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[just-jordie-things]

Can you do 58 with Megumi but make it something like enemies to lovers 😊 love your writing so so much

58: Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/On The Bed

**aged up characters!!** ___

megumi didn't think he was capable of despising someone this much. you got under his skin and you knew it. you'd settle in there, nestling- twisting- clawing- seemingly making yourself at home. and it didn't matter if he ignored you or if he'd snap at you with quick, bitter insults, you were an irremovable thorn in his side.

when he first met you, megumi was indifferent. you were a decent enough sorcerer that you handled your own so he wasn't thrown into training with you like gojo had him do with yuuji, and honestly, you were closer with nobara anyways, so you spent most of your time hanigng out with her.

but god, if megumi could take back that first mission he'd been sent on with you, he would. he'd get on his knees and beg that man-child of a teacher not to send him with you.

because as it turns out, he hated being assigned on exorcisms with you. you had a powerful cursed technique and you were quite confident in using it. too confident.

you were reckless.

it seemed no matter the threat you were throwing yourself on the front line, your weapon of choice imbued with the blue energy or your cursed energy, your excitement and blood lust evident. you took almost a twisted joy in exorcizing curses. megumi thinks this is the reason you were always running into the threat of a curse head first, refusing to strategize with him, and refusing to look at the big picture.

this meant that more often than not, you found yourself in the infirmary after your assignments. you always had scrapes and bruises, occasionally broken bones or concussions, too. he couldn't believe that you were so negligent, time and time again. it was like you didn't even care about getting hurt, it was like you almost enjoyed it.

the last time megumi had been partnered up for an assignment, he'd had to carry your unconscious body to shoko himself. after brazenly climbing a rather large second-grade curse, hooking your blades into it's scaly back as if you were rock climbing, you'd exorcized it with a strong swing to it's neck, sending it's head plummeting to the ground- just a few feet in front of megumi, mind you, so he'd been covered in blood so putrid he'd almost thrown up.

in your victorious pride you'd failed to realize that decapitating the beast at your height was a foolish choice, as now you were falling to the ground with a crack! that had a chill going down megumi's spine with fright. when you didn't get up right away, he'd had the manager of this assignment on the phone before he even reached you.

it makes his blood boil just thinking about it now. you'd sprained your wrist from awkwardly trying to brace yourself too late, and you'd hit your head against the pavement, hard. when megumi had lifted you, the blood had already made your hair wet and sticky, and it pooled into his hand at a speed that megumi was sure meant death was imminent. honestly he couldn't believe you'd gotten to shoko in time.

you'd been out for six days. and when you awoke, he'd screamed your ear off about how ridiculous your actions were, how if he could help it he'd never partner with you again. you were conscious for it, still fighting off a splitting headache, but you'd heard every word and you knew he meant it. you'd barely said anything, just let him rant and pace around your cot until he got it all out of his system. however, before he left, you tiredly called him a coward before you drifted back to sleep.

despite your mutual distaste in working together, you'd only been put on a small break from being partnered up- and that was mostly due to your healing period. the last month and a half of megumi working alone, or with yuuji and nobara, was only a vacation of not working with you because gojo made sure to throw a few easier assignments your way while your arm healed and the stitches at the bottom of your skull and into the nape of your neck had begun to properly scar.

once you'd regained full mobility and strength, it was only a matter of time before you were thrown into an assignment with megumi again.

because the truth of the matter, was that you worked perfectly together.

even with you swinging your weapons with abandon, megumi seemed to be able to read your every move before you made it. he chalked that up to simply knowing how to match his partner's fighting style, but gojo always insisted the pair of you shared a synergy like no other.

megumi thinks gojo just liked throwing fancy business words around to confuse people, and maybe that worked with the others, but he always rolled his eyes at that word.

because to him anyone could have synergy if they fought alongside each other for long enough- at least this is what megumi convinced himself of.

he'd never really thought twice about how with one look, you were able to switch off fighting styles- sometimes this even meant throwing your weapons towards one another- and you would take defense while he took offense- etc. he'd never really thought about how even though it felt like he had to keep an eye on you, your exorcism-driven rage meant you were always ready for an attack, and that made you more than capable of watching his back too.

and he especially hadn't noticed how his shikigami seemed to have his same ability of predicting your next move, too.

even if he conjured nue for a surprise attack from the sky, if you happened to be in trouble, the owl-like shikigami was swooping to your aid. if your weapon was knocked out of your grasp, his divine dog was leaping in to cover you with snapping fangs. if he summoned the toads, one always seemed to flutter up to your shoulder to watch your back. and god forbid he went for rabbit escape- damn things loved to swarm you with fluff and nuzzles.

and tonight's assignment was no different. except that you've been sent overseas. and except that maybe that it's the first time he does notice his shikigami's parter

his divine dog is darting out of his sight suddenly, and megumi notices instantly this time, seeing as he'd just commanded it to go after this curse's throat, and instead it's running in your direction.

bewildered, megumi whirls around, watching as it barks and howls as it runs to you.

you, who's laying on the ground.

when did that happen? fuck! what happened? fuck! were you conscious? fuck! had you been there long? fuck!

his mind is operating at a million thoughts in a minute, before he snaps into reality and strategizes what the plan would be now that you're out of the equation and this grade one curse is still trying to tear him in half.

and while he lunges towards it with his blade aimed for the throat, he find he can't help but keep you in his peripheral vision.

his divine dog is standing over you protectively, snout nudging at your shoulder, but you don't move. your arm falls lifelessly to the ground.

as he approaches the curse he sees there already is a deep gash on it's throat, certainly an effort made by you before you'd been struck down. and despite the heavy rage and concern you'd shoved onto his shoulders as soon as he'd seen you rlimp body on the ground- again- megumi's face morphs into a twisted grin.

because you'd just made this all the easier.

it only takes on swing for him to slice through the rest of the way, his blade tearing through muscle and tissue, taking it's head clean off. a signature move of yours, that for a moment, megumi understood why you enjoyed it so much. because it felt fucking amazing.

the moment he relishes in is short lived, and once the curse is taken care of he's racing over to you and his shikigami.

there's no pool of blood this time, is the first thing he notes, which is a little bit of a relief, he supposes.

what does concern him is the fact that his shikigami is whimpering, nose pushing against the back of your head, before moving to lay by your side, laying it's head on the ground as it watches you carefully, protectively.

megumi doesn't know where this action comes from. while his shikigami did hold a certain for him, as their conjurer, but he'd never seen this.

"it's alright, don't worry," he mumbles setting his hand in the space between the dog's ears. before sending it back to it's domain.

he kneels quickly in front of you, carefully grabbing you by your shoulders to move you onto your back and check for your injuries. to his surprise, you let out a groan and are able to twist yourself just enough to flip off of you stomach.

"what happened?" megumi's quick to question you once he realizes you're at least a little conscious.

"i'm fine" you say, but your face is contorted into a wince and there's a groan erupting from your chest.

"can you even sit up?" megumi scowls at you, but you don't see. you're hissing and arching your back to keep it off the ground, and megumi realizes he's going to have to get you out of here- again.

he's not afraid to tell you the whole way back to the hotel you're staying at too. it's a bit of a hassle to half-carry you into the building without alerting staff or other patrons, but still, he's muttering reckless and idiot and stupid like a mantra.

when you get to the conjoined rooms you protest, but megumi's still muttering as he drags you into his side of the room.

"we gotta get you patched up. unless you want to bleed out in your sleep?"

"i can do it myself" you shove him off you, making him scoff as he grabs the medical kit out of his bag.

"knew i would need this," he's still muttering, pointing for you to sit on the end of the bed. "just cause of you of course"

"i told you i can do it myself" you snap back at him, and megumi's not sure why this is the last straw for him but he's tearing open a gauze patch with more furosity than he'd shown exorcizing the curse earlier.

"you clearly fucking can't!" he also doesn't mean to yell, but he get's wrapped up in his irritation and he gets carried away rather quickly. "i mean- you were barely out there for ten minutes, i look over, and you very well could have been dead!"

"you'd like that wouldn't you?" you grumble unde your breath, snatching the guaze pad out of his hand and rolling your shirt up to inspect the slash at your hip. lucky for you, it wasn't deep, but it was a long swipe of claws, so it was a nasty looking thing.

"is that what you think?" megumi snaps, and he's reaching out to get the bandage back out of your hand. "you think i want my partner dead?"

"you sure like to complain about everything i do, so, yeah, megumi, you've made it abundantly clear that you'd have a easier time if i wasn't there!"

megumi huffs at the accusation, beyond pissed with you now. were you really so dense to think such a thing?

and yet while he bandages up your would, his every touch is gentle, and he even mumbles an apology when you hiss at just the wrong amount of pressure in the wrong spot.

"you can't seriously be upset with me," he scoffs. "just cause i'm sick of this always happening"

"what are you talking about?" you furrow your brows as you push your shirt back over the bandage, your hands balling into fists as you stand from the bed.

"i'm talking about you always getting yourself hurt!"

megumi's eyes are wide and his brows are furrowed as he gives you that look. the one that tells you he thinks you're an idiot. something he's good at doing, even without words.

"i swear, i don't know why they pair me up with you. i don't know what gojo sees that i'm missing, but clearly he's as delusional as ever. you shouldn't even be on the field!"

that had your patience snapping (and your heart breaking)

"i shouldn't be on the field?" you scoff back at him, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. "do you even like protecting people?"

"what the hell does that have to do with anyting? of course i do!"

"well it's hard to tell! you're so goddamn stoic all the time, sometimes i can't tell the difference between you and- and-"

"and what?"

you bite your tongue, trying not to say something you can't take back, but megumi's glowering at you and you're so mad just looking at his stupid face that you let it out.

"and the curse" your words are low, but they're just as sharp as when you were yelling back at him.

megumi scoffs. he rolls his eyes.

you don't think he's ever taken you seriously.

"you're so ridiculous. i swear to god- i've dealt with your recklessness for the last time. i won't be pairing up with you for another assignment again. i'm done"

"oh please," you let out a bitter laugh, a snicker that hits his ears and buries deep into his skin. nestling, twisting, clawing. "as if i'd ever choose to partner with you!" you're yelling again, and it makes your head hurt, but you don't care. because he hurt you first. and you're not retreating to your own room before returning the favor. "i only agree to it because gojo knows and i know that it's worth it. even if i have to put up with all your snide comments and- and just rude behavior! you're a child, you know that?"

"i'm the child!?" he's darting in front of you now, before you have the chance to make a break for the door. you have half the mind to push him, to shove him hard and storm out of the room.

hell, if you called ijichi now, you might even have him book your the first flight back to tokyo.

but you stand in place and scowl at him, because you can't have him thinking you're running away from him.

"you run into every assignment without looking both ways!" megumi throws his arms out, and you can see his hands are shaking. "you get yourself injured, every, single, time, (y/n), and it's exhausting"

"exhausting?" you repeat with a scoff.

"yeah," megumi narrows his eyes at you. "exhausting"

"oh, i'm sorry," your lips curl into a gruesome smile, a threatening snarl, held by an irritation only he could bring out of you. "i didn't realize that my coma was so hard on you! were you tired megumi? hm? that was exhausting for you?"

he's fuming. you can see his teeth gritting together, his nostrils are flaring, and you've never seen so much emotion in his eyes- much less this much disgust. you've thoroughly pissed him off, and you know you should be giving him faux apologies and pleasantries because he's your equal, your ally, your partner, but you can't help but feel pride blossom in your chest, knowing you've bothered him this much.

"yeah, it was!" he yells back in your face. "can't you wrap your fragile mind around the idea that maybe it was hard on me to think you'd died!?"

you blink, your expression falling from it's sick pride, replaced quickly by confusion.

"when you're my partner, and i'm supposed to make sure you're alright, it's infuriating to turn around and not know if you're even fucking breathing!"

megumi's still yelling, but your ears are no longer pounding with your own rage boiling in your blood. his words echo clearly in your mind now, and you stare at him in bewilderment as he continues to rant.

"did you even ever fucking think about how that makes me feel?" he asks, but he doesn't give you the time to answer. "you were knocked out for a week, (y/n). if i hadn't gotten you back when i- if shoko hadn't gotten to the infirmary in time-"

he begins to shake his head, a humorless laugh falling from his lips as he has to look away from you. you were making him too angry. and worried. the emotions brewed inside of him and it made him sick to his stomach. you made him sick to his stomach.

no, you made him worry sick over you.

and you could see that now. watching him unravel in front of you, it was like the final piece of the why is megumi upset with me all the time puzzle. he cared about you. in his own way, and he had a weird way of showing it, but he cared about you.

and you were a reckless, proud piece of shit that didn't even care about yourself.

"i-" you start, but you're still not given a chance to speak.

"i don't even want to hear whatever stupid excuse you have for acting like that," he turns back to you before you even get a full syllable out. "i mean it, (y/n), i'm done. i can't take it anymore. i- i really thought i let it happen again, you know that?"

you blink at him, your eyes round and focused as you watch his look of anger fall to something else, something sadder. is this what his concern really looked like?

this is why you had been woken up by his divine dog pawing at your arm. it wasn't the shikigami breaking megumi's orders, it was worried about you, because megumi was worried about you.

your heart stutters in your chest at the sudden realization. it's all fitting together in your mind and you find that it makes you feel...

like an idiot.

"if you- if you'd actually died..." megumi trails off, hanging his head back to stare at the ceiling bitterly, as if the old worn paint would give him the strength to walk away from you.

you seize his moment of silence, and you move quickly.

you're darting towards him, your hands grabbing his collar, drawing his attention back to you in a quick, almost horrified manner. his eyes are wide and his brows almost rise into his hairline.

you hesitate, as does he, your eyes moving quickly between one another's, each trying to read the other person's silent reaction, both too afraid to actually say something in that brief moment where you're standing so close he can see the slight scar poking around the curve of your neck. megumi's eyes stay on that spot for a long moment, before he's looking back at you.

and then you're pressing closer, leaning onto the tips of your toes and holding onto his collar so tight it actually yanks him down towards you. he doesn't find his breath to protest before you're kissing him.

he blinks, his eyes wide and still staring at you, and you're kissing him.

a few seconds delayed, his hands fly to grab you by the jaw. but he doesn't pry you off of him. his eyes fall shut and he's holding your face firmly in place so that he can properly slant his lips over yours.

you try to take a breath in between kisses but he gives you no time to do so, making a whimper suffocate and be swallowed down your throat. you inhale sharply through your nose instead.

your hands release the collar of his uniform only for you to throw your arms around his neck, latching on snugly, and pulling him down, down, down, until you're standing flat on your feet and he's towering over you in an attempt to keep your mouths sealed.

you have to admit, you didn't expect so much eagerness, but you can't complain as his lips dominate over yours, melting you down to putty in his hands.

"i'm sorry," you mumble into his mouth, not bothering to break away, knowing he won't let you. "i'll be more careful next time"

you're huffing for air, and megumi does you the favor of pulling away, just a little bit, just enough that you can catch your breath, and he can look at you.

he wasn't expecting you to kiss him, but he certainly wasn't expecting you to apologize to him.

your eyes meet his, full of an emotion he's never seen before. concern? is this what your concern looked like?

"it's alright," he finds himself forgiving you instantly, calloused thumb tracing along the edge of your jaw, while he looks at you like you're something new he'd just discovered.

and maybe to a certain degree, you are, because he's never seen this side of you before. the self awareness you showed now struck deep, and he believed you when you spoke.

"i'm sorry too" he mumbles, brows furrowing as the cruel words he'd said to you replay in his head now, leaving a sour taste in his mouth.

you don't say anything, you just reach up on your toes again so that you can keep kissing him, and he seems to understand that you forgive him, too.

and you pull him then, much like you'd wanted to earlier but now you have a new fervor of intention as your feet move backwards and you're tugging him along to blindly follow. neither of you deem it necessary to break apart as he gets the idea and tries to guide you in the right direction.

the back of your heel hits the dresser and you groan in dull pain and surprise, and still, you don't bother to part your lips from megumi's for even a second. in fact, you card your hands through his hair and move even faster.

you're kicking off your shoes in the process, and megumi trips over them as he tries to take his off in the same fashion, although it's difficult without his hands and without looking, he puts up with the task anyways, his mouth straying from yours as his hand pushes your chin up so he could trail kisses down your jaw and then down your neck.

you hum, your hands fumbling as they try to hastily unbutton his jacket. you're still trying to make your way further into the room but you don't exactly have your bearings, but just as you have his jacket open your legs are hitting the back of the mattress.

megumi practically drops you onto it before shoving the material off his arms and following you quickly. his arms brace himself at either side of your head, as he doesn't want to put an ounce of his bodyweight on you, seeing as you were injured after all.

