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meaningofaeons · 9 months

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⊹ character(s) - alhaitham, kaveh ⊹ word count - 1.1k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, fluff, jealousy, reader is part of the matra (alhaitham), reader is an akademiya lecturer/professor (kaveh), petname usage in kaveh's

⊹ katze's 500 follower writing cat-baret

ANON I HOPE UR SEEING THIS SORRY AGAIN FOR DELETING YOUR RQ!!! I hope I remembered it right and I hope you enjoy! also sorry if haitham is ooc it's my first time writing him! (ﾐዎ ﻌ ዎﾐ)ﾉ

⊹ Kaveh

Kaveh was pouting.

Not necessarily an uncommon occurrence from your lover, but you digress. He was clearly upset, and you weren't willing to let him stew in it any longer.

You approached him from his seated position at one of the desks in your lecture hall, sitting down in front of him to draw his attention. He always did like sitting in on some of your classes, but it seemed today's events had put him into a sour mood.

He grumbled a bit, cheek squishing into his palm as he looked away. As much as you wanted to assuage his worries with no shadow to your intentions, you couldn't deny how adorable he looked in this moment.

"My light, are you going to mope forever? What's got you down?"

"Pet names can't get you out of this one! I'm still mad!"

You reached out, pinching his cheek much to his abject annoyance. He swatted half-heartedly at your hand, holding his aching face once you finally let go.

You smiled just a bit.

"Was it because of Ardashir?"

"So you know his name, too, then," he mumbled quietly.

"Mm, so that is what it's about."

"Take this seriously!" Kaveh pouted, laying on the dramatics a bit thick. "I mean, does he not know that we're together?! He was all over you! I nearly leapt out of my seat when he tried to wrap his arm around your shoulder!"

You recalled that Ardashir did not, in fact, try to wrap an arm around your shoulder. He had stopped by to drop off a few course materials you had asked to borrow, nothing more. He was a tad closer and laid the flattery on a bit thicker than usual, however, so you could hardly blame your lover for getting upset.

Next time you saw him, you'd be sure to let him know to cool it. For now, you kept your attention on your boyfriend, brushing his blonde hair behind his ear comfortingly.

"Well, despite your fame, honey, I don't think most people in Sumeru care too much for who's dating who unless it interferes with or benefits their academics."

Kaveh turned away, still sulking. Your smile widened just a tad at that—he always got that way when he knew you were right, but given his stubborn nature, he could never fully relent victory in an argument to you or anyone else.

"I'll give him a stern talking to next time I see him, and I'll be sure to mention our relationship."

The blonde kept his eyes firmly trained on the wall, but you could see the way his sullen expression eased up.

"Or, better yet, we can 'bump into him' on our way to my next class. Holding hands and all. Let him see the competition he's got so he can reevaluate his chances."

As much as he tried to fight it, Kaveh smiled for just a moment, and you giggled lightly. He puffed out his cheeks, however, trying to hide his delight.

"Well, okay! I suppose that'll have to do for now."

"And I'll treat you to a drink tonight, too."

This time, your lover leaned into your hand, staring up at you cutely.

"You're so good to me... Sorry for getting upset."

You only kissed his forehead lightly, admiring the flush of pink adorning his pale cheeks.

"I'd do anything for you."

⊹ Alhaitham

Alhaitham does not get jealous.

He doesn't see the point in caring about who you talk to and what their intentions are. You both said you'd stay true to one another when you began dating, and he trusts you.

He doesn't participate in needless gossip or malice just because someone flirted with you a bit.

Well, not usually.

"That man isn't part of the Matra."

He says it factually, his voice cool just as it usually is. But after spending enough time with him, you can detect the barest hint of an edge in his tone.

You turn around to greet your lover, giving him a small smile.

"Ah, him? No, no. He's not."

"He's been spending a lot of time around your stations."

You giggle a bit.

"How would you know? Do you also spend a lot of time around my patrol routes?"

"Yes."

Right, Alhaitham was a difficult one to tease as always. Always so upfront and straightforward.

"I like to make sure you're doing okay, so I stop by now and then between work hours."

You smile again, patting his arm.

There was one way you could tease him effectively, though. And so, you continued to address his words for what they were at face-value—simple observations of someone you happened to speak to often.

"That's sweet of you. If I weren't so stretched thin across Sumeru City, I'd be visiting your office way more, too."

You noticed the twitch of Alhaitham's lips as you skirted around the topic of the man that just walked away once more.

Did he relinquish his dignity and just ask? Ask why that same guy kept loitering around you like a bothersome fly?

No. Alhaitham does not get jealous.

He won't entertain the situation, and he certainly won't entertain the slight smirk on your lips, the amusement you're surely gleaning from his shifting back and forth—

"So what's his excuse?"

Fuck.

"I think this is the only thing you're not as blunt as you'd like to be on, 'Haitham," you chuckled lightly, hugging his arm. His expression didn't change much, but he did grumble some such under his breath, his brow furrowing a bit. "Are you jealous?"

"There's no reason to be jealous, because when we agreed to start dating—"

"Yes, yes, I know there's no reason for you to be. He's only a colleague, after all, an acquaintance at best." You raised your own brow. "But I'm asking if you're jealous, not a reason to be."

"He was very close to you. Does he not know we're together?"

You beam, reaching up to pinch his cheek. He swats you away quickly, glaring half-heartedly, so you deign to take hold of his hand instead.

"Can you make time to come earlier tomorrow? If he sees me on the arm of the Akademiya's Scribe, I'm sure he'll be reluctant to push his luck any further. And besides, I'd been having a hard time trying to reject his advances anyhow. He's quite persistent."

Although annoyed at the notion that the man from earlier was bothering you in the slightest, Alhaitham seemed pleased all the same with your solution, brushing your hair out of your eyes with one hand while the other squeezes your hand.

"I think I can make time. No, I will make time."

You leaned into your boyfriend, chuckling again.

"Well, gee. Maybe I should get more men to flirt with me if it means you'll come rushing at my beck and call—"

The hand clasped around your own squeezed just a bit too tight, and you jolted.

"Ack— kidding! Of course I'm kidding! 'Haitham, ease up!"

#alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #kaveh x reader #alhaitham #kaveh #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin impact #katze's cat baret #katze's 500 follower special #katze's cat cafe

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ambrozjas · 3 months

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Hi can you do ponyboy with reader who hard on themselves because they doesn't wanna get bad grades <3

can i borrow a pencil? ꨄ︎

ponyboy curtis x reader

✧˖*°࿐notes 🧸 ᰔᩚ

this req was so cute :) thank you anon !!

✧˖*°࿐ warnings ᰔᩚ

fear of failure i guess? other than that i don’t think there’s any more

✧˖*°࿐ word count ᰔᩚ

689 words, 3615 characters

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the school bell rang, creating an obnoxious sound that made you grit your teeth. but at least you could go home.

you and ponyboy only had a few of the same classes together, and by the time the end of the day hit, you were about ready to toss yourself into his arms once you saw him.

just as you were on your way out the door, heavy backpack full of textbooks slung over one shoulder, you heard your teacher call your name.

“hey, can i see you for a sec?” he said, beckoning you over with his index finger. you paused for a second in the door, contemplating what you did before you obeyed and walked back over to his desk.

he looked up at you, sighed, and took off his clear glasses, those circular eyeglasses that he so stupidly wore, full of pretentiousness as he claimed that glasses made man look more dignified or whatever. not that you cared anyways.

his interlocked his fingers and held his hands underneath his nose and sighed deeply again. you were annoyed at this point. he’s so far wasted about two mins of time that you could be taking to walk home, according to the crooked black clock placed on the wall. “do i need to make an adjustment for you?” he finally asked.

“i’m sorry?” you tilted your head to the side as if you heard him incorrectly. an adjustment?

your teacher simply grabs a paper out the drawer and puts it on the desk, a bright red letter circled on the top right of it. and your heart sank when you saw. you had gotten a c. you had gotten a c on your test.

“there’s no way..” you mumbled, grabbing the paper into your hands and looking closer as if the grade would change once you blinked.

“there is a way. this is unacceptable, and i’m sorry but if you can’t keep your grade at least higher than a b-, you cannot be in this class.” he smacked his lips, turning his attention back to the computer. you threw your head back and internally groaned as you made your way for the door.

while you walked home, you decided to stop by the curtis house. you just had to see ponyboy, hoping he would provide you at least some relief from this feeling of failure.

you opened the door to find it surprisingly unlocked, before assuming two bit or johnny had come over beforehand and forgot to lock it.

you moped over to your boyfriend’s room and opened the door. he bolted upright up, his book falling over to the side as you plopped onto his bed with your arms over your eyes.

“hi?” pony said, shifting his knee to nudge your head. all you did was groan.

“pony, i think i’m dumb.” you finally said, peeking at him through the small gap between your arms. you saw his eyebrows furrow in confusion, “you ain’t dumb.”

“yes i am. i can’t believe i got a c on my test. i’ve half a mind to drop out and get it over with.”

“stop sayin’ that, you’re not dumb.” he tells you, knocking his knee against your head a little harder this time.

“ow! wha’s that for?”

“tryna to knock some sense into you.” he replied nonchalantly before he did it again. “cut it out.” you said, swatting at his leg.

“then say you’re not dumb.” he knocked your head again.

“i’m not dumb, i just—“

“listen, if you’re so worried about it then why don’t i just help you study for a retake?” he said, leaning over you and pulling your elbows away from your face. “there are no retakes, ponyboy.”

“then for the next test. le’s start right now, i’ll help you with some notes.” he got up, and grabbed one of his notebooks off of his desk.

“pony?”

“yeah?”

you looked at him for a second, admiring how he was so willing to help you. how he actually cared. ponyboy was the best boyfriend ever in your eyes, nothing could ruin that.

