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theheartofthestar · 7 days

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Prompt 20 - Florist AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 20th - 837 words

Remus looks up when he hears the door bell chime. It's a slow Tuesday, so he's just been sitting behind the counter catching up on some reading. The four men carry themselves as if they are still school boys, pushing each other and talking above one another, but by their looks Remus can tell they must be around his own age.

One of the men is finally pushed forward, all long, silky black curls framing a handsome face. Sharp nose above a perfect bow of pale lips. Remus eyes trace the man's face up to his eyes, the most beautiful set of grey eyes, unnerving yet appealing. The man clears his throat and Remus lifts his eyebrows, hoping to mask the attraction he feels behind what he hopes comes off as justified annoyance at four grown men acting like boys in a tiny flower shop on a Tuesday afternoon.

"Hi, uhm, you're handsome" the man says, and Remus smirks even through he knows his face is coloring. The other three snort.

"Subtle, Sirius, very subtle" the man with face piercings laughs.

"I mean, have you got, uhm-" Sirius pauses, as if they had walked in without a clear plan on what exactly they wanted to buy from a flower shop. "-flowers?"

"Oh my god"

"Pads!"

"Zero rizz, I swear"

"Yeah, we've got flowers" Remus feels his heart doing acrobatics on his chest. "What type are you looking for?"

"Uhm, eh, I don't know, maybe something like that?" Sirius scrambles to find something around the shop that might look like something that's ready to be sold. He ends up pointing at the flower crowns Remus made this morning, now sitting on a shelf and waiting to be delivered tomorrow morning.

"Flower crowns." Remus says, to confirm. Never mind he feels he'll probably melt if he sees this gorgeous being in a flower crown of all things.

"Yes" Sirius looks awkward, but Remus catches the very clear way his smile also carries a certain flirt. And they say the love of your life will never knock on your door.

"Oh, those are commissioned, they aren't for sale. But how about-" Remus tries to think of a way to keep them in the shop a bit longer. Maybe he'll get lucky and manage to get a phone number. "-how about I teach you how to make them? You pay for the flowers, and I'll just show you how to wave them"

It's a silly idea, but one that Lily has been pestering him about ever since they went together to that sip-and-paint some weeks ago. The dark skinned man immediately perks up.

"Like a workshop?" He says excitedly, and the man who looks just like Sirius groans. Remus thinks maybe they are brothers. "I love workshops! Yes, absolutely! Where do we sit?"

And so starts an afternoon Remus didn't plan on having, stealing glances and sharing small smiles with this handsome angel that happened to walk into his shop. Remus learns their names, listens to their friendly bickering and tries to keep his blush and his breathing under control when Sirius' calf presses against his under the table.

When they are done, the four of them wear their flower crowns proudly. The flowers in James' crown have lost half their petals, rough hands as his are. Barty refused to remove the thorns from his rose's stems, and Remus wonders idly what's up with that. Regulus' crown is by far the prettiest, and blushes brightly when James says as much. But it is Sirius' crown that looks the loveliest, because the loveliest pair of hands wove it.

The group dawdles by the door for a bit before they go, and James very obviously gives Sirius a shove towards the counter behind which Remus is trying to keep his hands busy to avoid staring at the most beautiful being he's ever laid eyes upon. But Sirius says nothing, just smiles a bit awkwardly and so Remus says nothing, just blushes and crinkles his eyes. The friends clearly feel some help is needed, because James comes forward and slings an arm around Sirius' shoulders

"So how long do these last, Remus?" James says, vaguely pointing at his and Sirius' flower crowns. Remus has to clear his throat before answering.

"About four days, I would say-" whatever he was going to continue with is interrupted by James.

"Great! So you can expect Pads here to come by to pick up another one." James pats Sirius on his chest as he says so.

"I can?

"Prongs-"

"Same time next week? Yes? Awesome, he'll bring some coffee too. It's a date, tá!" And with that, James drags a mortified looking Sirius and his other two very amused friends out of the store. Before they slide out of sight, Sirius catches his eye and smiles.

Remus smiles looking at the flower crown in his hands. Next Tuesday can't come fast enough.

(you can read more of my work here)

#wolfstar microfic #florist au #flowershop au #Florist!Remus #remus lupin #sirius black #hp marauders #astra writes #marauders microfic

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bobfloydssunnies · 2 months

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there's a hole where something was...

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader (its not a main focus really)

Rating: PG they make some jokes but nothing crazy

Summary: The daggers find out about a couple little secrets Bob has been keeping

Word Count: 2k

Note: This was born from me talking about fall out boy songs I think Bob would listen to and then turned into this wonderful idea after talking about it with @bobgasm and @pinkdaisies9285

I am also posting this before I can talk myself out of it because I've reread it so many times in the last few days I'm starting to hate it just a little

(I may have hidden a couple fall out boy reference into this as well)

Since the mission months ago and the daggers getting stationed closer together more often than not this meant they would meet up and get drinks together. Every night out usually ended up with tipsy games of pool or just talking about life outside work and learning things about new friends.

Somehow on this particular night out at the hard deck the topic of what everyone looked like when we were younger before their navy days had come up. Which is how we all ended up seated at the tables not far from the pool tables swapping phones around with everyone showing off pictures of them at various stages of childhood and adolescence and everyone laughing at the questionable outfit choices or bad haircuts. Slowly everyone else had their turn and had left Bob to be the last one in the usual fashion because he had hoped staying quiet would save him from having to show off his own photos. “Alright Bob you are the only one left who hasn’t shared pictures so are we gonna see you in those dorky glasses as a kid of what” Jake threw out across the tables that had been grouped together for us. “No one wants to see them, trust me they are pretty boring compared to everyone else” Bob stuttered out avoiding looking at anyone at the table. Slowly everyone started begging to see pictures and poke fun at him for now wanting to show pictures of himself saying they couldn’t be as bad as some of the others we had seen from the others tonight. Eventually, Bob decided he had enough of the teasing and pulled his phone out, unlocked it, and started scrolling. After a bit of time he seemed to pause and look up at the table and he seemed nervous like whatever he was about to show us would change something. Jake caught on that he was hesitating to show the group his phone and snatched it out of his hand, “No way this is you” he exclaimed looking at the photo causing everyone to flock around him and the phone in his hand. Suddenly everyone was freaking out and throwing questions about his hair and the piercings on his face. “Is that really an eyebrow piercing?” Phoenix asked looking at her wso, Bob shrugged not knowing how to handle everyone asking things at the same time.

The picture in question showed a younger bob with a lip ring on the left side of his mouth, a silver barbell eyebrow piercing on the right, and his hair outside his normal look with it the top being longer and dyed dark with the ends of his hair being dyed red while the sides were cut shorter. “Who knew the little wallflower had an emo phase”, Bob laughed at that knowing there were other things about him that would surprise them more like the tattoos he has hiding on his ribs and upper thigh or the 3rd piercing he’s still got but managed to keep hidden all these years. I smirked after seeing Bob’s reaction knowing exactly what he was thinking. “What else are you hiding from us?” Bradley asked, noticing both our reactions. Bob gave me a look and I just shrugged back as if to say the ‘choice is yours’. “Let’s just say those are the only piercings I got done” he replied with a smirk, Bob was just messing with them now. Natasha watched you both like she was waiting for one of you to spill exactly what it was or where it was.

The others seemed to have calmed down from the news that their quiet wso had a secret past and were now making a list of different piercings that they thought he could have. You both knew they wouldn’t guess correctly because honestly, they wouldn’t expect Bob to have his nipples pierced. Bob looked good with the lip ring and eyebrow piercing, but him shirtless covered with a little sweat showing off the little collection of tattoos on his ribs and the nipple piercings was a whole other vision to behold. The list of piercings and where they had been/are included his ears (varying types for this one), his tongue,his nose, someone suggested a belly button piercing and they didn’t seem serious about it but someone joked about having a dick piercing.

As the others broke off into little side groups dropping the discussion of what other secret their friend has, Bob took it as a chance to go get drink refills up at the bar and leave me to my own thoughts. It would be easy to show off the piercing Bob has hidden away just not in the current setting we were all in because there is no way to really do it without Bob taking his shirt off in the middle of the bar and Penny probably wouldn’t appreciate that. But since hearing the list of piercings and the theories that up from the discovery about their teammate I could stop looking the general direction of Bob’s chest and how someone hadn’t caught on to the not so subtle staring was amazing because Bob was dressed in a loose button up outside his usual casual t-shirt and some nice jeans. And since talking about him I couldn’t stop thinking about what he has hidden under his civvies and uniforms. Near me someone cleared their throat breaking me from my thoughts and making me look away from Bob while he leaned up against the bar waiting for our drinks , I looked over to see Fanboy who seemed glad to have caught me looking at Bob “any thoughts to share with the group” he asked with a grin “ these aren’t ones y’all need to know about Bob” I reply feeling a heat creep onto my face “oh having some fantasies about baby on board” Jake jokes “at least someone thinks about me like that” Bob shot back as he returned from the bar.

After that it went back to being a normal night out just having drinks and catching up and playing darts, singing at the piano with Bradley and of course taking over the pool tables. When they eventually started up the games of pool it let you pick the best spot to watch Bob as he leaned over the table to take shots. He seemed to have caught up to why you had exactly picked the spot you had or had caught you staring earlier before rejoining the group because he seemed to have no shame in trying to find way that made sure his shirt moved just enough to show more of his chest of than necessary or he’d move just right to have the shirt rise up a bit had show off just a sliver of his stomach.

The current game was maybe half way through when a gasp fell from someone's lips you were unsure who’s but it seemed to silence the group and got Bob to look up from the shot he was about to take. A confused “what” came from the group but wasn’t answered instead I noticed Natasha staring at Bob from her place opposite him as the pool table “So nipples piercings is the other one you got'', Bob grinned “surprised Tash” he asked while pulling himself away from the table. “Gonna be honest, had you pegged more as a guy to go for a nose ring or maybe your ears” she replied smiling “I gotta keep y’all guessing I wouldn’t want to come off too boring” he joked. The others joined in joking about his choice of piercing and started asking a bunch of other questions about them. “Are you even allowed to have them like does it go against regs at all” Bradley asked “ I mean maybe but I’ve had them for awhile now and no one has said anything it's not like I can hide them really during physicals and med evaluations” Bob replied before standing next to you. “Why didn’t you get rid of them when you stopped wearing the other two?” Fanboy asked “Oh I got them after I joined and was done with basic and most of the training like I had a decent amount of leave saved up and just decided to do it one day” Bob explained like it was obvious. “Why are we just now finding out about them though like it’s not like its something easy to hide I mean I’m pretty sure we’ve all seen you change at some point at time in locker room or ready room at work” Payback asked from his spot beside Fanboy “I cover them up usually when I’m on base just to avoid people seeing them or any other problems like them getting caught or me forgetting to put in the right jewelry I’ve learned its better to prepare for a possible problem than to be unprepared and hope one doesn’t happen plus it make it easier for myself that’s some of why I wore my shirt that day during dogfight football before the mission” everyone was silent like they were trying to picture it or just come up with something else to say “you know I don’t think we’ve ever actually seen you shirtless” Jake said “thinking about Bob shirtless now Bagman” I joke “no, pretty sure that your job” he shot back “hey I don’t blame you I mean between the piercings and the tattoos it’s a nice view” I say looking at Bob, who had a flush to his skin after my comment. “Tattoos too!” “Oops” I said sheepishly. “It’s just like 8-10 small ones that are random little things on my ribs, and some on one of my thighs. It's not like some big piece," Bob said, shrugging it off. I felt a little bad letting it slip, he had tattoos but Bob didn’t seem to be upset with me and was just more uncomfortable to still be the center of attention.

The pool game was long forgotten at this point and the conversation had moved to everyone talking about their own tattoos and what they were getting next or already had ( everyone learned Bradley has a little goose on his ribs for his dad). I pulled Bob a bit aways from everyone to let us both have a moment together away from your friends “I’m sorry for telling them about the tattoos babe” I say holding his hand. “It’s alright darlin they would have found out eventually plus all this coming out makes it easier to add the new stuff we’ve been talking about” he smirked. You and Bob had been talking about him getting new tattoos and maybe looking into some other piercings (once you find the time to look through the navy regs to make sure it wouldn’t cause any problems for him at work) and the more time you had spent talking about it the more excited you both got it was probably for different reasons but you both wanted to see the art on Bob’s body grow. After a bit of time alone Bob takes us back over to our friends who are still stuck on talking about tattoos and what they can and can’t get done because of the navy rules. Natasha notices us both and pulls me to the empty chair next to her making me drag Bob along with me “Hey Tash” I say sitting down, “I can’t believe you never told me about all this that’s what our hang out are for we talk about our partners” she said pouting, okay so she’s a little tipsy “Trust me Tash I wanted to but I know Bob hasn’t told you and I didn’t want to share incase he didn’t want you knowing for some reason” I tell her honestly. Bob it seemed like had been roped into answering Payback and Fanboy’s questions about how much piercings hurt to get done when I heard Javy ask the question of night I’m sure “So you gonna try and get any more things done or is this are far are you’re going with the look”. Bob looked over at me and winked before responding “Who knows maybe inspiration will strike soon and I’ll show up with something new”.

#bob floyd x reader #bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd fic #mission report [aimee writes]

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beomgyw · 30 days

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THE BOY IN THE DARK

you chose to take a walk.

if you're new here, go back to the beginning !!

the sun dips low, painting the suburban street in a warm, golden glow as you step out for a laid-back stroll. grabbing your headphones, you decide to head to the beach, the one you always loved, sunbeam beach. it´s a bit of a hike from your place, but that was the charm—it gives you time to saunter. plus, it holds a special spot in your heart, with its towering waves, silky sand, and a treasure trove of memories. it was the spot where you, kai, and yunjin used to hang out after school, back in the day.

as you meander down the sidewalk, taking in the familiar sights of unchanged houses and new spots replacing the old, a sudden whoosh pierces the air, followed by the unmistakable thud of a football hitting the ground just inches away from you. you nearly jump out of your skin.

and that's when you see a boy approach, looking like he drew the shorter stick and was tasked with recovering the ball. "hey, sorry about that. passionate shot... did we hit you?"

"no harm done," you assure him, taking in his messy, sweat-tousled dark brown hair and his undeniably handsome features. but it´s his eyes you fixate on. thise big round eyes that are just so familiar. you realise that he's also staring at you with a strange look, like he, too, sees something familiar in you.

"it's kinda late for you to be out," he suddenly remarks, and you bristle slightly at the presumption. this town is known for its safety, but he's not your dad to be doling out curfews. but before you can retort, he continues, his tone cryptic. "there's a party tonight. It's not exactly the safest time to be wandering alone if there´s a party. some people get wild."

his words send a shiver down your spine, but you manage a polite response. "sure, i'll be careful. thanks…" you trail off as he abruptly takes his leave.

shrugging it off, you resume your trek toward the beach. the sun is still casting its golden glow as you arrive, the shoreline nearly deserted save for the lone silhouette of a surfer against the horizon.

you spot a pretty shell nestled in the sand, and figure it could be a nice gift to your grandma to collect some and bring them to her, like the old times. as you amble along the shoreline, the gentle rhythm of the waves lulls you into a peaceful state of mind.

engrossed in your task, you lose track of time. before you know it, the sun has dipped below the horizon, enveloping the beach in darkness. the only illumination comes from distant streetlights, casting a faint orange glow over the surroundings. it's then that you realize how far you've wandered from the comforting lights of the beachfront, feeling small and insignificant under the vast evening sky.

as the lights in the distance offer a vague sense of direction, you find yourself uncertain which path leads back home. you remember the small forest that separates the beach from town—by day, a lively spot for picnics and play, but now, in the darkness, it's the last place you want to venture into. especially after the unsettling warnings from that boy with the big eyes. you curse him silently; he's made you far more jittery than you'd typically be.

you start walking on, only praying that luck will quickly get you on the right path home. but the crunch of sand underfoot sends a shiver down your spine. you're not alone. shit.