"you'll still be my partner?" you mumble before he can kiss you again.

"we'll talk about it in the morning" he speaks through a heavy breath, about to lean in to capture your lips again, but you put a hand to his chest.

"you know," you raise an eyebrow at him as he looks confused as to why you stopped him. "if you're still my partner, there will be many more hotel rooms in the future"

he blinks, your words processing slowly, and then he's smiling, and letting out a small chuckle.

"you drive a hard bargain, (y/l/n)"

you grin, finally pulling him down towards you.

"i know what i want, fushiguro" ___

a/n: got carried away again no one's surprised ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

xoxo ~ jordie

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

thought you might enjoy this one, raven ;) how about headcanons of rollo and malleus who are crushing hard on g/n reader but the twist is that reader is dating/in love with their mortal enemy...THE OTHER GUY. what will rollo and malleus do? try to steal reader away to spite the other person? I eagerly await to see what you'll do with this prompt!!!

*rubs hand together* They're both emotionally repressed and silly little guys that I will happily torment 😈 This prompt reminds me of fjsbsjxvksnwkw this video…

I can now use Dorm Uniform artworks for the banners, yay--

Curiouser and Curiouser…

Emo Boi era? Emo Boi era.

Malleus is used to being alone. He’s used to it and yet… it has never felt this frigid, with needles of ice that prod his skin and scales with each step, the loneliness seeping into his blood and bones. The chill always comes when he sees you with Flamme—smiling, laughing—or when you turn down his invites to walk alongside him. “I already have plans with my boyfriend,” you’d say, and he’s encased in ice. “Sorry, maybe another time?”

It’s not just him that experiences the consequences of his gloomy mood. His classmates and the immediate surrounding environment also suffer. When Malleus passes, he brings with him angry thunder or hail the size of golf balls, floods the hall or brings a blanket of snow up to your knees. Everyone walks on eggshells, scared to do or say something to set him off.

He retreats from those rejected outings and spends the evenings alone, walking around campus to hit up all the gargoyle spots. Malleus laments to the gargoyles (and to Gao-Gao Dragon-kun), sharing about his romantic troubles. On the days when his mood is so sour he cannot even take his usual strolls, Malleus holes up in his bedroom with a blanket and a tub of ice-cream. He'll pout and indulge in the sweet frozen treat to chase off his sorrows, all while watching historical dramas and soap operas to temper his envy.

He savors the little victories, times when he’s able to have you for a moment of solidarity. Nothing is quite as enchanting to him as seeing how the sun blooms in your eyes when he performs what he considers such minor tricks—sparks of light that dance in the palm of his hand, a flower pulled from midair. (He considers flexing his magic small acts of revenge against Flamme too.)

... How is it, then, that you smile brighter still with him, when he abstains from the miracle of magic? The frustration is enough to make the light flicker out, and the flower crumble into ash. It’s not fair, Malleus thinks, that Flamme should come in to steal away the one I’ve had my eye on long before he has. Dragons can be territorial and possessive creatures—and you’re the treasure he’s guarded for so long.

His retainers awkwardly try to comfort him. Silver isn’t quite sure what to say, Lilia gently reminds Malleus that there will be others that take his breath away (“If you love them, then you must also learn to let them go,” Lilia had sagely advised)… and Sebek is Malleus’s personal hype man. He goes on for hours and hours about how “the human has poor taste in men!!”, shit talking Rollo, and extolling his young master. At one point, Sebek even advises that Malleus reveal Rollo’s misdeeds to you just to prove “the difference in nobility” between the two.

Malleus would be lying if he said he hadn’t considered any and all options. All it would take is the wave of his hand to decimate any rival, mage or no. Perhaps he could spin a curse to drive the others off, or simply whisk you away under the cover of night. But the longer he lingers on the ideas, the more they make his heart ache. No, he cannot bring any of them into fruition—he can't bear to see your happy expression shift to that of fright, the same way everyone else seems to regard him. Caving to his basest desires—it would be proof of the monster they see in him. It would make Rollo right.

It would be discourteous of me to intervene in another's personal affairs. It's his final decision, the mantra he recites to himself over and over and over again. Let go, and move on. Let go, and move on. Yet in his heart of hearts, he has not accepted it, cannot cut away the last of the threads that bind his feelings to you. Malleus is plagued by fitful nights, dreams that manifest as if just to mock him. In them, you're always shrouded in white, at some faraway altar. No matter how fast he runs or flies, he can never reach you. Other times, he's been forgotten entirely, not invited to the ceremony at all. Cast off into the darkness or a bog or an enchanted wood to stew and brood all alone.

He'll wake in a cold sweat and with an agonizing roar that shakes the entire castle. When Lilia and the others rush to his chambers to check on him, they find it in disarray. Items are thrown everywhere, the comforter cast off and the bed a mess from tossing and turning, ugly claw marks running across his curtains... The chandelier has fallen, the green-tipped candles of it catching the fabric on fire—and there he is, kneeling amid the flames, clutching at his head, his heart.

"Leave me be," Malleus snarls at his retainers. He knows the flames will not harm him, and they know it too. The least he can do is spare them from witnessing him in such a pathetic, distraught state. It’s over, isn’t it? He, the fearsome dragon, has lost to some self-righteous “hero”. His fairy tale’s happily ever after is impossible.

He’s coping… coping and seething—

At first, Rollo thinks you must be mad, or playing the part in some cruel prank. How can anyone genuinely be attracted to such a repulsive, despicable villain like Malleus Draconia? He cannot fathom it—yet the longer be observes, the more frightening the truth becomes: those feelings of yours are genuine. Rollo then concludes something even more wild: that Malleus as bewitched you, cast some sort of dark magic that clouds your common sense. After all, how can you not see that Malleus is so very, VERY wrong for you?

Whenever possible, Rollo tries to preach, to warn you about dealing with the devil (yes, he outright calls Malleus that) and giving into temptation. He furiously implores you to reconsider, to think of your soul and to salvage it. Alas!! His words only fall on deaf ears. He curses, thinking Malleus’s enchantment far too powerful for him to overcome through typical means. Still, Rollo shall not relent.

His digs and sleights directed at Malleus seem to only become more hateful. When they cross paths in the hallway, Rollo makes it a point to purposefully bump into him on the shoulder--and you can bet this man doesn't hold bad when it comes to the insults. (Sebek tends to yell back in Malleus's defense, while all Malleus does in response is tut and tighten the arm he has wrapped around you.)

Rollo remains cordial to you (though you're not free from his lectures about how you should "renounce Malleus Draconia's hand"). He's still very much resistant to any sort of affection you try to demonstrate for him, be it verbal, physical, or otherwise, often shooing it away or deeming it "salacious". However, he's quick to change his tune if Malleus happens to be nearby, enduring your compliments and brief touches as he fights a blush from creeping onto his face. The blush is something he hastily conceals with his handkerchief and insists is "just the weather" or "a fever", nothing more than that.

There are instances when Rollo wonders why he's dedicating so much time and effort into saving one puny, pathetic person. His cause is so much greater than that, and yet he cannot tear himself away. Perhaps, he reasons, you are just that pitiful, and he feels sorry for you to fall victim to Malleus's machinations again and again. In his mind, Malleus is the monster that has kidnapped some innocent royal, and he, Rollo, is the saint sent to liberate them. Why is it, then, that he also sees your face everywhere even when he doesn't mean to? It's maddening to gaze into his fireplace and jolt back, thinking he has seen a ghostly face in the flames.

Much to Rollo's chagrin, his aide and vice president (and even the entire gaggle of enchanted NBC gargoyles) offer their unsolicited romantic advice. They demonstrate their unwavering support in other ways as well, often sneaking about to check on their beloved prez and making an effort to speak highly of him specifically in your presence. The gargoyles also (annoyingly) try to set a "romantic ambience" up by singing and tossing glitter down on you and him when you happen to speak. They're the wingmen Rollo didn't ask for--

It's ridiculous that they would think I have even a passing interest in seeking intimate companionship, Rollo quietly seethes. He doesn't understand where anyone would get that impression of him from. But everyone around him, even the folks of the City of Flowers, can see it for themselves. Rollo seems haunted by something, always looking over his shoulder with a longing in his eyes. The line between disgust and desire are gradually blurring, in spite of the man himself not recognizing it for what it is.

Rollo becomes increasingly frustrated that you refuse to listen to him, that you continue to hang all over Malleus like some brainwashed thrall. He doesn't even know what he's mad at anymore. At Malleus, for taking you for himself? At you, for being so stupid? At himself, for not being strong enough to bring you back to your senses? Maybe it's all three. It's become an obsession now, never too far from his mind and always gnawing away at his every thought. This fire under his skin, the urge to sin, sin, sin… He feels like he's going crazy--

When the anger has finally swallowed his sanity, Rollo, numb, comes to a singular dark conclusion: it's not him, it's you. It was always you, because all this time, you were in on this ruse. Of course. It was so obvious. How could he have not realized it before? You must be a mage too, one that had cast a horrible curse upon him, made him go mad with desire. Dangerous—you were dangerous, and he had to be rid of you just like he had to be rid of Malleus Draconia. For the world's sake. For his own sake, before fanning flames converged into another inferno.

And so he calmly takes out a plain white letter and matching envelope, penning an invitation to you. He asks you to come visit him in the City of Flowers, that he will be waiting for you at the top of the bell tower. You appear here as requested, and you’re greeted with an offer most ominous: choose him or Malleus; be his or burn like the wicked being that you are. There’s no humor to Rollo’s eyes, only a fervent fire blazing in the darkness. He awaits your answer, ready to cast his judgment soon after.

#Rollo is Not Daijoubu #Rollo Flamme x Reader #Malleus Draconia x Reader #twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Malleus Draconia #Reader #self insert #Rollo Flamme #curiouser and curiouser #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #tw // angst #angst

[sleepyrainart]

Little Bits of Valentine's.

A small series featuring little stories including either OP/JJk characters.

Summary: Receiving nudes from your boyfriend. Including: Mihawk, Zoro, Sanji, Luffy and Usopp.

Warning: Male Nudity.

Mihawk was wondering why he was even here. His drunk ….. acquaintance, hugging him around the shoulders. Leaning most of his weight on him. Since the red head was drunk and having trouble standing. Mumbling about some mundane thing. Mihawk would rather be anywhere else. But Shanks grip was surprisingly strong for someone who lost their wits two hours ago.

“You know, um, what was I saying?” Shanks asks as if he was paying any attention. The only saving grace was the rich red wine he was enjoying. Though the drunk had tried numerous times to get him to drink his moonshine. Mihawk didn't need a sensitive nose to know how foul the drink was, “I know why you won't drink.” Shanks whispers conspiratorially in his ear. A giant grin and evil look in his eyes.

“Oh,” Mihawk sighs and decides it's best to play along. “And why is that?”

“Cause, cause you're scared.” Shanks bursts out laughing, nearly toppling. Mihawk rolled his eyes, too dignified to respond. But Shanks continued to laugh, loudly. His crew joining in. Taking a large sip of wine as he felt his patience slip. “Drink.” Shanks says as he tries to push the bottle to Mihawk's lips. The less drunk man pushing it away.

“Drink.” He whines again, pouting. “Drink.” He repeats with a different inclination. Once again, his crew joins in, chanting out of unison. Another sigh and he finally takes the bottle. Taking a small sip. Everyone boos. It's not like he cares about their opinions. But he does want some peace. So he takes a larger gulp. The clear liquid burning all the way down his esophagus. Settling hot in his stomach.

“Happy?” He asks, and the smiling man shakes his head.

---------- Later ----------

It was late at night or early in the morning. His befogged mind could not decide. Struggling to open his hotel door. He finally gets it open with a victorious sneer. He closes it with his foot. It slams loudly, and he hopes that red-headed idiot hears it, and it hurts his dumb head. Oh, yes, he loves that idea.

So his befuddled mind slips to other things he loves, novels and wine on a stormy night. Tending to his garden and having wine afterwards. You, that's where his drunk mind sticks. You were so pretty it makes him blush. Not that he would ever admit that. He thinks as he stares at his reflection. A drunk thought pops into his mind.

Though it may have been planted by a red-headed idiot. He would be the one to take all the credit. Because it was a really good idea. His hand delves into his pocket. Pulling out his phone. He turns on his camera. Struggling with his delicate fly. Pulling his semi hard member out. It was at that moment his door swings open. The red-headed idiot mistaking it for his room. In his struggle to cover himself, his finger slips. Pressing multiple buttons.

---------- Morning ----------

You're surprised to see a text from Mihawk. He usually prefers to call. Opening it, you see a confusing, blurry image. A smear of red that you're pretty sure is his friend Shanks. But you really can't make out anything.

You were busy doing some menial task. Not really paying attention. Daydreaming about a well deserved vacation. Maybe somewhere tropical, hot sand and lapping waves. Fruity drinks on tap. Mouth watering as you're lost in thought.

A quiet ding, breaking you out of your daydream. You see a message from your boyfriend. Opening it, you sigh, you didn't ask for this. A picture of his half erect cock. You find his lower stomach more appealing, gleaming with sweat. His lower abdominal muscles shining. Sharp hip bone and tasty v. He was so strong it makes you blush.

Turning off your screen and getting back to work. There were twenty minutes until your break. Then, you could return the favour.

You're feeling down, a sad mood overcoming you. It had been an okay day, but you were lonely. Your boyfriend had been away all week. You both tried to make do with texts and calls. But it just wasn't the same.

You decided to ask for something, you've never asked for before. It was an impulsive thought and a quick text. Kinda pervy, and you kinda regret it. But it did take your mind off your bad mood.

Cause now you feel worse. Nerves gnawing at your stomach. He doesn't usually take this long to respond. Phone glued to your hand as you go about your chores. You wake the screen each time it darkens.

No response. You feel like crying, but maybe you're hungry. Deciding a bowl of cereal will have to do. You make it one-handed and struggling. Spilling some milk.

You lean on the counter. Mindlessly shoving spoonfuls into your mouth. Dry eyes still staring at your screen. The battery signalling it's low. So you have to charge it. Deciding to shower. Maybe the hot water will make you feel better.

Going through your lonely nighttime routine. You check your phone as soon as you're done. Still nothing. You almost cry, but you're tired. Going to bed earlier than usually wouldn't be too bad. At least not as bad as just waiting.

Lying awake under the covers, shifting again. Finding no position comfortable. You give up and stare at the ceiling. You don't know for how long but finally your phone dings.

Sanji had sent you a text and you're dreading opening it. Shutting your eyes as you press on it. Cracking one eye open before they fly open in shock. A full mirror selfie. Handsome face, grinning and a blushing. Hair weighed down by water, obviously fresh out of a shower.

Droplets of water contouring his muscles. Your eyes following their downward trajectory. Butterflies erupting in your belly. Looking over the sexy v and to his erection. Standing proud and crowned by golden pubes. Long, hard and thick. An ache between your legs. His mushroom tip flushed red and dripping pearls of pre-cum.

Sorry it took so long, darling. But I just knew it had to be perfect. His next text read with an obscene amount of hearts and kisses. Your heart aches, your boyfriend was so perfect. You should reciprocate.

Luffy tried.

Usopp misunderstood.

#one piece #fanart #fanfic #mihawk x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #usopp #monkey d. luffy

[short-honey-badger]

Life Imitates Art

Heyy. So after a lil brainstorming and talking with @writingmysanity, this has been born. I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

Warnings! None yet!

You examine yourself in the mirror, your makeup looks good, but there is just something missing from the ensemble. You brighten when it hits you and you dip the brush into the red face paint. You lean in closer and then carefully begin to dab it on the very tip of your nose. When you are finished, you drop the brush and grin widely at your reflection. 

Red has been artfully smeared across your mouth giving you a permanent smile while blue has been swiped vertically across both eyes. Crossed bones have been painstakingly painted on your forehead and your new red nose completes it. You braid your hair and then tie on the red and white striped bandana. All in all, you look like the man you admire, the man who saved your life so long ago, even if he didn't know it.

