taking a seat while pulling off his glasses. Like Noah-ssi, rather than being an indicator of poor eyesight, the glasses he wore were a preventative measure for their advanced sight. Since his vision wasn’t as sharp as Noah-ssi’s, he typically forgoed their use; but because today, we’d be spending all day pouring over an endless flow of words, well.

Owing to that, not only Noah-ssi and Sung Hyunjae, but Section Chief Song-nim and Hyuna-ssi had all ended up modeling glasses. Even if they weren’t a necessary measure, it was still more comfortable than going without, or something. Yoohyunie seemed to own a pair as well, and it occurred to me that I should probably pick out a set for Yerimie, too. Once she hit her third year of high school(1), wouldn’t Yerimie become deeply entrenched in her studies. Though there was a chance she’d decide to opt out, I supposed.

“I had hoped to petition for indirect sacrifices to be barred as well, in addition to the direct demands for sacrifice, in truth.”

“It stands to reason that it would broaden the parameters beyond an acceptable threshold in that case though, sir. Then, even in a situation as innocuous as presenting two biscuits to two individuals, it could be argued that they had been coerced into a situation where one of them had been indirectly forced to make a sacrifice by proxy–something like that.”

“As, ordinarily, both persons would simply take one each to resolve the matter, but you–Han Yoojin, lad–would not.”

“I do plan to make use of them as well, sir.”

“And if the biscuit in question were capable of raising one’s stats, and it so happened that either the young master or the little lady were by your side?”

“That’s, well… One of them eating it instead would result in better long-term returns, objectively speaking.”

That was the truth, wasn’t it. Rather than a shortsight attempt at raising my own measly stats to E-rank or D-rank, it would be far more constructive to be able to boost Yoohyunie or Yerimie to SS-rank instead. Sung Hyunjae looked at me with a ‘see, what did I say’ sort of expression. The fuck, it really was the most logical route of action, though.

“Particularly with that sort of mark branding your throat, mind.”

Reflexively, I touched my neck. I’d left the vibrant bruising there in full view, as though openly inviting Chatterbox’s delegates to drink in their fill. Since it was evidence of the damage I’d suffered, as a result of Chatterbox’s actions.

“...I’ve already gotten an earful from the others on the matter, sir, thank you very much.”

“But even then, lad–you’ll simply repeat the same pattern when confronted with the same scenario, I imagine.”

“Truth be told, though, it really was a golden opportunity–isn’t that right, sir. And it was nothing dangerous, at that.”

- …appa, don’t force me to side with that thing.

Gyeolie groused, face screwed up in a petulant look; and, skin-crawlingly enough, Sung Hyunjae gave a most benevolent smile.

“Sung-Han–”

- AAAAAAAAAHH! ACK! ACK! ACK!

Gyeolie flung the remaining half of the macaron at Sung Hyunjae at full force. Easily catching the offending macaron, Sung Hyunjae simply held it back out to Gyeolie in a seemingly kindly way. Squawking angrily, the fairy dragon made a beeline towards the far side of my shoulder, away from Sung Hyunjae.

“I believe I’d asked that you refrain from antagonizing him, sir.”

“Simply a display of my charitability, wouldn’t you say. In fact–I’ve acquiesced to accept but a measly return on its inclusion, no. As part of my team.”

I could hear the faint sound of Gyeolie’s pained whinging. Good grief.

“I’ve yet to give my assent to it as his guardian, sir. Gyeolie doesn’t have to be involved, alright?”

Though Chatterbox wasn’t part of the Benign King’s faction, you never knew. He might end up becoming more curious about the fairy dragon’s unique existence. And on top of that, Gyeolie’d had a hand in the Benign King’s death as well… Had it been up to me, I absolutely would’ve ordered him to stay away from this, but Gyeolie could be stubborn as anything. He’d mentioned that me being forced to go by myself, was even more reason for him to follow along.

At first, he’d insisted that he could pretend to be a pet dragon, rather than a party member, in order to be allowed to accompany me. Though it wouldn’t have been possible anyway, on account of the invitation counting each dragonkin as an ‘individual’ as well.

“Director Han-nim, you doing alright?”

As the door swung open again, Moon Hyuna, then Song Taewon stepped into the break room as well.

“And Noah-ssi, ma’am?”

“He’s seeing Chatterbox’s envoys off. Volunteered for the role, saying it’d be better off to have him do it, than making Section Chief Song-nim.”

During the proceedings, Noah-ssi had displayed a diplomatic side that was leaps and bounds beyond my expectations, all considered. The French Hunter world displayed similarities to the Anglo-American one, after all; and in his capacity as the Vice Guild Leader to Liette, he’d been exposed to a vast amount of literature regarding legal proceedings, apparently. Practically speaking, he probably stood on par with Sung Hyunjae when it came to Korean(2) Hunters who could parley on even ground with the Hunters from that side.