“can i borrow a pencil?”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sorry this took a bit !! i’ve been busy with schoolwork and wanted to write it comfortably without everything on my mind 🫶 hope you enjoy !!

kiss kiss ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

#the outsiders x reader #greasers #the outsiders #ponyboy curtis x reader #ponyboy blurb #ponyboy x reader #the outsiders ponyboy #ponyboy is my bae #like literally #ambrozjas #kiss kiss

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 10 months

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Hey I see you do overlord Can I request of Ainz having a twin sister and her in-game character is a Human mage who has similar personality and abilities to Marisa kirisame (from Touhou project) she does not join ainz's guild instead she join a different guild but she visits ainz's guild often(and maybe steals a thing or two) and irl she acts like her in-game character and gets isekai with her brother. Go to the touhou wiki if you want to know more about Marisa kirisame~Fujiwara no Anon

Marisa Kirisame Fem! Reader | Yandere Overlord

Your the bratty and meddlesome sister Supreme Being that Nazarick lovingly shakes their fist at

And when you and your twin are transported into this new world with only Ainz’s guild’s base

When you pop into the world on your broom

Nazarick of course practically swats you off as they are focused on completing the tasks that Ainz has set them on

“So…its just us..?”

“Yeah.”

“...Well it wouldn’t be the first time…”

“Yeah…but at least we have each other!”

“Yup…well that is until I decide to comb this world for the coolest artifacts!”

“yEaH?”

Before he and his friends hadn’t minded

You offered plenty of fun with your antics

But now that he has no one from his guild in this world

He feels more than ever that he needs you at his side more than ever

And the entirety of Nazarick is more than obliged to obey

“Whoa! What a steal! this artifact is so–Demiurge? Are you holding a magic net?”

“...Ah (Y/n)-sama you caught me, how about instead you come inside for some tea?”

Even as you easily blend in with the humans of this world

There is a constant effort to chain bring you to Nazarick

And Ainz is all for it

“S-sorry (Y/n)-sama! Wind turbine!”

“Hahaha were you meaning to catch me? Nice try Mare but I got your ring~!”

“W-what?! Oh?! Oh no!?”

“Hahaha, I’ll just borrow it until next time.”

But you still visit your dear brother

After all, he is your twin

You just have to watch out for the latest artifact that has you bound to him

#yandere overlord #yandere overlord demiurge #yandere overlord mare #yandere overlord anime #yandere overlord albedo #yandere overlord ainz ooal gown #yandere ainz ooal gown #yandere x reader #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere nazarick x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere harem

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frankenfaandom · 2 years

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The Ghouls and how they feel about you cuddling the Copia Plush

✨ft. My photo✨

Ps. I've only ever written for Dew before so, I apologize if they seem out of character. And if things are repetitive, it's 3am and I'm so tired.

Warnings: there are slight sexual undertones for Rain but that's it

Dew

How he feels: Dew gets severely jealous. This demon will hide the plush when you're not home--places like up the chimney, under the bed, in the cabinet behind the food you haven't touched for months. He's tempted to destroy it, but he knows it means a lot to you, so he'll just keep on hiding it. For now.

How he deals: When Dew finds you cuddling the plush, he growls a little bit and huffs around. He throws a little demon temper tantrum until you put the plushie away and pull him into your arms instead. Even then, his tail still swats and hits the bed, hard, showing he's still angry regardless of his purring.

Mountain

How he feels: Mountain couldn't really care less. He doesn't mind the plush at all, albeit it's a tad bit creepy and he hates to wake up at 3am to see it staring at him when all your tossing and turning shifts it his way. He smiles at your enthusiasm though, silently basking in the joy it brings you.

How he deals: when he finds you cuddling with the plushie, Mountain can't help but break out in a confused smile. What is happening? "Is that.. Copia?" You'd nod, ready to hear what he's about to say but he just chuckles and shakes his head. "You're adorable. I'm next for a cuddle session, though."

Cirrus

How she feels: This woman thinks it's absolutely adorable that you cuddle a plushie version of her boss. She knows how much he and she and the band mean to you, so she doesn't say anything against it. Even if it is a bit silly to see, she loves how happy you are regardless.

How she deals: When she walks in on you cuddling the plushie for the first time, she had to leave the room to avoid blushing so hard. It was such a sweet scene, your eyes were closed and you had a small smile on your face. She felt her ears turn pink as she walked back into the room just to watch you as you slept and hugged the little red monster closer to your chest.

Rain

How he feels: Rain would rather a little version of his boss wasn't on the bed he likes to do... hellish things to you on... but as long as the copia plush is not in the bed when he wants to pounce, he's fine with it being there. He's jealous, yes. Will he admit it? Never. He would also much rather you have a plushie of himself...

How he deals: When he first sees you and the copia plush, he walks straight past you and to the dresser. Then does a double take-- "What is that?" You answer him innocently, hugging the plushie closer as you close your eyes. "Did I let you get that lonely? I'm sorry baby... wait, why didn't you get one of me?"

Swiss

How he feels: Anything you enjoy, he enjoys. He's called the multi-ghoul for a reason, and he's up for anything! Especially adding an extra special little guy to your cuddle sessions. He thinks it's sweet you have a reminder in the safety of your bed of his band, even if it isn't specifically him in your bed.

How he deals: The first time he sees you cuddling with the plush, he audibly "awe"s, and puts his hands up to his face dramatically. "You're so damn cute, look at that thing." He sits down beside you on the bed and brushes some hair from your face, leaning down to kiss your forehead before turning to the plush. "Don't go stealing my partner, boss."

Cumulus

How she feels: She thinks the plushie is mighty cute, and will occasionally borrow it for a cuddle session if you're away--mainly because it reminds her of you. And it smells like you since it's your comfort toy. She has no problem with you cuddling him, she thinks it's quite adorable.

How she deals: First time the ghoulette finds you cuddling copia plush? Her tail wags happily and she climbs in bed with you. Her long nails make work combing through your hair, helping you relax. She's such a sweetheart, she melts at the blissful expression you wear as you sleep with the lil guy in your arms.

Aether

How he feels: Aether... yeah, he already has one. But now there are two and you're cuddling with both? He's happy that you like it, and he's even happier that there's a new addition to the overflowing plushie collection he has!

How he deals: He jumps in bed, and big spoons the three of ya. His tail wraps around you and he hides his face in the nape of your neck, wrapping his hands around to hold you AND the two copia plushies in his arms. Is he purring? He's purring <3

Sunshine

How she feels: Sunshine is... indifferent? She doesn't mind one way or another, but she definitely doesn't think it's cute. It's... certainly interesting. And the fact that you cuddle and sleep with him is a little silly, she'll admit. She thinks it's sweet that you show enough interest in her band, especially one of her good friends and boss-- Copia.

How she deals: She wouldn't be caught dead cuddling the thing, but she absolutely tucks it in when she leaves for the day. What? It makes you feel nice when you get home! When she first finds you cuddling it, she's a bit confused as to what ball of bright red yarn you were holding, but seeing how ecstatic you were to have gotten him, she just smiled and gave you a kiss. "Well, I mean, if you like him..."

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vasyandii · 3 months

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KruegerNak FIC- PLUMERIA

Synopsis: Nak tries a cigarette, talks before a mission.

Warnings: Mentioning of Drugs, Smoking, Violence, Murder

Word Count: 1,000+

Type: Casual, dialogue heavy

Characters: Sebastian Krueger, Phayvanh "Nak" Sotsvahn

Creator Notes: This is actually the most I've ever written in my life xD have fun

Sop Ruak; Chiang Saen, Thailand. It’s the heart of The Golden Triangle; Laos was just across from where they stood. Nausea rarely gripped her, but being here was too close for comfort. The Mekong River was the only thing separating her from what she had two years ago.

It felt familiar, almost nostalgic—if she could even call it that.

She's never been fond of Counter Narcotics Operations; interdictions specifically. Nikolai proposed that Phayvanh's first hand experience with this area would be useful during their time in the East. The setup, at least for larger trafficking operations, was always the same; outdoor labs, “product” stored in barrels or polypropylene woven sacks.

Maybe her feelings are more akin to regret.

“Light.” Sebastian requests, leaning against the guard rails overlooking the Mekong, an unlit tip of a cigarette dangling from his lips. That snapped her out of her introspection.

She pats her pockets, nothing. Fuck, was it like her to be so forgetful?

“Don't got one.”

“Right.” He murmurs, retrieving his own to light for himself.

“Why even ask?” Phayvanh squints, scowling.

A smirk plays across his lips, tendrils of smoke spiraling from them, “I like it when you light them for me.”

That son of a bitch.

“Drop dead.” She mutters, not wanting to look at him after his ridiculous confession.

That got a chuckle out of Sebastian before a silence settled in. It felt uncomfortable, something she’s not used to feeling with him. Maybe it's just her.

It wasn't like she could ignore and forget where she was even for a moment– the humidity in the air, the smell of leaves that were too sickeningly sweet– it's all overwhelming. Not to mention that damn sight in front of them. Maybe that's why he smokes? It Feels like she could break out in hives or have her hair turn gray.

“May I?” She holds out her hand.

Sebastian gives her a skeptical look, cigarette perched comfortably between his fingers. “Thought you didn't do shit like this.”

“You're going to die sooner because of it, might as well catch up.” Phayvanh utters, waving a dismissive hand.

“Fair.” He hands her what remains of his cigarette.

Her fingers awkwardly held it up; more familiar with handing them out than holding one. Phayvanh tentatively brought the borrowed cigarette to her lips. As she inhaled, a harsh burn seared her throat, and a sudden fit of coughing overtook her. The acrid taste lingered, catching her off guard.

“You're supposed to inhale, you know.” Sebastian watches with amusement.