The Buggy Pirates and a group of Marines battled it out in the middle of a small town on an island in the East Blue. It was rumored that the island held riches, and that had been all that Buggy needed to hear before he and his crew had swooped in on the unsuspecting town. You, young and impressionable at the time, had watched in fascination as the pirates plundered the town. 

The captain and his crew picked and marched their way through the poor district of the town, leaving the haggard weary townspeople be. You followed after them, quick on your feet after years of running from the men in the blue coats and black sticks. You followed them until they came to the Top City, where the horrible people spit at you and your hand-me-down clothes whenever you came near. You watched with rising awe as a lion of all things toppled the large doors that separated the two districts.

The raiding truly began now that the pirates were inside and chaos quickly began to consume the streets. They broke into the impressive housing and overpriced stores, stealing anything that caught their eyes. You followed the man with the bright red nose and the massive hat with blue hair? down the street until he arrived at the bank. He cackled as he demanded the owner pack their own cash and treasure up or else things would get Choppy. 

Well, someone must have called the Navy because soon shots were being fired from all directions. Buggy laughed even louder and engaged in the fight, something he usually would not do, but you would come to find that out later. Turned out that not even Buggy the Clown would turn away from a fight when it would prove too advantageous to him. 

The fighting didn't last long. While prosperous, the military presence on the island was small and soon the Buggy Pirates stood victorious in the streets. There were a few losses and so it was proposed that they would stay here for a while to heal and recoup. Things changed for you and everyone else on that tiny island in the month and a half that the pirates stayed. While a significant difference still remained between the two directs, the poor were not so poor anymore. Not when the pirates preferred to spend their money at the bars and shops in the harbor.

It was after Buggy left that you started to dress like him. People left you alone that way, thinking that you were a crew member left behind. You liked it, it gave you the freedom you needed, that you wanted so you could be yourself. So, you learned how to steal, how to pickpocket, and how to sail a ship. You interfered on his behalf when you could. Changing news articles and threatening reporters with your little lie about being part of the Clown's crew. You spewed lies and whispered in the right ears to throw the navy off of his trail. Buggy had set you free, and you needed to repay that debt, no matter how long it would take.  

You huff. Years it would take. The longer you trailed after the Captain like some loyal puppy, the more you found out about him. Buggy the Clown was a paranoid bastard with self-esteem issues the size of the sun. He questioned anything and everyone unless they were part of his crew, and you learned that he could be cruel. 

But you also see how can be kind. He frowns harshly at the state of a decaying village while the highborn nobles laugh in their high towers. How, like some fairytale antihero, Buggy gave back to the struggling outer cities all across the sea. You came to admire, maybe even love, you weren't really sure yet, the Bombastic Clown, and you would give anything to thank him. If only the paranoid pirate wasn't always one step ahead of you. 

You had overheard that Buggy had left just that morning, and you cursed again for being literal hours behind him. You check your appearance one last time and then head out of the hotel room after shrugging on your long coat, ready to fish for rumors once more. 

Unknown to you, this would be your lucky day, because Buggy had yet to leave. The Captain had heard about his little shadow, and boy was he eager to meet you.      

#fanfic #reader insert #one piece #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #one piece live action #fluff #smut

[aalyssah]

Gentleman

Pairing: Daniel Garcia x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,526

Summary: Daniel overhears you talk about him not being a gentleman so he starts to change his ways.

A/N: Sorry the story is so long! Hope You Enjoy!

"1 2 3"

*DING DING DING*

"Your winner of this match, Y/n!"

You stood in the middle of the ring, hand raised in victory by your team member Angelo Parker, while the crowd booed. You were a part of the Jericho Appreciation Society with your boyfriend Daniel Garcia.

He wasn't able to accompany you because he had to get ready for the main event so you had Angelo out with you. You flipped off fans while Angelo yelled in the camera, saying how better you are than all the women in the roster.

Once finished, he held the ropes for you, making you blush. No one's ever done that before. He walked you backstage with a hand on the small of your back. You were met with the JAS members. "You did great out there, Y/n!" Chris praised you. "Yeah, you looked great and beautiful out there."

Angelo added with a wink, making a deeper blush form on your face. "Oh, stop being such a flirt, Angelo! You got her looking like a tomato." Anna defended, grabbing you to the locker room. "Yeah, I’m sure Daniel wouldn't like that." Tay teased, with a smirk.

You soon showered up, and sat in the catering with Anna and Tay, watching the matches. "Oh my god, girls let me tell you what Jack is gonna do for our anniversary!" You and Tay rolled your eyes in your mind, knowing it would take a long time before her to stop talking about her man.

Surprisingly, she finished up quickly, allowing Tay to start talking about Sammy. They both finished and looked at you. "What about you, Y/n? How's you and Daniel?" You shrugged your shoulders, picking at the straw in your cup. "Eh, it's alright. Just the same old rude Daniel."

Both girls didn't like the answer, sharing a look. "Is he hurting you? I swear if he is, I'm gonna-" Your eyes grew wide at their overprotective mode. "No, no! He's not hurting me." The girls let out a breath of relief after hearing you say that.

"I mean, he doesn't do all that lovey dovey things like Sammy and Jack. He's not one to show his love on TV, y'know? He's just not a gentleman like Angelo." The girls understood, before continuing to watch the match.

You thought the conversation was over, but little did you know, Daniel was standing around the corner, listening to the whole thing. It made him feel bad that you felt like he wasn't a gentleman. He didn't want you to leave him for Angelo, so he had a plan.

~

You now sat in the locker room, watching Jake and Sammy play Monopoly while Tay and Anna did their nails until the door opened revealing Daniel. He grabbed his towel, meaning he was about to go out for his match.

"Babe, can I come with you?" Daniel looked at you for a second. "Yeah, I need my best girl out with me for good luck." He stated, kissing your cheek. You were kind of shocked at him showing love near everyone. "We're coming with you." Daddy Magic and Angelo began to stand up, but were stopped by Daniel. "No, I only want Y/n." The boys looked sort of surprised, but sat back down. They always accompany him.

You both walked out and did his entrance and before you got in the ring, he held the ropes for you. This was definitely new. He held your hand as he waited for Wheeler Yuta to come out. Once Wheeler was in the ring he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you into a kiss. You stood there frozen while he kissed you.

He pulled back and held the ropes back for you. You stood at ringside, shocked at how he was acting. Out of the 2 years you've been dating and working by his side, he's never done this before.

He won his match after a long fight with his enemy, Wheeler. You slid in the ring and grabbed his towel before raising his arm up. He didn’t even let the ref touch him, before pulling you in a bone crushing hug.

He pulled away, kissing your forehead while pointing down at you, saying something about you being his best girl. You both walked backstage hand in hand while walking to the locker room. He took a shower while you waited in the JAS locker room on your phone scrolling through Twitter.

Daniel came through the door, dressed somewhat nicely, while smiling. “What are you all dressed up for?” Daddy Magic asked, rising his eyebrows up and down. “Me and Y/n have a dinner appointment.” You turned around looking at him. “We do?” Your brows furrowed in confusion at the new news.

He never said anything about dinner. “Yup, I planned it when I got out of the shower.” You looked down at your clothes. “I’m not dressed well enough.” Daniel shook his head, walking over to you and putting a hand under your chin, caressing your jaw.

“You look beautiful, baby. Now come on and let’s go.” He helped you up and walked out with you, his arm slung over your shoulder.

JAS members looked at each other, surprised at Daniel's show of affection. “Hey, what can I say? Our girl has the boy whipped.” Everyone shared a laugh at Sammy’s comment.

Daniel didn’t act no different as you drove to the restaurant. He held the door open and closed it for you before you got in the car, he had his hand on your thigh as he drove, he played your favorite playlist, and when you got there, he held the restaurant door open for you.

The sound of slow jazz music was heard, as well as little chatter and clinging of metal on glass plates. He pulled the chair out for you and pushed you in before sitting himself. “What would you like, babe?” You looked at the menu, eyes almost hugging out your head.

It was expensive. Like $200 per dish. “Daniel, I don’t think I can afford this! We shouldn’t be eating here!” You whispered, not wanting to mess up the vibe of the rich classy people. “Babe, you don’t have to worry. I’m paying, now choose something to eat.” You couldn’t believe him, saying that it was nothing.

He knows you hate when he ‘wastes’ money on you. “Dan, we could’ve ate Instant Ramen or Pancakes at home.” Daniel didn’t say anything until the waiter came. He ended up ordering something that was $300, but you wanted the cheapest thing on the menu.

And that was $200 worth. You sighed before ordering. Even though you ordered something small, you felt bad. Like all his money is down the drain.

You both ate and it was actually good, but for its price? Hell no. You drove back home, peacefully and the first thing you did was belly flop on the bed. The food had you full and when you get full, you start to feel sleepy.

Daniel came from behind, taking off your pants and shirt. You were about to protest, but he stopped you. “I’m just helping, Love.” He stepped down to his boxers and laid in bed with you. He held you against his chest, which you found odd, but it was very comforting.

~

The sun shines bright in the sky, as birds chipped. You woke up, with a groan, rubbing your eyes and grabbing your phone off the charger. Daniel wasn’t beside you, but you assumed he was in the bathroom due to the light being on

A notification showed Daniel posted something on his Twitter and Instagram story. You opened it, mouth agape. He posted a picture of you and him at the restaurant.

He also posted a pic of you and him kissing before his match. Something wasn’t right. He never posts you on his story that much. Daniel walked out the bathroom. You showed him your phone with the pictures. “Alright Daniel, fess up. Why are you acting so…lovey towards me?”

Daniel sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.“Yesterday, I heard you talking to Anna and Tay, saying that I don’t show that much affection to you and how I’m not a gentleman, so I wanted to show you that I could be.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing his wrist so he was closer to you. “Daniel, Baby, I love you for you. It doesn’t matter that you don’t show your affection at work because I know you love me.” Daniel avoided eye contact. “I know, it’s just, I don’t want you to leave me for Angelo. Y’know, cuz he’s a gentleman.”

You felt bad for him, for being so insecure about how he treats you. “Danny, I love you being a rude boy. It’s kinda hot and even though you might not me be sweet, you aren’t a gentleman in bed, and trust me when I say I like that.” You smirked, pulling him down in bed.

“Well good thing we don’t have work today because I’m gonna show you how much of a gentleman I can’t be.”

#daniel garcia #daniel garcia fluff #daniel garcia imagine #daniel garcia fanfic #daniel garcia x reader #aew fluff #aew imagine #wrestling imagines #aew smut #wrestling smut

[petitelepus]

A Loner's Unexpected Journey, Part 6

Kimetsu Academy!Genya Shinazugawa X Fem!Reader

Summary: You're pretty heartbroken but you find another loner by your doorstep.

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Kimetsu Academy, Female Reader, Genya Shinazugawa

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18

You were at your usual convenience store that was on your way to school, only you weren't going to school now. Nah, it was already so late that the sun had set. What the heck were you doing out there like that? You felt like eating trash and Lady needed some wet food.

You weren't proud to say it, but you had been skipping school for a couple of days already. You had called the teachers and told them that you were feeling under the weather and they gave you some time off, as long as you would do your homework and attend exams if there were any. Much to your luck, there weren't any coming anytime soon.

You were embarrassed by yourself and how you reacted to Genya's victory… Or more likely, how you reacted to the fact that he turned into a popular guy with a couple of well-aimed shots.

How could you be so selfish, your best friend was happy and you should be happy for him… But he wasn't just a best friend for you but your crush… So your heart was broken for the first time and you needed time to mend it.

Genya would be happier without you dragging him behind. That's what you kept telling yourself every time you stared at your phone, wanting to call him but you were too cowardly to do so. So you sulked by yourself, playing video games with Lady keeping you company.

As soon as you had paid for your groceries, you grabbed your umbrella and left the store.

It was raining like crazy but you were happy to have your umbrella with you. Otherwise, you would have been soaked through the skin and bone. You didn't hate rain, it was the opposite, but you enjoyed it fullest from the warm safety of your apartment.

As you made your way towards your high-rise, you noticed something hunching by the entrance. You wished that it wasn't just some drunk again and you were completely ready to just walk past them and ignore them, but then you noticed the familiar hairstyle, even if it was flat because of rain.

"Genya!" You gasped in shock. What was he doing there by this hour? It was already dark and it was raining like crazy! The young man flinched as he heard you call his name and raised his head enough to look at you.

"Hey…" He nodded as he got up and walked up to you. He was absolutely soaked and you couldn't help but notice that he didn't have any shoes on, only socks. Despite being such a tall and muscular man, he never looked so small before.

"Genya, what the heck!?" You quickly raised your umbrella over his head, even if it was a little late for that. "What happened!? Where are your shoes!?"

"I…" The young man sighed in defeat, "Can I come inside…?"

You blinked, before nodding, "Yeah, just… Hold on a second."

You moved around him and inserted the code into your building's front doors. Once the code was in, the doors peeped and you opened the door for you and Genya to enter through. Both of you made your way up to your apartment's front door and you quickly slipped inside.

"Shit, you're completely soaked." You cursed quietly as you took your shoes off by the entrance. Genya bowed, as if in shame, "I'm sorry…"

"It's okay, it's not your fault…" You frowned as you left your bags by the door and went to your bathroom to get a hot bath started. You heard Lady meowing somewhere, probably going to meet Genya by the door. You chose to ignore your cat and you made sure to add some of your limited-edition baked apple soap into the bath, and soon enough your bathroom smelled like apples and spices.

Once you were sure that the bath was slowly filling, you went back to the front door where Genya was. He was kneeling before Lady and scratching her from behind her ear but stopped and looked up once he heard you approach.

"Give me your clothes." You said and Genya's face flushed in deep red as he looked at you and you corrected yourself, "You're wet. I'll wash your clothes and you can take a hot bath so you won't get sick."

"You don't need to-!"

"It wasn't a suggestion but an order." You crossed your arms, "Now get over there and into the tub before I drag you there and strip you myself."

Hearing your threat, Genya knew you were a woman of your word and would totally do as you threatened to do. So he quickly got up and rushed past you into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him and you called after him, "Throw your clothes on the washing machine and I'll put it on once you are done bathing!"

"W- what will I wear?"

"I'll get you something, don't worry, and focus on getting warm!"

There was a long silence before you heard the softest "Okay…", followed by the sound of water stopping. He must have closed the faucet when entering the bath.

You nodded, pleased with yourself and Lady meowed by your feet. You looked at your cat and smiled a little, "Yes, I'll feed you, you glutton."

The grey cat meowed happily at the mention of food and you grabbed your grocery bag and went to put everything in their own places in your kitchen. Lady got her food and you wondered briefly if Genya had eaten anything and if he was hungry now.

You checked, and yes, you had ground beef, pasta, and ketchup so you could make very basic ketchup sauce for pasta. You filled the pot with water and put it on the stove to heat up and while the water started to heat you quickly went to your bedroom and dug out the biggest clothes you had.

"Genya, I'm leaving something dry for you to wear here just outside the door, okay?" You called through the bathroom door and a small, "Okay," was the reply you got.

Pleased with yourself, you went to cook the late dinner. Just as you were draining the water from the pasta you heard the bathroom door open and you turned to see Genya enter the kitchen area.

"Thank you for the clothes…" He thanked you quietly, not daring to look at you in the eyes yet. You took in the huge Walking Dead shirt he was wearing and the loose sweatpants. They were such a perfect fit, it was almost scary.

"You're welcome." You said as you turned to grab plates from the shelf, "Are you hungry? I made something simple to eat."

"Y- yes, please…" He nodded and you were pleased that you had decided to cook. You filled one plate with spaghetti and covered it with ground beef and ketchup sauce before handing it to your guest.

"Please enjoy." You said and you were taken aback by the stunned look in Genya's eyes as he accepted the huge plate and took a seat by the table. You filled your own plate and followed his example, sitting across from him before you started to eat.

You were a little nervous about how Genya would like the sauce, but he was eating like a starving man, getting ketchup on the corners of his mouth as he slurped the spaghetti eagerly.

Somehow the sight of him enjoying your cooking made you happy, but you were still confused as to why he was outside your high-rise at this time of the night and without his shoes.

Well, you could ask later, now you just wanted him to feel warm and safe. Once you were both done with your meals, you asked if your friend wanted more, but he turned the offer down. As you filled the dishwasher you heard Genya speak, "I'm… I'm sorry about all this trouble."