Liette, well… Likely hadn’t seen a point in resolving matters with litigation, probably. Which meant that Noah-ssi was likely to have been burdened all the more, as a result.

“And what’s Sung Hyunjae gone and said now, to get our little dragon all puffed up like this.”

“I was in the midst of proposing to Director Han Yoojin-nim, you see.”

“Hyung-nim, someone who sees fit to pursue a person not even in the ballpark of their own zodiac cycle, is low-life scum.”(3)

Wearing a smile, Moon Hyuna took a seat next to me.

“He's barking mad, clearly. Though I am thirty, that matter aside.”

“That so? What d’you think about a younger partner, in that case?”

What was with the abrupt–, …then, my eyes locked with Hyuna-ssi’s. A smile still playing on her lips, her eyes slowly scanned down my person. ‘A younger partner’–that was to say–since I’d just mentioned being thirty, what she meant was……. Suddenly, it felt like the back of my neck had been set ablaze.

“Ah, c’mon, sir–I’ve said that you shouldn’t tease me like this, haven’t I.”

“Don’t like it, then?”

“I’m not opposed, but… At any rate. Ah, honestly.”

I got that it was just joking around, but it was still bad for my heart. When Hyuna-ssi was looking at me with that face, wearing that sort of expression, and talking about younger partners……..

“That’s right–Section Chief Song-nim seemed incredibly adept at navigating foreign Hunter laws as well. I was slightly taken aback.”

“...there had been a precedent set that necessitated familiarity with the subject matter.”

Song Taewon spoke, a sigh mingling with his words. Ah, so it had been because of Sung Hyunjae. As Sung Hyunjae made a quip about Section Chief Song-nim certainly being particularly adroit, playing the ‘I’m completely oblivious’ card, Moon Hyuna guffawed.

“Section Chief Song-nim definitely ended up taking the brunt of it, when Sung Hyunjae first began stirring up trouble overseas. There was even an instance when I gave them a lift on my private plane, in fact.”

“You had, Hyuna-ssi?”

“I’d needed to tend to a matter, and our paths happened to coincide along the way, y’see. And in the face of an incident caused by Sung Hyunjae, what could a poor government worker or Hunter Association staff member possibly hope to do to mitigate things, especially if they’re not an S-rank. So it all fell to Section Chief Song-nim, when it was all said and done. He used to be real adorable, back then. It might’ve only been for a brief period, but there was a time where even he used to wear the dazed expression of a lost child, too, would you believe?”

My apologies to Section Chief Song-nim, but I kind of wanted to be an audience to it, too. The first time Section Chief Song-nim had had to venture overseas on account of Sung Hyunjae–it must’ve been an incredibly disorienting time, being forced to meander like that.

“Hyuna-ssi, your English skills seemed to be outstanding as well.”

As Yoohyunie had ended up having to go on a Dungeon raid he’d been putting off, Yerimie had been projected to accompany me, alongside Noah-ssi. But saying unnie, I’ll conduct the Dungeon raid for you instead!, she had requested Hyuna-ssi look after me as a proxy.

“Despite the current state of my affairs, I’d received a lot of love calls from overseas too, y’know. Pre-Awakening, I mean.”

“...should I be applying myself as well, then, after all.”

“There’s no downside to it, really. And it’s fine to leave it to others for now, but you really should consider university still.”

Moon Hyuna spoke solemnly.

“Things being what they are, it’s a good idea for you to enroll. Feel free to push it off a while longer if the Party doesn’t pan out well, but barring that–unless you’ll face pushback for going, you should absolutely start attending.”

Saying that I should at least make an effort to begin preparations in spite of the year having nearly drawn to a close, she slung an arm around my shoulders.

“People may not be capable of achieving perfection, but it’s still a good idea to minimize the number of flaws one possesses. If you can whittle ‘em down, then you should reduce ‘em.”

“There’ll be talks of preferential treatment, most likely.”

“That’s all temporary. And besides, Hyung-nim is plenty deserving of preferential treatment, I reckon.”

Well, that’s. Should I actually be considering enrolling for real then, after all. Though there was still a bit of time left before the new year rolled over, it already felt anxiety-inducing. When was the cutoff for university applications, again. The testing season was over, so would it be around the time deposits were due, right now? They said that a lot of places had an open enrollment ongoing, nowadays. Because Yoohyunie had Awakened before hitting his third year of high school, I was murky on the details.

In the meanwhile, Noah-ssi had slipped into the break room as well.

“Noah-ssi, you’ve been working very hard.”

“Ah, it’s no trouble at all. And Yoojin-ssi, you’ve been exerting yourself a fair bit as well.”

Noah-ssi, too, had cleaned up nicely in a business suit. It fit him like a glove, honestly. To be frank, the term ‘nobility’ seemed to apply perfectly in this instance. And even then, he’d been as cutthroat as anything in the midst of actual negotiations. Once again, I felt immensely grateful for Noah-ssi’s involvement with the rearing facility.