She couldn't help but shoot him an exasperated glare between coughs; a miserable attempt of recovery as the acrid sting from the back of her throat shoots back out.

“So much for trying to catch up with me, huh, Schatzi?” He teased, retrieving what remained from the cigarette , Sebastian expertly drew another lungful before tossing it somewhere on the ground.

"So much for that" She grumbles, finally being able to speak properly.

Krueger smirks, nudging her shoulder with his.

“Want to try that again?” He goads, giving the end of her ponytail a light tug.

Phayvanh swats his hand away “Not really. I thought it'd have more..you know.”

"Tastes like shit and kills you slowly, Phay." He shrugs. "It doesn't offer much in the realm of comfort or relief.”

"I want it to." She sighs, overlooking the Mekong."I feel like I'm back to where I started again.”

A silence settles between them, only the hum of insects and faint splashing of water. "This place isn't Laos," Sebastian says finally after what felt like an eternity.

"But that place is." Phayvanh's eyes direct him to look the strip of land across the river. “And we have to go back there.”

Sebastian follows her gaze. "Are you up for it?" He doesn’t add anything, just leaves the question to hang there in the space between them

The words seem to not want to come out. Phayvanh makes a vague gesture with her hands, hoping he gets what she's trying to say.

"Wow, you should become a spokesperson. Really got me raring to go." he says with a dry grin.

“Don’t be a dick.” She complains, wanting to sulk a little longer.

"Too late for that," Sebastian retorts,the smirk on his face tightens; he gazes at Phayvanh as if he's challenging her to toss another insult.

“I don’t know where I stand in this anymore,” she vents out.

“Bullshit.” Krueger cuts through any potential excuse or argument Nak could throw up against him. “Right now is not the time for a fucking existential crisis."

His curt tone stings worse than when she had taken a puff from earlier -

“What if he's there?” She gives him an incredulous expression- just what right does he have giving life lectures?

Sebastian's gaze sharpens. He doesn't need to ask who she is referring to - he knows.

The snake of the Laotian underworld, mingled with blood and fear.

“He’d kill me.”

“Not if I’m there.” Sebastian chuckles

"He’d kill you first."

"Then we kill him," he replies, as if they were discussing the weather instead of plotting murder.

“..What?” She takes a step back.

Phayvanh had to do a double take at Sebastian's words. Kill him? She was lucky enough Kapano didn't send anyone after her the first time she tried.

"We kill Vang." he repeated,

"No." She lets out a small laugh of disbelief, it eased her more than she liked to admit "Is the heat getting to your head? There's no guarantee we'll even run into him.”

"No guarantee, no," Sebastian concedes with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. He then leans in to look at her directly.

"But you and I both know this world isn't kind enough for sweet coincidences." His voice lowered into a whisper "This is your chance Nak-- One bullet- just one can send him straight back to the sty he slithered out from”

"What, so we go out of our way to find him? I can't do that Sebastian." Phayvanh reasoned, crossing her arms.

"That bastard has had a chokehold on your neck since you were old enough to walk,” Sebastian retorts, he knows he's not wrong “It's deserved.”

She wasn't stupid. Naga would cut off the hand she used to stab him with. Then he would use it to do the same thing she did to him years ago; he'd get away with it as well.

“It's not about that, I could lose my job. Isn't this against protocol?" She reminds “He's not a target.”

"No one's going to care if that bastard drops dead, Phay." He urged her

It was clear she considered it for a second.

"I'll take care of it- You just have to be there with me. Like always.”

“You wouldn't.”

"You underestimate me." Sebastian scoffs. "I’d have his head put on a tray for you, Phayvanh.”

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nastylittleghouls · 2 months

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Nepenthe(s)

Relationship(s): Aether/Dewdrop, Mountain/Dewdrop

Rating: Teen

Words: about 2.1k

Summary: Lucifer is more benevolent to his children than God. Dewdrop has always been a firm believer in that. That doesn‘t make existing without his mate any easier.

Warnings: Major Character Death, grief, mentioned Drug use, religious lore, unhealthy coping mechanisms, weed-induced weirdness about pre, implied disordered eating, unintentionally funny metaphors

Notes: Special thanks to @askingforthesun for allowing me to borrow elements of their fic (also MCD, be warned, but so good. Go read! ) and general lore so I could release this little thing into the wild. Hopefully, you won’t regret letting me into your sandbox. 😉 I recommend listening to the song I used as an intro during the second half of this fic (It'll be linked there) Unbeta‘ed as usual.

AO3 link for the so-inclined

You taught me the courage of stars before you left How light carries on endlessly, even after death With shortness of breath You explained the infinite And how rare and beautiful it is to even exist I couldn't help but ask for you to say it all again I tried to write it down, but I could never find a pen I'd give anything to hear you say it one more time That the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes - Saturn- Sleeping at last (or, Dewdrop reminiscing about Aether)

Plants behaving badly: murder and mayhem is playing on the TV. The still ongoing consequence of a shared joint, Mountain lamenting the lack of variety in his collection of carnivorous plants, and a turned too serious debate about which ghoul is the most alike to any of the aforementioned plants. Mountain can‘t let shit like this go. He has to be right and he’ll present proof.

Therefore, sometimes things that happen in the greenhouse don’t stay in the greenhouse. They occupy the common room in the ghoul wing.

Mountain has their enormous pack blanket wrapped around them both, Dew‘s head resting partly in his armpit and halfway on a pec, his legs across Mountain‘s thighs. Mountain’s hand is absentmindedly rubbing over a weirdly raised stitch on Dew‘s knee. Courtesy of Dew taking care of rubbed-through fabric himself. It’s actually kind of nice to feel the thread pressing into his skin.

Dew’s only half listening to Mountain explaining why this is his favorite documentary about carnivorous plants and how it‘ll show Dew why he‘s right. His attention is a mess on a good day. If he's not holding his guitar or praying, his memory is even worse. Now the weed does the rest to scatter his mind all over the place.

Mountain squeezes Dew a little too hard when the sundew finally makes an appearance. It’s uncomfortable. Even so, it helps Dew to fully focus on the right now. „See? That’s you!“

Dew narrows his eyes at the screen. He still doesn’t see his point. „And I repeat, the fuck? How?“

„With your pre. It‘s like, extra thick. Little pearls all over the red tip of your dick when you get all needy. Smells and tastes delicious. It’s a ghoul mouth trap“, Mountain emphasizes with a gesture at the screen, a dopey weed-induced grin on his face, barely managing to duck his head away when Dew half-heartedly swats at him.

„You‘re a fly then, the way you always buzz around me despite the threat of certain death, begging for a taste.“

A faint blush appears on Mountain‘s cheeks and his eyes drop down between Dew‘s thighs, licking his lips. Intention clear. His nostrils flare to see if he can catch that sweet scent. If Dew‘s in the mood to indulge him.

There is- nothing. Not a hint of arousal. Not even Dew’s natural smokey aroma. Yet, he’s not disappointed. The fact that Dew is here with him, willingly allows himself some mundane enjoyment, already feels like so much.

Even more so when Mountain thinks about how often Rain had gone to the cathedral to check on him throughout the last months, how Mountain had found him earlier, sleeping surprisingly peacefully in the pew after missing yet another meal. His prayer beads wrapped so tightly around his hand that the indents were still faintly shimmering on his skin now. And Mountain had had enough. He had scooped him up and carried him into the greenhouse where this whole thing had started and now; it almost feels like a usual night before their world had been tipped upside down again. Almost.

It’s a silver lining.

„If anything, I‘m a bee. I only go for the tasty shit and sleep with the prettiest of flowers“, he counters, so confidently with his flat chest puffing out and everything, it‘s making Dew snort. That‘s truly his earth ghoul right here.

“I can’t tell if you’re calling me pretty or just want to fuck your plants”, Dew teases with feigned thoughtfulness, flicking his fingers against the space between Mountain‘s eyebrows. It earns him a light pinch in the thigh and a mumbled: “fuck you”.

When the earth ghoul looks up again, he expects another snarky come back but Dew sends him a look that is not quite regretful but close to it. Dew’s hand moves up to pet Mountain’s hair, using it to pull him down to peck his lips.

„Not tonight.''

Those words should sound like a raincheck. What Mountain hears is an apology when there shouldn’t be one. His love for Dew is not tied to conditions like Dew sharing his body with him. Now less than ever. He wishes he had the means to let Dew know somehow without making a big deal out of it, for the fire ghouls sake, when he feels a small red rose bloom at the bottom of his horn, coming to his aid. He nods and leans in for another peck. Turns it into a proper kiss because he can and Dew lets him.

„Another time,“ he agrees and plucks the rose with a small wince, tucking it safely behind Dew‘s ear, “my pretty flower”.

The gesture makes Dew frown up at Mountain, and for a split second, it seems like the next swatting is imminent. Mountain would endure that and more. What matters is that Dew knows he is loved. But doesn’t happen. Dew just settles into his side again with a huff.

Then the narrator moves on to another plant and the moment is over. „That Butterwort is Cumulus,“ Mountain states, in a tone that indicates he expects Dew to disagree again. Instead, Dew nods, agreeably, and even adds, „Aurora too.“

As soon as the credits roll, Dew untangles himself from Mountain’s arm and the blanket and slips to his feet, brushing his lips affectionately over the earth ghoul’s hairline and the base of his horns. His smile is weary when their eyes meet again.

„Gonna hit the hay. Night, Evergreen“.

Mountain gives him a bewildered look but eagerly meets him halfway just the same when Dew moves in for a hug. It has Mountain holding him tighter than he probably should, his face tucked into Dew’s neck. He just missed this more than he had let himself think about and it feels too soon to lose it again.

“Night, Lilypad. Don‘t let the bed bugs bite.”

He watches Dew walk out of the common room until he‘s out of the door and almost swallowed by the shadows in the hallway, his mind still mulling Dew’s words over. No one has called him Evergreen since….