"You're not causing me any trouble." You replied as you turned to look at him, "Take a seat in the living room and we can talk. I have some questions I want to ask."

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kimetsu academy #genya shinazugawa #reader #Fem!Reader #reader insert #writing #my writing #story #my story #Enjoy! #modern!Au

[icarus-o7]

Hide Me From Winter's Approaching Hands

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To Raven; I can write fluff and this proves it!

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Grian had always been unsure how he felt about the colder months, like, on one hand, he gets to cuddle up with warm blankets and Scar, who is like a walking heater, but on the other, the cold constantly has his wings fluffed up to preserve warmth and he has to watch Scar be sorer than usual as the cold settles into his bones.

So yeah, he wasn’t the most thrilled being on the server when the warmer Autumn days start having a chill that bit when the wind decided to appear. And today was one of the coldest so far, Grian found himself curled on the coach of Scar’s wagon with a lovely cup of peach tea reading. And while he would love to enjoy reading the book it seemed his attention was being dragged away every few seconds due to Scar trying to work in the kitchen, causing pots and pans to clang together.

“Scar, just what are you doing?” Grian finds himself asking the man whose in his wheelchair today due to the icy air, he takes a sip of his tea, looking at his mug. He really has to find where Scar gets this brand, especially since Scar doesn’t drink tea himself.

Scar perks up from where he’s rummaging in a cupboard at the hearings of his name being mentioned. Or, he tries to. As he goes to lift his head, Scar lightly knocks the back of his head against the roof of the cupboard he’s looking in causing him to wince and hiss slightly. The vex wheels his chair back an inch and sits up straight, giving the pretty bird sitting on his couch a charming smile.

“I wanted to bake, and I seem to have misplaced my cupcake tray.” The scarred man answers with cheerfully, peaking the avian’s attention very quickly.

 

It’s no secret that while Scar isn’t the best cook, he’s an excellent baker. The Hermits loved when Scar baked enough to hand out and share some with them. Grian had tried on occasions try to replicate what Scar bakes, but he is absolutely abysmal when it comes to baking, but is a decent cook if he has anything to say about it.

“Can I help?” Grian asks, knowing that probably means the kitchen will end in a mess as it did the last time he help with baking. He quickly finishes the last of his tea and brings it up into the kitchen.

Scar pauses and considers, while he does love his kitchen being, mostly, clean, he knows how much fun the last time they baked was between the flour battle and each of them trying to eat the batter without the other looking. The scarred man shrugs before giving his answer, a softer smile settling on his lips. “Sure, I Don’t see why not.”

Returning the smile, Grian rinses his mug and settles it down next to the sink before turning and clapping his hands together. “What do we need?” He enquires looking over the ingredients already gathered atop the counter.

“Can you preheat the oven while I look for the cupcake tray?” Scar asks as goes back to searching in the cupboard for the last item needed.

The avian nods, despite knowing Scar can’t see him do so, and walks across the kitchen toward the oven. Grian luckily remembers what number Scar had asked him to preheat the oven to last time and set it to that once more, checking to make sure the oven was actually on before shutting the door and turning back to where the vex is, just as he finds the cupcake tray.

“Aha!” Scar rejoices victoriously, going to sit up straight with the tray in hand but once again, he hits his head on the top on the cupboard. “Ouch..” He hisses out before carefully sitting up and looking towards Grian, who seems to be torn between concern, and stopping the small chuckles threatening to escape his vocal cords.

“You okay?” Grian asks amusement and worry clear in his tone, though Scar easily washes the concern and worry away with a reassuring smile before he wheeled himself closer to where the ingredients are on the counter. “I’m just fine, Songbird, don’t you worry your pretty feathers about it.” Scar’s tone is a mix of reassurance and teasing, causing Grian to roll his eyes fondly.

Scar set the tray down and passes one bowl to Grian and setting one before himself. “Would you be a dear and mix together the dry ingredients?” He asks, looking up at the sandy blonde, who nods in return while the brunette hands the list of the measurements for Grian to follow.

Grian took this task with the utmost responsibility, sticking his tongue out slightly as he tried to measure the sugar up exactly to what was written down, huffing out through his nose in frustration when he didn’t get exact on the first pour. Scar watched this fondly before mixing together the wet ingredients together.

It didn’t take long for the pair to finish mixing their individual bowls and Scar took over explaining once more.

“Okay, I’m going to slowly pour my bowl into yours while you mix, okay?” Scar asks, lifting his bowl carefully, waiting for Grian's nod before he pours the first bit into the dry ingredients.

From there they repeat until the dry and wet bowls are one and Grian works on making sure it's thoroughly mixed together with no clumps Scar focuses his attention on putting the red cupcake cups into the trays. Once the avian was convinced the batter is perfect to be poured into the cups he hands the bowl to the vex who does just that.

Scar moves to open the oven and put the trays in, making sure the oven is at the right temperature and setting a timer. With his back to Grian, he doesn’t see the smile that spread across Grian's face as he held a pinch of flour. He only realized a moment too late, when he moves his chair to turn around and he felt powder hit the side of his face and white momentarily obscures his vision.

Slowly, Scar turns his head to Grian, who freezes with one hand in the flour bag as he watches a smile with too many teeth spread across Scar’s features. Any normal or sane person would think the smile meant something bad, something dangerous. But this is Hermitcraft, and Grian knew his Scar wouldn’t ever intentionally hurt him, so all that smile meant to him was to not let the vex get ahold of the bag of flour.

Grian lets out a shout of laughter before pulling his hand out of the bag and throwing the small handful of flour at Scar, hitting him in the chest.

“Pfft-” Scar makes a noise as some of the flour gets into his mouth and he looks down, seeing his blue tee having a white splash on it. He looks back up with that smile once more, his narrowly playfully. “Oh, you're so going to regret that Birdy.” His tone is light as he declares this, moving forward and quickly grabbing the bag before a handful of flour is launched at the pesky bird.

Flour is already spread across the floor and counter, the sounds of Grian’s screeching laughter and Scar’s vex-like giggle fill the cold Autumn, cupcakes rising slowly in the oven. 

Grian may not know how to feel about the colder months, but he sure can enjoy moments like these if that’s what the cold brings.

#desertduo #desert duo #scarian #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #scar #grian #hermitcraft #fanfiction #hermitcraft Fanfic #baking #fluff #comfort #cute #cold moments #avian grian #vex scar #wheelchair #scar uses a mobility aid #cross posted on ao3 #bitxhb0i works #grian x scar #grianxscar

[abeinginsand]

Scary has four memories involving her stepdad's old mirror. Out of the four, she's only looked at her reflection once. Parts: Prologue (Ron & TJ), Memory 1, Memory 2, Memory 3 (here), Memory 4 Warning: Mentioned bullying by classmates (not graphic detail) ---- It's been one week since Scary's eaten breakfast with her mom on a weekday (due to hefty work load). One week of sitting with Terry Junior and trying to not tear up at the sight of the empty chair across from her. Because any tears are a sign of weakness and the chumps at school get bored faster if she pretends she's unbothered by their words and hair yanking when the coach isn't looking. The pitying and sad puppy eyed look of a grown man her mom married is also just as cruel actually. So she has to keep the eye sweat in check. At least she can feel safe complaining about one of those situations. Terry's a softie after all and no matter what she does (or doesn't do), he never gets mad.

By the end of the week, her step...whatever...has not only ramped up his papaganda chatter but is now sitting in her mom's seat. The meal set up neatly on the table is her favorite kind of soup too, paired with a sorry attempt at a folded napkin. Its a bowl of red blood (tomato soup) and the fish that it came from floating on the surface (three-cheese-blend goldfish crackers). She mutters the quietest of thank you's under her breath and enjoys the soup in wonderful, definitely not awkward silence for a few minutes.

A silence soon broken by Terry asking stuff she wishes her mom would be here to ask. Except Terry cannot replace her dad and especially not replace her mom. Shouldn't be sitting across from her with the concerned yet somehow happy look on his face either. She glares in his direction, says a short "no" to him checking on her and asking if she remembered to pack her backpack. She goes back to eating the tasty soup.

After four days of this undeclared war with him, she finally hears him let out a heavy sigh. She smiles into her next spoonful, victorious. It felt nice to be on the other end of a conflict, to be the powerful instigator and not the prey. The silence returns, the two wash their own dishes and then it's off to the car. Scary sets the radio to the latest kidzbop album with her phone app and Terry triple checks everything in the car--especially seat belts and airbag locations before pulling out of the small driveway.

Maybe if Scary looked over to him at any point during the ride, she'd notice the anxiety written all over him. Instead, the teenager is writing poetry and doodling cross bones in her journal until the school drop off point is in front her door. She gets out without a good-bye and pretends it doesn't feel odd that Terry Junior doesn't say anything either. School happens, she has fun in creative writing and then she skips her last two classes to dye her hair in the abandoned girl's bathroom. ...Or she wanted to but she opened up the box, tried to read the complicated directions, got frustrated, and decided she'd try at home tonight instead. It's nice to avoid the mean girls in her gym class though. In the meantime, she changes out her low pony tail for a high and poofy one. She's one of the tallest girls in her grade so the yanking will be much harder with her hair not dangling past her shoulders. No matter what she doesn't want to cut it, since it took so long to get it this length.

At the end of the school day, her mom's black and shiny car pulls up. Scary slips into the passenger's side and is about to turn on her music when her mom speaks up.

"Terry..." "It's Scary, Mom." "Scary, my little grumpy pumpkin, what are those paperclips doing on your ears?" Scary puts her phone on the dashboard and crosses her arms. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe they'd be piercings though if you let me get some already."

---- Veronica Marlowe Stampler sighs but it has a much different vibe than Terry's one from this morning. His sounded like the air slowly flowing out of a popped balloon. Her mom's sigh sounded like one of those cartoon horses breathing out a smoke cloud through their nose as their gear up to sprint. The fingers tapping on the steering wheel as they remain in the school parking lot are like drumrolls before a battle reenactment (she saw one during a history class field trip last month). "We've talked about this so many times. No piercings, no guitar, and no tattoos until you're a bit older. And aren't you going to ask why I'm picking you up today instead of your step-dad?" Scary pouts at the familiar words and looks out the window, avoiding her mom's burning gaze. "Ugh! Can't believe a mother would bully her precious daughter like this--" The girl sputters at the question. She forgot for a second that Terry should have been here. Scary got lost in the fact that her mom was instead (after barely seeing her this week). She turns away from the window and looks at her mom, checking her expression for clues on how serious this might be. Her mom has a few new wrinkles and small gray hairs. Her eyes say "I'm tired" and her straight posture in the seat could mean too many things. Scary is crossing her arms still, but it feels more like she's hugging herself now. "Terry's okay, right? I mean not that I care. But, w-what's going on?" Seems her response is enough to get her mom to relax and move to hold one of her daughter's hands. Scary doesn't stop her but doesn't squeeze her hand either until she gets a response. "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like that. Terry's not hurt, he's just stuck in traffic. I was trying hard to finish up early today to surprise both of you anyway. Headed over here instead of to the house when I got his call." "Really?" "Really, I promise he's okay. I just...work's been a lot and I had some bad news for clients and maybe I'm carrying that stress into every conversation lately? I'm really sorry about all of this, the nagging, and the missing breakfast stuff too. I'm really messing up this mom stuff lately, huh?" Its not the first time her mom's mentioned stuff like this and Scary gets it. But still doesn't know how to make it all better. She moves to hug her mom instead of responding with words, thinks about demanding Terry be extra nice to her mom later too. They sit in the parking lot like that for another ten minutes, before they head home. Her mom's other car, the one Terry was borrowing, is in the driveway. The house smells like various spices and the dinner is delicious. Scary keeps stealing glances at Terry throughout the meal too, wondering about the traffic thing. Thinking about that one night that she held his hand and he cried even though he'd been mostly gentle and all smiles before. After dinner, her mom volunteers to wash the dishes this time. Both her husband and daughter say they'll take care of it at the same time. She smiles and puts her hands up in surrender, giving Terry a quick kiss and hugging Scary one more time after the girl makes a grossed out face at the parent pda. The dishes are done in silence until Scary interrupts to ask him if he's chill or whatever. He takes a few minutes to say yes, looking intently at the suds on the plates. They meet up at night again, both having woken up past midnight to wander the house quietly. Scary stops in the hall, looking at the chip bags in his hand while he stares right at the hair dye box in her hands. "You didn't see anything, Terry." "Guess I didn't see it and you didn't see the chips either. That's a shame though." Terry pauses in his soft speech to smile and point to the box as he continues talking. "Because I could help you use that, hun. I've dyed my hair with that brand before." ----

So, she ends up sitting in front her step dad's weird floor-length mirror that night, finally looking at her reflection in the glass. Terry's right behind her with a fold-up table. She watches as he gently works to turn part of her dark hair to a bright pink. It makes her feel different, cool, seeing the obvious, self-decided change taking place. The girl looks up at the engraving of Stud on the mirror and smirks at it.

The two talk a little too, the chatter turning into many a heated whisper. Its part of why Terry suggested going into the storage room anyways, so their talking wouldn't wake her mom. They argue quietly about best chip flavors, top 5 kidzbop hits, or about the awful ice skater tier list they both saw online the other day. Scary doesn't ask if he's okay again, because he's amused and lively look in the reflection is enough to convince her. Scary, against all hater urges, is starting to look forward to these nightly truces where maybe having to get used to a step dad doesn't bother her so much.

#scary marlowe #terry jr #terry jr stampler #veronica marlowe #veronica stampler #dndads #dndads fanfic #dndads fic #abeinginsand talk tag #fanfiction #dndads s2 #happy fathers day #only one more chapter for this fic and then I'll start putting it up on ao3 #abeinginsand writing tag

[swampstew]

𝔸𝕥 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕊𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 - 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟠

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Take a seat next to the log fireplace as we begin this in-progress, spicy/smutty reader insert story starring YOU (AFAB Reader) and the Kid Pirates. Powerade and snacks are provided! You can find links to the mini-series on Wattpad and AO3 at the end of the post. Minors DNI you will be blocked - for mature audiences only.

Angst, hella violence and death, and finally your background is revealed! Enjoy my loves😘

Lightning and thunder crackled in the sky during the assault on the enemy vessel. It was a blur and Kid couldn’t remember the last time he had this much fun fighting in the rain on a bunch of weak morons that had no business sailing his waters.

Back in the good ole days when he had both arms, he and the crew would take their time to draw out the agony for their victims, make their prey experience every single second of their torment before they met their ends by him. It had become a bit stale after so many victories, aside from his…previous embarrassments…and frankly he had found the routine of raiding other ships to be a bit boring.

Not this time.

Kid didn’t take the lead in the assault either and he was perfectly fine with that – because he got to launch Y/N right on to the other ship. Where the men actually screamed when they recognized her as she landed on the slick deck and leapt into the first man, gutting him instantly.

It was a sight he’d never forget. A story he was already excited to retell the next time he got drunk and worked up over his crew’s accomplishments.

With a gleeful laugh, Kid jumped on to the ship to back her up. For every man’s knees or ankles she swiped at, Kid would follow up with a sickening punch in the face to knock them out. Pomp and Dive would bind the hostages while Gig and Haikei transported them to the Victoria Punk prison cells; their crewmates covered them as they worked, hacking down the sailors with extreme prejudice. The Kid Pirates rarely left survivors and today would not change their status quo.

Y/N disemboweled or clawed out the throats of her former crew that were nothing more to her than a distasteful memory of betrayal. Kid and Killer would follow up with a final kill shot to ensure their demise, and Kid could swear he heard Killer giggling out loud as he ran across the deck slashing everything and everyone to pieces. The redhead played with the ship’s Captain while Y/N fought against the last of her mutineers, clearly not needing any help with them. Her fury was radiating off her as she blocked their blows and advanced on them, ripping them to ribbons but not quite killing them yet.

Kid grinned, Y/N was playing too. Gods she was so hot for that.

It took him a moment to process that while the gauntlets he made were good quality, they weren’t so well crafted, or even responsibly armored having prioritized aesthetic over protection, that they should be holding up while parrying with multiple swords at the same time; and there wasn’t even a slice or nick on Y/N’s hands or wrists. Taking a closer look –

Yes, he could sense her energy, could see the hardening that covered her skin as she applied Busoshoku Haki to armor herself and her gauntlets as she lulled her mutineers into a fall sense of comfort in fighting. When one made a misstep, Y/N went in for the kill.