"hey!" a male voice calls out, prompting you to quicken your pace, eager to put some more distance between the two of you. but before you can evade him, a hand gently settles on your shoulder. "hi," he says. "you looked a bit lost, and i wanted to help. let me walk you out of here."

but you hesitate, feeling a bit wary. you're completely alone and some guy is offering to walk you somewhere in the dark… it sets off alarm bells. "no. i'm good, thanks. i can find my way just fine," you reply.

"please, don't be scared," he reassures you. "it's cool, i promise. i don't mean anything murky. i was out surfing earlier and noticed you veering off from the trail. you really need to head back that way or you'll end up lost in the wood. i just wanna lend a hand. it's kind of my job, actually, i'm a lifeguard here during the day. i'm yeonjun, by the way."

and that's when real panic hits you like a ton of bricks. you would have chosen to run into a serial killer. he's yeonjun. your yeonjun. choi yeonjun. that girl he likely remembers with pity. that stupid little girl who confessed to him with naive hope. what were you even thinking at the time? that he'd suddenly want to date you? that he'd fall head over heels for you? you remember his face, the discomfort evident as he gently turned you down—the only time you ever saw him act awkwardly around a girl.

but then, he's reaching for your hand, all gentle-like, as someone who's trying to feed an untrusting kitten. and ou don't even dare to say a word.

"is this okay?" he asks, his voice soft. "i'll walk you to the track path, then head the other way. i swear. please don't be scared of me."

"y-yeah," you manage to mumble.

after what feels like both an eternity and a blink of an eye because the choi ueonjun is holding your hand, the streetlights start to loom closer, and you can finally make out his features. he hasn't changed a bit. well, maybe his shoulders are broader, and his jawline is more defined, but it's not like that's a downgrade. choi yeonjun; your hildhood crush and certified heartthrob.

"we're already here," he says with a grin, but then his expression changes when he looks at you, like something's shifted in his gaze. and it's not because he's suddenly recognized you.

"hey… i know i said i would head the opposite way, and i don't wanna come off as a creep, but… you're really pretty."

"me?"

"you," he confirms with a chuckle. he's aware of how hot he is, his charm. he knows there's no way he could ever seem creepy to anyone with functioning eyeballs. you keep silent, he keeps talking. "i promise i've got game. it's just the context isn't doing me any favors right now."

"sorry, i'm just… caught off guard. i— i know you're not a creep." you mumble out.

"good," he grins. "because i really am not. if we'd met under normal circumstances instead of you getting lost and me being some guy insisting you to come with me in the night you would've fallen for me, like instantly.

you chuckle, but your smile fades when some ethical force whispers to you that you should tell him who you are. "well, actually, i..."

but then something, or rather someone, cuts you middle sentence. the kind of people who get wild when there's a party.

"CHOI FREAKIN' YEONJUN!" a voice booms out. "told you to stay the hell outta here, but you never listen." you glimpse one figure, followed by three more looming shadows. three big guys escorting the leading one. but it's not his size that sends a shiver down your spine, nor the threat; it's the familiarity. it's park jintaek, your middle school bully.

you instinctively avert your gaze, staring down at your feet, hoping to disappear. yeonjun steps forward, placing himself in front of you, slow and cautious, like he's facing down a raging bear.

"you did mention that," yeonjun says, his voice as calm as a still pond. "but i tend to tune out people who can't spell past ABC."

"dude thinks he's a comedian," chimes in one of jintaek´s buddies.

"he's just showing off beause he's got a chick here. gotta act all cool and manly, like i'm not gonna bust his legs," slurs jintaek, his words sluggish from booze. "lucky you brought a date, 'cause now we can send her to dial for help. you're gonna need an ambulance, choi."

they start inching closer, and you're scrambling for a plan, but there's no way other than running away to solve this. "come on, jintaek, don't let the booze write checks your ass can't cash. if you could take me alone, you wouldn't have brought these three idiots."

"you're so damn cocky, i can't freaking stand you."

you feel yeonjun's hand close around yours, his grip firm and reassuring. "run," he whispers urgently, his voice barely audible above the din of the argument.

you bolt towards the safety of your house, your heart pounding in your chest as you run. running away was the smarter option, jintaek and his bodyguards being drunk enough to never be able to catch up.

as the distance between you and the beach grows, you steal a glance at yeonjun running beside you, his expression determined yet strangely serene. "i'm not a coward, you know?" he says between breaths, "i'm just street smart. a mathematician of the street fight, if you will."

"be a mathematician of saving air and stop talking," you retort.

finally, you reach the safety of your house, the glow of the porch light casting a warm welcome.

gasping for breath, you collapse onto the stairs leading to the front door. you're so focused on getting your lungs to function properly that, you don't notice yeonjun staring at the at the house with an eyebrow raised.

"please don't hate me." you blurt out, nerves gnawing at you.

"no… i'm just… i didn't expect—" he trails off, clearly thrown off guard.

great. you've managed to crack choi yeonjun's cool facade not once, but twice in your lifetime.

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner. i was just so embarrassed at first, and when i wanted to tell you jintaek showed up. please, forget you ever saw me today," you plead, feeling the weight of your mistake.

"yeah, you should have said something earlier," he admits, and you wish the ground would swallow you whole. until, unexpectedly, he continues, "now i've gotta rethink my whole strategy."

"w-what?" you manage to stammer out.

his warm grin returns, eyebrows relaxing. "when i come up with something i´ll hit you up, alright?"

"s-sure, i… wait, so you're not mad at me for not being upfront?"

"what do you mean, not being upfront?" he replies casually as he starts to walk away. "it´s the first time i'm seeing you in seven years."

and just like that, he leaves you there, cheeks flushed, absolutely melting.

so, that just happened.

you're gonna have to meditate, or hypnotise yourself to stop thinking about yeonjun and be able to sleep, but you better knock yourself out because tomorrow's your first day of work.

(coming soon...)

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nyerus · 5 months

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Hi! I really like your meta and insights into characters, so I'd love to hear your take on certain events in book 4.

What do you think Wu Ming was doing during those two days Xie Lian was lying on the ground, pierced with a sword?

It's actually quite hard for me to imagine what Xie Lian could've said to him or threatened him with to make Wu Ming obey him and not follow him for a few days... Xie Lian originally stabbed himself right in front of Wu Ming's eyes and probably told him to go somewhere else afterwards. And I just can't get my head around how Xie Liang managed to convince Wu Ming to not do anything about it right in the moment, and then to leave him unattended for a couple days. I guess there's something to be said for obedience here, but with Xie Lian doing something that has caused him so much pain in the past in front of his eyes, it's hard for me to understand how Wumin could've stayed away, since he was already clearly quite disturbed even before Xie Lian stabbed himself

Hello there!

That's something I've also wondered for a long time, to be honest. Frankly, my only explanation has been that Xie Lian kind of just... yeet'd himself away, and without knowing exactly where, Wu Ming had to search for him. That it was too far for Wu Ming to get there quickly. I don't think Xie Lian gave him any orders or anything, and even if he did, Wu Ming would not have obeyed.

It kind of makes sense because the cut-away says "the next day" -- so it took a day itself for Xie Lian to drop down in Lang-Er Bay. Perhaps that location really was far from where the two originally were. Though, I can't help but feel there would be a commotion, and word-of-mouth would get out that something weird was up in Lang-Er Bay. That being said, no government officials or soldiers or anything came to investigate (as far as I remember), so perhaps not?

Regardless, once Bai Wuxiang came over and started messing around and gathering ghastly spirits, etc etc etc -- I think that would be an unmistakable sign pointing to the right location, allowing Wu Ming to rush over.

That was first impression of that whole thing, and I think it works, anyway. Hopefully my explanation made sense to you! I'm very curious to see if this was changed in the Revised Version, actually. It seems like one of the things MXTX would have revisited.

#lizzisgeek #tgcf #asks

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froggyworlds · 1 year

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@shmorp-mcdurgen

you wear guilt… like shackles on your feet (like a halo in reverse)

I can feel… the discomfort in your seat (but in your head it’s worse)

/lyr

trigger warnings for MAJOR SUICIDE MENTION. IM NOT KIDDING., body horror, and uhh… I think that’s it actually

Mark irls and fictives pls stay safe

There were, of course, a million ways Mark could kill himself.

Now that he wasn’t made of forever-regenerating porcelain, it wouldn’t be hard. The window was right there, accompanied by the memory of shattering glass and the snapping of a neck. So was his revolver, to finish the job it had started so long ago. Not to mention about a thousand other solutions to the problem labeled, in big red letters, “THE LIFE OF MARK HEATHCLIFF.” There were knives in the kitchen downstairs. A bottle filled with pain medicine in the bathroom. He could even just sit here until he starved.

Currently, the last one seemed like the most likely option for him.

He’d lost count of how long, exactly, he’d been sitting on the side of his bed, picking absentmindedly at his fingernails, staring at the bloodstained carpet still littered with bullet shells he’d never had the strength to clean up. For… at least a day (Probably more. Time was a blur.), he’d listened to nothing but his heart beating. It took him a while to convince himself it was real.

It was a welcome sound, honestly. He hadn’t felt his own heartbeat for… Nevermind, not even going to try to think about that right now. Having his own body heat was nice, too. Being human again, for all the pain it brought, was far more favorable compared to the other option.

Mark had no idea how bad he looked at the moment- yes, he felt like shit, but his appearance was either a hell of a lot worse or a hell of a lot better than he thought it was. He hadn’t dared look in a mirror yet, or even move from this spot since… whatever had happened. He still wasn’t sure exactly why he was human again, but at least all of his face was intact.

He was also thankful there wasn’t a chorus of voices coming from the side of his head every time he thought about something too hard. The memory of the CRACK of concrete against skull sang through his mind, and for once it didn’t repeat at him out loud. There were no voices he could actually hear muttering about broken friendships when he remembered the twisted satisfaction of finally, finally getting the chance to punish Cesar for leaving him to die.

Even without the voices, he could still remember in awful clarity the first time he’d gotten so furious… the sickening snap of bone and muscle rearranging, the tangy smell of blood and wail of screams piercing the chilly night air-

Mark felt like he was going to throw up.

Thatcher probably feels like that, too.

The boy pulled his knees into his chest, the movement taking considerably more effort than what one would think was required. …That wasn’t a great sign.

Good.

He deserved to die alone here. That’s what he was supposed to do in the first place, anyways.

It was strange, having to walk places instead of hover above the ground. He didn’t know when he forced himself out of the fetal position, when he decided that starving to death and drowning in guilt wasn’t what he wanted, but the next thing Mark knew he was standing on wobbly legs and leaning against his bed, head swimming with vertigo.

He deserved the discomfort, he knew, but that didn’t make it feel any better.

Where had all of that anger went? It was so much easier to hate everyone. It was exhausting, and it hurt, but it was better than this. Now all he wanted to do was scream and sob and feel something other than the invisible shackles dragging him down by his ankles.

Like a halo in reverse, some almost-forgotten song lyric offered, though Mark didn’t remember anything else about where or when he’d heard it from.

He managed to find his way to the door of his room, turning the knob with a pang of finality. He didn’t want to come back here after he left. He wanted to go and bury himself in a ditch somewhere and never speak to anyone ever again. It’s what Mark deserved.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, fighting back the sudden wave of tears trying to escape his eyeballs. Maybe this was a bad idea, trying to get up and do something; he was already feeling overwhelmed. Starvation was a pitiful way to go, but Mark Heathcliff was a pitiful boy.

Somehow, he managed to make his way to the bottom of the stairs. He’d finally realized that all sight in his right eye was gone- no depth perception, and a weird tingly feeling around that side of his face to match. He did his best to ignore it, but part of him just wanted to claw his entire face off.

Mark doubted there was anything edible in the fridge downstairs. His whole house had been collecting dust for years, and it wasn’t like he’d gone grocery shopping or even had the need to eat since-

A choked sob escaped his throat, and Mark only partially consciously tapped out a string of curses in Morse code against the wall he was leaning on.

The boy’s mind once again circled back around to the knives laying around in the kitchen, but the couch was closer, and he hesitated only a moment before remembering that he wasn’t made out of porcelain anymore and he wouldn’t shatter on impact.

He let out an “oomph” and just layed there for a while, trying to work up the strength to get into a sitting position. Eventually he did, which was surprising.

Now came the hard part.

A shaky hand reached for the phone nearby, and Mark managed to half-blindly stab in the phone number he was looking to call.

It rang. Then rang again. Mark internally counted off until the receiver picked up, and a voice - one he recognized all too well - answered.

“…Hello?”

Mark opened his mouth, then shut it, unable to form a coherent line of dialogue or even a single word.

He could practically sense Jonah Marshall’s quiet confusion from the other end. After a few beats of silence, the other man said,

“If this is a prank call… haha, very funny.”

Mark heard another voice in the background, one that sent his nerves firing, and inhaled sharply. He couldn’t make out what Cesar said, but he was there, and he apparently had a mouth again.

That was a good sign. Cesar didn’t deserve an existence of agony at Mark’s hands. If only Mark could’ve gone back in time and told his past self that before all of this happened in the first place.

He heard something about “hanging up” from Cesar and panicked. If there was ever a bad time not to be able to speak, it was now.

Finally he wrestled a sound of his throat:

“Wait-”

Any movement on the other side of the call immediately ceased.

Jonah’s voice was suddenly much smaller than before, a slight tremor of fear in his voice that simultaneously made Mark feel oddly powerful and tremendously guilty.

“…what?”

Mark panicked for a moment, because now he had Jonah’s attention, but he still couldn’t- and then he mentally slapped himself. Duh.

He quickly tapped out a pattern in Morse code: Is Cesar there.

He knew he was, but, y’know, common courtesy; also his brain felt like overseasomed scrambled eggs at the moment.

Some shuffling noises, and after a moment he heard something of a whimper from the other end, clearly belonging to Cesar.

Nerves spiking, Mark took another deep breath and started tapping again. He had to make this apology count. If nothing else, he had to at least try to make amends with the one man who might forgive him, even if he didn’t deserve it.

Maybe Mark didn’t deserve anything. But he was allowed to be a selfish bastard and apologize anyways, right?

#alt return au #alt au tmc #mark heathcliff #jonah marshall #cesar torres #gotta finish this one before I can write the one about mark getting attacked by alt!Adam #mythic's drabbles

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moemammon · 3 years

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When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

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seriouslysnape · 3 years

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Hot and Cold

James Potter x Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Oral Sex (female receiving), Breast Play.

Word Count: 3,371

A/N: This is trash.