But backtracking a bit–if I did come to enroll in university, did that mean Noah-ssi and I would end up becoming year-mates(4)?

“As it has been announced that the parameters for the Party are set to be released in three days’ time, please make certain to have concluded your preparations by then.”

Song Taewon informed all of us.

“The event location will be announced shortly, tomorrow.”

We’d received word ahead of time, through a representative. The place where Chatterbox’s party was set to take place was none other than the United States. I’d entertained the possibility, on account of all the threads leading back to that place, but to think it really would be held in the U.S..

“Hunter Sung Hyunjae–has Hunter Liette’s participation in this matter been confirmed?”

“Just so. Seeing as an SS-rank bow hangs in the balance, I imagine.”

“Section Chief Song-nim, would you be granted leave for this, sir? The U.S. is quite far, after all.”

“In light of Hunter YoonYoon’s presence, I believe it will be permitted.”

“Ah, that’s true.”

Since, even if it was taking place in the U.S., he could make it back to Korea in the blink of an eye. Then, it seemed YoonYoon would be making an excursion out to the United States, too. He probably hadn’t gone to the U.S. before, right? And it would be my first time there too, of course.

A brief discussion regarding the situation at hand stretched on for a bit longer, before it was decided that we should turn in early for the negotiations that would continue the following day.

And then, three days later, the details of Chatterbox’s Party were finally released.

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(1) this would be senior year of hs (~entrance exam period) for her, bc of the way korea’s educational system is laid out:

(2) yoojin makes it a point to identify noah, kang soyoung, and sung hyunjae as ‘korean Hunters’ re: their legal statuses/citizenship ambiguity (respectively), which is why he deliberately categorizes them as ‘domestic’ Hunters instead of ‘foreign’ whenever the subject comes up

(3) mha once again calling shj out on his questionable conduct, even if he’s being facetious in this instance, by framing it with the zodiac mention to put things in perspective:

because it mirrors situations frequently created by korean men in positions of power irl:

remember how both moon hyuna and yoojin pointed out shj’s ‘people collector’ hobby as being a distasteful facet of his personality? and shj himself mentioning how his attention wandered towards yoojin in the first place because of a prior interest in yoohyunie, until yh didn’t give him the reaction he wanted–which then evolved into inserting himself with yj for leverage instead, after finding out his connection to yh/yj’s potential usefulness. shj’s intervention turns out to be benevolent for narrative purposes, yes, but it’s a deliberate subversion of expectations because of how contrary it is:

the point i’m making–the author is repeatedly identifying shj’s one-sided ‘forced affection’ towards yoojin to be a negative trait in-verse, as that’s how it’s intended to be perceived by the audience, because a good amount their interactions are largely a portrayal of how power+age differentials get abused in korea’s confucian society, particularly when people (including readers) dismiss yoojin’s genuine discomfort in various scenes. ‘it’s the implication,’ as background social commentary for the intended audience. that's why mha also segues into talking about the importance of yj continuing his education, too.

similar situations come up frequently enough in korea, after all:

+ more on ‘sponsorships’ in footnotes for ch197

(4) footnote on 동기 in ch203

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Remember a Time X

Series: (Pt.1), (P.t 2), (P.t 3), (P.t 4), (P.t 5), (P.t 6), (P.t 7), (P.t 8), (P.t 9) Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader ;) (High school Au ) No Powers Word count: 1907 aproxx A/n: It's me again for the few of you still keeping up with this little story. I present you with an update. One should be up next week I mean it this time It's done just needs editing. Anyways hope you enjoy I'm really trying to get past this writers block, thanks for being patient <3

There was officially only two months left till you moved to California, and time felt like it was flying. Both you and Natasha had been apartment hunting, unfortunately you couldn't find a suitable apparent for the two of you, so you both opted to search for apartments individually. You were bummed at the beginning but soon realized that it would facilitate things for the both of you. More so your dad knocked some well needed sense into your head. As much as he liked Natasha things could end badly and then you'd both be stuck in a bad situation. It was for the best you had decided. "You know, I'm basically going to be living with you on the weekends and when I don't have class. We survived being a continent away. We'll survive a couple of miles." You nodded confidently, agreeing with her. "I'll survive. Not sure you will, with your horrible cooking skills." You jabbed.

She laughed, but then the reality set in. She wouldn't have her mothers cooking, and now she wouldn't have yours which paled in comparison to Melina's. But yours was still better than hers. "That's actually so unsettling. What am I going to do? I can't cook I'll actually somehow poison myself." You chuckled lightly. "I'll just have to teach you the basics, you know nothing compared to Melina's cooking but you know the basics." She smiled somewhat relieved at the prospect of you teaching her to cook. Melina had tried many times throughout her daughter's life, but she simply gave up. Her patience wore out and Natasha couldn’t blame her for that. "I would actually really appreciate that." You nodded. "Well in that case, every day till we move at the end of the day we'll practice." You shook on it. Other preparations had to be made, but mostly everything that you could handle was done. Your parents had actually already gone out ahead of time to set up your apartment with all the things you'd need to live comfortably. Your parents only really wanted you to focus on the academics of it all and for you to enjoy yourself in the process.