With grand, underhanded swipes, the claws of her gauntlets caught the man’s chest and the force ripped his shirt and breast bone open as he was flung backwards over the rail. The next parry with a sword ended with the steel blade shattering as she gripped it with one hand and slammed her fist through the flat of the blade.

The rain didn’t let up as Y/N and the last man standing walked in a circle, sizing each other up. Kid observed the deck and saw that everyone that wasn’t his crew was pretty much dead. He returned his attention to her, interested to see what she would surprise him with next.

“WHERE IS IT?!” Y/N screamed, Y/H/C plastered to her scalp and cheeks. The blood of those she attacked became translucent as it was rinsed off her skin and clothes. Almost like nature itself was washing away her involvement, absolving her of any crimes – karma or some shit.

The man didn’t answer her, instead nervously eyeing the Kid Pirates, “Listen, there’s treasure below deck. Take it, and you’ll never hear from me again. Take it – all of it, just give me my life.”

“ANSWER HER!” Kid roared.

The doomed man faced Y/N, his sword shaking defensively in both hands, “It wasn’t s’possed to be like this Captain! All you had to do was tell us—"

Kid relieved the man of his weapon as Y/N lunged at him. Her claws raked over his face, slicing through bone and muscle. The gargled screaming barely audible over the pouring rain.

“NOD YOUR HEAD YES OR NO – IS IT HERE?!”

Lightning lit the sky to illuminate the rabid head nodding.

“Heat, Wire go—”

“NO!” Y/N eyes burned brightly as the flash of light petered out, “I’ll go. To make sure he’s not lying.” Striding into the ship without waiting on anyone’s approval, Y/N vanished and with her departure the rain almost seemed to slow down.

“Boss, it’s right over us and about to get real bad! We need to tie shit down and get back inside the Punk before it wipes us out!” Wire slammed his trident on the ground to draw the Captain’s attention.

Nodding, “Right! Heat, lead the crew back and get shit done. Wire and Killer, double check the ship for any stragglers or treasures. Take whatever Y/N’s not interest in.” Kid turned his attention to the man marked by claws, “Y’can’t really say your prayers so try thinkin’ em in your head. If she doesn’t kill you first, the sea will. Both have appeal, I could go for either one,” he taunted him.

Tears and rain drops spilled in abundance over the man’s ruined face, creating a pretty red waterfall as it spilled over the frayed edges of what was once a chin. More lightning arced in the sky and Kid lifted his face to watch it branch out, following the lower streaks that crashed straight into the sea about a mile away.

“What do you think the chances are that you’ll get hit by lightning?” Kid crowed.

“Boss, everything’s secured, we gonna hunker down and ride it out?”

Kid walked towards the ruined boarding plank, “Yeah, we’ll switch to automatic swimming to catch the current until it blows over. Light this piece of shit up will ya?”

“Is everyone out?”

“They’ll make it, get to work! I want this in pieces at the bottom of this deep blue sea!”

Heat and Jaguar began tossing loose explosives from the gun deck over to the ship, with the blue haired man following to a measurable distance before preparing to shoot out fire. Kid held his hand up to pause the assault, and Heat deflated.

Hate when he does that, it takes a second to work it up, Heat internalized his annoyance.

His deep set black eyes became brightly illuminated as more lightning ignited the sky, seemingly lighting up every inch of the supercell cloud system that hovered over them. Kid’s eyes were glued to the sky as the wind picked up and every loose piece of garbage on the ship he was occupying quickly whipped up a storm around him.

Times up. 

His ears managed to pick up the sound of thundering footsteps, he felt the vibrations from the floor through his boots, and he was all too eager to get the hell off the ship himself. He twisted his body to dodge remains and other shit when he saw a crackling flare catch his eye from a piece of flying metal. From his peripheral he saw Y/N’s body as she came crashing down on the half-faced mutineer.

There was a crackling energy in the air, more pronounced than the electrically charged air. Or maybe it was one in the same, Kid couldn’t quite tell. All he could really make out was that there was a shit load of lightning, some bright in color and some…not so bright, as it flashed over the deck. Followed by a river of red as the man’s body dropped, nearly clean in half.

Y/N’s crouched body stood off to the side of the fresh corpse, in her gauntlet braced hands she held a massive claymore great sword. One she hadn’t been in possession of before.

Kid didn’t have time to question it. Killer and Wire came barreling out of the ship behind Y/N holding chests and sacks of bulky items, more lightning came crashing to the sea off starboard far too close for their comfort.

“LET’S GO!” Kid roared at them, staring at Y/N as she shook the massive blade to clear it of blood before sheathing it behind her back. Not making eye contact with him at all as she followed them, crossing the metal walkway Kid constructed for their passage.

Firmly grabbing her hand, Kid ushered her into the ship with the crew. When the explosions on the doomed vessel went off and rocked the Punk with enough force to make them all lose their balance, Kid yanked on Y/N’s hand to pull her into his chest, keeping her steady on her feet as his back slammed into the wall.

The Kid Pirates were separated into groups: a squad in the gun deck to make sure no cannonballs got loose; a squad in the crows nest to report the weather patterns or other oddities on the water; the rest in the hull where the feel of the rocky waves was the most pronounced.

The crew in the hull were further divided into five groups: four in each corner of the round bottom shaped ship, and one in the back by the rudder. Y/N sat in the back with Kid and Killer.

“We added bone-webbed, steel flipper shaped paddles around the bottom of the ship where the crew are sitting. Kid takes control of the ship in bad weather like this to glide us through the rough waters. If anything happens to incapacitate him, we’re able to take over with those metal oars you see there,” Killer pointed to the benches and indeed there were metal sticks out in front of the crew that were already moving on their own without their assistance.

“We keep in contact with the crows nest through baby transponder snails to see where the winds are shifting or any rising waves. Back here is the rudder, which Kid gave a flat, paddle-like tail we unchain for this sort of thing. Helps us maintain a semblance of control when the weather turns,” Killer proudly held out a tiny snail with sparkling sapphire blue eyes, and a blue and white striped shell.

“That’s really quite clever,” Y/N mused.

Kid ignored her as he focused on paddling his ship like it was a remote-controlled toy through the chaotic churning. Sitting with his hands gripping the arm rests of the impressive seat obviously meant for the Captain.

“Men and their dinosaurs,” she continued with a grin, “It’s cute you made your ship into a proper Spinosaurus.”

With red flushing his face, Kid chose to keep his eyes screwed shut in concentration instead of engaging with her bullshit.

“It’s a crocodile!” Bubblegum argued from the front of the hull.

“It’s a shark head!” Quincy retorted.

Reck stood up with a furious face, “Are you all dumb? It’s a T-Rex!”

“I’m surrounded by idiots,” Kid griped.

“Let’s all be quiet now!” Killer yelled out over the crew, silencing them effectively.

Over the course of two and a half hours, the ship violently rocked from side to side, and pitched forward and backwards at a nauseating pace, but not once did it tip over or suffer damage through the storm. There were several times when the crew complained of feeling sick, only to suddenly feel better when Kid muttered immediate death threats on anyone who vomited on his ship.

Y/N was impressed with Kid’s concentration and professional handling of the ordeal. She knew she surely did not have the willpower or patience like he did to sit in the back, focusing however much energy and power it takes to control a ship this large in weather as terrible and unpredictable as it is in the New World. To his credit, he did look awfully tired when Wire reported that the storm had passed and they could resume normal sailing or drop anchor until tomorrow.

Kid chose dropping the anchor and taking a shower.

Y/N was further shocked when he did not suggest or make any attempts to drag her into the shower with him. Simply asked her if she was good, and then he strut off to his cabin with a nod when she confirmed she was good.

Letting the crew get first dibs in the communal washroom, Y/N sat on her rented bed holding a worn leather scabbard in her hands. Trembling, she slowly unsheathed the large sword, choking back tears as she held and admired it for the first time in three years.

Her sword.

Allowing her emotions to run free, she used her sopping clothes to wipe the marbled blade clean of blood and matter. Wiping it dry, she inspected the foreign steel for any damage and when she found none, began her routine of polishing and waxing the blade.

After taking a quick shower, Y/N was invited to join the crew for a late night celebration over the demise of the enemy ship and the treasures they stole. Getting ready with the girls in their cabin, they left together in giggles and good spirits. Afflicted with separation anxiety, Y/N kept her weapon strapped to her back, sitting snugly against her white, ruffled blouse and tight fitting pants. She knew she was getting odd looks but she chose to ignore them as she drank the beer and food Killer set out for everyone to enjoy.

It seemed like no one was going to bother her about it and that made her more willing to engage in their drinking games and conversations. For the first time in years, Y/N felt…relaxed. Comfortable even.

But like all good things, it came to an end after an hour.

“C’mere Y/N, join us. You’ve been giving everyone else attention but me!” Kid pouted.

The lopsided grin on her face slowly morphed into an unsure, firm line as she left her conversation with Reck and Hop to join Kid at the table with his commanders. They of course had the grandest table on the deck, stacked with platters of food, cards and berri from their gambling games, and a ton of liquor on hand.

Opening a bottle for her, Kid handed it over following it up with a suggestive pat on his lap.

“I’ll stand, thanks,” Y/N took a baby sip from the bottle, tasting the foreign flavor before committing to it.

“No, you won’t. Sit,” Kid reached out to grab her wrist when he noticed she was stiff as steel. “If it’ll be more comfortable for ya, take off your sword. No one here wants your shit.”

“I don’t want to,” she started, “Its…hard.”

Killer, Heat, Wire, and Kid all leaned in close to her, the three men as best they could from their seats at the table, before practically shouting at her, “We. Don’t. Fucking. Want. It!”

Just like that her inhibitions washed away with help from the sweet tasting rum and comfort she found within the crew; she slid the scabbard over her head and placed it flat on their table. With a triumphant cheer, the men battered their hands on the table in cheerful excitement. Kid brought Y/N to his lap where he held her close as they started a new round of card games. Games that were hard to play with the giant, redhaired beast constantly peeping at her hand.

Time seemed to stop as the deck came alive with their party. The dark, star filled sky was the only witness to their fun as it raged on. Laughter, choking, liquid sloshing, screeching, and cheering echoed in the air as the crew and their guest let loose in true camaraderie.

When the initial buzz of the celebration waned into a more quiet, drunken atmosphere, talks became more personal. With more personal information shared came vulnerability. Y/N watched with fascination as she observed the notoriously feared crew talk with each other about their dreams, their fears, their secrets even. Not ever having that type of closeness with her own crew, nor her mercenary squad. A yearning deep in heart, an envy even, bloomed in her chest.

She almost didn’t register Kid’s attempts to gain her attention.

“Hey, Y/N,” he tugged on her arm gently. When she looked at him, he quickly weighed his options before finally going for it, “Can I—May I see your sword?”

She blinked owlishly at him, then at her sword, then back at him. Not able to answer him at first as she weighed her own options in her mind. Trying to win some type of battle in her own head as her brows furrowed and her hand twitched in the direction of her scabbard.

Finally, with a deep sigh she nodded in approval.

Standing up and letting her take his seat, Kid walked to the side of the table and slowly removed the blade from its cover. His jaw dropped as he examined the gorgeous sword, and Y/N could see from her peripherals that the unique blade had caught everyone’s attention.

How could it not?

Unlike any other weapon, her great sword had thick veins of blue and black marbled into the metal. It was concentrated on the pointed edge of the blade with the black lines curling up the sides of the hilt and handle. An ore pocket of blue sat in the center drawing down the length of the sword. Just above the base of the ore deposit sat a polished blue gem.

Turning it in his hands over and over, his expression did not change as he admired the craftmanship that went into making the blade. Trying to pick at his brain on why it felt and looked…familiar.

After a few more minutes, Kid slowly lifted his gaze from the sword to her eyes, “W-wait a minute. Is this…Polychrome Titanium?!?! I thought it could only be found on Y/C/N Island! And this craftsmanship, it…is this—is this an Ultra Supreme Grade Blade?! There’s supposed to be only five of these in the whole world, a class of their own! They were said to be lost during the buster call that happened on that island. All their resources and artillery, gone forever!”

“I’m surprised you know about Calamity and the Supreme Swords of Y/C/N Island. Everyone thinks they’re a myth. A ghost story,” Y/N said quietly.

“CALAMITY?” Kid and Killer yelled out loud in complete shock.

“They said it only had one wielder, the fiercest warrior and general of Y/C/N Island’s military force!” Killer babbled excitedly. “She was so formidable that she was the first foreign army to strike a military alliance with the Giants of Elbaf! It was never confirmed but there were rumors that the giants wanted to wage war against the World Government and after some failed marriage alliance, I think to the Big Mom Pirates, they sought her out to help them.”

His broad soldiers tensed, even his luscious blonde hair seemed to stiffen despite the cool, salty breeze that swept over the deck. “I-I remember reading the news that before the alliance could even meet, the Y/C/N army was attacked by the World Government at sea with the threat of a buster call on their home island. Those fucking Marine dogs, they…they blew them all to hell knowing they were shooting fish in a barrel. Any attempt to fight back would end with Y/C/N Island being destroyed. And then the World Government did it anyways…a year later.”

Kid spat on the ground in disgust, “Fucking cowards! Too weak to be a real threat so they resort to cheap tactics to assure their own spoiled victory!”

His beautiful amber eyes radiated with fury, the veins in his neck pulsing from his hot, surging blood. Then just as quickly as it had come, the look was gone. Replaced now with confusion.

“Y/N…how did you end up with a legendary military warrior’s sword that’s supposed to be wiped from history? You-you said that what you were looking for…this…that it was forged by your father? Did he know General Y/L/N?” Kid pointed the sword at his mysterious guest in a non-threatening manner as he spoke.

Y/N had been leaning back almost nonchalantly in her seat drinking her bottle of liquor, observing the two Supernovas as they talked and obsessed over her claymore sword. When Kid directed his question at her, she swirled her drink in the dark glass bottle. Laying all her metaphorical cards on the table—

“You’re right about everything you said Killer. The New Genesis hadn’t even cleared the horizon when the Marines showed up. A hundred ships, maybe more. They sieged our island to force our fleet to return, and then the Marines created a blockade to surround New Genesis from docking or escaping. We heard the entire exchange over the Den Den Mushis the Admiral placed on the pier for us. I’ll never forget that man. Kizaru. It was scummy, the way they dangled that fucking bomb over us while forcing my mother into submission. I was at the pier with my father when they killed her.”

Y/N paused to tilt her head back and finish the bottle in several gulps as the crew swallowed the impact of her words. Jaws slowly dropping open as it clicked in their heads. Steady droplets of liquor ran down Y/N’s chin and neck like rivulets as she drained the bottle, staining her blouse but too drunk to care.

“Every day for four months I sat on the shoreline watching that damned spot. Hoping, wishing that I had dreamt it all up, that she had somehow escaped and would come back. She obviously never did but…” Y/N’s knuckles turned white around the empty bottle.

“One day, her sword washed up right in front of me. I couldn’t believe it. When I brought it back to our town, it sparked hope. And hope turned to rebellion. See after the attack, the Marines forced our island into an alliance with the World Government – and for the heavenly tribute, they wanted our precious metal made into the finest weapons for them. For the next several months under the pretense of making them unmatched armory, our metalsmiths were creating false weapons that would break under one stone of pressure. The real polychrome titanium was mined and smelted down into blocks. Blocks that were then made into a massive statue of a horse, in tribute to Freya, my mother’s animal companion that she always took into battle. A week before the World Government could collect their tribute, we shipped it out and sank it all. The statue, all the weapons, and the Ultra Supreme Grade Blades, dropped to the bottom of the ocean in scattered locations.”

Y/N held out her hand for the jeweled blade. The silence and tension was thick before Kid turned it over in his hand one last time, finally returning it. As soon as the hilt was in her hand, she expertly flipped it in her wrist to slide it cleanly in its sheath. Her steely gaze held Kid’s eyes as she spoke.

“All of them except Calamity. My father forged this sword as a bride gift to my mother, back when she was still a young cadet trying to climb her way through the ranks. To be the best of the best. He entrusted it to me when he helped smuggle me off the island just before the buster call went off. It’s my family’s legacy, and it will never leave my side again.”