“It’s too cold over there,”

The faint chatter of your teeth could be heard in your ears as you snuggled in even closer to Remus, who was sleeping soundly next to you. If it weren’t for the pattering of rain on the roof, Remus might’ve been able to hear your teeth chittering together too. The shakes and shivers vibrating from your body were visible as your body used as much energy as possible to generate more heat to keep you from going into hypothermic shock.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t THAT cold, but it was chilly enough to where you weren’t exactly comfortable.

The boys kept it unreasonably cold in their dorm. Even in the midst of the winter months, they liked to sleep with the air temperature rather low. It didn’t help that the walls of the castle didn’t exactly keep the outside temperature from creeping in, so sometimes it could get downright frigid. You had awarded the boys’ dorm with a nickname, referring to it as “The Icebox” to further alert them that it was constantly far too chilly for your liking.

You had asked them a couple of times to allow it to get even just a little bit warmer so you weren’t like a popsicle by the time morning came around. They reminded you each time that it was their dorm, so it was their rules. Admittedly, some nights were better than others. Sometimes you would get lucky and the outside temperature would stay relatively comfortable, so the inside wouldn’t get too bad. Tonight was not one of those nights.

You were clinging to Remus for dear life, robbing him of as much body heat as he could afford to give off. It definitely didn’t help that the skies had apparently opened up and allowed the arctic like rain to fall and drench anything in its path. You were wishing now that it had been James’ night to have you in his bed, since he slept with blankets on his bed that he was always more than welcome to share. Remus’ bed was less than warm, with only a sheet and a comforter. The temptation to crawl into bed with James so you’d be able to get warm was strong, and it drowned out the fact that Remus would not be happy when he found out that you had snuck away from him.

You slid out from underneath Remus, hissing when the bottoms of your already icy feet hit the piercing chill of the hard floor. You crept to the other side of the room, snagging one of James’ Quidditch sweaters to add another layer. It was difficult to navigate the room, given that the only source of light was the dim moonlight behind the rain clouds coming in from the window. You managed to maneuver into his bed, trying your hardest not to wake him. However, James had always been a bit of a light sleeper compared to the other two.

He stirred awake at the feeling of the covers being peeled back and then covered over again. His eyes peered open to look at you, your guilty expression causing a bit of worry in his gut.

“Hey, princess,” James murmured, his voice thick with sleep. He reached over for his rounded glasses so he could see you better once they were sitting on his nose, “What’s the matter, angel? Is Moony snoring again?”

You couldn’t help but grin. Sometimes when Remus was really tired, he would snore so loud that it was impossible for anyone in the room to get any sleep. It was always worse when you were lying right next to him.

“No, he’s not,” You replied, keeping your voice at a whisper to avoid waking the other two; “I’m freezing.”

That’s when James felt the coldness of the skin on your exposed legs. He brought you into his side, rubbing his hands up and down to create some warmth. He wrapped you in one of his blankets, pulling you into his side and holding you close to try and stop your shivering.

“Why didn’t you wake Moony up? You know you’re supposed to be sleeping with him.” James questioned, his voice matching your low volume.

“Your bed is the warmest,” You responded with your lower lip jutted out into a slight pout, “Can’t you let it slide just this once?”

James sighed at your pleading, and he felt his soft spot for you kick in.

“Well, how could I say no to that pretty face?” He smiled, pressing a sleepy kiss to your lips and lightly tickling your sides.

You tried to muffle your giggles, but the commotion still brought Remus from his slumber. He was puzzled when he opened his eyes and didn’t see you, but eventually was able to locate the source of what had woken him up.

“What’re you doing over there, lovebug?” Remus called out, sitting up on his elbows.

Your head popped up from the bundle that James had wrapped you in so you could look at Remus, who looked more hurt than angry that you had snuck out of bed.

“It’s too cold over there,” You told him, “Jamesie’s always warm.”

“That’s right, baby. I’ll always keep you warm.” James chided, throwing Remus a prideful sneer.

Remus caught James’ boastful tone, swinging his feet over the side of the bed to get up from his mattress. On the way, he grabbed one of his pillows and hurled it at Sirius, who was oblivious to everything going on. Remus figured that Sirius might as well be in on this too. Sirius woke up with a startled snort, his hair strewn about his head. He saw Remus sit on James’ bed, and he raised a brow.

“What the hell, Moony?” Sirius huffed, clearly miffed that he had been dragged out of his dreamland. When he saw you curled up with James, he posed a second question, “Why are you with Prongs, kitten?”

“She’s cold apparently,” Remus spoke, “Get over here, Padfoot.”

Sirius got out of his own bed with a groan, scuffling over and joining you on James’ bed. James sat up with you, leaning you against the headboard so the four of you could sit in a somewhat circle. Remus yanked the covers off of you, earning a hiss of disapproval from you. He rested a hand on your thigh, wincing when he felt that you weren’t lying.

“You are cold.” Remus announced.

Sirius reached over, also flinching at the feeling of your icy skin. Sirius was the worst person to be with when the dorm was this cold at night. He slept in next to nothing with nothing but a single sheet on his bet, yet he was the warmest out of all of you. You supposed that he was rather thick blooded.

“Moony, you’re supposed to hold her. Not let her freeze to death.” Sirius snarked.

Remus went to snap back at him, but you spoke first to defend him.

“It’s not his fault. It’s just so cold in here,” You whined, “I can’t get warm.”

James pressed a kiss to your temple, scratching at your scalp gently.

“Poor baby. Pads and Moony don’t know how to take care of you, do they?” James mewled.

You knew better than to give any kind of response to that, since Sirius and Remus would make you pay for it later. The boys usually weren’t this snappy with one another, but between the fact that was literally 2 o’clock in the morning, they were all a bit testy.

“Shut up,” Sirius barked, “You know she’s not even supposed to be over here.”

The three boys started to bicker back and forth with you still huddled up next to James. Your eyes shifted back and forth to whoever was talking, and eventually it got to the point where they were all trying to talk over one another. Their argument wasn’t exactly getting anywhere, so you cut in.

“Can I sleep with James for the rest of the night?” You questioned, hoping they wouldn’t take it too seriously that you hadn’t followed their rules.

All three heads turned to you at your sudden speaking up.

“We’re talking. Don’t interrupt.” Remus snarled.

Remus’ tone was deep and aggravated. You felt a rush of dread that you had made him upset, because most of the time Remus was the last one to ever get irritated with you.

“Are you mad at me, Remy?” You asked in a small voice, peering over at him through widened eyes.

“He’s not mad, pretty girl.” James piped up, knowing that Remus was just a bit jealous that you had gone to him.

“I’m not exactly thrilled.” Remus said.

You crawled away from James, finding Remus’ lap and settling there. Remus’ hand came to your head and rubbed at your hair lovingly, even though he was pissed off.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to be with you,” You explained, blushing when Sirius’ hand that was previously trailing along your calf had moved to rest on your thigh, “I was really just trying to get warm.”

Even in the dark lighting of the room, you could see Remus’ pupils dilate with a singular thought. Sirius’ gripped your leg tighter and you felt James move to make more room. The three of them were so in sync that it was almost scary. It was almost like they could tell what the other was thinking without ever saying anything.

“Are you still cold, bunny?” James acquired, even though he already knew the answer due to your shivering that hadn’t yet stopped, “You want us to warm you up?”

You nodded at him, nudging your head into Remus’ palm. Without missing a beat, James pulled you from Remus’ lap while Sirius worked on getting James’ sweater and the tank you wore underneath off of your body. You were down to your knickers, and you whimpered at the sudden lack of any clothing to shield you from the numbing cold of the room.

You wriggled against James’ chest that was pressed into your back, watching as Remus got situated between your legs. James put his hands on your hips to stop you from moving, his voice rumbling behind you in your ear.

“You gotta be still for us, baby doll.” He instructed, leaving a kiss just below your earlobe.

“Well, would you look at that!” Sirius exclaimed, his eyes widening as he looked at how responsive your breasts were.

Your nipples were as stimulated as they could get, both from the cold and the knowledge of what was coming. Sirius couldn’t wait to touch you, his hands coming to cup both of your breasts in his hands, spreading wondrous warmth over your chest that fizzled down to your navel. Sirius loved your tits. All of them did, but Sirius always paid extra attention to your breasts. Sirius removed one of his hands and replaced it with his mouth on your right nipple, a soft sigh whistling out of his nose as his tongue happily swirled around it.

James was still behind you, holding you close as he sucked around your pulse point, leaving a purpling mark just to the side of your jugular. His hands rubbed your hips in circles, only adding to all the sensations that your millions of neurons were trying to process.

Remus’ fingers wrapped around the sides of your underwear, yanking them off of your legs and onto the floor in one swift move. He was being oddly quiet, his hands coming to grasp one of your thighs to spread your legs apart as he positioned himself in front of your cunt. He held back his smirk at the beautiful sight of your lustrous folds just centimeters from his face. Normally, he’d give you some kind of warning, but he delved into you without any indication, feasting on you like it was his last meal.

A surprised squeak bubbled out of your throat, your legs instinctively trying to close around his head as you squirmed. James held onto your hips tighter, refusing you any room to move. Remus let out a noise that resembled a growl, looking up at you and barely taking his mouth off of you as he finally spoke.

“Keep your legs open.” He ordered, grabbing your other leg and forcing your legs apart.

Remus’ mouth felt hot on your wet cunt, sending rush after rush of ecstasy and delicious heat. Your hands found his hair that was still rustled from his hard sleep that he had been in not too long ago. Remus showed no mercy, working against the tensing muscles of your legs and lower abdomen.

“Please, Daddy, please.” You begged, although you weren’t really sure what you were begging for.

Your vision began to tunnel, your brain only focusing on the feeling of James’ lips on your neck, Remus’ tongue between your legs, and Sirius’ mouth suckling on your tits. Your entire body felt flushed, a certain heat was burning in your cheeks that had replaced the stinging, icy feeling from before. Your orgasm was building steadily, heating up just as your body temperature was from all the stimulation.

“Taste so good, baby girl. Almost made me forget that you left me tonight for Prongs.” Remus said, his voice muffled from the mess he was making between your thighs.

Sirius detached his mouth from your reddened bud to give a sarcastic reply, but he decided to go back to his ministrations when James answered instead. James spoke lowly in your ear, so quietly that it was almost echoing in your head.

“Look what you did to him, sweetheart. You made him all jealous, huh?” James snickered, moving his hand to replace Sirius’ so he could play with your breast too.

Remus gave James a hard stare, his mouth sucking harder and creating a vacuum seal around your swollen, sensitive clit. Your hands sank deeper into his hair, twirling it messily around your fingertips. Sirius had surely kept himself busy, considering that your chest was littered with bruises and kisses that he had purposely placed all over.

“Remy, I wanna cum. Please, let me cum,” You pleaded feebly, “I wanna cum. I’ve been a good girl.”

Remus paused everything that he was doing, earning a disgruntled moan from you at the feeling of your orgasm being delayed. Sirius was drowned out in his own little world, as happy as he could be with sucking all over your tits. He was still taking turns nursing your nipples, giving both of them extra care, but it wasn’t enough to get you off.

“Have you? Pads was right about you breaking our rules, y’know.” Remus reminded you, using his ring and middle finger to put barely any circular pressure on your button while you talked.

“No, no, no,” You protested, “I wasn’t trying to be bad, I-I just wanted-”

Your sentence cut itself off with a desperate sob, James’ voice speaking up once more when he took pity on you.

“C’mon, mate. Let her finish,” James defended, “If you don’t, I’ll do it myself.”

There was no way in hell that Remus was going to let James make you cum. Not after you had gone running to him instead of him. Without another word, Remus latched back onto your cunt, resuming the process of bringing you to your orgasm. You were flooding with heat, not a single part of your body was cold anymore. The blood pumping through you made sure of that. The starter flames in your lower belly burned more and more until it burst into flames, your orgasm erupting over you in a flash. Your orgasm was accompanied by the cry of Remus’ name, his smirk being felt on your folds as he continued eating you out through your orgasm.

Your moan was loud as it bounced off of the walls, and it broke Sirius from his lusty daze. It also alerted him that he forgot to cast a silencing spell, and that the three of them would hear about it tomorrow. Not that they minded. They fucking loved when you screamed for them.

Remus removed his mouth from you when your body went limp, your chest heaving with each inhale of air that you took. Each breath you took in was cold in your lungs, but it felt like heaven for your flustered, hot body.

“Atta girl, pup.” Sirius praised, leaving a trail of lazy kisses on your sternum.

You were overcome with satisfaction and relief, your upper body completely weak against James’ chest. James dressed you in a pair of his boxers so you weren’t quite as exposed, but he left your top bare. Remus sat up from between your legs, his knees sinking into the mattress as he sat back on his heels. James brushed the hair from your face, looking at the way you and Remus were looking at each other.

You hadn’t meant to hurt Remus’ feelings by leaving him in the middle of the night. That thought didn’t even cross your mind. Remus could get insecure sometimes, and he often felt like you preferred James or Sirius over him. He just loved you so much that he was afraid you didn’t love him the same.

“Remy...” You drawled sleepily, the early hour of the morning beginning to get to you. You reached your arms out to him and made grabby hands at him, indicating that you wanted him.

Remus only gazed back at you, trying to keep up with the macho act. Truth be told though, he had given that up the moment you had cried out, solely for him. Sirius didn’t stop his peppering of kisses below your breasts, but he spoke in a warning tone.

“Moony,” Sirius said, “Answer her.”

Remus still didn’t say anything, but he noticed the brief expression of disappointment that appeared on your features.

“She wants you, Moony,” James said, swatting Sirius away and easing you up from his frame, “Go see him, baby.”

The boys’ competitiveness was always in good fun, and wasn’t ever too serious. They were each other's best friends and sometimes they couldn’t help but mess with each other. But they could always see when they had pushed someone too far and when they needed some encouragement.

You carefully veered over to Remus, placing your knees on either side of him. His hands were perfectly conformed to your waist, his dazzling eyes peering into yours. Your voice was a bit raspy and dry from all the wanton moaning, but it was still clear.

“I love you, Remy. I really, really love you.” You told him, pressing a content kiss to his lips.

His heart never failed to flutter at your words, a stunning grin appearing on his scarred face.

“I love you, sweet girl. Always have and always will.” He returned, kissing you again before looking at James and then back to you, “If you want to stay with Prongs for the rest of the night, you can. I don’t mind.”

Your smile faded into a frown and you answered immediately.

“No! I wanna go to bed with you,” You blubbered, “Please?”

Remus chuckled quietly, feeling his confidence return with each innocent bat of your eyelashes.

“Okay, pretty bunny. Let’s go to bed.” Remus proclaimed, “Tell Sirius and James goodnight.”

“Night, Siri. Night, Jamesie.” You murmured, slipping your hand into Remus’ and letting him take you back to his bed.

“Goodnight, angel.” James responded, getting back underneath his covers.

“Sleep tight, puppy.” Sirius added, padding back to his own bed.

Once you were snuggled down into Remus bed, he slipped his shirt off of his head and put it over you. He took the time to wrap you up in his sheet and comforter to make sure you were properly covered. He wrapped himself around you in a way that basically consumed you, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

“Are you warm enough, my love?” He asked, kissing your forehead.