"Natasha we're two weeks into this!" You exclaimed when you looked into the pan only to see the 'scrambled eggs'. "What's wrong with them this time?" She asked, frustrated. "They're going to be really crunchy nat." You said, you could visibly see pieces of shell sticking out. "That's just personal preference, I happen to like my eggs crunchy." You laughed. "You didn't burn them this time so we're making progress. I'm proud." You started looking at her sweetly. "Do I get rewarded for this 'progress'?" She asked teasingly, tilting her head a small smirk on her face. You pretended to think about it. You rushed and kissed her, and before she could really think about it you started peppering her face with small kisses. With one final peck of the lips you smiled softly. "If this is what I get for progress, I'll start practicing all the time." She joked clearly, still flustered. "You'll get a nice surprise when you serve me a thoroughly cooked piece of chicken." You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. At that Natasha did manage to laugh.

Although you wanted to, you couldn't spend every waking moment with Natasha. So you and Tony would be found making future plans and arrangements. "We have to do Christmas again like last year." He said fondly. You smiled and nodded. "Let's do New Year's. I kinda actually want to spend this Christmas with our families." You were thinking and planning for your future self. "I think I'm really going to miss my folks when I'm gone." You said. "Not me, I couldn't get away from them any faster." He teased, and you laughed, Tony always had a good poker face. But, you know deep down he's going to miss his [arents too although he would be seeing his more often than you would.. "But your choice if you want to do a family Christmas this year that's what we'll do." You almost laughed at the change of tone. "You know I think Pietro is doing a thing later today If you want to go with." You only shook your head. "Come on Y/n piet's been bugging me. He just wants to spend some time with you. He misses you." Before you could say anything again he interrupted you. "It'll only be you and him. If you want me to, I'll stick around. Just, he's your friend too." You sighed. "You're right. I can't just run away from it because it's complicated." Tony nodded. "As much as I don't like his sister right now, he's not a bad guy." The thought escaped Tony's mouth before he could think it through. “You know you really like to meddle in my life.” He laughed. “Well someone has to, if I don't do it who will?”

The mere possibility that you’d have to face Wanda again almost had you drive away from the house you’d become very familiar with. You didn't know what to feel anymore. Wanda was not objectively horrible you knew that, but you also knew that you would very likely end up hating her if you stayed by her side. You’re knocked out of your thoughts when the passenger door of your car pops open. "You didn't tell her right?" The words flew out of your mouth before you could even think to stop them. "She's not here, you don't have to worry." He said simply. "Where do you want to go?" You asked. He thought about it for a while. "We can just drive. I don't really want to do this with a bunch of people around." You nodded and managed to drive a decent while before he spoke again. “You and Wanda have put me in an impossible position. It’s hard for me because I see the two of you and it makes me sad. How things managed to get so out of hand I don’t know.” You listened and managed to articulate the words. “I will never make you choose…” He nodded. “I know, but I need you to understand that I couldn’t if you asked, even if Wanda asked.”

You smiled slightly. “I care for you both, and I sympathize with you. So please don’t write me off. You’re my sister too.” You felt lighter by the time you dropped him off, a full tank of gas later. "I think we should do this more often." He said before he stepped out of the car. You laughed nodding along with him. "I'm sure we can find the time before we leave..." Behind you, you saw headlights pull up. Both you and Pietro tensed slightly, before breaking out into laughter. You felt like you'd been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. You could tell it was Vision's car, but you couldn't really be bothered, you'd had a good time with Pietro and It was all that mattered. "You better step out before either of them start walking up to my car." You threatened playfully. "What? You aren't going to walk me to the door and kiss me goodnight?" He pouted referencing when you’d play house as kids. You laughed. "You'd like that wouldn't you!" You settled and placed a small peck on his cheek. "There, that should hold you over for the time being." He nodded. "I'll see you around y/n?" You nodded. And with that he stepped out and you stepped on the gas.