Standing, she put the bottle down on the table and cracked her neck, “It’s been fun but I think I’m gonna turn in.”

“Y/N,” Kid called out, unreadable scowl on his face. Processing this new information, analyzing and cross referencing it with the knowledge he secretly gathered on her. “If all of what you say is true…than that means you come from the South. Just like us.”

Smirking, she walked away, “I’m from the Calm Belt.”

“Yeah, the Calm Belt in the South Blue Ocean. That practically makes us neighbors.”

“If you say so. Good night.”

Killer waited a few minutes after she left before breaking the stunned silence on deck, “Did you know that her mother once clashed with Gold Roger?”

“Yer fucking with me.”

“Not this time! It’s true. I remember reading that his crew landed on her island and they got into it before the Marines – who were also on the island trying to convince Y/N’s kingdom to join the World Government – got involved. A day later, Roger fought ALONGSIDE her mother against the Marines and sank three battleships between themselves.”

“Shiiiiit. We got a fuckin’ legacy baby here with us?”

“Seems like it. She’s got moves, she’s got grit. Pulls a neat party trick or two but have you noticed anything…special?”

Kid was surprised Killer didn’t know, “You didn’t notice she’s using advanced armament haki?”

“OH! Yeah that makes sense. I just thought you used tungsten for her gauntlets.”

“Tch. No, been out for a while now. Used the last of it to enhance my tools. I used pure steel for her, then gave it a nice paint job.”

Killer whistled, “That was all her huh? Notice anything else?”

Kid thought back to the events on the ship. What he thought he saw in the reflection of flying debris.

“Maybe…”

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[informalcrybaby]

Clever Girl (Part 4)  Harwin Strong x OC

Summary: Lyra must fight for her life to save her brother and a bond is solidified.

A/N; Hope you enjoy! I’ve never written a scene like this before, so let me know if I did ok!    

 Lyra didn’t see Harwin again until the second to last night of the tourney. While he preformed beautifully, laying down all that stood between him and his victory, Lyra watched from the crowd in awe. He was striking and she could feel herself becoming powerless to the spell he had cast upon her.

           After the games were finished for the day, her father took Raeken and Casper further into King’s Landing to purchase fresh meat for the family’s supper. Surprisingly, Bastion chose to stay and appeared delighted to go traipsing through the wood with Lyra to pick some herbs and gather more wood for the pit. He hummed softly to himself as they sought and gathered, every so often stopping to ask Lyra if a plant was poisonous of not. When they reached the edge of a glassy river, Bash scampered off in search of the best skipping rocks.

           Catching sight of some beautiful wild juniper, Lyra skipped a few feet happily and dropped to the soft earth to gather the splendor of the gods. After picking just enough to season the game her father would bring back, Lyra considered their journey fruitful and turned to call for Bash. He stood maybe fifteen feet behind her, a look of horror contorting his pale face. His eyes didn’t meet hers, they looked beyond her.

           Standing a mere twenty yards from her was the knight who had accused Bash of stealing and he looked positively murderous. She rose quickly, moving her body to cut her young brother off from his sightline. Edmund rose the sword hanging at his side and took a single step forward.

“Bash, I need you to run as fast as you can back to camp and find anyone who will help you, do you understand me?” She said, her eyes never leaving Edmunds.

“Lyra I can’t leave you!”

“You can and you will.” Lyra replied, trying to control the shake in her voice as she replied. She would rather die than let that vile man near her brother again and if the Gods were merciful, he would turn his anger on her when Bash ran away.

“Lyra no!” Bash cried and her heart squeezed. The boy loved her like a mother, having never known their own and she could feel his pain in her bones.

“NOW!” She demanded forcefully as Edmund stalked closer and thankfully, she heard her silly boy take off towards camp.

           As Bash fled, Edmunds eyes found her own and a sick smile curved the corner of his lip. He stalked forward a few more steps and stopped.

“No matter,” He chuckled darkly, laughing deeper as she pulled her dagger from her belt, “I just need one Castellan to pay for my unjust dishonor.”  

“Do your worst then.” Lyra replied, adjusting the hold on her dagger and planting her feet to ready for what she knew would be a berserker style attack.

           He made no more statements, just raised his sword, and charged her. She dodged his first wild swing by dropping to the ground and rolling away from him. He swung again as she rose, the tip of his sword slicing her shoulder. The pain came quickly and throbbed horribly down the length of her arm but she took only a second to acknowledge it before the ache was replaced with blind rage.

           Using her small stature to her advantage, she surged forward, just barely missing his strike and landing her own on the back of his calf. Her dagger dug deep, blood spraying her face as he roared in pain.

“YOU BITCH!” He cried out but gave her no space for escape, using his large frame to back her closer to the rivers edge. He struck out again and again, pouring his hatred into his attack. She dodged the best she could but as her feet hit the waters edge, she slipped and before recovery was possible, he was on her.

           Lyra had never put much thought into how she would die but being drowned by a morally weak man in a river was not going to be how she met her demise. She fought back fiercely against the hands around her throat, fists flailing and connecting with any piece of flesh they could find. He didn’t let up and her world began to fade.

Until she remembers that she hadn’t just worn her belt that day.

           With her last ounce of strength, she reached back, pulled at the elaborate pin in her hair and buried her dagger in Edmunds stomach. His hands released her, but his dead weight pitched forward, pushing her further underwater. Her lungs screamed for air and her mind went fuzzy as the adrenaline left her body. Good, she thought as she felt her body sink deeper, at least that monster was going down with her.

           Then suddenly, the weight was gone, and her lungs burned with fresh air. She gasped, gulping in as much air as she could, readying herself for what was surely his next move. She still had the dagger clutched in her hand, her knuckles white as the snow that blanketed Winterfell. But, the hands that held her were gentle and the voice that accompanied them broke her from her haze.

“Lyra, it’s me,” Harwin said, shaking her body gently, “Your fight is over clever girl, breathe for me, please.”

           She broke when she saw his face. Concern creased his brow and his nostrils flared as he tried to control his own breathing. He brought his hand to her cheek and even though it was stained with blood, she leaned heavily into his touch.

“I killed him.” She rasped, her throat aching with the effort of speech.

“You did and I am so fucking proud of you for it.” Harwin praised her, burying his other hand in the back of her hair.

           Gods, her body hurt more than she imagined it could but the feeling of Harwin’s hands on her were more healing than the milk of the poppy could ever be and she needed more.

“Harwin.” She breathed his name desperately, demanding that he understood her need with her eyes as they met his own.

“Lyra.” He whispered before bridging the small gap between their lips and melding his with her own.

           She felt his need mix with her as their lips danced softly over one another. She realized they were speaking their own language this way and it was the most romantic tongue in the seven kingdoms. His lips were just as soft as she imagined them to be. He gripped her tightly, driving all heat from her wounds as his tongue traced her bottom lip. She greedily met it, gripping his face tightly and diving as deeply into him as she could.

           They broke apart at the sound of horses in the distance, both panting but unwilling to release the other for a few moments. Harwin only pulled away as the riders voices grew clearer. Her father and brothers were coming for her and even though she was safe, tears spilled down her cheeks. For a moment, as she felt herself succumbing to the river, she thought she would never see them again and hearing their voices felt like even more of a victory than slaying Edmund.

           Her family came upon the river just as Harwin helped her rise and tore a strip from his tunic to help staunch the bleeding on her shoulder. He was tender in all his movements and Lyra felt her chest well with affection at his ministrations.

“You have proven most surprising, Break Bones.” Lyra lowered her voice, so only Harwin could hear.

“And you have proven to be the most enchanting woman I have ever met, Cut Throat .” Harwin replied, squeezing her hand affectionately and holding her gaze until her family swept her away.

#harwin strong #harwin x oc #harwin strong x reader #eventual smut #angst #Clever Girl Series

[bokutosmochi]

UNCLEAN ♡ OIKAWA TORU

timeskip!oikawa toru x gn!reader

what's it? suggestive allergen warning/s? n/a sugar level? 0.8k regulars? @hanayanetwork​

parlor's note? the bottle referenced here is the one they use in the anime, the kind of bottle where you have to pull and push at the mouthpiece to open and close it. also, this was written for someone else originally so if you see an error, no u didn’t :DD

bon appetit!

you loudly cheered for your team as oikawa scored another point for them via a setter dump, further bring the momentum and the blessing of the goddess of victory to your team. you were sure that the pressure was starting to settle onto the other team's bones. it couldn't be denied, the fact that they were forced to take their second time out of the set proved that.

you smiled brightly at the men in your team as they stepped off the court for time being, greeting them before the coach for the argentinean  gave them a few words of guidance, telling them that what they were doing is working against one of the toughest teams in this year's olympics - japan's national team - and should continue pushing through, continue with this style of offense, do not take the nine point lead for granted.

you gave each of them their respective water bottles, careful not to accidentally give one the other's as the older man continued to encourage them, giving them some advice while he was at it. and as always, you gave oikawa's things last. that was something you did ever since you got to know him because usually, if the game is going well - like it is right now -, coach is already over with his talk with the team once you've reached him, giving you the opportunity to converse with him some more as you've always enjoyed time spent with the brunette man and with the enthusiasm that seeps into his voice whenever he talks to you, assuming he enjoyed it as well would not be considered a far fetched guess.

albeit you probably did like him in a different way he likes you as over the years of working with him, you've developed a small crush on him. or at least it was a small crush. now there are times where you find yourself enamored by him, by his mere existence that you forget to breathe for a few seconds. and the best thing about oikawa was that his handsome features were only a secondary reason onto why you liked him, as the primary reason for your infatuation was his attitude, the way he carried himself, the way his mind worked. you found it absolutely fascinating and you want nothing more than to delve into it, into him until you were breathless and unable to remember anything but him.

as usual, he was smirking at you as you handed him his towel and water bottle, only, there was something different about this smirk. you cannot explain it, nor can you put your finger on it, but there's definitely something there.

his hand grabbed at the towel and gave you a curt thanks before opening his mouth to speak some more. "hun, my hands are dirty. can you open my bottle for me?" he asked with a tilt of his head and you quickly looked down to hide how your cheeks were burning up at his stare.

you were about to grab at the mouthpiece that had to be pulled up in order for it to be opened when he quietly tsk-ed discontentedly at you. "your hands are dirty too."

so you found yourself looking up at him in confusion, silently asking him what he wanted you to do because truthfully, you had no idea.

"with your mouth,"

you murmured the words back to him in disbelief. there was no way he said those three words. he's never hinted at liking you in that way and it just doesn't make any sense in your dumbfounded mind.

the look on your face just makes him chuckle. he leans down to your level, his mouth right by your ear as he repeats himself  "with your mouth". his warm breath gives you a chill and makes you press your legs together. he glances back at the court and then at you. "c'mon hun, i don't have all day. i still have to drink." he states plainly as if he didn't just say what he did.

you were powerless against his gaze and did what he told you to do.

you put the tip of the water bottle to your lips and tug at the mouthpiece with your teeth, opening it for oikawa.

without missing a beat, he smirks further, cupping the bottle with his large hand and taking it from you, drinking from it oh-so casually. and in the nick of time too because the moment he was done, the referee blows the whistle, signifying the end of the time out.

he presses the bottle back to your hands, "close it for me now, yeah?"

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[cocotaetae13]

A Deal's A Deal: J-Hope (M)

Warnings: Demon behavior. Smut. Creampie. Baseless allegations to further the plot.

Word Count: Around 4k

Summary: Feeling vengeful after seeing Jimin you think you'll have an easier time feeding from a jet-lagged Hobi. You have to get creative when he doesn't immediately fold.

A/N: I wanted to have this out much earlier. Sorry to keep you waiting! Hello to all my new followers (is it weird that I call you all my lovelies? Should I stop? lmk) and welcome back if you've been with me awhile. Thank you for taking the time to read my writing and I hope you enjoy. :)

You’re floating in the astral plane still sticky and disgusting from your encounter with Jimin. It dawns on you you’re not sure how long you’ve been here but you do know you’re still hungry. Conserving your power until you can get a decent feeding is going to be your best bet. You sit and start to wonder how the hell Jimin was able to send you here. Technically, he only said to get out of his sight so it wasn’t a direct demand to come here so…you just chose it yourself? You touch your neck where the invisible weight, their collar, sits and shudder when your fingers come in contact with the stickiness of Jimin’s release. You know succubi eat this regularly, however looking at it makes you pissed. He’ll never cum again after you rip his balls off and feed them to him. 

There’s a couple options for who you could visit next. While contemplating your next meal target you flick your hand and with a swirl of black you clean yourself up. You think about who you have the biggest bone to pick with next and  zero in on his location. He seems to be on his way home from overseas so you decide to be the first to welcome him. Plush leather cushions your body as you relax back into the seat in the vehicle next to him, making sure the driver can’t hear or see you for now.

“Get out.” Hoseok says immediately. You blink at him innocently only to find his eyes are closed. 

“How did you even know I came?” You grin. 

“I said get out.” he snaps. 

“Might want to keep it down or your handlers are going to think you’re crazy.” You mutter. “I only wanted to welcome you home anyway.” You click your tongue when he ignores you completely so you yank the airpod from his ear and put a hand on his thigh to gain his attention. He immediately stops slouching to throw your hand off. You smile sweetly when his eyes open and he looks at you in shock.  

You clear your throat.  “Welcome home, J-Hope.”

“Get out of her body.” Hoseok’s eyes give you a once over but he seethes through clenched teeth. “You’re so fucking inappropriate.”

You feign hurt, a hand clutching your chest dramatically. “But I thought you liked Amanda Seyfried.”  You’re immediately annoyed when he doesn’t respond and just turns his head away to look out the window. “Or would you prefer…Tinashe?”  You slip into her visage and feel a small thrill of victory when he can’t help but glance. You’re definitely still a man, Jung Hoseok. 

“I’d prefer you to give Jungkookie his soul back and leave us alone.” He snatches his airpod from you and slips it back into his ear. You roll your eyes when he lays back and shuts his eyes again. 

“You know I can’t do that.” You murmur through the speakers and directly into his ears. He scoffs and yanks them both out this time to glare at you. “You can always make a deal with me to exchange yours for his though.”

“What do you want?” 

“Why are you always so mean to me, Hobi?” You pout. “I’ve helped you out so much and this is how you treat me? You even slammed my head into the floor.” 

Hoseok reaches forward and squishes your cheeks in one hand. “Don’t. Your little tricks won’t work here.”  There’s a soft tap of your head against the back of the leather seat when he gives your face a little shake before letting you go.

“You can’t blame me for following my nature when your bandmate brought me here. I could be anywhere else in the world right now fulfilling wishes and devouring souls but I’m fucking stuck here playing house with you idiots until Jungkook dies.” 

“I don’t care about your problems. Get out of her body.” Hoseok demands and within seconds you obey. “I’m being patient when I really don’t have to be, demon.”

“I can just kill Jungkook now and end your misery.” You’re stone faced and his eyes widen in shock for a split second.

He scoffs again. “You think we’d let you do that? Is that just somewhere in your rules you can do whatever you want as long as you get the soul in the end?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You smirk and switch back to Seyfried’s body, resting your elbows on the arm rest and cradling your face in your hands to beam at him. You take note the effects of the command can be overwritten or wear off within a few minutes. What would happen with this power in the long term?  “More importantly, have you had a chance to show more of your true side to your fans yet? You seem to be more chic lately.  I’m sure they’re super curious what you’re really like when you’re…off the clock. Especially since you’re just so angry in private.”

“Bullshit.” Hoseok snaps. 

“Oh?” You blink innocently. “Weren’t you voted ‘Most Scary When Angry’? I’m sure you remember how they had to make you do something to make you more appealing since you were getting oh so much hate about your looks? It must be exhausting having to play the character of J-Hope all day. Aren’t you secretly still questioning if it was good for you to come back or not?” 

Your questions go unanswered when the van comes to a stop in front of his apartment building. He spares you one last glare before getting out. You click your tongue in irritation. Usually bringing up the past like this gives you enough of his bitterness for a decent snack but this time you barely get anything from him at all. Has he found a way to prevent you from feeding from him? Is that even possible?  It can’t be true that he’s gotten over it. Humans tend to ruminate and obsess over their flaws and insecurities their entire lives. Some who think they’ve been cured have in reality manifested the insecurity into another behavior. You were going to have to look into this further. That means you’re going to have to play a different game with the others to get them talking. Despite the strangeness of this you still pop yourself into his apartment. You spread your arms wide from his couch and send him a loud welcome when he steps through the threshold.