Clarity hits him like a well-aimed sobering punch in the gut. The almost overwhelming feeling of nausea follows suit. It‘s here. The moment he dreaded, they all dreaded, may happen. In hindsight, the signs were blatant. Dew not even trying to bargain with him about leaving the cathedral, the overly sudden surge in willingness to be social for such a long period of time when Dew had been shying away from it. All that combined with the missing natural scent, the most obvious one of them all, is unmistakable. A sure sign that fire ghouls are on the verge of leaving the physical plane of existence.

All right in front of him. The very last one left from his old pack. Eventually, he will accept it as the honor that it is. Right now, he‘s reeling.

He gives himself a mental shove and manages to call an „I love you. Sleep well“ after Dew just before he’s out of his sight.

Then his eyes turn back to the screen. Stares at it until his vision blurs. Stricken. Chest so tight he can barely breathe. His claws pierce through the thick fabric of his self-assigned greenhouse overall he hasn’t bothered to change out of yet. It takes all of his willpower to keep himself sitting on the couch right there, to not let his selfishness win to try to stop the inevitable. It’s not his right to interfere, if he even could, as painful as it is. As it will be, for a long time.

So he just sits there, helpless in his decision.

A weeping willow.

Dew ghosts through the corridors of the ministry, on a whim taking the long route to pass through the Ghouls' living quarters. The urge to hear their voices before he retreats to his hideaway is stronger than usual tonight. To lock another piece of each and every one of them once more into the respective places in his heart.

There’s a thud behind one of the closed doors, followed by Swiss’ cackling. Aeon and Aurora complain about being bullied. That exasperated yet fond sigh? Cirrus.

Rain‘s room is quiet except for the sound of running water. It draws Dew in so he pauses, lays both palms on the wooden door, and listens for a breath, maybe two. Sends a wave of affection Rain’s way before continuing his path.

He can still hear Sunshine’s laughter, after their caused chaos went either according to plan or wonderfully wrong, when he passes her abandoned room, as faded in his memories as it is. He gives her door a little salute, not trusting himself to linger there. Knows that Cumulus finds solace in sitting in there for a while during this hour, singing to her lost ray of light.

Treasures, all of them.

He takes all of them up the stone stairs into the attic with him, the soles of his shoes scruffing over the sandy surface as he recites another prayer under his breath. As if to absolve himself for his absence in the pews. The beads around his neck feel heavier with each word, making him briefly consider turning around and visiting the cathedral for a second time today but he has to admit to himself that he wouldn’t be able to get far tonight. It’s late and the call of the stars promises a little more comfort.

Rain would be thrilled at that amount of self-reflection.

The old oil lamp he grabbed on the way flickers as he lights up an incense stick with a press of his fingerpads, setting both up on the floor in front of him.

After, he settles comfortably into Aether‘s old armchair, right in front of the window. Hidden amongst Aether’s other belongings that he couldn’t squirrel away into his own room, the stars in the night sky welcoming him back through the glass. One brighter than the others, brighter than Sirius he likes to think, his very own guiding light.

Watching over him. Waiting for him.

As he recounts the constellations to himself in soothing murmurs, he traces the scar on his palm, swallowing heavily when he reaches the end before lacing his fingers together. A sad imitation of what used to be Aether’s hand engulfing his. His mind shifts to the moments he had been curled in Aether‘s lap in this very chair and played idly with his hands. Twisting his rings up and down his fingers. Tickling his palm. Relishing in their size difference, their thrumming bond, and Aether’s pleased chuffs. At times, simply lost in sharing their respective tribes’ folklore, awed at each other's way with words. At others, well…

He needs it more than ever now. That certain kind of warmth. That fullness, first and foremost in his heart.

He yearns for it with every fiber of his infernal being.

To be home.

Dew sinks further into the chair and a forgotten sense of calm washes over him. No longer is that sob stuck behind his sternum that burned as hot as the unshed tears in his eyes. No longer does he feel the urge to fight it when his eyes fall shut on their own accord. Slowly. Unhurried.

The strange coldness, coming from deep down inside him and radiating through his bones like an ache, starts to dissolve. Imperceptible, his charred skin lightens and his scarred gills heal from the fire damage. A gift of appreciation by the Prince for his unwavering devotion. Not only to the seven but to his mate as well.

Unbidden, he remembers the last time Aether prepared morning soup for him, is sure he can taste the perfection on the back of his tongue, and for once it doesn’t twist his insides into knots.

He is too tired. So very tired and giving in feels so right like nothing has for too long.

His star in the sky flares up fleetingly, and Dewdrop smiles softly to himself, the first real smile in what seems like an eternity, when he feels familiar, weightless hands rest lovingly on his shoulders. His head tilts instinctively towards the touch, dipping slightly into the sun-faded brocade of the chair cushion beside him. The merest hint of Aether‘s scent, and the salt of tears still lingering in the fabric, fill his nose.

His prayers are granted at last.

Above the stars, below the flames; finally reunited.

The affirmation of love Dew hasn‘t uttered out loud since, leaves him with a long, blissful sigh.

„I belong to you, my starlight“

Akin to a kiss, barely there, floats a caress over Dew’s lips, making good on a promise.

“Oh, my Firefly….I adore you”

With his mate’s awaited response, Dew’s chest falls peacefully for the last time. The last glowing ember turns gray. His soul follows Aether’s into the night.

Home.

#Aether Ghoul #Dewdrop Ghoul #Mountain Ghoul #Dewther #Aether/Dewdrop #Ghost band fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #Mountain/Dewdrop #MountainDew #nameless ghouls #Mountain/Dew #Mighty Feathers

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Forget me not.

Pairing: König x f!Reader ( aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: The bad news you never want to hear, and more. Takes place after Interlude two : Everyone deserves happiness.

Warning: Mature theme. TRIGGER WARNING: gun violence,blood and gore and death. English isn’t my first language. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

A/N : Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “ “The Favorite MacTavish” ” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background,

“masterlist” for more prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Staring at the screen, drumming your fingers on the desk. You can't seem to concentrate. You been typing the same sentence for the last thirty minute and making no progress at all. Decided to give up on doing your clinical reports, you dragged yourself into the staff room to make yourself a cup of tea. You been feeling very antsy all day, it's a bad sign. Everytime you feel very fidgety nothing good came out from it. Last time it was Johnny declared MIA , your poor Ma cried her heart out until him and Ghost was found a month later, alive but worse for wear.

Your thought gone back to the boys again. It has been seven weeks since they left for their mission. There had been zero contact from them, but you weren't surprised. There have been times they will be silent for weeks until just before they return home. But this time it's different. Senses are tingling. Mindlessly stirring your cup, you saw the HR manager walking by. Doing a double take when they saw you in the staff room, " Oh Mini, I was on my way to find you. Your emergency leave application has been approved." They informed you. You frowned. What leave? You weren't planning any holiday until Christmas. Your phone went off at the same time. Unknown number. You answered it after hesitating for a split second, " Hello MacTavish here." " ... Mini." The deep distinctive Manchester accent. "... Simon?" " Go home now, pack your bag. Soap will be waiting for you in one hour. Don't forget your passport." and he hung up immediately. " Wait wh... UGh". Sculling down your tea, you rush towards the locker room and grabbed your bag, not bothering to get changed you drove home as fast as you can. Throwing all the necessary stuff into the duffle bag, you send Emma a text explaining your haste departure, you heard a car pulling up in front of your flat. Seeing your brother's face , you hurryingly lock the door and throw your bag into the boot. Giving Johnny a quick kiss on the face, you bombard him with questions while he drive off towards the airport. "Johnny, what the hell is going on?, Is that a bruise on your face??? Ah Jesus did you get shot as well??!!" You reach out trying to touch him, he swat your hands away. " Ah I'm fine stop fussing. We going on next flight to Germany." He didn't elaborate further. " Who put my leaves in?" " Price managed to pull few strings. Your boss wasn't too overly impressed but a word from the high up shut them up pretty quick." You sunk back into the seat. You doubt you will get anymore answer out from him until reaching the destination. The rest of your trip was spent mostly in silence. You can see Johnny is trying to hide something. He is never good at holding secrets from you. Always can tell by his body language.

Gaz was there to pick you two up from the airport. He tries to make little chit chat with you during the car ride to... somewhere? This got you confused even more. Aren't the boys on a long term mission? " Where is Simon and Uncle Price?" "At the hospital." Soap interjected. " OH Gosh something happened to them?" " No they are fine. Don't you worry."