Not that you had to, Wanda had already exited Vision's car, She was now expectantly waiting for her brother to walk through the door. As soon as the door knob turned she was on her brother. “Why didn’t you tell me Y/n was coming over?” He sighed. “Because she doesn’t want to see you, If I’d told you, you would’ve stuck around.” He tried moving past his sister but she stopped him again. “How is she? Is she okay, what did you guys do?” She asked the questions one after the next. “Good, yes, and we talked.” He listed off. “I told her I wasn’t going to choose sides or anything of the sort.” Wanda was about to rebute but he managed to cut her off before she did. “I don’t get you Wanda, I know you.” He said. “I know you love her, I know it! And you somehow got us here.” His words caught her off guard. “She loved you, and you loved her. Why are we here?” She sighed. “I didn’t know, I-i didn’t realize. I freaked when Tony said what he said at the party.” He nodded. “There's no turning back now.” He squeezed her shoulder pulling her in. “Give her time, it will work out. I know it will.” Wanda nodded, the weight of it settling on her shoulders. She released a shaky breath. “She’s with Natasha… Natasha loves her.” Her eyes met her brothers. He nodded. “You’re with Vision, things will fall into place. The universe works in mysterious ways haven't you heard?” He said, pulling his sister into a warm hug.

When you got home that night you weren’t expecting what was waiting for you when you crossed the door. It was almost as if the universe was showing you what was for you. There were roses lining the hallway, and an amazing smell coming from your kitchen. Where she was wearing a beautiful apron, and a rather large bouquet or roses on the dinner table that was already set and ready to go. It had been only a couple of weeks since Natasha had made the world's crunchiest eggs. And here she was, full on dinner made by her you were assuming. “I was waiting for you.” She said taking a kitchen towel to wipe her hands. “Not too long I hope… Did you do all this.” You asked somewhat awestruck. She nodded. “I’ve submitted myself to my mothers cooking school again, because I wanted to do this for you, I wanted to make you proud.” You couldn’t help but smile. “What did you make?” That’s when you saw her smile turn to a smirk. “Roasted chicken, and some potatoes which, if I do say so, are amazing.” You almost choked on air.

Everything about that night was perfect. She was perfect and she made you feel perfect. Dinner was all you could hope for, and afterwards a promise was a promise. “Are you sure you want to do this?” She’s asked for the umpteenth time. “Undoubtedly sure.” You spent that night in her arms, kissing her and it was perfect. It was everything you imagined, she was everything you imagined. Waking up next to her this time made you feel like you should wake up next to her forever. So you said it, quietly but surely. “I want to wake up next to you forever.” Natasha was asleep. At least that’s what you thought, she didn’t make any sudden movement and her breath was steady enough, you were sure she was asleep. That was until she spoke. “I think I would like that…” She brought your hand to her mouth and placed a small kiss on it. “No, I would love it.” She amended. You wanted to cry at how good she was, how good she was with you. Everything was good there in your bubble.

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Best Underrated Anime Group I Round 1: #I2 vs #I7

#I2: Three girls start a fun club and get into shit

During recess, Olivia, a foreign transfer student who doesn’t know English, plays a game of “look-the-other-way” with Hanako Honda, a loudmouthed airhead. Their rowdy behavior spurs the ire of Kasumi Nomura, a deadpan loner constantly teased by her older sister for her tendency to lose games.

Not willing to compete, Kasumi declines Olivia’s offer to join the fun, but eventually gets involved anyway and dispenses her own brand of mischief. Soon, a strange friendship blossoms between the peculiar trio, and they decide to form the “Pastime Club,” where they are free to resume their daily hijinks.

#I7: Older brother plays catch-up with his younger sibling

On a fateful summer night in 2006, Mutta Nanba and his younger brother Hibito witness what they believe to be a UFO flying toward the Moon. This impressing and unusual phenomenon leads both siblings vowing to become astronauts, with Hibito aiming for the Moon and Mutta, convinced that the eldest brother has to be one step ahead, for Mars.

Now an adult, life hasn't turned out how Mutta had pictured it: he is diligently working in an automotive company, whereas Hibito is on his way to be the very first Japanese man to step on the Moon. However, after losing his job, Mutta is presented with an unexpected opportunity to catch up to his younger brother when the Japanese Aerospace Exploration Agency, commonly known as JAXA, accepts his application to participate in the next astronaut selection. Despite self-doubts about his prospects, Mutta is unwilling to waste this chance of a lifetime, and thus embarks on an ambitious journey to fulfill the promise made 19 years ago.

Titles, propagandas, trailers, and poll under the cut!

#I2: Asobi Asobase - workshop of fun -

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Propaganda:

It’s really funny and hilarious and kind of hard to pin down the demographic and who they were trying to get to watch the show because the girls uniforms are ugly, they make ugly faces and funny noises, and one of the main characters has a strong fear/disgust of men. I live and then I had a really fun time watching it because it’s so out of pocket with the stuff they do.

Trigger Warnings: Gender Identity/Sexuality Discrimination.

One character is implied to be a trans girl and is called out for it by the main characters in a way that suggests they are uncomfortable with it. Her boyfriend is okay with it, though.