You nodded happily, cuddling up to him even closer. You had honestly forgotten that it was raining until you heard the rainfall pick up outside. You weren’t bothered in the slightest by the chill in the air anymore.

You were perfectly happy, loved, and wonderfully warm.

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disturbedbydesign · 3 years

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A Night At The Museum

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Length: 4K

Summary: Your job as a museum tour guide was growing tiresome until a mysterious stranger showed up to claim what was his.

Warnings: Dubcon (slight mind control), Violence (mild), Light Bondage, Explicit Sex (oral, vaginal). 18+ only, no minors.

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Your last tour of the day was about to start and all you could think about was getting off work and meeting up with your sister for drinks. You had always dreamed of one day working at the British Museum, but having been a tour guide there for the past year—doing the same thing, so many times a day, every single day—you found yourself growing tired of it and anxious to move on. Much as you loved art history (you did go to school for it, after all), you had grown thoroughly bored with your job. You wanted some excitement in your life. You needed it.

When you first started, you had been one of the museum’s most enthusiastic guides, always trying to engage all the members of your groups and fielding even the strangest of questions with grace and ease. These days, you were just going through the motions, especially for tours this late in the day. Over the course of the year, you had become adept at instantly identifying the one or two people in any given group who actually cared about the subject matter, and you found it simpler to focus on them and ignore everyone else.

As you performed your perfunctory scan of the last group of the day, you saw the usual suspects: a group of unruly children with intentionally oblivious parents; a travel group of obnoxious middle-aged Americans; an older gentleman, alone, who looked like he could be a professor of some sort (he was the one to pay attention to); and a young couple, clearly on one of their first few dates, who would have eyes only for each other.

And then you saw him.

You were immediately taken aback, struck by the fact that, for the first time in a long time, you couldn’t get a read on someone. The man was tall—really tall—with long, black hair slicked back. His skin was almost inhumanly pale and smooth, like he was sculpted of the same marble as the statues surrounding you. Despite the summer heat, the mysterious man wore a black suit and tie, a white dress shirt, and a long black coat with a scarf. He carried an ornately crafted cane, which seemed more an accessory than a walking aid. Compared to the rest of your tour group, he seemed a man out of time.

And then you saw his eyes—his impossibly green eyes. You could see them from across the room, almost glowing and staring at you, unblinking. your breath caught in your throat and all of a sudden you felt very, very cold.

As the hour-long tour progressed, you went through your practiced speeches about each artifact, moving across the room in the pre-established order and fielding questions here and there. As anticipated, the older gentleman was very engaged in the tour and asked intelligent questions, which you happily answered. Also unsurprisingly, one of the loudest Americans (probably trying to impress his friends) kept asking questions that he thought would make him sound smart and cultured but which, in reality, had the opposite effect. After one particularly ridiculous question, you had to turn your head away, pretending to be thinking about the answer but really trying not to laugh. That’s when you got caught in the emerald stare of the mysterious man with the cane.

He hadn’t taken his eyes off of you the entire tour—hadn’t so much as glanced at any of the art that he was ostensibly there to see—and up until then you had done your best to avoid meeting his gaze. Something about him absolutely terrified you, although you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly you were frightened of. He was standing completely still at the back of the group, but he was so tall that he towered over everyone and you could see his face as clear as if he were right in front of you.

His piercing eyes were locked onto you; they moved where you moved. His gaze was intense and menacing, but it was more than that: you could physically feel his eyes on you, penetrating you all over, making you feel naked. You wanted to look away but you felt like some strange power was holding your eyes onto to his. You stood dumbfounded and locked in a silent stare with the dark-haired stranger until the loud American spoke up, demanding an answer to his previous inquiry. You had never in your life been so happy to answer a stupid question.

You managed to make it through the rest of the tour without meeting eyes with the man with the cane, although there wasn’t one second that went by when you didn’t feel his presence in the room. You even went so far as to forgo asking if anyone had any final questions at the end that they wanted to stay after and discuss with you. You ducked out of the exhibit hall as fast as you could, feeling the man’s gaze boring into your backside as you exited the room, and headed for the staff room to gather your things. You didn’t notice until you got to the employee lounge that you had been holding your breath the whole time.

The museum was officially closed for the day, and as you left the staff area you couldn’t help but notice that the usual security guards posted around the building were nowhere to be found. In fact, there was no one around at all. The main lights were dimmed and the place was impossibly silent; the only sound you could hear was the echo of your own footsteps as you quickly made your way across the building to the exit. You were rounding a darkened corner when you felt an ice-cold hand reach around from behind and clamp over your mouth.

“Don’t be afraid,” hissed a smooth voice in the darkness. “You’re going to like what comes next.”

Before you could think to cry out, you were spun around and face to face with the dark-haired man. He wore the devil’s grin as he leaned down to you, his face barely an inch from your own. One hand still clamped firmly across your mouth, he brought his cane up with the other and traced a gentle line down from your temple to your chin. He let the tip rest under your jaw, pressing in on your throat just a little too hard. He put his lips to your ear and whispered, “Come with me, my pet.”

In one swift motion, he swung you up and over his shoulder and held you there with one arm, the other arm brandishing the cane, which clicked rhythmically against the marble floor, keeping time with his long strides. You were still dazed and breathless from the force of the cane’s tip on your throat and before you knew it, you found yourself in some dark recess of the museum basement, on the floor of a room you hadn’t even known existed. It was filled with strange artifacts the likes of which you had never seen in your extensive studies. There were no lights on but the room was bathed in an eerie shade of blue, which seemed to emanate from the relics themselves. You managed to mumble out a few words.

“Where am I?”

You saw the cane flip once in his hand as he strode toward you and then felt only searing pain as it came crashing across the side of your face.

“Did I say you could speak?” he asked.

You brought your hand to your cheek where he’d struck you, expecting to feel a bloodied gash, but when you took your hand away and looked there was nothing. The blow had left no physical mark, only an icy hot streak of pain. He reached down and traced the line of his blow with a long delicate finger, and suddenly the pain was gone and replaced with a pleasurable tingle.

“As you see, I can inflict both pain and pleasure,” he said, his voice like honey. “What happens next is entirely up to you.”

You should have been terrified, screaming, looking for some outlet or escape, but you found yourself completely paralyzed by his gaze. Going against every survival instinct screaming inside of you, you dared speak again.

“Please… please just tell me who you are and what you want.”

You closed your eyes and braced yourself for another blow but it did not come. You glanced up to see him looking at you inquisitively from the corner of the room, resting his long, lean frame on the tip of his cane.

“You are a bold one, I see. Deserving of my punishment, yes, but also worthy of the pleasure I can give you. I am going to ask you three questions and you are going to answer them honestly. If you lie, I will know, and you will suffer for it. Now tell me, do I frighten you?”

“Yes.”

“Do I excite you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to leave? And before you answer this last and most important question, know this: If you say yes, I will let you go. I will not harm you. I will not follow you. You will never see me again. But you will also never know who I am or what I am here for, the memory of this night will haunt your dreams forever, and no one will ever believe your story. Within a week, you will go mad wondering whether I was a dream or reality.”

In one seamless motion, he crossed the room and yanked you to your feet by your shoulders, holding you an inch from his face, which seemed to glow with its own light.

“Now answer the question. Do you want to leave?”

The final answer flew from your lips before you even knew what you were saying. “No,” you whispered, and he eased his harsh grip on your shoulders, a sly smile spreading across his lips.

You stared at him, motionless and feeling almost paralyzed as you waited for permission to speak.

“Well,” he began, “I suppose it’s only fair that I offer you the same courtesy you have allowed me, so you may ask me three questions and I will answer them honestly. Choose your words carefully, because you get only three.”

He released his grip on you and returned to the corner, watching you and waiting.

“Who… who are you?” you stammered.

“Ah, a good question and excellently phrased. Had you asked just my name, that is all you would have received. But who I am is much more complicated.”

He sauntered toward you and lifted his cane, pointing it in a sweeping circle around the room.

“You see these things here? I am not so different—I was just another stolen relic from another world, locked away until someone might have use of me. But I have broken free of my shackles, and I have come to claim what is mine. You as who I am? I am a God. I am your God.”

You should have thought him completely mad, but you believed him. For whatever reason, you believed him.

“What do you want?” you asked.

He shook his head and chuckled low. “That’s far too vague a question, my pet, for I want many things. I could tell you simply that I want a glass of water, and I would not be lying. But since you are such an exquisite creature and so well behaved, I will answer the question you meant to ask, which is what is my purpose here.”

Something was happening to you, something strange and terrifying and wonderful. You were mesmerized by the way he spoke and the way his long, cold fingers brushed your cheek when he had called you exquisite. You hung on his every word and could not take your eyes off of him.

“I am Loki of Asgard and I have come to reclaim what was stolen from me. This room holds all that I need to take my rightful place as your master and overlord—to claim humanity as my own and rule the people of Earth as your king.”

You searched your racing mind for the words needed to get the answer you so desperately wanted, but your brain would not cooperate.

“One last question, my pet. And don’t keep me waiting.”

Finally, the words come to you in the correct order. “Why have you chosen me?”

Loki smiled lasciviously down at you. “I could tell just by looking at you that you crave subjugation,” he said, his voice smooth and so deep you felt it everywhere. “You were made to be ruled, and you will be the first to kneel for me.”

In a flash he was on you, grabbing your hair hard and pulling you into a deep kiss. His lips felt ice cold but his breath was hot and moist as his tongue twined around yours. You raised your hands to run them through his hair when he abruptly pulled back and caught you by the wrists. He spun you around and bound your arms behind your back with his scarf, pushing you to your knees once he had secured you.

“I told you to kneel,” he growled.

He was behind you and you could hear his ragged breathing, the rustling of clothes, and the soft thump of fabric hitting the floor. When he spun you back around, he was completely naked and you drank in the sight of his pale skin and lean, powerful body. His cock was enormous and rock hard.

“Pleasure me, my pet. I know this is what you crave.”

He grabbed you by the hair and shoved the whole length of his shaft down your throat repeatedly, fucking your face until you almost passed out for lack of air. When you thought you could take no more, he yanked you off of him, tilting your head back and looking down at you with glowing green eyes.

“Very good, my pet. Now slower. Worship it as you will worship me.”

He grabbed the base of his cock, holding it at an angle above your face and willing you to lick it. You complied, running your tongue slowly from the base to the tip, feeling his blood throbbing in the veins that ran the length of his massive shaft; the blood was hot but the flesh was icy cold—a very strange sensation, but one that fascinated you. He let out a series of short, carnal grunts as you swirled the tip of your tongue around his head. You took just the tip into your mouth and began to massage it gently with your lips as he ran his hand lightly up and down his shaft. You could taste his leaking juices as you tongued the slit, and the taste of him was like nothing you’d ever experienced before—it was delicious, addictive even, and it made you insatiable and impossibly wet. You moaned onto his cock as you let it drip down your throat, sending vibrations of pleasure running through his entire godly frame and causing him to groan in ecstasy.

Before you knew it, you were on your feet and your wrists were freed from the scarf that bound them. Holding the scarf between gritted teeth, he ripped your blouse open and straight off your body. He cupped and squeezed your breasts in his icy hands, and your already hard nipples became almost unbearably erect against the lace fabric of your bra. He unclasped it and let it fall to the floor next to you as he yanked your skirt down around your ankles. One hand cradled the back of your neck and he let the other trace a line in between your breasts and down your stomach. When he reached the top of your thong, just above your mound, he stopped.

Your breath caught in your throat and you looked at him. He took the scarf from between his teeth.

“Turn around,” Loki commanded.

You did as you were told and he brought the scarf around your head, blindfolding you. You felt his strong arms lift you up and moments later you were bent over a cold metal table, facedown and arms over your head, gripping the steel. You felt his breath on your pebbled skin as he ripped your thong off your body with his teeth, and he pushed your legs wider apart with his knee as he traced down the length of your spine with two fingers. When he found your entrance, you were already soaked for him—an almost unnatural level of wetness that you’d never felt before in your entire life—and he plunged two long fingers deep inside you without ceremony. You cried out your pleasure as he moved them furiously in and out of you before he slowed and found your sweet spot with his middle finger, working it violently until he started to feel your walls tighten around him and your cries faded to jagged breaths. He stopped just before you found release and you whined loudly.

“You are ready,” he said—telling you not asking you. “Now we shall see where your loyalty lies.”

You were left wanting and stranded on the verge, and the absence of sight heightened all your other senses. Every inch of your body was buzzing and the sound of your own heart beating was deafening in the silent room. That’s when you heard the rhythmic clicking of the cane moving slowly toward you and then stop.

“Who is your God?” Loki asked, his voice cold and commanding.

“You,” you wailed. “You are my God.”

He brought the cane down across your bare ass with all the power of Asgard and you screamed out in delicious agony.

“I said, WHO IS YOUR GOD?”

You tried to answer but your mind could not form words. He brought the cane down on you again, three hard lashes in quick succession, and you made a noise that sounded inhuman in your own ears.

“I’ll ask you one more time: who is your God and your King?”

The sensations coursing through your body threatened to put you over the edge of consciousness, but somehow you managed to yell out to him through the haze of pain and pleasure.

“LOKI! Loki of Asgard is my God and my King!”

He laughed maniacally and you could hear the clatter of the cane dropping to the floor. You felt his magic fingers trace a line across the searing flesh of your ass and the white-hot agony turned instantly to a pleasure unlike any you had ever known. You almost achieved release just from his touch. He untied the blindfold and he rolled you over on your back, pulling you up to face him. His eyes seemed warmer as he leaned in and grazed your ear with his lips as he spoke.

“You have proven your loyalty to me, my pet. I know that you will worship me as I deserve. Now you will be rewarded.”

He stood between your legs and cupped your face in his hands as he kissed you slowly and deeply, more passionately than he had before. For the first time, when you went to touch him, he didn’t try to stop you. At last, your hands found his long black hair and you grabbed fistfuls of it as you pulled him down on top of you, the tip of his cock teasing your opening as you devoured each other. He pulled his face away and buried it in between your breasts as he massaged them, taking one nipple in his mouth and nibbling it lightly as he rubbed the other between two fingers. Every flick of his finger or tongue on your body dragged a sound out of you that you didn’t know you could make. You untangled one hand from his hair and found his massive cock, gripping it firmly and stroking it up and down as you rubbed it against your clit.

“Fuck me, my King. I beg you. Take me any way you want me.”

He lifted his mouth from your breast. “Not so fast, my pet. I must taste you first.”

He pulled you down to the edge of the table and threw your legs over his shoulders as he settled between your legs. He licked you slowly up and down a few times before latching onto your clit, holding your hips firm as he swirled the tip of his tongue around and around, faster and faster until you started to cry out and buck against him. He brought a hand down from your hip and teased your slick folds with one long finger as he continued to work your clit with his tongue and his lips. He brought another finger to your entrance, sliding the two fingers together from the top of your folds to the bottom, and when he plunged both fingers inside you, you came so hard you nearly fainted. His touch was godly, and you knew then he had ruined you for all mortal men.

You had barely recovered from your climax when he sat you up and took you all at once, shoving his cock inside you to the hilt, filling you with ice and fire. He grunted like an animal with each forceful thrust and you screamed with pleasure as you clawed at his back. Your hands found his muscular ass and you gripped it tightly as you screamed his name, keeping time with his rhythm.