" Why isn't anyone telling me anything????" Gaz pulled into what looks like military hospital car park, everyone got off and he gave you a sympathetic look. As you walk further into the hospital wing, you starting to put two and two together. Johnny is here, Gaz is here, Simon and Price is fine... so that leaves... König. " Where is König?" Both Gaz and Soap stop on their track. They look at each other. Soap is getting agitated, he couldn't tell his sister the truth of this visit. He couldn't. He felt guilty. He felt responsible for what happened. " Mini... Look.." " MINI." As Gaz open his mouth to explain. Ghost appeared. You ran towards your adopted big brother and pull him into a tight hug. He return your hug and proceed to lead the group to one of the private ward, tucked away in the deepest part of the hospital. Putting his hand on the door knob, pausing for a moment, before opening it. You see Price sitting on the chair in the corner who gave you a wave as soon as he saw you, and you turn your attention to the person currently lying on the hospital bed, with all the tubes and machine attached. It's your big teddy bear, the love of your life. König. Your mind goes blank, body started to shake. Soap came up beside you and pull you in with one arm. " He's been in coma for about a week or so now. Doctor said he is in critical but stable condition. I am sorry Mini... It... It was my fault.. I should have been more aware .. " " Don't fully take the blame Johnny." Ghost sighed. " We weren't too sure what was going to happen." He patted your head. It's something he started doing lately to comfort you. " You shouldn't even be here really. Someone owed Price a huge favour, so we manage to get you here without problem." You glance at Price with gratitude. The boys left you alone with some privacy while four of them have left the hospital for military related business, but promise you one of them will take turn to stay with you during the time of your stay. You put your bag in the corner of the room, out of the way and pulled a chair in so you can sit closer to him. He look so pale. There are still some bruises on the side of his face where he took some sort of hit. Lifting your hand you run your fingers through his hair, gently down his face. Tears starting to drop. Leaning your head on his big hand, the gentle hand you love so much and cried yourself to sleep. The boys were true to their words, They take turn in shifts to stay with you. Gaz usually try to have little chit chat with you, Johnny and you usually bickers about stuff, Both you and Price sits there silently, him going through his mission files and reports, while you do some administration work on your laptop. Simon just sit there and read books. It's not until one morning about a week into your visit, Gaz has ducked out and grabbed some coffee for both of you, you notice his hand twitched a little, and he is stirred awake. Blinking his eyes few times, getting use to the bright light, he slowly turned his head. He sense your presence. His eyes met yours with a piercing look, you sense something wasn't quite right. There was no love, let alone recognition in his stare. You shrink back a little, feeling like a prey being assessed by its hunter. The next three words that came out from his mouth next made your heart shattered. " WHO are you."

#könig #könig cod #könig x reader #könig x you #könig x y/n #call of duty #konig x you #konig call of duty #konig x y/n #konig x reader

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satashiiwrites · 11 months

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Family, Familia, ‘Ohana: Chapter 10: FUBAR

Yeeting! Finally!

Title: Family, Familia, ‘Ohana: Chapter 10: FUBAR

Fandom: 911, H50, SWAT

Pairings: Buddie, McDanno, platonic Deacon/Hondo

Fic summary:

When one family seems lost another comes back from the past. But does Buck want to return to the past or live in the present? And does his present lead to a future he wants? Only he can answer these questions but Steve at least will be there to support him.

Chapter Summary:

Buck learns what arrangements Eddie’s made for Christopher after being informed he’s missing. The 5-0 task force reaches out to LA and the search is on. Meanwhile, Eddie finds himself far from home and makes a new friend.

Tags/warnings: content warning for panic attack this chapter. Navyseal!Buck, angst all the angst!, eddie is kidnapped! Timeline what timeline, possibly unreliable narrators, oblivious boys, alternative universe, 911 post lawsuit-era.

Read chapter here on AO3

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arcanarubinaito · 3 months

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Borrowing Clothes

This is rough, unedited, and kinda rushed! I’ll probably edit it later because there’s a lot of missing content, but I wanted to get the rough parts in before the deadline XD

For this Vesuvia Weekly prompt, I thought I’d indulge in a bit of writing that isn’t necessarily canon to Muriel and Auric’s story, but sweet nevertheless.

This takes place in what I’d call the “Heart Hunters/Tales Universe”, where it’s clear the routes haven’t taken place but there’s still a relationship between any given LI and the MC. Great for writing character dynamics and interactions, in a sort of nebulous adjacent setting without a clear storyline.

Summary:

It’s a cold day, and Auric wants to spend it bundled up with his favorite person.

Tags:

SFW (<18), 1.2k Words, Vesuvia Weekly, Borrowing Clothes, Muriel, Muriel of the Kokhuri, Auric Alnazar, Auric the Apprentice, Apprentice OC, Original Character(s), Romantic Relationship(s), Muriel/Auric, Muriel/OC, Fluff

It was an unusually cold day. Auric shivered as he made his way down the trail, gripping his shawl around him for what little warmth it could offer him. A basket was slung over one arm with a loaf of Selasi’s pumpkin bread wrapped in cheesecloth, a small bottle of black mead, and some smoked eel parcled off to the side. It was a rare treat to visit Muriel’s hut these days, so he figured it called for something special. A little something in exchange for how often Muriel had to come into the city just so they could see each other.

The shop kept him busy, but with any luck Auric would be able to rent the space out to someone else soon. He just needed the chance to discuss it with Asra first.

A gust of wind buffeted against Auric’s side, carrying with it the salty sea air and a few leaves that found purchase in his hair. With a huff, he swatted at the stray vegetation and tried to clear it all away and make himself look at least a little more presentable.

The door opened before Auric had the chance to even knock, Muriel’s massive form lurking in the doorway. He was wearing his cloak, a sign that he had been about to leave. Surprise flitted over Muriel’s features as they stared at one another, before the larger man shuffled awkwardly to the side to let him in. “I didn’t think you were coming today.” Muriel murmured, watching Auric step inside. He glanced out at the overcast sky, and Auric understood what he meant.

“I said I would, didn’t I?” Auric replied, bustling over to the table to set the basket down. Inanna was stretched out by the fire, lazily swishing her tail back and forth as she watched both of them. Their eyes met for a moment before Inanna huffed softly and turned to rest her head lazily over her paws, closing her eyes. The apprentice smiled faintly before turning his attention back to unpacking the basket.

“You did…” Muriel pulled his cloak off, hanging it back up on the wall. He made his way over to where Auric stood, hesitating for a brief moment before wrapping his arms around the smaller man from behind. As always, the hug was as loose as possible; and as always, Auric rested one hand over Muriel’s arm and leaned back against him, guiding his arms to hold him a little closer. “It’s also cold.” The hermit murmured against the top of Auric’s head. “You’re cold.” There’s a brief pause before one of Muriel’s hands lifted, picking a stray leaf out of the apprentice’s hair.

Auric’s mouth twitched. He could tell Muriel’s eyes were fixed solely on the food he’d brought, and Auric carefully unwrapped the small packages. The smell of spices and eel wafted through the air, a very odd combination but not entirely unpleasant. “Ah, but I’m warm now.” Auric took one of Muriel’s hands and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles. “I’m already forgetting how chilly it is outside.” Muriel grumbled softly in response before he pulled away to fetch the two plates and cups he owned.

“... are you staying tonight?” Muriel asked quietly, setting the wooden dishes out carefully. Auric cut a couple slices off the loaf, serving it and the eel onto both plates while Muriel uncorked the bottle and poured a bit of mead in both cups. While the question was worded one way, it meant another thing entirely; ‘I don’t want you walking home tonight in this weather.’

“I’d like to.” Auric reached across the table after they both sat down, and Muriel took his hand. Three soft squeezes; I love you. Muriel gave four more in return; I love you too.

-<>-

They slept in. Or well, Muriel slept in. Auric could never sleep too long once the sun was up, but he was more than content to rest in Muriel’s arms until he woke. He gazed out the window, taking in the swirling patterns of frost and light amount of snow that had settled in the clearing just outside. He snuggled in closer to Muriel, pulling the furs a little further over them. The fire had died down during the night, making the morning a bit chilly against his bare skin.

Muriel stirred a little, pulling Auric a little closer with a soft grumble. He pressed his face into the pillow with his mouth resting against the back of the apprentice’s head and his warm breath blew through Auric’s hair in soft huffs. A few minutes more, and Muriel’s eyes finally fluttered open with reluctance.

“Morning.” Auric brushed a soft kiss against Muriel’s cheek, taking quiet delight in the way the hermit’s cheeks reddened. He crossed his arms over Muriel’s chest and rested his head over them, idly tracing a heart over where Muriel’s beat.

The larger of the two men blinked the sleep out of his eyes, not yet sitting up. His hand lifted to brush some of Auric’s hair out of his face, curling the multicolored strands around his fingers loosely in an idle gesture of affection. “Morning.” Muriel’s voice rumbled, deep and croaky with early morning drowsiness. Auric could see the other’s lips curve slightly, a warm and sleepy smile.

It took a while for them to get up and moving, but Auric wasn’t in a rush. The shop was closed today and he didn’t have any errands to run until later that afternoon. There were plenty of little sleepy kisses exchanged between them until finally Muriel was awake enough to get up. They both shivered a little in the chilly morning air, and Muriel was quick to tuck the furs back around Auric until he could get the fire started again.

Breakfast was leftover pumpkin bread warmed by the fire, filling the hut with the scent of warm spices mixed with myrrh. They ate on the floor near the fire this time, Muriel listening as Auric rambled about his dreams.

When it finally came time for Auric to leave, Muriel gently grabbed his arm to stop him before he reached the door. In his other hand, the hermit held the scarf Auric bought him months ago. “Wait,” He murmured, draping it over Auric’s shoulders and fussing with it for a moment. “It’s still cold out.”

Auric was frozen for several seconds before he reached up to take his hands, his eyes shining softly. “Thank you.” He said softly, stretching up as far as he could to brush a kiss against Muriel’s cheek. The man’s face was flushed, his eyes focused on everything else but him for a little bit before he finally dragged his gaze to meet Auric’s.

“Just… bring it back when you visit next time.” Muriel mumbled, dipping down to brush a very brief kiss against Auric’s cheek in return. His hand reached out to open the door, the other pulling out of Auric’s grasp to grab his own cloak. “I’ll um… walk you to the city.” He added quietly.

The apprentice smiled, taking Muriel’s hand. With his other, he gently grasped onto the scarf wound around his neck and pulled it up to partially cover his face against the cold as they set out together.

#the arcana #the arcana game #arcanarubinaito #rubin’s writing #vesuvia weekly #borrowing clothes #the arcana muriel #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel the hermit #the arcana mc #auric the apprentice #auric alnazar #muriel x mc #auric x muriel

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dazaaaai · 8 months

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Ok I only have a few ways of proving this guy is a reference to Appleseed (Masamune Shirow's unloved stepchild to Ghost in the Shell) BUT NO ONE CAN FOR SURE PROVE IT'S NOT

So basically my issue is the usage of the term "Hecatonchires" aka hundred-handed ones. The first time the term is heard is when we see Chuuya's entrance in Chapter 95/Episode 56, where it's the name of a team. The second usage of the term is during Chapter/Episode 57, the character, Briareus, a security officer, refers either to himself as having the strength of a hundred-hands or having an ability equal to the strength of a hundred-hands. So either "Hecatonchires" refers to a TEAM, a PERSON, or an ABILITY.