#I7: Space Brothers (Uchuu Kyoudai)

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Propaganda:

Have you ever wanted to see adults pursue their dreams in anime, even those they abandoned along the way? Do you enjoy space or the arduous process to become an astronaut? Do you like characters being so well-rounded while still being positive even if they fail? Well, this series is exactly that, but with a touch more wholesomeness. Ranging from comedic moments to heartfelt revelations, this series feels so grounded in reality while still having that air of positivity around it, it just motivates you to follow any dream you might currently have. It is a long journey, almost 100 episodes, but it uses it well to flesh out not only the main pair, but many of the side characters, each coming from different backgrounds. A very character driven story that sometimes doesn’t shy in mentioning the risks of space exploration, but also presents us with the marvel and importance of it.

Trigger Warnings: Discussion of possible death. It’s not in depth, but there were moments where they did discuss the possibility of death since it has a high risk of happening in space.

If you’re reblogging and adding your own propaganda, please tag me @best-underrated-anime so that I’ll be sure to see it.

#anime #best underrated anime #polls #poll tournament #tournament #anime tournament #animation #animated show #group stage #group stage round 1 #tournament polls #group i #asobi asobase #workshop of fun #asobi asobase - workshop of fun -#space brothers #uchuu kyoudai

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Living with the yandere fruity four? Golden

The lead up to the yandere fruity four trying to get you to live with them? 🤤

(Long post so under cut)

You’re already in a romantic relationship with them. And you end up staying the night most nights. Because a lot of nights you just choose to do so, which they love! You love them, so of course you love staying over! But sometimes it’s from your own volition, or they’ve just made you too comfy, or they’ve promised “nooo just one last conversation” and you get too sleepy. Nearly falling asleep on someone’s shoulder, before Steve is carrying you up the stairs to the bed he has set in his house, just for you. The other three running ahead giddily (but trying to stay somewhat quiet for you) as they get everything set up. Eddie pulling back your covers, Robin holding the teddy they bought you to place in your arms, Nancy switching off all the lights.

One time Robin cried to the other three, because she swore you weren’t going to stay the night, when you hadn’t stayed all week! So when Steve got you a fruit tea you’d asked for when he offered that night, he’d instead given you some sleepy time tea. It wasn’t drugging you! It was just tea that helped you sleep! You took that tea all the time when you were struggling, it was literally just the tea bag, with extra honey covering it up. Which was good it wasn’t an actual drugging because Nancy had the same idea. So you were lolling off of Robin’s shoulder, and your legs were falling off of Eddie’s lap, after your second cup in fifteen minutes. The four all giving each other the ‘we’ll talk later’ look, as Robin stroked your warm back, putting on her bed time voice, before Steve could switch off the tv.

You’ll sometimes go days without leaving, because they always find a way to sucker you back in. Even if you guys go out that day or night, you’ll still end up sleeping over! So much sometimes, you don’t even notice you haven’t gone home yet. Or if you do, you’ll still be convinced to stay another night! After all why wouldn’t you? They are your lovers. Even the fact they always smell so good (at one point they started wearing perfumes/colognes/deodorants etc they thought you’d like, then melted with their love for you when you said that they smelt nice, themselves). Sometimes you’re too sleepy, occasionally falling asleep in their car as they’re ‘driving you home’, but you were out way too late and tuckered out from a day of excitement, that they might as well just drive straight past your street, and carry you from the car, up to your room, taking off your shoes, and putting you to bed.

Sometimes you’re convinced with the prospect of an amazing breakfast that morning. Sometimes you’re hungover. Sometimes there’s ‘danger’ afoot, so it’s either better for you, the others would feel safer, or you’d feel safer, staying. Sometimes it’s the fact you know you guys are gonna have really good sex, or, the sex lasts a lot longer than you thought, it was just so good, you wanna keep going, and/or you’re too tired, and your whole body is like jelly, so you have to stay, with them helping clean you up and giving you lots of loving aftercare too. And sometimes of course, it really is that you love them, and they’re just so cute, and you love them so much, that you don’t wanna leave!

They did once say, if you stayed, not only would they get you McDonald’s breakfast, but they’d take you out that day, and you guys could go wherever you wanted! You said they’d do that anyway, if you called them up and asked them tomorrow. They had to admit, you had them there. That was definitely true. They wouldn’t even hold back in a teasing ‘ah ah ah we told you so’ way, because they wouldn’t be able to help it. They knew they’d give in immediately, if not easily anyways, and so did you, it wasn’t even worth arguing the fact. Although they did say joining you in the shower in the morning would be easier if you stayed. Although, again, not impossible, if you asked it of them without the former step. Like they’d say no if you asked them to ‘help’ you bathe.