“Cleaners broke my salt line.” He grumbles to himself. 

“You can’t expect them to just leave a line of salt outside your doorway like that and be able to keep their jobs.” So he was trying to keep you out.

“Why are you bothering me?” Hoseok sighs, putting a hand on his forehead like he has a headache. 

“I’m hungry.” you pout, thinking the easy route may lead to success with him. 

“Not my problem.” He shrugs and turns away to take his jacket off. Damn it.

“Actually it is, Master.” You fume. “If you fuckwits hadn’t done that spell on me I’d still be running just fine on that soul Jin so graciously put on display for you all. So I need some answers.”

“Funny, none of that sounds like my problem either.” He laughs.

“You owe me, Master.” You snap, standing up and stalking toward him. Despite your midnight gaze bleeding through Seyfried’s to show you are indeed an otherworldly entity, the height difference between these two humans is comical. You even have your hands on your hips. “You’re to blame for everything I’ve done to you. Your members, your fans, and your family have you to thank for the misery I’ve caused in their lives as well.”

“Excuse me?” His eyebrows lift. 

“I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for you.”  You split Seyfried’s mouth into a terrifying grin before he stalks away from you. 

He pauses for a moment and you see the hurt flash across his eyes. You get a tendril of the flavor of his sadness before he suppresses it again. Oh he’s been working on this. “You’re so full of shit.” 

“Am I?” You slip back into Tinashe’s body. Guilt tripping him in Seyfried’s body clearly wasn’t going to work. Maybe if you could press him a little more you can catch if there’s some underlying denial you can snack on. “Do you really think Jungkook would have summoned and made a deal with me if it weren’t for you deciding to leave? He was just a desperate kid trying to keep his new family close to him. What other choice did he have? Take responsibility for your part in all of this and I’ll even forget you slammed my head into the floor.”  

You were going to have to do something. The guilt he feels for “making” Jungkook that desperate wasn’t going to be enough to get full and you weren’t going to be able to push him further. You already know he’d already confessed his guilt to Yoongi who assured him he couldn’t be blamed. The tiny taste of his guilt is tainted by the bitter flavor of his hope. If feeding off of his despair wasn’t going to work then you’d have to try and go for whatever is going to turn him on. You were beginning to become frustrated with this pattern. Sex wasn’t your ideal method and once again you were going to have to use it to feed yourself.  “Give me what I want and you won’t have to worry about me bugging you…for a while.”

Hoseok hesitates before narrowing his eyes. You can see the gears turning in his head. “What do you want?” 

“You.” You purr, running a finger down his chest.  “Inside me.” 

“Not in her body.” He cringes and steps away to get a glass of water.

“Tsk, you’re no fun. Jiminnie likes it when I offer up different bodies for him to fuck.” Partially true.

“Then go to him.” He says simply, leaving you to fume at your mistake in the kitchen. Promptly you’re out of Tinashe’s body and back into your own, wondering if you shouldn’t have come here today. You’ve used more power than you wanted to in your attempts to rile Hoseok up and you’re starting to feel funny. You should have gone to Taehyung or Yoongi. Something is off with your body and you’re not sure what it is. 

If celebrities aren't going to work you are going to have to think and dig deep. Would your human-looking body work, or would he want you to go full demon? Would you even be able to turn him on? If not, would he use the collar and punish you enough to send you away? You weren’t going to have enough power to locate and pop to another member and start this shit all over again without feeding first. You were fucking stuck here. Who could you use to turn on and trigger sadness in Hoseok? Then an idea hits you. You creep around his apartment and find him in his bedroom. He’s sprawled across his bed on his back with an arm over his eyes. 

“I thought I told you to go to Jimin.”

How is he sensing you like this? You clear your throat. “It sounded more like a suggestion.”

His body starts in recognition of your voice…that voice. A voice he hasn’t heard in a very long time but could recognize anywhere. He removes the arm from over his eyes and sits up on the edge of his bed, expression crumbling from annoyance to disbelief.  Your stomach pinches at the briefest taste of his despair and you have to hold yourself back from doing something to give you more immediately. 

“How dare you.” He frowns deeply. “I should order you to smite yourself or something…”

“Haven’t you been curious at all?” You smile softly and tilt your head to the side against the doorway. You choose to ignore his comment because you’re confident he wouldn’t dare order such a thing while you’re in this body.  “Haven’t you wondered what she’s been up to all this time?” 

“No.” he says quietly. His bitterness tastes savory on your tongue and you bite your lip to keep from moaning. Ugh, why hadn’t you thought of this before if it was going to be this easy?

“It’s ok, I know you have.” You make your way toward him. “If it helps, she’s definitely regretting her decision to leave you. Three kids, a husband who is distant and works all the time and,”

You pause, tilting your head and looking to the ceiling. “Definitely cheating.”  You’re not even halfway to him when suddenly your back is against a nearby wall. You sigh and mourn the loss of the savory taste of his bitterness. “Hoseok-”

“Don’t you Hoseok me.” He snaps.  Excitement builds in your chest when you get the faintest taste of bitterness. He gives you a once over, lips turned down into his signature triangle frown. “You disgust me.”

“Sometimes,”  You take a deep breath and watch him steadily. Is he playing along? “Sometimes at night when the kids are asleep and I am sitting there, waiting for him to come home…I think about what my life would be like if I hadn’t left you. Additionally, I should have broken up with you in a better way. I made a poor decision.” 

He backs off you and puts his hands in his pockets. “A poor decision?” He laughs bitterly. “That’s what you call it? You think I would want anything to do with you now after what you’ve done, Choi Eunsil?” 

You gasp in excitement after studying his face, finding nothing but anger there. You didn’t think this would actually work, his dark eyes show he’s not fully there due to his rage. He has no clue you’re not the real aged up Choi Eunsil, who left him for another man long before he became J-Hope. You can’t stop your mouth watering in the hope you’ll be able to feed decently this time but you’ll have to be smarter about it than you were with Jimin. 

“I know you tried to quit…twice, even.” You coo. If you were with Jimin you would hug him now but you know better with Hoseok. You don’t emote outside of understanding when you see his jaw clench.  “When I read about it, I couldn’t help but wonder what they did to you to make you feel bad enough to leave. It seems they didn’t see you like I did.”

He crosses his arms and looks to the ceiling before responding. “How exactly did you see me?.”

“Someone who was going to do really great things, but would have been held back by a silly girlfriend who only wanted to have his attention and affection. Way too handsome to be hiding behind a silly mask.” You let your voice break and your eyes fill with false tears. “Go ahead and rub my unhappiness in my face. Scream at me about how much you missed me, how much I hurt you. I saw your interview where you talked about me and had such a bittersweet smile. I’m sorry you had to make that expression in front of the world. Tell me about how much you hate me. I want you to have closure.”

He makes you shiver when he steps closer and rests a hand at your throat. “I could never hate you.” He says softly, his eyes on your lips. It makes your excitement deflate a little and you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes. If you couldn’t get him riled up you weren’t going to be able to eat. You hold your tongue and see if he’ll be the conductor to his own downfall. Surely you’ve given him enough of a push to get started by now. “I would have fought for you.”  You swallow thickly when his fingers tighten in response. 

“Just like you fought for your freedom, right?” You smile softly. You take a deep pull from his sadness when he shakes his head in disagreement. “Don’t lie to me. You would have dumped me as soon as one of your managers told you to.” You don’t flinch when he gives your neck another squeeze.                  

“If…” He pauses and licks his lips. “If I had left and tried harder to get you back…?”

Jungkook wouldn’t have let that happen. You bite your tongue for once. “Kiss me, Hoseok.” When he does without hesitating you give him a show for effect so you can immediately begin drawing from his building energy. Surely it couldn’t be this easy. Was Hoseok really still hung up on his ex from so long ago?

You pull him closer, turn you both around and press him against the wall when you allow his eager tongue to slip past your lips. Deciding to move before he can gain the upper hand you slip a hand into his pants and under the band of his underwear, giving his quickly hardening length a loving brush with your fingertips. He trembles under your touch and it lights a fire in your belly, letting the sweet flavor fill your senses. 

“Hurry.” You stop kissing him long enough to whisper against his lips. It makes you feel like a glutton with the way you’re quickly attempting to feed from him. You don’t want to risk any distractions that could take him out of the mood so you stay focused on your task. His smile is blinding and he captures your lips once more, giving your wandering hands more access after he just steps out of his pants, kicking them out of the way.  

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he murmurs against your lips before dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “I still think about you, y’know.”

“I know,” You coo. Eyes bleeding black from the pleasure you’re getting from feeding so overwhelming you have to shut them quickly. A few blinks is enough to clear them again.

You decide a good reaction to the sight of him rolling to his knees and lifting up your dress is to brace yourself with a hand against the wall and blush, shyly meeting his fiery gaze as he slides your sticky panties down your legs.  

“Hold it.” he says firmly, placing the hem of your dress into your free hand. You clench the fabric tight between your fingers and choke on your breath when he immediately lifts one of your thighs to rest it on his shoulder, slipping his tongue through your slick labia and latching right onto your clit. Your legs tremble and you gush when he suckles steadily, lightning shooting up your back at both the sensation and the rush of the effect of his lust from your reaction. It’s thick yet light like cream and it settles deliciously in your stomach.

“Oh!” You gasp when two long fingers breach your entrance slowly. They slide against your most sensitive place, only picking up speed when you urge him further. You take your hand from the wall and run your fingers through his soft hair, giving him just a small push with a roll of your hips, hissing at the feeling of your systems coming back to life. This felt like it would be enough to get you back in business!

Since you have enough juice to keep you going you think it’s about time to finish this off. The next stroke of his tongue and fingers has you teetering on the edge of an orgasm you aren’t ready for, legs trembling and both hands clutching his head to your center. You cum before you’re able to distract yourself enough to stop it from happening, your pride overwriting even your need to eat further. You’d been so focused on feeding you hadn’t even noticed you were actually getting off on this. Even though J-Hope thinks he’s sucking the soul out of his ex, your pride as a demon couldn’t let this go.  

You’re gasping and cursing, pussy spasming around fingers driving you mad, blackened eyes looking to the ceiling before shutting in case he notices. He’s up and bites into the skin where your shoulder and neck meet, cock already out of his underwear and teasing at your still clenching entrance. He lets your leg rest in the crook of his arm. He looks down at your exposed and glistening lips and groans. “I can’t wait anymore, Eunsil.”

“Do whatever you want. I want you to feel good.”  You smile when he yanks you closer in his excitement to go further. He wastes no time fucking up into your cunt, groaning at the feeling of you around him. So wet and warm, almost uncomfortably so, Hoseok can’t think of anything else but finishing inside you, even if it would ruin everything. He whimpers pathetically when you plant the idea in his head, pushing the urgency to the forefront of his mind. His extremities are tingling, his mind is cloudy but he wants more. 

His greed sends a fresh wave of warmth through your system and you eagerly devour it, meeting his lips again, moaning for an entirely different reason than Hoseok thinks. Since he can’t see who you truly are it just spurs him on, using the other hand on your ass to push you forward to meet his thrusts and taking immense pleasure in how much deeper he can feel you and how your expression changes. Just so he can prolong this feeling just a little longer he slows down, resting his dampened forehead against yours.

“Still just as flexible I see.” he pants with a laugh. “You feel so good, I’m not going to last much longer.”

“I’ll always come back,” You lie. “You can be greedy for once Hoseok.”

“Fuck,” he gasps, hips speeding up. “I want to so badly.”

“Hoseok,” You tilt your head so your lips are at his ear. “You can cum inside me. I want you to.” He whimpers and clutches your body closer, tucking his face into the crook of your neck and babbling promises he’ll never get a chance to fulfill. At the last second he yanks your other leg up, squishing your body between his and the wall, filling the room with the sound of your skin clapping against one another. When he cums he groans loudly, rolling his hips into yours while you take large drags of his emotion. You envied those who could feed off of the euphoria he’s experiencing right now. 

He seems like he doesn’t have the strength to keep you both up so you bring your legs down yourself, cringing at the feeling of his release coating your thighs. Hoseok’s catching his breath but his eyes are on your thighs and you can even feel just a smidge of his lust again. Would it be worth it to go a second round or would it be too risky? Maybe if you have enough power back you could switch bodies so things didn’t get too messy. It was one thing to trick Hoseok into thinking he’s fucking his ex once but if it continues and he gets hooked then your deal with Jungkook could be in jeopardy. You lick your lips, feeling a little satiated from your time with Hoseok. You can go out and do some damage now.

“How about a shower?” Hoseok beams. His handsome face is glowing with the combination of his dampened skin, hair and smile. 

You inwardly shudder in disgust. “Get started and I’ll be right in after you.” 

As soon as he disappears through the doorway you’re hit with a wave of nausea. You stumble and have to brace yourself with a hand against the wall. Pain blossoms through your body and you clutch your stomach with your free hand, curling in on yourself against the pain. You’re startled to see those same symbols from the other day burned into the flesh on the back of your hands and rapidly spreading. You let out a squeak of panic because you’re not sure what to do. 

Then you feel it. The hunger was coming back full force. The amount you got from Hoseok wasn’t enough. Quickly you send a spell to wipe his memory as soon as he steps foot out of the bathroom to save your ass in case he went out looking for her or tried contacting her. You need more power to deal with the fall out that would create and you couldn’t risk it right now. You cry out in pain just as you’re trying to gather enough power to leave but feel the weight around your neck burning harshly instead. 

“Eunsil, what was that?” Hoseok calls. When you don’t answer he walks out of the bathroom holding a towel. He blinks in surprise to find he doesn’t remember why he came out of the bathroom in the first place. He’s met with the sight of his luggage placed near the entryway where he left it when he came home from overseas a few minutes ago. “Hm.”  Without questioning another thought he turns back to go take a shower.

You land harshly on the floor of an apartment that’s completely dark. Clenching your teeth you pull yourself up onto your knees, checking over your skin to find those symbols gone and the pain you felt before dulled significantly. However you’re hungry once again and your throat pinches when you swallow. Frustration burns through your veins. You didn’t understand what was happening to you and so far you’ve struck out twice while trying to find out.  The only options you could think of were to either try and go back where you came from and find a higher ranked demon to see if they’d help you, or keep trying to manipulate the remaining members into telling you what you needed to know. At this point you probably wouldn’t have enough power to go back and forth between realms that deeply. There’s no guarantee there’d be any spare souls for you to refresh yourself with before coming back here. You can’t risk it. You’re stuck.

“Where the hell am I…” You mutter bitterly. You’re quickly met with the sound of high-pitched, shrill barking. Surprised, you cover your ears and blink up at the bed before you. All you can see from your position is a mound of blankets and a mop of unruly hair. 

“Tannie,” a deep voice rumbles thickly with sleep. “Hush.” 

Tannie…. 

You blink several times. 

“Taehyung?”

There’s a moment of silence before the comforter flips off of him and he sits up, eyes wide in shock. His sudden motion gives Yeontan the bravery to start barking again. 

“Demon Noona?”

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Prologue Jimin Next: Taehyung

#j-hope smut #bts smut #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #bts hoseok #bts jhope #bts supernatural au #bts au #hoseok smut #bts demon au #bts angst #jhope angst #hoseok angst

[myhatisblue]

I started this Mills thing forever ago.  I did what I could with it since it was already pretty long but it does just kinda stop.  Least there’s some fun lore here.

In an ideal world Gaspar Mills would be at home. Curled up in blankets, as the smell of a slow cooked stew permeated the air, and the television showed and sang the roars of a kaiju or two.  Left alone disconnected, and at peace.  

But it’s been a while since he’d gotten the freedom to even go home. His most recent job went bad, sure an abstract horror laid slaughtered… But not before Mills found himself gutted, and internals spread across the floor. The beast was arrogant, its twisting limbs and multiple mouths came in close to enjoy the meal. Close enough to touch, and stupid enough to forget to make absolutely sure he was passed out. Regardless of the nature of the creature it was just meat and bone… It cried out the same, a broken form trapped in skin it never consented to. Craving to be unwound and set free.  A request the King of roaches would deny over and over again on any other day.  It was a step too far, a peak that wasn’t easily backed down from.  