“Loki… Loki… My God… My King...”

You brought your arms up around his neck as he lifted you off the table, his strong hands gripping your ass as he walked you over to the side of the room. You clung to him with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist and your arms at his neck as he fucked you senseless against the cold basement wall. The light of the otherworldly artifacts tinted his skin an inhuman shade of blue; it was beautiful, he was beautiful. He quickened his pace and then stopped, remaining motionless with the full length of him still throbbing inside of you.

“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered. “Such a good little pet. I think maybe I’ll keep you.”

He walked you back over to the table and laid himself down on it so that you were straddling him. You moved up and down on his cock slowly, almost teasingly, wanting to feel every inch of him inside of you. As you rocked up and down, he brought his cold thumb to your clit, circling it while you rode him and bringing you close to the edge again. He began to buck underneath you as you fucked him and you knew he was close, too. You leaned in and grabbed the hair at the back of his head as you continued to slam yourself onto on him.

The words fell from your lips—“Fill me with your God seed, my King, I want every last drop you have”—and even as you said them, you had no idea where they came from, almost as if they were planted there and forced from you.

That had Loki’s eyes rolling back in his head and he moaned deep as he sat up, grabbing your hips as you rocked back and forth on his lap. He tightened his grip on you and quickened his pace, pounding into you hard and fast. As the muscles of your tight walls rippled with pleasure and you cried out your reverence in his ear, Loki found his release. He held your squirming body tight against him, your muscles shaking uncontrollably as he came roaring into you. You felt his warmth spread inside of you—such a contrast to the chill of his flesh—and you stayed locked in his embrace, completely limp with exhaustion.

“Thank you, my King,” you whispered, and Loki brought his fingers to your face.

The last thing you remember is two cool fingertips pressed to your temple. When you awoke, you were naked and alone in the basement room. The artifacts that had filled the room were now gone and there was no sign of Loki but for a pile of clothing next to you on the table—new clothes to replace the ones he had destroyed in his lust—and a handwritten note that said only “Fit for a Queen.” You put them on, wondering if he would ever be back for you. You were nothing now without your king. You knew you were made to be ruled.

#loki x reader #loki x you #loki laufeyson x reader #loki fanfiction #loki smut #loki laufeyson #tom hiddleston

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sohin-ace · 3 years

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Kakyoin - Fateful Day

Kakyoin x Jotaro's sister reader

I freaking love the Joot-sister prompt

You were always used to Jotaro and you walking separatedly from and to school. The guy had way longer legs than you and would rather not be seen with you in public and near school, for reasons mysterious to you.

At first you felt offended that he would be ashamed of you, or just not bear your presence.

You did not know, in fact, that the reasons he kept his distance from you as much as he could when on schoolgrounds or when going to school, was to protect you from danger.

Not only was Jotaro constantly surrounded by crazy girls who would probably harass you for existing in his world, but he also had troubles, to understate, with local delinquents and other gangsters who wanted to throw some hands at him.

Furthermore, with the new discovery of that bizarre, seemingly evil spirit that started following him around, you were really the last person he wanted to hurt.

Unfortunately, being distant from his little sister wasn't near enough to protect her this time.

One fateful day, soon after your grandfather arrived in Japan and Jotaro got out of holding, you were walking home from school as usual.

Jotaro was already a solid five minutes away in front of you, which meant you were all alone.

You didn't mind the lone walk, the town was peaceful and you were used to it. But something irked you when you felt an insistant presence behind you.

You turned around, checking, but no one was there. You shrugged the feeling off, feeling a bit stupid for thinking the worse and kept walking, telling yourself it must have been a cat or an innocent someone who got home.

"Jotaro~! Welcome back- hm? Where is your sister?" Holly asked as she welcomed her son who just came home.

The boy grunted, reluctantly accepting his 'welcome home' smooch. "She's coming. She's just slow."

After a long while of waiting for your return, Holly started to worry, stress and anxiety clouding her mind. Panicked, she barged in Jotaro's bedroom. You weren't usually this late.

"Jotaro, are you sure Y/N was behind you? It's been almost thirty minutes and she's still not back…"

Jotaro huffed in annoyance as he got up from his laid down position on his bed.

"Yare yare daze, quit worrying over nothing, she's probably fine."

" 'Probably'?!"

"What's going on, Holly?" Joseph joined in after hearing the commotion.

"Y/N's not back from school yet… I'm scared something might have happened to her…" Holly explained to her father, dread even more evident in her voice as she worded her worries.

Joseph rubbed her shoulder in reassurance, "It's okay, Holly, I'm sure she's not that far. Jotaro! Get up and go look for your sister! You're supposed to keep an eye on her, that's your role as a big brother!"

The old man scolded as the teenager stood up and got on his way, as if he had been asked an annoying chore.

"Yare yare, you're all so noisy over nothing." He put his shoes back on and took his leave.

Stopping every once in a while and unable to shake off your uneasy feeling truly delayed you. You were sure you'd never hear the end of this if your father knew how late you were today.

"Kujo..." A sudden deep voice called right behind you, and you turned around, meeting with a complete stranger. "…Am I correct?"

"Yes?" You replied a bit shyly as you turned fully to him. "And you are...?"

As you now had a better look at him, you realised how handsome he actually looked. Not at all how you imagined a potential creep following you.

He wore your school's uniform but you didn't recognize his face. He must be a new student, you told yourself. He had beautiful red hair and a white shawl that flew gracefully in the wind. He was also strongly and elegantly built. Just who was he?

But all that charm quickly shifted as he smirked eerily in response. He approached you, his eyes glaring into your soul and you stepped backwards as fear built up inside you. Why was he looking at you like that so suddenly?

The uneasiness from before came up tenfold, this time completely justified. You spoke up as he came uncomfortably close to you, towering over your much smaller form.

"U-um… Did you need something…?" You hesitantly stuttered as he now stood arm-length away from you.

"Yes I do." He spoke confidently, his goal like set in stone. "I need you to lead me to your brother."

"What? My brother? If it's a fight you want with him, I won't let you." You protested with more confidence, now that you started to understand where he came from.

You were used to people trying to pick fights with Jotaro. You knew your brother had way too many enemies for his own good, and surely you wouldn't let anyone get to him and filter them out if you had the occasion.

"Who even are you? I don't recognize you from school…" You squinted your eyes warily. This boy arised too many questions in your mind.

Kakyoin smiled softly at you, which you didn't trust at all. He was fishy and there was something in his eyes that you quite couldn't put you finger on.

"My name is Kakyoin Noriaki." He sighed. "I didn't want to use force on a lady, but you don't leave me any choices..."

Before you could even react, green tentacle-like appendices appeared from behind him and lunged at you. You gasped and bolted away as fast as you could.

You knew it. It was bad. Real bad. You had no chance against a Stand user like him, you couldn't manage your own newly found Stand just yet. It was exactly like your grandfather said.

You tried to run, but not even 2 meters far and his green vectors wrapped around your ankles.

As you were about to trip and land on the floor, more of the tentacles wrapped around your legs, waist, arms and wrists, preventing you from falling, keeping you still in mid-air.

You couldn't move. Kakyoin came up behind you as you struggled in Hierophant Green's grip.

"Well that was easy." He snickered over your tied up and desperate form.

"LET ME GO!! LET ME- HMMFF!" He put a large hand over your mouth, effectively silencing your now muffled screams.

"Shhh! Don't make this harder for us, I'll just borrow your body real quick. It'll be over before you even know it. I'll make this painless, I'm a gentleman."

He released your mouth and Hierophant green squeezed itself around your neck, choking you, your mouth agape for you desperately needed air.

He took this advantage to grab your wrists and lock you against his chest as his Stand released you to nest itself inside your opened mouth.

Your body tensed up at the foreign and disgusting feeling of the spirit slipping down your throat and you violently squirmed in Kakyoin's grip as he forced your mouth closed, keeping the Stand inside to own your will and possess you. Just as Dio had taught him.

"Good. That's good. Jotaro would never kill his own sister, now would he? Even though his own sister will kill him. How tragically ironic."

He wrapped his arms back to your midsection as you stopped squirming, tired and breathless from fighting against him in vain. He held you against him as he knew you would surely collapse if he let go.

"Haaah… Ahh… Haaaa… Haaahh…" You panted shakily, scared and exhausted as your head hung low and your cold hands rested upon his own, barely able to swat them away from you with how shakey you were.

You were weak and alone, which was perfect for him to use. He chuckled and you felt the rumble of his chest against your back as he did. You felt like crying.

"It's too bad that you have to die. You're so cute, I would have loved to bring you to Master Dio with me."

You suddenly felt nauseous. You felt his stand inside you, trying to slide itself into every part of you and take control of your body.

You tried to resist, your arms and legs were shaking, your arched your back and writhed in pain, you knew your own Stand was fighting against it.

To Kakyoin's utter shock, Hierophant Green was violently pushed out of you by your own Stand as you let out lung-piercing coughs. Spitting the enemy out like some flesh-eating parasyte.

"WHAT-?!" Kakyoin yelped at the scene, but was then forced to let go of you as your Stand punched Hierophant Green in the face, the red-head owner feeling the hit full-force as well.

Kakyoin fell down, knocked down by the impact as you collapsed to your knees, coughing up and vomiting spit and blood.

Adrenaline pushing you through, you didn't let yourself any time to recover and took this chance to run away as fast as you could, taking sharp turns and passing through narrow paths that you prayed he wouldn't fit through or have the idea of searching.

You eventually lost track of him, gasping desperately for air as your lungs hurt in a dry and sharp pain, fed by the ceaseless pounding of your heart. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, you couldn't take it anymore.

Right as you passed the Torii gate of the temple nearest to your neighborhood, one you walked through every day, you passed out cold onto the paved holy ground.

Jotaro slowly walked his way back to the path you usually both took to come home after school. He walked and walked, but still no trace of you on the way.

Although he would never admit it, his anxiety grew inside him and his heartbeat quickened as he realised that you were way too far from home for his own liking. You were right behind him, how could this happen?

He started to feel guilty that he didn't even check if you were still following him or not. Especially when he realized that so many people, people who yearned to get under Jotaro Kujo's skin, could easily do so by taking you down and harming you, his own sister.

His train of thoughts were interrupted when he found something, or rather someone on the stoned floor of the local temple. And as he approached the figure, sure enough, his eyes widened and his heart jumped in his chest. No...

"Y/N…!"

He immediately kneeled down next to you and lifted you to his lap. He checked you up and down for injuries and noticed you had fresh bruises forming on your wrists and neck and you were bleeding from your mouth. He could not believe what he was seeing.

"Aah… Jojo…" you whimpered in a wheeze as you recognized your brother's voice and his smokey scent.

"Who did this to you? What's the name of that fucking asshole?!" He growled, his gruff voice contrasting with the care he held you with.

"H-he's a stand user like you… Kakyoin… He's after you, don't go to school tomorrow…" You croaked and coughed out while looking up at his worried eyes and your brother scoffed.

"Yare yare, you're stupid to think I won't go to school and drum his ass."

He lifted you up and carried you back home to get your injuries treated. As to be expected, Holly freaked out at your state and Jotaro received a earful from Joseph who told him to never let a young girl walk all by herself, let alone his little sister and especially with all the trouble he gets into.

The next day, you stayed home to rest for the day, making you feel much better. Thankfully you had no major injuries and the Speedwagon foundation doctors knew about Stand inflicted wounds.

You had interesting chats with the guest Abdul and Joseph spoiled you all day like you were his baby which, to be fair, you were in his eyes.

In the mean time, Jotaro had met with Kakyoin and had an inevitable fight. Unfortunately, what Kakyoin had going on was much deeper than just wanted to bully Jotaro. When Jotaro came back home, he brought Kakyoin's unconscious body and you learned about what happened to him, about Dio, the fleshbud, and why he aimed at killing Jotaro.

Knowing what had transpired and with you doing much better, you decided to go check on the boy. You felt it was important to start allover with him.

You knocked gently on the guest room's door and slid it open, revealing Kakyoin in his injured state. Your brother truly did not hold back, you thought.

"Hello Kakyoin…" You greeted a bit shyly as you walked through the door. The red head looked at you with wide eyes as he recognized you.

"Y-...you're the girl I attacked yesterday?" You nodded and he sighed sadly. "I'm deeply sorry for what I did… That was.... Despicable of me..."

"Don't worry," You approached him and knelt down at his side. "My grandfather explained what happened to you. I'm not mad. You weren't yourself."

Kakyoin then glanced at your bruised neck and looked away in shame.

"I can't believe I harmed a girl… in such a low, awful way…" You chuckled lightly at his exaggerated worry.

"Hey, I'm fine! Look, you're in an even worse state than I am. Stop fretting and let us take care of you, okay?" You gently smiled at him.

He looked at you with a soft gaze. He bit his lip and blinked back the tears that prickled in his eyes. Were all members of this family pure redempting angels of sympathy and goodness?

"Thank you, Kujo, you're very kind..."

"Just call me Y/N." You smiled as you leaned in to move out some hairs that were stuck to his frontal bandage.

"Y/N…" He softly repeated, a blush rising to his face. Even your name was beautiful, he thought to himself, never daring to say it out loud.

His heart fluttered in his chest at your feathery touch and he felt suddenly much shier. He wanted to hold that soft hand in his own, but before he could even do anything, Holly called your name from afar.

"Y/N! Can you please come here for a second?"

"I'm coming!" You replied before looking back at the boy. "Sorry, I have to go. I'll let you rest until dinner is ready."

Kakyoin nodded and laid back down on the mattress. He let out a soft 'oh' of surprise when you gripped the blanket and tucked him in sweetly before getting up and leaving, sliding the door close behind you.

He sighed, unable to fight his little goofy grin.

"Damn it… I'm falling in love…"

Old writing again. I'm really just putting the dusty stuff I should have posted a year ago. I apologize for the poor litterature.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #writing #x reader #reader insert #reader is a kujo #kujo reader #reader is Jotaro's sister #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin noriaki #kakyoin #kakyoin noriaki x reader #part 3 #jojo part 3 #stardust crusaders

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justpevensies · 3 years

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The Truth Will Out

Prompt: “I wasn’t being reckless! I love her!” ~

Blurb: When Edmund saves you in battle, an argument follows because he “unnecessarily” risked his life. The truth will out as they say...

Warnings: mentions of battle and physical injury, some arguing and a tiny bit of angst but overall it has a happy ending. Quite long too!

A/N: I had this idea back in February but I never got the chance to complete it until now... and I managed to write this very quickly because I got too excited. Also I apologise for the length but there was so much to include - I hope you all enjoy it! x

It all happened far too quickly, far too suddenly.

All that you remembered was turning and seeing an enemy sword swinging for you - in the middle of battle you were certain this was the end. That was when it went in slow motion as your name was yelled. Out of nowhere, Edmund came dashing in and collided into you, pushing you out of the way. You hit the ground and turned and saw the sword go piercing deep into him. “EDMUND” you screamed - your voice echoing - as if it were only you, him and the other swordsman in the entire field.

Edmund had saved you... but at the cost of himself. As the pain surged through his body, you saw him turn to face you and in an instant you could tell he didn’t regret his action. Edmund had always promised since you got together that he would look after you but you didn’t expect it to be at this extent. His eyes fell closed and he dropped to the ground.