Now, in Greek mythology, the Hecatonchires were, of course, the hundred-hands ones, super-strong workmen. Briareus was the most famous one. In Appleseed, which borrows almost all of its names from Greek mythology, uses the term "Hecatonchires" to refer to the cybersystem integrated into the brain, which helps cyborgs to control their limbs. More than one person can be a Hecatonchires cyborg. The protagonist of Appleseed, is, of course, Briareos. He makes use of "Hecatonchires" as his surname.

Now, obviously this blond, non-cyborg guy who only shows up for one page/minute in BSD is more likely to be a reference to straight-up Greek mythology than another animanga, HOWEVER, here's points in my favor:

He's NOT overtly based on an author or the literary work of one of the other characters

Asagiri does NOT typically make use of references to Greek mythology/it's not his modus operandi

When you Google the name, Appleseed comes up BEFORE the myth, since it's not a relatively popular one

He is NOT Japanese

His appearance is just brief enough to function as a cameo

SIXTH AND MOST IMPORTANTLY: he works in SECURITY

Briareos in the Appleseed canon works as a security officer: first for the Special Security Forces, where he meets the other protagonist, Deunan, and then they work together in E-SWAT. If the Briareus in BSD had literally any other career or we saw his ability and he literally had a hundred arms or was super-strong or something, I'd write it off as a mythology reference. Otherwise? That guy is Briareos to ME (AND he goes through a horrible accident that should otherwise kill him. So maybe he'll come back as a cyborg. If I'm lucky.) AND I know that Asagiri DOES occasionally borrow inspiration from other media so why not

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #appleseed #briareos hecatonchires #bsd season 5 #bsd s5 #bsd 5 #bungou stray dogs season 5 #briareus #that or it's a reference to dante or christie #they liked their greek myths too #EVEN SO i think it's convenient that he's a security officer!!!#text #anime #manga

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mihrsuri · 11 months

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I haven’t actually written a character like Tommy before and I wasn’t planning to but it’s like, it’s an interesting writing challenge. Because what if someone is all their legend (fantastic compliment way) and more? What if you do actually have a superman who is genuinely, sincerely That Amazing A Person/Leader. So some randomfacts about Prince Thomas/King Thomas I aka my OC oldest son of Anne Boleyn.

Was a climber/explorer as a toddler, mostly because he wanted to Help. This did mean he was once found toddling happily down towards the stairs after climbing out of his cradle though.

Occasionally gets migraines (storm related) and thus invented an early version of an ice pack.

Will ask to pet any dog he encounters and is delighted to meet all of them.

Adopted by a tiny fuzzy black kitten like my saati @lemonsharks Cassie Cat and also like his namesake dad (one of two dads) because I will borrow that from Wolf Hall.

Best Listener. Also he’s a cuddler. Illustration below from my actor headcast:

(Tommy = Patrick Gibson aka guy in white vest)

Built his wife a hamam complex with mosque, gardens and a public library and school that everyone could use because he’s like that.

Legit carried all his children around proudly when they were small and even when they were grown would stop to offer them hugs.

His wife calls him her dawn, for Sappy Reasons. Also his favourite flowers are bluebells (kindness) and daisies and pink roses (also for symbolic reasons and because I think he’d like them)

Demisexual (I honestly say he’s purely Mihrimah only person because he is not interested otherwise. This is also hilarious because Mihrimah’s actual view of people trying to seduce him is a deadpan “it’s hilarious that you think I’d even notice you enough to care” and that is true. Unless someone tries to hurt him and even then she will swat them away without breaking a sweat.

Loves spicy food. I think his favourite dessert is gingerbread related.

#tudors ot3 verse reference #ot3: political power trio #children of the trio facts #otp: gold like daylight

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uncreative-little-shit · 2 years

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Haikyuu Boys When- You Toss Your Book

including: Kuroo Tetsuro, Bokuto Koutaro

genre: fluff

warnings: none

Kuroo

It was a Saturday, and Kuroo was over at your house to hang out. However, you had been spending most of your day reading the new book you had just got. He was laying on your bed with you, scrolling on his phone as you read, when he decided to go to your kitchen to grab a snack. As he was closing your cabinet, he heard a thud and muffled movement coming from your room. Crackers abandoned, he went to go see if you were ok. When he walked in, he saw your book on the floor and your head stuffed in a pillow at the foot of the bed. “Hey” he said as he walked towards you, sitting next to your laying figure. “You good kitten?” You looked up with tears in your eyes, responding with a curt “no” and then burying your face back in the pillow. Before he could ask what happened thought, you picked up your book off the floor and held it in one of your hands. “I’m just so pissed off, he was my favorite character and he went and did that! like an idiot! and I’m so upset because I loved his character so much and-” you go on rambling about your book and how sad it was but how good it was at the same time, and Tetsuro couldn't help but look at you with a warm smile. You finished with a huff, and he took this as a sign to talk himself. Lacing his fingers with yours and asked, “Will you be alright then?” You smiled at your boyfriend and replied with a simple, “I’ll probably never recover no.” Grins wide on both your faces now, he leaned over and kissed your forehead. Cackling as he called you an “overdramatic nerd” and you swatted him on the arm, Kuroo goes and grabs his previously forgotten snacks for the both of you. And when you finish your book later on, he’ll listen to you talk for however long if it means getting to see your adorable face whenever you’re passionate about something.

Bokuto

You had just gotten back from some errends, when Bokuto rang your doorbell. Hoping to hang out, he was a little sad to hear you already had some plans to read the book your friend had recommended to you, and let you borrow their copy. “I’m sorry Kou, you can still stay though! Even if I’m reading, I’d love to spend time with you.” And thus you were both sat on your couch, you reading and your boyfriend on his phone, arm around your shoulders. However, it was getting difficult to do so when you kept shifting in your seat, eventually opting to lay on your stomach. Koutaro sent a pout in your direction and whined, “Baby! I wanna sit with you.” You look at the dejected face of the boy in front of you, and can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. “Aww ‘m sorry love, I’m just really invested in this book.” You lift up your arm and motion to your lap. “You can lay, if you want. I promise I won’t move anymore.” Koutaro smiles and lays on you, making himself comfortable and closing his eyes. As he’s laying down, suddenly, he hears a thud. Opening his eyes once more, he looks up and sees your hands hidden in your face. “Baby? Are you ok?” He asks, but you look up and there’s a large smile on your face. One hand over your mouth, you say, “Yeah, yeah I’m alright I’m just, oh my god.” Bokuto looks at your book that is now on the floor, then back at you. “The main couple,” you continue, “They just got together and it’s so cute and oh my god, it’s just- I’m so- They’re so in love Kou.” Your smile is large, and now it’s spread to Koutaro, his grin wide as yours. Cause when you’re happy, he’s happy. “Like us?” He asks, leaning close. “Like us.” you grin back, leaning in and kissing him.

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if i only [could] .01.

Author’s Note: well... loads of people seemingly enjoyed the prologue so here is part one. I really appreciate the feedback on this fix-it fic I decided to make. Hope you enjoy part one just as much everyone!

Warnings: sano shinichiro x afab!reader, tokyo revengers spoilers, established relationship, character death/funeral, “fix it” fic, nightmares, future telling(?), dreams vs reality, dead character lives (?), AU, established relationship, borderline idiots to lovers in flashbacks, domesticated life, happy shin is best shin, eventual smut, subby!shin, dubcon (if you squint), oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, first-generation black dragons, besties with wakasa, jokes about virginity and shin’s terrible luck with women, will add more warnings if i continue.

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“Oi.”

The sharp edge of a pencil poked into your back nearly causing you to jump before glancing at the student behind you, who merely flashed you a toothy grin. A scowl formed over your features before a frustrated sigh fell from your lips. You muttered a “what” to the student who insisted on sitting behind you in all of the classes you shared.

“...can I borrow some paper?”

Rolling your eyes, you turned back to your desk before ripping out a piece of notebook paper for him. “Here.”

His grin only widened. “Thanks. I was up too late last night and forgot my notebook again.”

“You do that a lot,” you commented before turning back around to pay attention to the lesson in front of the class that is until you felt the sharp edge of a pencil poking your back again. “Sano… I’m trying to pay attention to class-”

You heard your last name being called along with Shinichiro’s being called out by the teacher as the other students in class turned to stare at you both. Heat crept up the back of your neck as you tried to hide the embarrassment trying to show on your expression. Shinichiro seemed much less bothered by the attention as he leaned back in his chair onto the hind legs as his hands rested behind his head.

“I was just asking to borrow paper,” Shinichiro commented, loudly. “You can continue your lesson.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you braced yourself for the onslaught of arguing between Shinichiro and the teacher - it had just become a common occurrence at his point. He would pester you and pester you until the teacher would have enough of the disruptions and would send him out of class with detentions.

“We weren’t doing anything wrong,” Shinichiro continued.

Another sigh fell from your lips. “Oh my god… shut up, Sano. Just-”

“You can both serve detention then since you both want to disrupt my lessons.”

“...what?!”

Shinichiro merely rolled his eyes playfully before chuckling. “See you there, princess.”

That familiar poke of the sharp end of a pencil prodded at your cheek before you brought up your hand to swat the pencil away from your face before earning a chuckle from the man on the other side of the counter. A playful scowl graced your features before snatching the pencil away from him.

“What?”

“What’s on your mind?” Shinichiro asked, leaning his forearms onto the counter. “I can tell you weren’t listening to me.”