But the madness brought on while at the brink of death drives all sense away. Before he fully grasped his action the room was coated in red fibers of meat and spikes bone.  And in the middle of it all a flower bloomed from what hadn’t been cast away to the walls or floors.  A victory yes, but what remained of Mills was barely held together. Death would finally come this time, he’d be done with all of this. The world faded and nothingness gripped him once again.

“Can’t believe you finally did it.”

Even in death there was no escaping that voice. It was as much a part of his mind as he was.

“Just let me fucking die in peace Kenneth.”

“Man, you wish Gaspar. You already know there’s no getting off this ride.  Within the hour the monster hunting bastards will be scooping up your sorry corpse.”

“It’s Mills asshole… and as if there’s even enough there to put back together…”

“God you’re being dramatic as fuck again.  You might have earned the cute little title of ‘King of roaches’, but you ate the heart of the eldritch lord of flesh.  You really think a few missing organs are going to stay gone for long?”

“...Eldritch lord?!”

“Oh, ha wow that just slipped out. Woops.”

“Fuck off Ken. You just like dumping shit like that one me when I can’t get rid of you.  Then refuse to say anything beyond it.”

“To be fair I’ve already told you that I make up half of the shit I tell you. If you get stuck on one thing or another that’s your fault.”

“Urgh… Can you atleast give me a hint about what the flower was?”

“Say please and maybe I’ll consider it.”

“...”

“Come on Mills.”

“Ugh.. Please Kenneth tell me what the hell that meat flower was.”

“Making something new is complex, even more so when it’s alive. Why wouldn’t you start small? Wouldn’t have pinned you down for someone who’d spread flowers though.”

“I didn’t plan on doing that, I just did what it’s flesh wanted… And I guess that was what it wanted to be.”

“Sure it was.”

“... I’m not taking the bait.  If I ask what you're implying you're just going to say ‘oh nothing’ in that stupid tone.”

“That sounds about right.  Well it seems like our time is running out, but I’ll give you this.  Keep doing anything and you’ll get better at it.  Though I’m not sure that’s what you actually want this time.”

It all went quiet after that, and soon the world saw fit to drag Mills back to consciousness. The ceiling was white, and mumbling voices filled the air.  They seemed like they wanted his attention, but it all faded into background noise. His body felt wrong, the placement of joints and internals…  It wasn’t right, but just like every other lump of flesh it could be altered. With an unsteady hand he reached towards his stomach. Skin parted, and it wasn’t long before the  voices around changed from murmurs to out right screeches.  No matter how much he tried to correct the mistakes it was never perfect.  The pain was growing, still he tried to fix what was broken. Until his arms were grabbed and an all too familiar needle was stabbed and injected into his neck. Instantly the world faded and not even that cold nothingness could take him.

By the time Mills was able to open his eye again a man was sitting next to him reading.  He was wearing a Navy blue suit,  with a black dress shirt underneath.  The gray hair and tired eyes spoke more to the amount of stress he deals with day to day than his actual age.  Mills had asked once expecting him to be well over 50 only to find out he was only 39. His name was Harris, and he was the poor fool stuck trying to keep Mills in line. A job that likely only added to the amount of gray hair growing on harris’ head.

After letting his eye wander between Harris and the ceiling, Mills tried to pull himself up out of bed.  It was only then that he became aware that his hands were currently restrained.  6 black bands that were about an inch thick had been placed on his arms.

“I… Pissed off the higher ups.. didn’t I?”

His voice was shaky, and pathetic but it was enough for Harris to put down his book. He looked as if he was about to scream at Mills but took a breath and managed to only let out a sigh.

“I don’t know what you expected… You gave the medical team the scare of a lifetime. What were you even trying to do”

“My insides… they don’t feel right…  I just wanted to fix it.”

“Sneckdraw had suspected it was something like that. Give me a second. I wrote down a message from him.”

Harris pulled out his phone, making sure to mimic the emotionless tone of the demon hunter Mills knew all too well.

‘Organs that undergo complete evisceration often grow back imperfectly.  I can only conclude that this process will hold a heavier weight for one so engaged in the subject matter.  All you can do is move forward, bear the weight of your choices, and do better to avoid them in the future. With time it will fade.’

Mills couldn’t help but scoff, that sounded like something he’d say. Most of the time Sneckdraw says nothing, he just stares and leaves everyone around him on edge.  But on rare occasions he’ll speak with extended detail. Drawn out words, spoken in a deep monotone, slow and deliberate. Always unsettling in their delivery.

While Harris couldn’t capture it fully he got the gist.  Although Mills couldn’t be sure if the impression was actually intended, or just how a message from sneckdraw naturally ends up sounding.

“That sounds like a lot of words to just say that it’s normal…”

“There was nothing normal about that scene Mills… What was that?”

“Guess you saw me after all that huh…’

“Yeah, I did.”

No escape from this conversation… The grim look Harris had been wearing since the start of all this was evident. It was a genuine concern, the kind that always knocked Mills off kilter.  He could bear the pain and what it did to him, it was easy enough to ignore it, and bury it deep within.  But being reminded that it wasn’t normal, that it wasn’t just fine to keep going like that… It shattered the poorly put together illusion everytime. Mills would have to be honest, or he’d never leave the medical wing.

“...You know how I ask people to avoid physical contact?”

“Yeah, I remember you saying their bodies were too loud.”

“It’s not just that… Their flesh speaks to me.”

“It what?”

“‘The skin is a prison’, and every single living thing I’ve been forced to have contact with wants to be set free. Everytime I’d tell them to fuck off.  I was out of options, so that was me giving it what it wanted…”

“Why haven’t you brought that part up before?”

“Cause the list of possible solutions can only really end with me locked in a cell somewhere for being a problem.”

“That’s the paranoia speaking Mills. We’re here to support you, but we need to know what the problems are before we can help solve them. Has this gotten worse over time?”

“Na, since I woke up it’s always just been there.”

“That’s good to hear at the very least.”

A phone rings, and it only takes a glance at Harris to know what was coming next.

“I have to head out for now,  I’ll be back later tonight. If you need me before then you know my number.”

“How am I supposed to make a phone call when my arms are tied down…?”

“Just shout, someone will be around to check on you.”

“Well at least tell me what the armbands are about before you fuck off.”

“Ah right, they should help you stay grounded and stay focused on where you are. It’s a better answer than just wrapping your arms in cloth over and over.”

“Right…”

Again Mills was left alone to stew with his thoughts… While he was sure he could escape the restraints if he put his mind to it, what would be the point?  The compound the medical wing was in was deep underground. He wouldn’t get far before he was thrown back in bed.  

At the very least he would be able to rest his eye for a while. Or at least that would have been his plan if not for a new guest slipping into his room.

“Talk about Déjà vu, at the very least you're looking better than last time I crashed your hospital room.”

Brandom Lewis was always easy to pick out of a crowd, his fashion choices were unique to say the least.   Tending to favor bright colours and floral designs, and a pair of orange toned glasses he was hard to miss.

Brandon took a long look at Mills, getting really close to his face. Unintentionally showing off the other unique feature the man hid.   Perhaps man was the wrong word, because he was more accurately described as a highly complex hivemind of insects piloting a human corpse. And under the right circumstances liked getting annoyingly close to other peoples faces. Letting them enjoy the sight of his collective squirming ever so slightly beneath his skin.

After evidently enjoying making Mills visibly uncomfortable, he set on freeing his hands and crashed on the seat next to his bed. Mills took the opportunity to rub his wrists and stretch out his stiff arms.

“They’re gonna have to go back on before I leave, but may as well enjoy the freedom while you can. Though between you and me it’s stupid to even bother with them.”

“I agree but the illusion of control is a hell of a thing.”

“Don’t I know it! So Kid, how are you doing? Last time I actually saw you, you were still a twig by comparison. Faye mentioned that you were going to work on bulking up. Didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.”

“You know how time goes, months in the other dimension, are days out in the real world.”

“Mhm, I’ve heard new blood is gonna start being trained there in the next year or two.  Once the nerds make sure people won’t blow up randomly after prolonged exposure from being there.”

“They don’t mention shit like that to me, building materials just start showing up.”

“Huh I figure they’d just have you make those kinds of things.”

“Things I make there have a minor habit of collapsing into meat if my brain gets too fuzzy.”

“Ahh with the millions invested in equipment, I guess that would be a bit of a problem.”

“Millions??”

“Oh yeah there’s some serious money being poured into you. No pressure or anything.”

“So you're saying I probably shouldn’t make the ground under them collapse no matter how funny it would be.”

“Nahhh do it anyway, It’ll be great for you.”

“Yeah I’ll get to enjoy a few years without having to worry about taxes, or bills. It’ll just all be in a nice cell custom made to fuck me…  Now why are you even here Brandon?”

“I’ve got the day off, and didn’t have much planned beyond doing dailies and that's easy enough to do here.”

“Dailies…?  I assume that it's related to the game that you’re always playing? Heard Faye ranting about how you dropped a few grand on that thing.”

“She just doesn’t have the backing of the gatcha gods.  And if we’re being real here what else am I gonna spend money on?  Housing, internet and food is covered already, and I can’t exactly go out and party like the old days.  If I drop a few bucks here and there investing in the things I enjoy, what's the big problem?”

“It sounded more like gambling when Faye was telling me about it, and pretty shitty investment if that’s the case.”

“Says the dude who spent hundreds on original godzilla posters…”

“That’s art!”

“Riiiight…”

“You have to have seen them, I know people around here are always breaking into my house and bugging the shit out of it! Shits real nice looking, it’s peak classic poster art.”

“Information related to your house is classified, But I have been keeping up on your reports.  I enjoyed the ones that just degraded into calling people assholes or ‘mega dicks’ for 10 pages.”

“Well normally I have to get that shit done the second I finish a case.  Can’t blame me for still being a little pissed about the whole thing. Not like I really get why I’m even doing it, hell I’m shocked you’re even reading them.  Kinda assume they got tossed in a bin and thrown into a cabinet somewhere.”

“Nah, I read all of it. What might be some ‘crackhead’ in one of your reports could likely be related to some bigger fish in another game. So I might not be able to smash some skulls like the old days, but I still get a little rush from nailing down someone trying their best to be ignored.”

“I get it, I just didn’t really see myself doing so much deskwork.”

“Well you’ve managed to piss someone off given those arm bands so you might be doing a lot more of it if you keep this up.”

“Huh, Harris told me they were just replacing the wrappings I used to use.”

“Kid, you have got to work on your senses.  Skipping on the magic studies just cause you’ve got bad blood for it is gonna screw you.”

“I’ve been working on it, but it just never clicks.  Come on what the hell does magic have to do with the bands?”

“Try and take one off.”

Stares were shared over a brief silence before a loud electric pop filled the air. Even the slightest movement Mills tried to make against the bands ended in a sharp shock to his arms, while they stayed clung exactly where they were placed..

“Shit!”

“Pfft God you should see your face, kid.  Priceless.”

“Not fucking cool!  What if they get caught on something or someone rips them off mid fight?”

“It’s magic and set to protect solely against your interference. That’s talking mentally and physically. So even asking someone to remove them or even replacing your arms is going to lead to a lot of fun results.”

“Fuck they can do that?”

“They got your blood, name, and pretty much anything else they’d ever need to nail any spell or curse on you. You ought to be happy, it's not worse than a few shock collars.”

“Ugh… I killed the beast, while the details might have gotten a little messy but the results were still good.”

“The higher ups will always see you as a danger to humanity, giving them more reasons to think that lands you in early retirement.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“You know it…

Ah crud, look at the time.  I remembered some stuff I need to handle before night rolls around.  Show me your hands, so I can lock them back up.”

“Fine. But before you go, any idea how much longer I’ve got here?”

“Given the rumblings I’ve heard you’re gonna be stuck with a week of observation. So at least you’ll have tons of time to write the report for that last job.”

“Great…”

Mills let his arms be locked to the bed he was already stuck in. Without much else to do he could really only try and sleep.  Least that would kill some time.

#I only did one edit pass so there are likely a ton of mistakes.

[solradguy]

I-no for the ask meme? 👉👈

YEAH WITCH WOMAN!!!!!!

🎸 Overall opinion of them:

I-No's design is so COOOOOOOLLLLLL. Witch rockstar??? Hell yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🎸 Gender/sexuality headcanons:

I know like no less than 3 trans women who really like I-No so when I see her I'm like "aww fellow trans bestie <3" haha. As for her sexuality, I-No is anything sexual. It's basically confirmed she'd bone anything as long as it was fun/consensual.

🎸 Favorite moment in canon:

All of her interactions with Sol in +R are great. They hate each other SO MUCH she doesn't even come up with witty sex/music puns when she fights him, she goes right into stuff like "I'm gonna rip your guts out and hang you from a ceiling fan with them" kinda lines. Her boss fight is really fun too, once I figured out how tf to dodge all the patterns.

🎸 Favorite line, in canon or otherwise:

God it's so hard to pick just one because her puns are all great. I just learned about this one while skimming over her quotes page on the wiki and it got a hearty snort outta me:

"I don't know much about fighting bare-handed, but I do know what to do with a fist, if you know what I mean." (victory line against Jam in XX)

And then her victory line against A.B.A. (XX), which I also just became aware of earlier today:

"That thing's your husband? It looks like a big toy for such a little woman. Can you handle all of it? Haha! You have great taste in men!"

Amazing.

🎸 Characters I love seeing them interact with:

Sol, definitely, but mostly their early interactions where they're like 2 steps away from either destroying a small country from their fighting or having the WILDEST hate sex ever (or both). They toned down their dialog by Strive lol I miss the vitriol.

I-No is in the Lightning the Argent novel too and I'm looking forward to seeing who all she interacts with in that, and especially her interactions with That Man. I'm curious if there's anyone in this series she doesn't make dirty jokes at lmfao

🎸 Last thing before sleeping headcanons:

Actions that would make a good Catholic boy like Ky blush. I-No is proficient enough with magic that any kind of body maintenance stuff, like brushing her teeth, can be done almost without thinking about it. Maybe she does still enjoy manually brushing her hair though, since it feels kinda good.

🎸 Sleeping habits headcanons:

Sooooo, so much silk. Silk sheets, night gown, pillowcases. She probably doesn't even need to sleep, but she definitely has a nice bed for lounging in and other activities. I don't think she'd need to, but for some reason I can imagine her sleeping with an eye mask. Maybe there are a bunch of rituals like that that she does because she just likes the rhythm of doing them every night. Like putting on lotion and face peels. It keeps her grounded, in a way.

🎸 First thing after waking up headcanons:

Hmm... This is tricky. I'm trying to envision I-No in early morning scenarios and they all feel kinda silly or out of character for her. She's too much of a late night person... Maybe she starts the day off going 100 miles an hour and jumps right in with a shot of whiskey and then whatever plans need to be done that day.

🎸 Favorite locations headcanon:

I-No definitely is not a nature person. She probably likes hanging out in seedy clubs where she can be a freak without judgement and have a good time with a bunch of strangers she won't have to see again. I think that's an important factor for her, not having to deal with people more than once because she gets bored with the repetition/monotony.

#ask memes #jarofmag1c

[fangirlies]

Oh hell yeah!! Time to get my handkerchief out for that angst👏

Hell yeah, this jealous linguine is loved there! Although I'm not a fan of jealousy irl, but some fictional characters have a pass for that in my list, because they don't sink into the toxic and manipulative shit (although sometimes I enjoy very much reading such content because why not). Idk, but it's more about longing in them and strong desire to be with their person, the glares that they send to somebody who is getting suspiciously close to them and the intense eye contact with their person. And xavier definitely has it all, this sulking noodle boy. It's like he rather seethes himself to the bones, than does some unprovoked and trashy thing in front of everybody because of his jealousy, but in private👀 sheesh! you wrote it better than I can word it.

Btw, how are you doing?

- elliot anon

I’m not one for jealousy either tbh. I think people can get very manipulative and toxic or controlling. BUT when it comes to thorpe boy? That scrawny man can tell me when and how to bark and I’ll do it with a smile on my face. From now on he will be referred to as linguine and everyone’s just going to have to deal with it!

I’m doing good bestie! Not going to lie, I’ve been in my head a little too much lately. But I’m giving myself some grace and reminding myself that it’s not that deep. How are you though? I’d love to hear some good news even if it’s a small win 😌 let me live through your victories.

#fangirliestalk #Elliot anon talks