It’s also not too hard to convince you, purely by being themselves. They’ll be kissing on you, smiling with dramatic “No!!!”’s when you mention leaving, collapsing on you so you can’t get up. Eddie miming getting hit right in the heart a bunch of times when you announce that. Saying “you’re such a good girl/boy/darling, don’t leave” cooing at you. Hugging you, all touching you fondly, affectionately, stroking your back, massaging your hands, tucking your hair, rubbing your cheek, tickling you, etc. All trying to smother you with love, kissing and snuggling all over you. And God are they adorable when they do that. They’re so cute as they sweetly try to convince you to stay, all with giggles, and dramatic gasps, and whiny pleas. One time you had Eddie’s nose smushed into your cheek, Robin’s face in your thigh, Nancy in your shoulder, and Steve in your chest, all begging with smiles and cute pouts “Nooo! Don’t goooo..! Not yet. Pleeeeease?”

Even all four have individually tried at one point to convince you to move in with the whole “Please? Please please please please please please please”, not stopping until you were laughing so hard you couldn’t respond. One time all four tried that method together, at the same time, and that was... definitely a more rambunctious attempt off them.

They are also not at all afraid to beg. They will happily do so. They’ll get down on both knees and nuzzle into your legs while clutching at your pants, with puppy eyes up at you, pleading with such cute voices. Whatever you need, or want from them, that will sway you, they’ll do with heart eyes for you. As much as they’ll do whatever they can to convince you to move in, they are equally wrapped around your fingers <3

If they think something would help, they would probably do it, basically.

They probably also aren’t afraid to cry in front of you, to try and sway you that bit more. Breaking down a little and saying how much better it feels when you stay the night. Not blaming you or anything, they don’t accuse you of not actually loving them because of it, nothing like that, at all. But crying as they say they miss you. And they get scared at night, they worry about you, you know what the upside down was like, you’ve been there with them. And also scared themselves, and wanting you. That they just want to be able to crawl to your room, or have you hear them crying, so you can hold them, and promise them that it’s going to be okay. So they can snuggle into you, and feel your warmth, and smell you, and hear you whispering in their ear as you comfort them.

Or the knowledge that they’re not counting down till you have to leave, they can just hold you as you both watch tv until you fall asleep (which happens anyway), that they don’t have to worry about rushing or planning things, that they can just be with you. Or simply that they just miss you. They want you to stay, so it feels like your whole family is secure. All there, together, like you should be. You definitely have to stay that night, with whoever broke. Holding them the entire night in ‘your’ room as they cry into you, needing you.

They have to be a little careful though. It’s kind of a big subject for them, and one time when one of them casually said they just wanted to finally be a ‘proper family’ with you, all four burst into panic when you started tearing up. Insinuating that you weren’t a proper family. Because of you, too. Something they quickly rectified, apologising over and promising that’s not what they meant, as the others agreed and comforted you too. They hate seeing you cry, hate it, and it hurts them even more if they’ve caused it. Luckily you did know pretty quickly that they didn’t mean it like that. If anything, the way they apologised as well made it indisputable, but they did learn to be just a tad more careful around the subject. They especially didn’t want to let slip any... any thoughts of their side hidden to you, that only the others knew about. Because they shared it too, if not on varying levels.

On a happier note, they say you might as well move in! They already all live together in Steve’s house, you should join! You keep saying you are thinking about it, but they just have to keep convincing you, they can’t help it. And you never seem to find it annoying. They’re able to bring it up all the time, in ways that make you just smile, or laugh, or even teasingly roll your eyes. But when they hold onto you even more as you both share a giggle, you feel even closer to them.

“If you were living with us this wouldn’t be an issue!” Is ‘jokingly’ tossed around, even for things that would not be affected by that at all. But the in jokes, and the reminders of how much they want that, want you, always do brighten a spark in you a bit more.

You living with them would be a dream! They all love you so much, and you’re their family! They want to all be together. They can’t see any negatives to you moving in that second.

Also, with how much trauma they all have, it makes them less anxious, less likely for another to have to call you because someone’s having a panic attack in the locked bathroom, and will only come out for you, if they know you’re really safe. Who’s to say some upside down hellspawn won’t come out and attack you at your house? And if you live with them, they can protect all of their lovers/platonic life partners, at the same time. You’re all under the same roof.

And you know you’ll be safer with them too. They know what lurks out there. Plus, you know they’d do anything to protect you. At the same time, sometimes you want to protect them, you worry about them, so you want to stay to be the one protecting. Even though you don’t realise sometimes Steve or Nancy wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, doing a sweep of the house with their bat/gun, until they’re satisfied you’re all safe. Sometimes you really do just wanna stay, or can be easily convinced to, because the trauma of the upside down, or any other fears, is a lot. And not only do you know you’re with people who understand you, and are prepared, whether to handle you, or to fight back against otherworldly shit, but you’ll know they’ll be able to protect you too. And not only that, but cuddle and soothe you until you feel safe enough to sleep again, sandwiched between your loves.

And they’ll do anything to convince you! You’re constantly brought presents. Whenever you come over, whenever one, some, or all of them come over to you, whenever you meet up with any of them, they’re gifting you something. Usually not a super small or cheap thing either. Those are usually bought during your dates/hang outs. So chocolates, a new tape, pizza for dinner, things like that, or things you’d already buy when out, eg if you’re going all around the mall together they’ll buy you clothes, are extra on top of those gifts. And you’ll never pay for a meal. Or pretty much anything when you’re out with them.