Your eyes fluttered up to meet his dark-eyed gaze before frowning. How could you explain the strange nightmare you had last night? It felt so real, almost as if it were a glance into the not-so-distant future. What could you say that didn’t sound absolutely crazy to him?

“Just the nightmare I had last night,” you admitted softly. “It really bothered me.”

“Hey-”

You felt his hand reach up gently gripping your neck and pulling you toward him as best as he could with the counter as a barrier before planting his forehead against your own. Heat rose the back of your neck and you prayed he couldn’t tell your body temperature was rising from embarrassment. Your eyes widened. “...Shin?”

“It was just a nightmare,” he whispered. “Okay? Nothing bad is going to happen-”

“I’m close to vomiting, you two.”

The bell to the motorcycle shop’s door jingled before shutting with a slam as Shinichiro pulled away with a scowl. “Fuck you, Waka.”

“Fuck you too,” Wakasa said as he walked behind the counter with his middle finger in the air, aimed directly at Shinichiro. His eyes quickly met yours. “When you dumping this loser? We have a bet and I need to win some extra money.”

While you knew that Wakasa was merely joking, Shinichiro didn’t always get included in the joke, especially among his closest friends. He turned toward Wakasa before flashing his middle finger at him before they both began to argue. You felt the corner of your mouth tug into a smile before a giggle managed to bubble from your throat. Something so familiar made you feel safe, despite it being two best friends arguing over a fake bet at the other’s expense. Somehow, it made your anxious thoughts cease - even for a moment.

“Did you even fucking finish my bike?” Wakasa asked before sighing dramatically. “God, why do I even come here-”

“Oh fuck you, dude,” Shinichiro hissed before coming out from behind the counter and grabbing some tools. “Come here and show me what’s wrong with the damn thing - you can’t just dump it here when the shop’s closed and expect me to know what happened-”

“Useless. Why do I have a friend who owns a shop if I can’t just break in and leave my bike to get a tune-up?”

Shaking your head, you watched Wakasa and Shinichiro disappear into the back of the shop where he would often work on the bikes. The playful banter between Shin and Wakasa was again, another welcome distraction from your thoughts as you lifted yourself to sit on his counter as your legs swung back and forth.

You began to ponder if you should tell Shinichiro just how real the dream felt and that your gut was telling you that it was a warning. Would he even believe you? A sigh fell from your lips as you realized just how crazy this all sounded. What could you do? Fingers raking through your hair, you seemed lost in your own thoughts again before you heard the bell to the shop door ringing again.

“Hi Takeomi,” you said, smiling.

It was pretty common for Shin’s friends to all gather at the shop to hang out with him - even other biker gangs in Tokyo… They all seemed to flock to Shinichiro. It was something you never quite understood, knowing that he wasn’t the best fighter, despite being the founding leader of the Black Dragons.

“I’m guessing Shin’s in?”

“He’s having a lover’s spat with Waka.”

Takeomi snorted. “Of course - can I go back? I have a delivery for him.”

“Sure. He’s just in the back.”

Takeomi waved you off before disappearing into the back of the shop.

“You really suck at hiding your feelings.”

You practically jumped off the counter in surprise as you heard Wakasa’s voice right behind you. “Where did you come from?!”

Wakasa merely shrugged. “Is Shin being a shitty boyfriend?”

Sighing, you shook your head. “No. It’s not that at all. Just a bad dream I had… I don’t know why it bothered me so much, it’s not real.”

“Want a smoke?”

“Please.”

Wakasa reached into his pocket before offering a cigarette from the carton to you and then lighting it. Taking a long drag, the smoke filled your lungs before you let out a soft exhale. The nicotine fix seemed to relax your muscles. It was such a dirty habit, but it always seemed to clear your mind and relax your body.

“Better?”

“Much.”

“Tell dumbass about the dream,” Wakasa said. “He thinks he did something bad to cause you to be so quiet today. He’s practically crying in there.”

“Oh my god-”

“I AM NOT!”

Shaking your head, you walked into the back room and were immediately greeted by Shinichiro’s flustered expression. The tips of his ears were flushed red as he rubbed the back of his head with his hand. “Eh… sorry, I didn’t mean-mmgh!”

You had managed to silence your boyfriend by planting a kiss on his lips. Pulling away, you flashed him a smile before your hand came up and gently touched his cheek. The touch alone assured him that he did nothing to cause your unexplained mood. Suddenly, you pinched his cheek before tugging playfully earning a yelp of pain from your boyfriend before pouting.

“That hurts!”

“Don’t cry,” you teased before kissing the small reddened mark. “Relax… it's nothing you did. I have a lot on my mind.”

His expression grew serious before taking another step toward you. “Hey… you can talk to me, y’know.”

“I know Shin,” you whispered before crossing your arms. “I just don’t think it's anything you can remotely help with.”

“If this is about that nightmare-”

Your body betrayed you as you immediately flinched at the mention of your nightmare. Cursing yourself for telling him about it, you knew he would never drop it now if he felt it was bothering you. As absurd as it sounded, he was right. It did bother you.

His arms encircled around your body before pulling you into his chest. Heat rose to your cheeks before burying your face against his chest. Shinichiro gave you a light squeeze, trying to offer you some comfort before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. It was as if he could read your mind… He always knew what to do in order to calm your anxieties. He always knew how to make you feel safe.

“I’m about to close up shop,” he whispered as his breath brushed against your ear. “I’ll make those idiots leave so I can cheer you up.” You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as Shinichiro moved away from you and headed out to the front of the store. A few shouts at his friend before the door was slammed and he returned. His hand slipped into yours before lacing your fingers together. “Come on, princess,” he teased before tugging your arm toward the stairs that would lead up to the apartment above the shop.

Following his lead, you heard him mumble a few swears before fumbling for the light in the apartment. You shook your head before you slipped out of his grip and moved toward the sink to grab a glass from the drying rack. Turning on the faucet, you filled the glass with water before taking a sip. A small sigh fell from your lips before squeaking in surprise at two arms hugging you tightly around your waist.

His nose nuzzled against your neck as he pulled your back closer to his chest before peppering your neck with butterfly-like kisses. “...are you sure I didn’t do anything to upset you?”

Giggling, you assured him it wasn’t him with the shake of your head. You set the glass down on the kitchen counter before turning to face him. A grin spread over his lips before pushing his weight against your body, causing you to back against the kitchen counter. He gently picked you up, sitting you on the counter before stepping between your legs.

Your fingers threaded through his dark locks before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “I promise. I’m okay,” she said softly.

“I’m just worried. You seem so preoccupied-”

“I’m not breaking up with you, idiot,” you teased back.

“Promise?”

You held up your pinky. “Pinky promise.”

You earned a chuckle from your boyfriend before he mimicked your movements and interlocked your pinkies to solidify the pinky promise. “You’re such a child.”

Laughing, your hands moved to rest on his shoulders. “Can I be serious for a minute?”

“What’s up?”

“Why don’t you just move into my apartment?”

“What?”

“…it’s bigger than this one. We’ll have so much more room-”

“I like my place here. Why don’t you move in?”

“But-!”

You had convinced yourself that if that dream was some sort of a warning (or quite frankly even if it wasn’t), you could give yourself some sense of security if Shinichiro just moved into your apartment. Then, he would be at your place that night and not have a horrible accident.

It seemed like a win-win in your book.

But of course, your boyfriend had to be stubborn.

“But Shin…”

He just smiled. “I like my place here. You could always move in here,” he commented.

“There’s not enough room for two people.”

“Nonsense!” he replied before his hands moved to grope your plush thighs. “If we just stay close-”

“Shinichiro!”

He poked your cheek with his finger with a toothy grin plastered on his face. “What baby?”

A sour look fell over your features before smacking his hand away only earning him to laugh more. “Ass!”

Shinichiro hummed before leaning into your ear as his hands found their way back to your thighs, moving up the length of your legs. “C’mon,” he whispered. “Lemme help convince you~”

You slowly walked into the detention hall classroom as you clutched your textbook to your chest. Never in your life had you had to serve any detention. Frankly, you seemed out of place among these delinquents. Your eyes fell to the floor before taking a seat in the back of the classroom. Opening your textbook, you began skimming the lesson you should be learning in class.

But all thanks to Sano Shinichiro, you were now stuck here for the remainder of the day. What an asshole…

“You dumbass.”

You didn’t mean to overhear the conversation next to you but Shinichiro had decided that he would take up residence next to your desk before getting lost in conversation with his friends. Your eyes glanced at the other male student speaking with Shinichiro. You recognized one as Wakasa.

Your classmates were right.

Wakasa was a very handsome guy.

Managing to refocus yourself on the workbook in front of you, a sigh fell from your lips You had to admit that the fact you were stuck in detention for something you didn’t do - well it infuriated you. Not to mention, that you were stuck in the same classroom as the person who helped seal your fate, sitting right next to you.

“Ask her then,” you heard Wakasa say before hearing his chair creak. Your eyes slowly stole a quick glance at Shinichiro and Wakasa as Wakasa leaned back on the hind legs of his desk chair. You wondered what they were discussing as Wakasa’s hands came to rest behind his head.

Groaning inwardly, you could only imagine it was another plot of Shinichiro confessing his undying love for another girl in the school. He was known for his failure with the opposite sex, but hearing him possibly planning it - only made it seem more pathetic. It was a wide-known fact that all the girls that ever seemed to show him any interest, were doing so to get close to his best friend, Wakasa. Not that you blamed them, again… he was a handsome guy.

“...I think she hates me,” Shinichiro admitted.

“Maybe try being nicer to her,” Wakasa suggested. “Dumbass.”