You reached to grab your sword and resumed fighting the enemy soldier, taking him down swiftly out of anger and distress over what you had witnessed.

Before you knew it, you were helping to drag the wounded king out of the battle field with some fellow Narnians in an attempt to get him back to the castle and save his soul.

Upon arrival back at Cair Paravel, Queen Lucy and some other medical experts managed to whisk him away. In order to leave them space to work, you remained standing in the main entrance hallway of the grand palace. Compared to the clashing of battle, everything suddenly felt eerily quiet. Compared to the grandeur of your current surroundings, you looked at your stained hands and current state and you felt so inferior and alone.

Behind you, approaching footsteps rapidly came closer. You turned to be greeted by King Peter and Queen Susan - still in full battle gear - frantically panting.

“Where is Edmund?” Susan asked. You tried to respond but the only thing that came out where whimpers and tears.

“He- They-” you stammered out.

Peter grabbed you, shouting: “Where is he?!”

You pointed down the hall and could only screech out: “Down there!”

As soon as Peter let you go, you fell to the ground in a puddle. Susan came down beside you and enveloped you in her arms. Both of you shed tears, both of you shared comfort. You both assumed Peter had ran away after his brother but instead he remained where he was. “What was he playing at?” Peter sighed out, almost sounding restless.

You knew exactly what Edmund was doing and you felt it right to be honest. If Edmund’s condition was critical, it was only fair for Peter to know his brother’s intentions. In a whisper, you told him truthfully: “He was trying to save me”.

The eldest two Pevensie siblings turned to look at you, at the same time you regained strength and managed to stand up. “What?” Peter asked before you repeated your statement: “He was trying to save me. He saw one of the enemy soldiers about to harm me and he took it.”

As far as you could remember, you had never seen Peter angry.

You could certainly reflect on times where he had been annoyed, frustrated or upset after battles or moments of crisis but the look that came upon his face was different. His eyes burned, anger and desperation seethed from within. “He was saving you?” Peter asked, seeking confirmation. After you nodded, the High King scoffed. “He- He almost died... saving you?!”

“Peter-” Susan started, immediately sensing her brother’s mood but he interrupted.

“Is he crazy?!” Peter snapped. “You’re telling me my brother could potentially die because he chose to save you?!”

As far as you could remember, you had never been angry at Peter. Slowly, but surely, that emotion was starting to build up within you.

“Yes Peter, he did”. You confirmed your statement and it was if it flipped a switch in both of you. Peter suddenly began shouting and bawling in a way no one had ever encountered before. “(Y/N) you do realise that a King’s life is on the line here? How could he be so reckless? Sacrificing himself and for what?!”

There was a line crossed and you shouted back to Peter: “HEY!”

Peter froze because this was an emotion he had never seen previously from you. “Your brother knew what he was doing, and there is no point in arguing over it now. He must have known what he was doing because I certainly do now”.

The two of you were stood toe-to-toe, eye-to-eye, with Susan lingering nearby - ready to break up any further conflict. You didn’t know what Peter would say but what he did say - in the heat of the moment - was not what you expected... and it was all that was needed to break you. He responded, with a scoff and a stubborn expression plastered across his face, “Well, if he dies, that’s on you!”

This realisation came down on you like a tonne of bricks. In your mind, the tables turned and you were convinced that if Edmund died then it would be your fault. As your lip began to quiver you took a step back from Peter, almost as if you were retreating. Peter took a final look at you before turning and walking off.

You didn’t realise how far back you were walking until Susan reached out and stopped you with an arm across your back. “(Y/N)-” she began to assure you. However, you couldn’t take it and you turned and ran off, tears of despair and guilt beginning to free fall. Susan began shouting after you but they faded to nothing, as the words and thoughts in your mind began to consume you.

When Edmund finally gained consciousness, the first thing he could make out through his blurred vision was the outline of three heads.

Towering over him, they soon became clearer and he recognised his three siblings - looks of worry and panic were across all of their faces. These were quickly replaced with relief as they all smiled at their awakening brother. Ed gave them a weak smile before they all grabbed him into a tight group hug.

“Oh Ed!” Peter whispered, a tear in his eye. “You gave us all a nasty scare, that was close!”

When Edmund finally could sit back, he looked at them all with a growing smile before he suddenly realised an absence. You were not there.

His smile weakening - he was happy to see his siblings, of course, but it was odd for you not to be there - he inquired about your whereabouts.

“Where is (Y/N)?” he asked in a low voice, it being rather husky after being asleep for a while. The other 3 Pevensies began to look at each other, none of them wanting to say anything about what had occured. Peter, especially, had a guilty look plastered across his face and when Edmund caught sight of it, he knew something wasn’t right. “Where is (Y/N)?!” He asked again, this time raising his voice. There was a sudden shift in the room before Susan looked at Peter, both of them aware that he would have to own up.

Peter shifted his gaze, hands fidgeting and Edmund started at him with a furrowed brow - he knew truly that his brother was hiding something. “I-” Peter began to stammer, “I-”, “I-”. Edmund interrupted “You what?”.

Peter knew his brother wouldn’t take anything except the truth so he spat out: “I don’t know where she is”. Edmund’s look of frustration suddenly became one of confusion. Upon looking at his sisters, he realised that they didn’t know either. “What do you mean you don’t know where she is?” Edmund queried, his inner panic beginning to increase.

For the first time, Peter looked Edmund in the eyes and what he saw was true agony in his brother. Peter didn’t want to say it but he had to: “I shouted at her. I told her that if you hadn’t taken that blade then you wouldn’t be wounded-” Edmund interrupted him again and his emotion had changed to anger. “So you told her that all of this was her fault?” Full of guilt and shame, Peter began to well up and he nodded cowardly. Nothing more needed to be said before Edmund scoffed and was out of bed, despite his wounds, and running to the door.

Peter and Lucy frantically began to shout after him but Susan grabbed their respective arms and held them back. She knew they needed to let him go. Edmund’s footsteps quickly began to fade away as he ran in search of you. He needed you.

You had buried your face in your bedroom pillow for goodness knows how long. Tears just naturally flowed and the fabric helped muffle your screams and loud breathing as you continued to grieve. The entire moment that Edmund pushed you aside replayed in your mind and every voice within your head told you the same things: “It’s your fault”.

The pounding in your heart and the echoing in your head was suddenly replaced with a pounding on your door and an echoing voice calling out your name. “(Y/N)!” You immediately sat up because you knew that voice was Edmund’s - he was shouting for you in the same tone that he had done earlier that day. He wanted to help you, he wanted to save you.

His voice continued to call your name as he banged on the bedroom door. Wiping away whatever marks of emotion were on your face, you went to the door and the sight that greeted you almost broke you. The Edmund that stood before you had a face drowned in sorrow - you could see his emotional and physical pain and part of you could almost feel it. As soon as he saw your equally distraught face, he immediately fell into you and embraced you as tight as he could.

Kicking the door shut with his foot, you let the water burst through and sobbed uncontrollably into his chest. For the entire ordeal, Edmund just continued to soothe you and comfort you, whispering words of love into your ear. “My love, you’re alright - we’re safe. We’re all safe”. At that, you paused to look up to him, and were met eyes overflowing with love, yet stained with sadness. “Oh Ed, I’m so sorry” you whispered with a broken voice. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs softly pushing away any tears that fell. “I’m so sorry for what’s happened. I didn’t mean for this to happen to you. I-”. Edmund shut you up by pulling you in for the deepest kiss he had ever given you. By the time you both broke away, you were both breathless.

With one hand on your face, he grabbed your hand and held it against his heart. There was a change in Edmund’s stature and tone, his voice was now affirmative and he stood tall, almost as if he was ready to address a battlefield full of troops. His eyes now burned with passion and love, and this was unlike anything you had ever seen from him. “My love, I’ll tell you something right now”. He remembered what Peter had said and he wanted to tell you the truth. “You don’t need to say sorry to me - I’m sorry for what you’ve endured today. I did what I did because I wanted to save you - I love you, I couldn’t let anything happen to you. I always said I’d love and look after you. That was my intention, and if something happened to me then that’s on me. I love you and nothing will change that, in life or death. You’re irreplacable to me”.

Those last few words were enough to make you want to cry with joy... but you didn’t. Instead, you just looked at Edmund as his words began to mend your heart and heal your wounds. The look between you both radiated nothing but devotion and, at that, you returned his kiss.

After your reunion and amendments, you both returned and strolled into Edmund’s bedchamber - hands clasped together - and were greeted by the 3 remaining Pevensies. All of them immediately stood up as you both walked in, faint smiles beginning to grow on your faces.

Peter stepped forward, “Well I see you found each other”. You & Ed looked at each other and you nodded at the High King. Your voice full of courage (with a hand squeeze of encouragement from Ed) you calmly responded: “Yes, we did”.

Peter went to apologise but before he could say anything, Edmund got there first. “You don’t need to say anything Pete. None of you need say anything about what happened today. I can tell you one thing, I wasn’t being reckless. I love her”. The King and Queens all looked stunned - never having heard Edmund say anything like this before - and when they knew he was serious, they all slowly began to smile.

You looked up to Edmund and he, too, began to smile. You knew he was serious and that this was the truth. Between the two of you, there was nothing but love.

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softmothprince · 3 years

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dragon’s claim

Zhongli's sweet darling needs a... gentle, reminder of what exactly they are to each other

this is a collab piece with one of my friends~ they are much better at writing fluff than i am and it hits me in the feels

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She’s not pouting. Absolutely not. She’s also not glaring at the woman currently leaning on Zhongli’s arm, staring up at him with heart eyes as he rambles happily about the tea he was buying. Her arms are crossed and she leans heavily into the railing of the bridge, jaw clenched and teeth grinding.

No. She is not jealous of some… some… harlot! With a loud huff, she pushes off the railing and walks off the bridge, hearing her sandals click against the wood and then stone. Once she’s close enough, the tall geo archon looks up and gives that stupidly cute smile, cheerfully calling her name.

She refuses to acknowledge him and waits for him to finish his conversation. “Ready to go home dear?” he said with a sweet smile. She doesn’t respond and starts walking away back through the market as gently pulls her close to him. He sighs and leads her to a side alley, where she leans against a wall still not looking at him. He leans in close.

“Is my darling jealous?” He whispers, tucking her hair back behind her ear. His fingertips trace around her temple, then under her eye, before cupping her face. “You know I only hold affection for you, little one.”

He tenderly presses kisses over her cheeks and nose, placing a firm one on her lips. He pulls back enough to stare into her eyes, seeing the internal fight she is having. To submit to him or continue to pout and sulk. It makes him sigh and shut his eyes- as though a headache was creeping up on him.

“It seems I am going to have to… remind you, of that fact.” He decides, sliding his hands down to her wrists and brings her hands up to kiss them. His eyes peek open, glowing a warm amber in the dying light as he gives her a heated look. “I’m going to make love to you until your heart understands how much I love you.”

She pulls her face away and with a sad pout says, "Remind me of what Rex Lapis?"

He frowns, "That's not-"

"Remind me that only I get jealous and that the great Rex Lapis doesn't?!" she said with tears starting to fall down her face. "I'm the only one who gets possessive over you and you don't! It's like it doesn't bother you if someone else looks at me like that! Maybe next time Kaeya tries to-"

He slammed his hands into the wall, pinning her to it, "Kaeya did what?" he said with a low growl, his pupils having shifted into slits.

She shuddered for a moment. Seeing the amount of territorial possessive in his eyes made her heart stop and she struggled to find the words.

“Little one,” he said sternly, “I’m going to ask you again. What did Kaeya do?”

She took a deep breath. “The other day Kaeya came by the office and was trying to flirt as usual and he asked me if I wanted to go with him and have a real man for a master,” she answered nervously.

A fierce growl ripped from Zhongli’s throat, almost like a suppressed roar. She could see his struggle to stay composed as his fangs grew and scales started to appear on his neck.

“That damn bastard,” he said with another growl, “He has the audacity to try and take my precious mate from me?” She let out a small gasp. His horns were starting to poke through. “How dare he. If I see him again I’ll-”

He was cut off when he felt her hug him tightly. “I don't want anyone else!” she said before looking up at him. “The only master I want is you. My dragon, my Zhongli. So please don’t let anyone else try and take you from me either.” Her eyes on the verge of tears.

He sighed and kissed her forehead. “We’re going home. Now. I still have to teach you a lesson.” She nodded, “Yes Master.”

~*~

Her heart pounds in her chest, loud enough she wouldn’t be surprised if he heard it. Though, he’d had to be listening to that instead of the sounds coming from his hand playing with her cunt. After what had happened earlier, he had taken her home and immediately stripped them both of their clothes, pinning her down onto their bed.

It took him only a few seconds to pounce on her, his hand delving between her thighs to her pussy. It was wet and sticky, slick coating her thighs and his fingers. His narrowed gaze shifts from her pussy as he leans forward, latching onto her throat. His teeth scrape over her pulse, then travel down to the crook of her neck.

A deep scar laid on the soft flesh, marking her as his. His heart, his love, his mate. He eagerly kisses and nibbles around it, the scarred flesh much more sensitive and giving him the reactions he wanted. Her breath tickled his ear, every moan, sigh, and whisper of his name making him shiver.

He runs his other hand up her torso, cupping her breast and flicking his thumb gently over her nipple. She trembled more, waiting for him to snap and take her. She saw how fired up he had been earlier when just mentioning another man, she knows that flame is still burning fiercely in him.

And when he pulls away from her neck to look into her eyes, she can see it flickering in those piercing gems. A small bead of sweat drips down her neck and between her breasts, catching his attention. He doesn’t hesitate to follow it, kissing along the soft curve of her breasts, his tongue curling around her nipples when his mouth latches onto them.

Zhongli hums and pulls his hand away from between her legs, glancing at the mess he caused. She was far from cumming, but he had all night to… remind and teach her exactly what it meant to be his mate. Strong hands suddenly pull her across the bed until her legs dangle off the end, feeling a small burning from where the sheets rubbed.

He kneels between her thighs, nuzzling his cheek along the soft flesh and kissing the inside of her knee as he looks at her soaked pussy, a deep croon building in his chest. She shifts her still trembling legs, only to find them suddenly being grabbed and pinned to strong shoulders as a head of dark hair disappears between them.

She can hear him hum and whisper something, then say much louder in a teasing tone: “Itadakimasu~”

Something firm and hot swipes over her swollen clit, making her jolt with a loud yelp. Another swipe and she lets her head fall back onto the pillows, hands balling up into the sheets. Zhongli peers up at her through his lashes, taking in her reactions and growls when her thighs try to shut. He pushes them apart again, huffing against her cunt.

“Do not. Do that.” He scolds, then dives back in before she could speak, keeping his eyes on her face.

Loud slurps and wet smacks fill the room, blending in with his deep moans of pleasure. Her own suddenly reaches a higher pitch, her hips jumping when she feels his fingers slowly push inside and stroke the inside walls of her pussy. Her hand snaps down to tangle into his hair, tugging and causing more growls and moans to pour from his chest.

“I will never tire of this,” He purrs, pulling back slightly to look at how easily his fingers are sucked into her. “I will never tire of how beautiful you are when I pluck you like a lyre. The sounds you make are as sweet as birds' songs.” He dips down to suck on her clit, feeling her nails dig into his scalp.