When you’re living with them, they’ll provide for you too, as all four already do with each other, they promise, so they’re showing it’s basically the same thing and how good it’ll be. Also end of date gifts. If you were out, usually someone bought you something, that they kept hidden until it was almost over, and then surprise you with it, saying they picked it up earlier bc they knew you’d like it. They love that they can still surprise you, even when you think your time’s almost over. Plus there’s the added bonus of getting a few extra minutes before they have to leave you again :(

They even buy things for your room. For, you know, when you do move in, they’ll joke. Just showing you an extra thing they’ve put in there, that they know is you, to make it feel like home. You do spend time there a lot anyways. Usually someone or a couple of someone’s sleeping in your bed with you, or you’re in theirs. You all have massive beds, big enough to fit all five of you in if needed. You hardly ever sleep alone when you’re at their house. And why would you? You’re all dating.

Eddie definitely sneaks into your room too. Just climbs through the window with a big grin on his face, cause he missed you. Or sometimes because he’s crying, and he really needed you. Robin attempted this once, after the others heard of Eddie’s escapades; she had to be saved from the roof by you and Steve. Although Steve did climb through once or twice after learning Eddie had done the same. Although his were usually visits. Unless you asked him to stay. The second you ask that, Steve’s jumping into bed with you, or convincing you to let him drive you back to his. The only reason he doesn’t stay the nights he comes, like Eddie mostly does, is he feels the need to protect everyone in the house. So unless you ask, he’ll probably go back, after a cheeky visit for a few goodnight kisses.

One time everyone tried to sneak into your room at the same time. Surprising you when instead of being greeted by Eddie’s wonderfully catastrophic falling into your floor, or Steve’s rapping knocks, you had Nancy being shoved in by her butt, turning back and barking an “I know!” back at Steve, before smiling at you, your other three lovers following suit. Your bed was not quite as big. So it was a bit of a squeeze everyone trying to fit on the bed. People lying on top of each other, and mostly on top of you, to suffice.

This does not include the times any of the four have snuck into your room, very much without your knowledge, and they meant for it to be that way...

I mean, they do have to check up on you, since you’re not living with them. Make sure you’re okay. Make sure there’s no upside down monsters, no robbers, no... hopeful romantics, outside your house. Plus, they miss you more. Sure you have clothes and toiletries and stuff in their house, plus they own have their own little stashes, but they’ll have to come back to grab things, that still smell like you. Or check out brand new things they haven’t seen yet.

But when they’re in your room without your knowledge late at night, they’re usually very soothingly, and lovingly, stroking you as you sleep, smiling over you. Sometimes just watching you for a while, even that makes them happy, makes them feel better. Getting into bed with you, for no matter how short a time, just cuddling you, in such a way you won’t wake up, but being able to hold you still. They just miss you so much. Plus, they have to make sure you’re okay. They can’t breathe if they get worried about you, until they go over to yours and see with their own eyes, that you’re fine, and still breathing.

Of course, importantly, they’ve all also had a big talk with you. About the intricacies of moving in. About what you wanna wait for until you’re ready. About how it will work; Eddie’s already got his van half empty, same with Steve’s trunk, which he cleans whenever people have put their stuff in there. They’ve also talked about how nothing will change. How they promise they love you so much, that you don’t need to worry about any anxieties you have, if you think they’d like you less after you move in, or that, God forbid, they’d fall out of love with you, because that’s literally impossible. They could never not love you. And they are extremely serious about that fact. You already know how the household works, just from being in it so often. And all the important details have been discussed at length. And you know you don’t have to be worried if you wanna ask them anything else, they’re always open ears for you, they’ve reminded you of that fact a million and one times :)

They’ve even got a surprise party set up, for when it finally is moving day. Something Robin and Eddie have wanted to hint at you about, even if they all wanna keep it a surprise for you. They don’t need to entice you with a party anyway, even if they get anxious without you, they know that. You have plenty of reasons you want to move in, you’ve already basically agreed just without a date set! Although you do kind of suspect they might have something in the works planned, if not only because it just seems like them, after this time waiting for the day.

Even though they really want you to finally say yes and set a date, they don’t force you. They know they don’t need to either. You’ve already said an eventual yes. And they know that their little tactics are working. I mean, how can you not be convinced, when all four of your lovers and crooning for you to please do this. To do this thing that will make you all happy!

But, it’s also nice to see how hard they try. That knowledge that they’re not just suddenly going to stop putting in effort into you and your relationship, once you are fully with them. You know their love, and acts of it, aren’t going to diminish at all. That’s not them. They love you, they’re not trying to manipulate you into it either, at least not in a bad way you’re sure, they truly will always love you.

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