You could hear the pathetic groan escape Shinichiro’s throat before he hit his head against his desk in frustration. Shaking your head, you turned back to your schoolwork before hearing the teacher call out Wakasa and Shinichiro’s names and scolding them for talking during detention. Immediately, Shinichiro apologized while Wakasa merely scoffed before they both seemingly quieted down.

“Hey-”

He was not about to speak to you, was he?”

“What?”

Shinichiro flashed a toothy grin. “Sorry about earlier, I just-”

“Just leave me alone,” you mumbled to him. “I’m trying to work on my schoolwork.”

He was quiet for just a small moment before sighing. “...hey so…”

“Sano, what do you want?”

“...I’m not very good at math,” he admitted. “Can you maybe help?”

“After what you pulled today-”

“Just help him,” Wakasa interrupted. “He’s desperate and an idiot.”

You were surprised that Wakasa would step in to attempt to help his friend gain a tutor, but at the same time, his insults seemed fairly realistic. Looking back at your textbook, you let go of the breath you were holding before glancing back at Shinichiro. Was he as dumb as his friend was making him out to be or was this some plot to torment you further? You silently agreed as you scooted your desk closer to Shinichiro’s as his dark eyes seemingly lit up.

“...is this a yes?”

“Yes, idiot,” Wakasa interjected again. “Take it - you need it.”

It was something that never changed. Somehow. Someway, Shinichiro would always convince you of his small suggestions. His head leaned against your shoulder as you remained propped up on the kitchen counter as his hand had found its way up your skirt and into your underwear. His rough fingers rubbed small circles against your clit, causing the sweetest sounds to fall from your lips.

Your lover had never been a selfish lover. No, Shinichiro was a very giving lover and often put your pleasure above his own, often commenting that even just watching you come undone would get him off. You never understood his logic, but never questioned it.

“Princess,” he whispered, pressing his thumb harder against your clit earning another cry of pleasure to tumble from your lips. “What are you thinking about?”

“N-nothing,” you managed to say as you felt his middle and index finger push against your wet folds. Your eyes rolled back as you struggled to hold onto the back of Shinichiro’s neck with your free hand. His lips brushed against the pulse point on your neck, causing you to tug him closer. “F-fuck… Shin.”

“My pretty girl is so wet,” he hissed, pushing his fingers inside of you and slowly pumping in and out. The friction was a much-needed release that you craved since he had begun playing with you. You couldn’t focus on anything but the movements of his fingers and his mouth just sucking and biting on such a sensitive place on your neck. You knew you couldn’t last much longer like this… you almost hated how easily he knew your body.

“...gonna cum,” you whined.

Shinichiro hummed in response as his pace quickened trying to edge your orgasm faster. He chuckled as he felt your body squirm and clench, knowing just how close you were getting to coming undone. He pulled away from your neck to spy on your expression, watching your eyes rolling back again as nonsense tumbled from your lips. He curled his fingers just enough to brush against that spot over and over again, sending you over the edge as your orgasm washed over your body.

He slowly removed his fingers covered in your juices before a small side smirk formed over his lips. “Fuck baby,” he joked before licking his fingers clean.

Panting, you managed to finally come down from your high before playfully shoving him back. “Shut up,” you muttered, your body tingling with the aftermath of your orgasm. You looked at him with half-lidded eyes before he took a step back toward you and kissed you roughly. A small whine escaped your throat as you felt his tongue brush against your own as the taste of your juices coated your tongue.

It was clear he was trying to rile you back up for round two.

You pulled back. “Shin…”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning. “Did I do something wrong?”

Shaking your head, you grabbed his hand and gave him a light squeeze. “No… no.”

“I thought maybe an orgasm would help cheer you up-”

“...please don’t die,” you whispered.

Shinichiro’s expression immediately changed to surprise at your statement. “Die?” he repeated.

You nodded as your eyes averted his gaze in favor of the kitchen floor.

“Hey,” he said, encircling his arms around your body and pulling you into a tight embrace. “I’m not dying any time soon. Is that… is that what you dreamt about?”

You couldn’t find your voice now but the nod you gave him was enough of an answer.

“Come on,” he whispered before wrapping your legs around his waist as your arms encircled his neck and you buried your face into his shoulder. You peaked over his shoulder and noticed he was carrying you to his bedroom before gently setting you onto the bed. You laid back, pulling the blankets over your body as you curled up into a fetal position facing away from him. His hand came up and ran along your side, trying to offer you some comfort. “Tell me what happened…”

“You died,” you admitted now sniffling back the tears that had beaded in the corner of your eyes. “You were attacked in your bike shop… you died.”

“Me? Attacked?”

“It’s not funny Shin!”

“Okay, okay,” he said, gently before laying down next to you. His arm slung over your body before hugging you against his. “I’m sorry. But baby, it was just a dream.”

“It felt real. You were dead. I was at your funeral…” you mumbled. “Waka was there. You were at your stupid shop, fixing that stupid bike for Mikey!”

“I promise,” he whispered. “Nothing bad is going to happen to me.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, asshole.”

You felt his body tense and knew he was growing just a tiny bit frustrated. You couldn’t blame him… your fear was seemingly bizarre. It was just a dream - it wasn’t the future.

“Is that why you asked me to move into your apartment?”

“...yes.”

“Babe. Look at me.”

Reluctantly, you rolled over onto your other side to face Shinichiro. He offered a gentle smile before moving his hand through your hair. “It was just a dream. It wasn’t the future,” he assured you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I am not going anywhere. You’ll have to kill me to get rid of me at this point. I’m too much in love with you to leave now.”

The tears in your eyes finally slipped down your face. He leaned in, pressing kisses to both cheeks before wiping away the tear stains on your face. “I’ll be angry if you die.”

“I know,” he said, chuckling. “...would you feel better if I did move in with you?”

Your eyes lit up. “Yes.”

“If I’m spending too much time at the shop,” he whispered. “I promise I’ll make it up to you… maybe you’re having these nightmares because I’m not spending enough time with you.”

Shaking your head, you planted a kiss on his lips trying to assure him that you never felt neglected by your attentive lover. In fact, you felt as though you were the center of the universe to him and that you were the one that wasn’t attentive enough. You paused for a moment before switching positions so you straddled his waist. His face flushed as he felt your hands toying with the edge of his white tee-shirt.

“I’m sorry that I’m being ridiculous,” you mumbled to him. “Let me make it up to you.”

“How so, princess?”

Flashing him a playful smirk, your hands slipped under the white tee-shirt before tugging it up and off of his body, revealing his well-toned chest before tracing your fingers along the lines of muscle. His hand came up to grasp your thighs again before squeezing them.

“I love this view,” he commented.

Laughing, you ground your hips against his hips as you began to feel his cock hardening in his jeans. You began to remove your top, revealing a black bra underneath. A giggle bubbled from your throat as you spied Shinichiro’s hungry eyes roving up your frame, trying to take in the entire view.

“Take that off,” he whined, using his grip to grind you against his crotch a bit faster. You smiled as your hands reached behind you and unclasped your bra and tossed the article to the floor next to the bed. Shinichiro groaned before one hand left your thigh and moved up to grope your breast, earning a breathy moan to move past your lips. “Look how perfect you are,” he praised. “Perfect for me…”

You lifted your hips off of Shinichiro’s waist before unzipping your skirt and revealing your underwear, still stained from Shinichiro’s actions earlier. His dark eyes seemed to grow darker with lust as he spied the wet spot he had made growing larger. You slowly began tugging off his jeans along with his underwear, freeing his hardening cock from the constraints of his clothing. He groaned as your fingers brushed against his erection before it stood erect against his stomach.

Licking your lips, you watched as your actions caused his cock to twitch and earn a strained moan from your lover. Your hand encircled around his erection before pumping him gently as you watched his eyes roll back and groan in pleasure again. It wasn’t often that you got to please him this way - it was more often that he was the more giving one in the relationship. You sometimes wished he would allow you to do this more often because his sinful expressions sent excited tingles to your cunt.

“You’re so pretty Shin…” you admitted.

He hummed in response. “I am?”

“Mhm,” you whispered, removing your hand from his cock earning him to whine. You lifted again as you removed your underwear and tossed it aside.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck me already…”

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing as you watched him reposition his cock so you could easily lower yourself onto it. “Ready?” you questioned softly before he shot you an annoyed look. Laughing again, you slowly lowered yourself onto his length before a breathy moan escaped your lips. Shinichiro's hands went to your hips, tightening his grip as he thrust up into you with a loud groan.

You began to meet his rhythm as you began to bounce on his cock faster. You couldn’t understand how out of all the girls he had attempted to date - that you were the lucky one that said yes. Your eyes rolled back again as your felt his cock stretch just enough to edge right on that edge of a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, but at the same time…

“Fuck,” you cried out, your hands resting on his chest. Your mind became cloudy as the coil in your stomach grew tighter with each thrust. Shinichiro’s cries underneath you were become louder as well, signaling he was close to his edge as well. “Shin,” you whimpered. “I’m close.”

“Me too, baby,” he groaned.

You increased your pace once again and this time you felt as though you couldn’t take anymore. Your body tightened as you felt another wave of pleasure wash over you before clenching your legs. Shinichiro moaned out your name, feeling your pussy clench around his erection before spilling his seed into you. Panting, you fell forward, burying your face into your lover’s neck, feeling his length softening inside of you but not dating to move just yet.

“God that was amazing…”

You giggled, pressing a kiss behind his ear before his hand came up and threaded through your hair. His body moved a bit as if trying to adjust before you whined. “No… stay like this,” you whispered. “Just a bit longer.”

“Just a bit longer,” he whispered back to you before you settled against him and you closed your eyes. “I’ll start bringing my stuff over to your place tomorrow…”

“Mhm…”

If what you had dreamed about were to come true, this way, it would never come to pass. Your body relaxed against Shinishiro before you finally gave into the slumber that was tugging on your tired body. You had to make sure that he would survive. No matter what.

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