“Your scent and taste are far better than the finest wines I’ve ever had. I will never tire of this.” He repeats, making sure that when he slowly stands up he catches her flustered gaze. “I will never tire of you.” He whispers, leaning over her body.

“Master-” She gasps and is cut off by him grabbing her knees, pushing them back against her chest.

She watches with wide eyes as his appearance smoothly changes, dark scales bleeding from his skin, fangs growing over his lips and horns poking through his hair. Zhongli rubs his fingers- no, they feel more like claws now -down her thigh and grabs his cock, lining up with her entrance.

His cock slides in easily, the walls of her cunt squeezing and sucking him in deeper. He bows his head, watching his dick thrust in and out, his breath picking up and sounds similar to growling building more and more. He returns his grip to her knees, leaning on them as his hips slap loudly against hers.

Sweat drips down his brow, his slitted pupil fluctuating as he looks at her face. Her cheeks are blushed a deep red, eyes rolling into the back of her head and mouth parted to let out moans and incoherent babbles.

“Master- Master ple-please, mo-more~” She sobs, nails scraping and digging into the skin of his arms and shoulders.

The small pinpricks of pain are lost in the throes of pleasure, his nerves burning with every thrust. He dips down to her ear, moaning and purring for a moment before managing to speak.

“Mate… you… breed… gonna fill you… so full… mine!…” He shudders, the familiar feeling of swelling at the lower part of his cock growing more and more. The knot kisses the outside of her cunt, dipping in ever so slightly before disappearing.

He grunts, one hand dropping her leg and going to grab her throat. He doesn’t squeeze to choke her, just presses enough to get her attention, growling her name when she only whimpers. Once those pretty eyes are on him, he lets his growing knot finally push in completely, feeling her entire body freeze as it registers the sudden sensation.

“Breathe, little one.” His voice is deeper. More rough than the usual smooth silk.

She finally lets out a sob, his knot pushing and rubbing her sweet spots deliciously. He manages a few more thrusts, until the knot is too swollen to pull out again. Does that stop him? Absolutely not. He humps and grinds like a man gone wild, slamming his mouth to hers to hide the animalistic sounds pouring out of him.

Her tongue flicks over his fangs, making him shudder and grip her tighter. He removes the hand from her throat and delves it between their bodies, finding her clit and- taking care of his claws -rubs it swiftly. A few more well placed thrusts, his teeth nipping her bottom lip, and she convulses around his cock while crying out his name.

The ravenette drops onto his arms over her, continuing to move as he himself cums thick and hot inside her. He presses his forehead against hers, sharing their breaths and staring into each other's eyes as they slowly come down from their high. Both of them are shaking, his darling more so.

Ever so slowly, he lets her leg go and brings his hand up to cup her face, stroking his thumb over her cheek and wiping away the tears of pleasure she let out. His other hand goes to hers, bringing it from his shoulder and to press against his chest- right above his racing heart. He can feel hers through their fingers.

He kisses her hand and then dips his forehead to meet hers while their breath slowly steadies and his knot recedes. Once he can move again he carefully begins to clean her up and wrapping her in one of the blankets before sitting next to her on the bed. His dragon features slowly fading.

He pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her and planting soft kisses on her temple as she nuzzled into his neck. He smiled at his darling as she relaxed in his arms, letting out a small laugh remembering her pouty face from earlier which caused her to look up at him. He kissed her forehead. She was so unbelievably cute when she got jealous or pouted. Something about her moments of attitude made him love her so much more.

He then looked into her eyes with a warm smile. "My precious darling, don't you know that I will spoil you with whatever your heart desires? Whether it be riches and gifts or," he kisses her hand softly, "my time and affection. Whatever you ask of me is yours."

She blushes and tries to hide her face in his neck but he holds her by the chin,

"Don't forget. Dragons mate for life and you darling are my mate. Understand?"

She nods her head, while gazing into his eyes.

"With words my dear," he says leaning in to graze his fangs on her neck as a small reminder of what they had just done.

"Y-yes sir," she says blushing.

He smiles and pulls her in closer while caressing her cheek. "Good girl. Now let's rest shall we? Rest and get all the cuddles you want from your Dragon."

#zhongli #genshin zhongli #zhongli x you #fem reader #genshin impact #reader #zhongli x reader #lemon #writing

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wish-upon-a-sapphic-star · 3 years

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“You’re basically a marshmallow. Perfect for cuddling.” for the prompt?

Someone is kissing his neck, and for the briefest of moments, Remus is very, very confused.

The knowledge returns to him before he can open his eyes, his eyelids sticky with sleep and his vision hazy from the sensation now on his collarbone. Sirius looks up with a wry smile, and Remus’ heart practically beats out of his chest. Of course it’s Sirius. How strange that he could have forgotten.

Remus wraps his arms tight around his friend, tugging him so close that he’s sure Sirius must be able to hear how fast his heart is beating. If he does, Sirius doesn’t comment. He just repositions legs so he can rest comfortably on top of Remus. His hair is tickling Remus’ neck, but Remus can’t bring himself to care. He wouldn’t give this up for anything.

“You’re basically a marshmallow,” Sirius murmurs. The sound gets lost in the fabric of Remus’ shirt, but not so lost that Remus doesn’t hear.

Remus laughs a little. “How so?”

“Perfect for cuddling,” Sirius says, and squeezes him even tighter.

It’s such a simple sentiment, and yet it evokes a response Remus could never even begin to describe. His body has always felt wrong, from the moment of his first transformation. Too long. Too thin. Bones jutting out in places they shouldn’t. Scars defacing the skin on his chest, his arms, his face. That Sirius wants to touch him, let alone hold him… He has never dared to hope for this kind of intimacy with anyone.

His throat constricts and tears pierce his eyes. He squeezes Sirius in return, too overwhelmed to say anything.

Sirius lifts his head from its place on Remus’ chest. “You alright, Love?”

Remus sniffs, but nods. “Yeah, I’m alright. Just… really happy you’re with me.”

“Yeah?”

Then Sirius is grinning fiendishly, and Remus is sure that was the wrong thing to say if he wanted to maintain any semblance of coherent thought.

Sirius tugs the collar of Remus’ shirt down as far as he can, and starts kissing his sternum, then slowly moves up and up. He reaches the hollow in Remus’ collarbone and kisses up his throat, lingering longer the higher he gets.

Remus feels like he has been turned to liquid; the soft caress of Sirius’ hands along his ribs and the sweet kisses pressed into his neck are the only things keeping him tethered to this body. Sirius continues up the side of his neck and Remus has probably ascended to some higher plane at this point—until the feeling of Sirius tugging at his earlobe with his teeth brings him staggering back to reality.

He laughs, though he doesn’t know what for. Perhaps it was just from how unexpected that was. Or maybe he’s laughing at how crazy this all is, that Sirius is in his bed, that Sirius is bothering to spend time with him at all.

Sirius pushes himself up onto his elbows and frowns. “That was supposed to be sexy.”

“That was cute.”

“Cute?” Sirius looks so offended and says the word with such disdain that Remus has to laugh again. “I’ll show you cute.”

Suddenly Remus’ face is peppered with a thousand kisses, all over his cheeks, his forehead, his chin, even his nose. And it is, indeed, very cute, but also so much more than just that. After all, Remus doesn’t need a mirror to know that Sirius is kissing each and every one of his scars.

The revelation that Sirius has studied his face so much that he knows exactly where each of his scars are—and that he doesn’t think they’re ugly, but instead wants to be kissing them—is almost too much for Remus to handle. His heart twinges so intensely that if he weren’t so happy, he might have mistaken it for heartbreak.

Sirius finally pulls away, looking terribly happy with himself. “Now that’s cute.”

All Remus can manage is a nod before burying his hands in Sirius’ soft curls and tugging him back to meet his lips. Sirius slides into the kiss easily and gives Remus exactly what he wants, letting the kiss deepen and soften in just the right intervals. He wants to pull Sirius closer, hold him tighter, but he gets so lost that his limbs go slack and all he can do is hope Sirius won’t pull away. Sirius doesn’t.

They break apart for a moment, and Remus can’t stop himself from saying, “I love you.”

His heart is in his throat as he waits for a response. The silence lasts an eternity, just staring into Sirius’ beautiful silver eyes and hoping to find something in them that tells him what he needs to know.

Sirius brushes their noses together. “I love you, too.”

A breath of relief escapes him, and all the tension ebbs from his body, reminding him of just how tired he is. Sirius kisses him again for a moment, and Remus leans into it, trying his best to commit the sensation to memory. Even though Sirius said he loves him, there’s still this feeling that it can’t be real—that this will never happen again.

Eventually they go back to holding each other and start drifting off to sleep, a tangled web of arms and legs and hearts. Remus can’t quite remember anymore how the night started, but he hopes with every inch of his being that he’ll have another like it—

“Mooooooooooooonyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

Remus awakes with a start. The first thing he sees is Sirius’ hair dangling down and tickling his nose.

“Finally! I’ve been trying to get you up for the past five minutes.” He takes a step back, giving Remus enough space to sit up, then cocks his head to the side, a conspiratorial glint in his eye. “Were you dreaming about something?”

Remus’ chest hollows out. He stares at the lips he was so sure he was kissing just moments ago, trying desperately to find the words—any words.

“Well?”

He forces a smug grin onto his face, though it has never been more fake. “Like I would tell you.”

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beforeoursunsets · 3 years

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aud. i'm so obsessed with literally EVERYTHING on your masterlist. ugh chefs kiss af. as for the request: since i haven't seen this trope on your account yet, what about some good ole amnesia? like one day draco gets wiped OUT by a bludger, wakes up, and forgets being in love with the reader. i just know you'd do this justice ILY

Amnesia - d.m

a/n: hiiii anon! tysm for the love you are so kind and i hope i didn't totally butcher this request!!! also im too tired to come up with an original title,, lol enjoy <33

house: slytherin

word count: 1.7k

warnings: just amnesia but idk if that counts, oh and a sorta open ending dont kill me

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You almost fell out of your seat, a cry escaping you as Draco plummeted nearly fifteen meters to the grass below. The astounding crack and thud sent the entire stadium quiet, Madam Hooch and her surrounding professors racing to the unconscious blond.

“Is he…” Pansy breathed, “...alive?”

Concern, etched on both of your faces, felt like a complete understatement compared to how you actually felt about the incident. Grabbing the coat you’d almost left behind, Parkinson followed along as you went straight for the infirmary.

Minutes later she had to slow down, unable to keep up with your running pace. Once she was finally able to catch up, Pansy found you bickering with Madam Pomfrey, begging her to let you inside the hospital wing.

“No you listen,” The matron scowled, “you can visit him tomorrow morning. Mr. Malfoy needs ample time to rest.” She said with finality.

You gave up, irritably walking towards your panting friend while dragging her back in the direction she had just come from. Tears stained your cheeks, but the weeping was gone momentarily, replaced with newfound disdain for Madam Pompfrey.

“She won’t tell me anything.” You complained, pacing in the Slytherin common room. “From what I know they could be embalming him right now!”

“Y/N, I think we both just need to relax right now. I don’t think Draco’s dead,” Pansy reassured you. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

After a long night of restless tossing and turning, you were out of bed the minute the sun rose. Thankfully it was a Saturday, and with no classes to attend you could spend the entire day in the hospital wing. Once you were inside, she would have to drag you out of there herself.

You pulled one of your boyfriend’s sweaters, holding it close to you as the cold morning air nipped your skin. With your best friend at your side, you pushed open the infirmary door, eyes searching for the injured boy.

Madam Pomfrey motioned for you to stay quiet, narrowing in her eyes as she did so.

You found Draco quickly, as he was the only other student in the room. His arm and left leg were bandaged up, his neck in a brace to hold it steady. The mere sight of him made your knees grow heavy, threatening to send you to the ground if you weren’t clutching onto his bed.

Pansy put a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, “Hey, look, he’s waking up.” She whispered.

Slowly, his eyes opened, grimacing at the room’s lighting. Draco looked down at his hand entwined with yours, hesitantly recoiling it.

“Pansy? What’s going on?” He asked, his voice raspy.

You were almost taken aback. Never had you been insecure about his friendship with Parkinson, but it was like he didn’t even see you standing beside him. She looked almost uncomfortable, dealt with his awkward inquiry.

“One of the Ravenclaw beaters took you down with a bludger…” She prompted, trying to kickstart his recollection of last night’s quidditch game.

“Oh.” He responded simply.

“Are you serious?” You cut in, “You almost died and that’s the best you can say?”

Draco had finally made eye contact, looking back at you incredulously, “Why are you wearing my sweater?”

“And why is L/N even here?” He asked Pansy, turning away from you.

The matron picked up on the conversation, now concerned herself. “Miss L/N, I think it’s best for you to leave.”

“Of course I’m here, I’m your girlf--”

“I said, I think it’s best for you to leave.” She reiterated.

You were utterly confused, sending Pansy a look of near despair. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Leave. Now.”

After you had begrudgingly left the hospital wing, Pansy stayed behind as requested by Madam Pomfrey. Draco had seemed to recognize his friend, unlike you, who had only befuddled him.

She pulled your friend to the side, beginning to explain Draco’s condition now that you were out of sight. “I’m starting to believe that Mr. Malfoy here has suffered a brain injury after his fall. For how long have he and Miss L/N been together?” She inquired.

“Over a year,” She responded quickly.

Returning to his bedside, Madam Pomfrey began asking Draco a series of questions, trying to pinpoint how far his memory had recoiled. “What year are you in?”

“Fourth, obviously.” He drawled, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“And what was the last thing you remember?” She prodded.

“The goblet of fire,” Draco responded, “bloody Potter managed to cheat the damn thing.” He spat.

Pansy looked at Madam Pomfrey with concern, that had happened two years ago.

“Would anyone care to explain what bludger you’ve been blabbering about? And why has L/N stolen my jumper? Can someone tell me what’s going on!” Draco quickly grew frustrated by the women’s secretive conversations, demanding answers at once.

“Draco,” She began, “you’re a sixth year--and Y/N--she’s your girlfriend.”

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“What do you mean he doesn’t remember me?” You cried out in exasperation.

“He knows who you are,” Pansy explained, “he just has no memory of your relationship. It’s like he’s still a fifteen year old.”

Never had you imagined Draco could forget you so suddenly, so entirely. It was like one of your worst nightmares had sprung to life. “I need to talk to him.” You responded, getting off your bed.

He had been released from the hospital a few hours prior, now on strict bedrest. You knew he’d be in his room, and luckily, you had a key.

Unlocking his bedroom door, you knocked on the oak wood as it slowly creaked open, signalling that someone was there. “Draco?”

He was laying on top of his comforter, nose buried in his journal. Clearly he was trying to piece together the last two years of his life, your life together. You had hoped that something in there could possibly trigger his memory, a hope that would only set you up for disappointment.

“You can come in,” He spoke gruffly, his eyes still trained on the ivory pages littered with his handwriting.

You sat at the edge of his bed, the distance between him and you feeling so foreign. “I write about you a lot.” He almost chuckles, scanning one last entry.

“You really don’t remember?”

He shook his head regretfully, “No, I don’t.” He apologized, “But I really wish I did, honest. From what it looks like, I was seriously in love with you.”

I was, his voice repeated in your head. Who would’ve thought that one sentence could pierce your heart so deeply. “If it helps--” Draco piped up.

“I still fancy you, even now--or back then--I don’t really know how to talk about it.” He rambled, somehow eliciting a small laugh from you.

“Well I’m just happy to hear you confirm it, I’ve always had my suspicions about our timeline.” You smiled softly, the air filled with a bittersweet tension.

“You know, I can come back.” Getting back on your feet, you went for the door, suddenly feeling like an intruder.

Draco held a hand out to stop you, softly closing the journal to his left. “No, don’t go.” He pleaded, “I have so many questions.”

You sighed, tentatively sitting back down a few feet away. He cleared his throat, and by the look on his face Draco was actively trying to pull back a memory, any sort of recollection of you he could muster.

“How did it, you know, happen? Us, I mean.” He asked after a moment.

Fighting a smile, you replied with “Well, you and I both know we had fought since the moment you stepped foot in the common room, it wasn’t just two years ago.”

“How could I forget?”

“At the end of our fifth year you got into a bit of a tussle with Cormac again, something about how you were the only one allowed to bully me.” You laughed, “After that, I had my own personal bodyguard--on the rare occasions you were being decent.”

“People were messing with you? Why?” He asked, suddenly concerned.

“There were a lot of rumors going ‘round back then, most of them about my romantic affairs.” Rolling your eyes, you added “All about you, of course.”

Draco’s fallen smile was back and brighter than before, “Nice to know I’ve always been a nuance.”

“It wasn’t always that way.” You clarified, “We had some really good times, and no one--not even Pansy or Blaise--expected you to be such a romantic.”

He sighed, “I just wish I could remember it. It’s all there, I know it is, but no matter how hard I try the memories stay locked up somewhere.”

You moved closer, placing a hand over his, “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure they’ll come back sooner than later. Besides, I won your heart once, I have full confidence that I can do it again.”

“Did the part where I mentioned my current massive crush on you just fly right over your head?”

“How could I forget?” You mimicked, “I’m just glad you’re okay, Draco, your fall had us all freaked out.”

“Is it weird?” He asked out of the blue, “Talking to me?”

You thought about his question for a moment, as there aren’t enough words in the dictionary to describe exactly how it all felt. “It is weird, I suppose. Honestly, if anything I’m scared, scared that your feelings for me won’t be the same after the accident. I have all these memories of the last year with you and the only thing left of them is that journal of yours.”

“Believe me, I’ve read it.” He assured you, “The moment Madam Pomfrey released me I was practically glued to it.” Draco finally pulled you into a hug, the long awaited embrace feeling like a weight being lifted off your chest.

“It's awful to say, but I feel so lucky right now.” He mumbled into your hair, “I’m experiencing you all over again.”

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izaanagi · 2 years

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otoya eita x y/n and the prompt flirting headaches <3

prompt: bllk! otoya eita + flirting headaches (x fem!reader)

sans’ corner: eita is such a nerdy brat, and a natural flirt that he is just basically a pro. not as much as Oliver, but you get the gist. I hope I made his justice. Enjoy!

Without doubt, the hardest part of it all, is to rope Otoya in. Lure him in enough not to leave him escape, and yet not far enough for him to realise that he had been guided so far to exactly where he needed to be.

You know the pattern all too well, and if wasn’t that Otoya liked to flirt for the sake of it, because he loved seeing the innocent blush of a girl when he asked for her number after throwing in a few honey coated sentences and well placed pick up lines, it would not even be a problem. The best part, in your opinion, is that Otoya knows that is smooth, and cute enough to handle a possible rejection with the dignity of a gentleman and the nonchalance of a teenager. In a few years, he might as well be a serial bachelor, but now he is just the perfect bait for you to test out. Otoya is not even your type, and his willingness to flirt with anything that is female and breathes is borderline disturbing, but if that were the conditions in which you had to play, then you would show who was the master of the board.

You have to admit to yourself, that while Otoya might not be your type - his eyes just a bit too sly to be comfortable staring into, his sharp pupils following up every movement, and his features as delicate and concealed as a master of the shadows, his limbs too thin - he is outrageously attractive. It is not even a subjective matter: if he wasn’t, there would not be swarms of girls just clustering around him all the times, in the way an idol has. But Otoya’s usual environment is also a problem: to execute your plan you need to see him face to face, preferably alone. The occasion is hard to pick up on, but it is exactly when Otoya crosses one of the corridors, straight to his homeroom - just a corridor that cuts through the science labs, which are usually deserted at this time in the morning, that you know this is your chance and also likely your only one. So you reach him and in the most natural way you can manage, half kabedon him to the wall, to a point where he would have to cut through your arm, in which case you would stop him or go back to where he came from, which is casually a dead end, to escape.

“Do I know you?” Otoya asks, the green fringe casually hiding one of his piercing eyes. It looked darker from afar, but the lock is not even that much green as much as it is mintish, and it takes just a flick of the wrist to leave his eyes free to roam your face, which you are trying to not let embarrass you.

“No, and you don’t need to,” you supply, imitating one of the characters you saw in an anime. It never killed anyone being a bit mysterious. But Otoya just raises an eyebrow at that and shrugs.

“Alright then. Can I help you with something?” he actually asks, not bothered in the slightest that a girl half kabedoned him in the middle of a deserted corridor.

“Actually yes,” you prompt then, because if this is your chance you are going to use it and use it wisely. Otoya has not yet moved, and you feel that he is getting slightly comfortable with this, so you detach your hand from the wall and position yourself in front of him, but this way you have to look up to look at him in the eyes and power play has never been your thing.

“I’m all ears then.”

“I seem to have lost my phone..” You start, and you can see Otoya’s brain cogs starting to work out what exactly are you trying to do. But he is just half a beat too late.

“..so can I get yours?” you boldly finish, and try the cringe not to eat away at you.

“Are you..asking for my phone number?” Otoya asks, in the middle of being bewildered and just outright confused by what exactly it’s happening.

“Not really, not yet yours. Just borrowing it for a while so I could save myself in your contacts as ‘mine’”, you get out, and drop your head because this is just way too embarrassing. But you don’t expect Otoya’s reaction: he just genuinely starts laughing and you notice there is a blush on his cheeks. So you smile in return, radiant and genuine. And Otoya stops to breathe for a while, staring intently at your face, finally dropping the pretence of everything you carried so far.

And Otoya never stood a chance, but the blush on his face and his wide eyes stir your stomach in a small turbine, when you get your head up and see him looking at you and you don’t know what to do. So you simply decide to ignore it, doing the same with the visceral desire to replay the scene over and over again, Otoya standing there so close and doing your best to leave him alone, turning on your heels and getting away from that damn corridor, the number pick up line long forgotten. For a while, at least - you lie to yourself.

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 302: As the Todoroki Turns

Previously on BnHA:

Today on BnHA: We have a very fun chapter in which (1) Shouto grows up lonely on account of his parents being worried that his siblings will literally try to kill him, (2) Natsu and Fuyu grow up neglected on account of not being special and/or self-destructive enough to attract attention, (3) we get to revisit all of that exciting spousal abuse from chapter 39, and (4) Touya burns to death right on cue, pretty much exactly like we expected it to happen. Thankfully since this is a shounen manga, Horikoshi finds some hope in all this misery as the Todoroki family rallies together, with Shouto getting his long-overdue credit for being a perfect sweet angel who put up with all of this shit for sixteen years and somehow came out of it strong and kind and empathetic and determined. Anyway, so that flashback was a barrel of laughs. But now that it’s over, we can put all of that angst behind us, and move on to... well I guess, probably, more angst. Look, we’re short on variety at the moment. Bear with it.

ouch. we knew this was coming, but still

A+ parenting move there. “ho boy, our eldest just tried to murder our youngest, now what? hmm how about we isolate our youngest from all human contact”

though in their defense, we probably shouldn’t have expected this rabidly strength-obsessed fire man and his wife who was groomed since childhood to obey her family’s whims to have any idea of how to raise stable, well-adjusted offspring

SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS

this is a perfect example of Enji’s tragically self-revolving viewpoint right here. just because being a hero is your entire world doesn’t mean you can just excuse yourself from anything outside of that and act like it’s out of your control. “alas, all I care about is hero stuff and my son can’t be a hero, we are doomed to inhabit two different worlds” no you jackass, it’s called having more than one hobby?? figuring out how to spend some time with your son that doesn’t involve training?? the same exact thing you were telling him to do last week, while ignoring that you’ve never done that yourself in your life??

that said, yet again we have that complexity though because it’s obvious that Enji at least on some level is aware of his own flaws, even though he seems unwilling or unable to confront them. honestly, from what we’ve seen so far, Enji’s obsession with surpassing All Might might be more accurately called an addiction. he literally can’t let go of it even though he’s fully aware of how it’s slowly destroying his life. and so in the same way that a lifelong smoker or alcoholic might tell their child to stay away from cigarettes and booze, Enji tells Touya not to follow down the same path as him, even though he himself doesn’t know how to leave that path. so yes, it’s hypocritical as fuck, but there’s also an element of helplessness there as well because Enji literally doesn’t know how not to be like this

though all the same he sure could stand to put in more than just a token effort. but it is what it is, and we already know how much he’ll come to regret it

and meanwhile Baby Shouto has frozen his sleep bubble with his quirk lmao. so I guess his quirk did come in early. that’s a recipe for chaos right there

once again Shouto is ruining every single dramatic panel in this flashback

this was so dark and intense... and then I spotted the lil bubs in the corner. Horikoshi please control yourself

“some hero you are, running away” and then all of a sudden, “FIVE YEARS LATER” lol what. OKAY THEN

(ETA: love the confirmation that eight-year-old Natsu comes from the Iida school of puberty and is basically a fully grown man, and meanwhile Touya comes from the hobbit school of puberty and has been perpetually eight for the past five years.)

“HEY BIG BRO WANNA COME RECREATE AN ICONIC FLASHBACK SCENE WITH US. WE’VE GOT THE SOCCER BALL RIGHT HERE, BUT HURRY UP OR WE’LL BE TOO LATE FOR SHOUTO TO WALK ON BY AND STOP TO LOOK”

lol and that’s literally the next three panels. but Horikoshi did add this extra bit after Endeavor starts to drag Shouto away

seriously Enji what the hell did you expect was going to happen here. “Touya went nuts and tried to kill his little brother out of jealousy, so let’s make it clearer than ever that Shouto is the important child and all the other children are just rejects. this will definitely not make the problem 100x worse, and will surely lead to Touya giving up and living a happy life, having been emotionally abandoned by the person he admired more than anyone.” good for you pal you figured it all out. no need for that plan b, “we all just go to therapy”

anyway so he’s telling Shouto he can’t play because he needs more endurance training. and meanwhile Touya’s patented Todoroki Drama Genes are going through puberty as well

definitely the face of a happy, emotionally stable child who’s not still plotting to murder his younger brother in his sleep

“WELL ACTUALLY MAKESTE” lol I stand corrected??

apparently during the five year interim Touya actually stopped blaming Shouto and realized Enji was the one at fault. good for him! a bit inconsistent, given what we know happens later, but I assume we’ll get to that in good time

anyway. “yeah man I agree that dad sucks, but it’s the middle of the night and I’m only eight and you’ve been monologuing for the past two hours bro”

LMAO

the manga is making my jokes for me, only better. fine then

looks like someone’s still miffed about that disagreement he had with his baby sister back when she was like four

“Fuyu doesn’t get properly riled up like I want her to so ranting to her is annoying.” okay but having been in Fuyu’s shoes, it really is just a different way of coping, and I can guarantee she’s not as fine with the whole situation as Touya might think. but making your peace with something is often a decision that’s made for emotional self-preservation reasons. and I sure as hell don’t fault her for trying to shut out a situation that she had no control over, and trying to make the best of it, and scrape together as normal a childhood as she could manage

and now in Touya’s defense as well, that is of course easier said than done, and I’m sure if there was a “push this button and instantly get over all of the trauma in your life” switch readily available for Touya then he would have pushed it too. unfortunately it’s not always that simple

so now Rei is pleading with Touya not to go train up on his little emo hill again, but it doesn’t seem like much has changed since he was eight

I don’t think he gives two figs about being a hero; he just wants his father to look at him again with pride. fucking hell, stop doing this to me you damn Todorokis

guh, they keep telling him the same thing over and over again

even if we hadn’t already known he was gonna go melt his jawbone off soon, I wouldn’t have expected a line like that to go over well

yep. fuck

that Todoroki puberty angst, though. nothing else quite like it

“you have a part in this too, Mom” ooooooh man

okay but look, he’s not entirely wrong. like, I’m not saying any of this is Rei’s fault at all! she’s in an impossible situation where she’s afraid to stand up to Enji (who by this point has shown that he’s willing to physically attack her if things get too heated, which is terrifying), and doesn’t really have anywhere to turn for support. her parents aren’t helping much if at all, and Japan in general is just a terrible country to be in when you’re in a domestic abuse situation. everyone’s expected to put on a brave face and deal with their problems all on their own in private. Rei is basically completely isolated at this point, and she doesn’t know what else to do, and so she’s just trying to keep the situation as stable as possible for the kids

but on the other hand, “for the kids” is also where that argument starts to break down a bit, because at this point Shouto is also being physically abused by his father, and the other kids are continuing to be neglected (emotionally if not physically), as they have been for years. so the situation really isn’t stable at all for them. and as a kid, what you end up learning in that type of situation is that you can’t rely on either parent. not the abusive one, certainly, but also not the other one who can’t protect you from any of it. even if they love you and they’re trying, they’re just as helpless as you. Rei is struggling to deal with all of this with one hand tied behind her back, and I get it, and I’m not blaming her at all. but all the same, particularly given that she’s (understandably) putting almost all her focus on Shouto, the end result is that the other kids have basically been left to fend for themselves

so yeah! a shitty situation all around. and one of those cases where it’s not really anyone’s fault (aside from Enji’s), but I can understand the resentment Touya is feeling all the same. and I’m so glad Horikoshi is acknowledging this, because it’s something I probably would have been too uncomfortable to bring up otherwise. as it is it’s still an incredibly heavy subject, and one that I probably have too many personal feelings about

anyway, so once again the whole “we’ll try talking to him and then just shrug our shoulders when it doesn’t work” parenting strategy doesn’t really pan out for the Todoroki fam

sob this boy is Anakin Skywalkering before our very eyes. all that’s missing is AFO to come and start whispering in his ear. any minute now...

“anyway so then he got taller and his fire changed from red to blue”

guess we’re getting pretty close then huh. this is the part of the flashback that I really don’t want to see, but also unfortunately the part that I’m most curious about :/

oh for fuck’s --

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IGNORING HIM FOR FIVE YEARS DIDN’T ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM” sob. back to the drawing board I guess

I thought he got taller, why is he still only like a third of Enji’s height here

oh fuck me these are armor-piercing feels. this is the heavy artillery right here

ENJI I’M BEGGING YOU PLEASE STOP AND THINK FOR ONE MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE BEFORE DOING SOMETHING YOU’LL REGRET FOR THE REST OF ALL TIME. your child just told you that he still thinks beating All Might is the only thing you care about, and that he believes his existence is a mistake unless he finds some way of doing that for you. please stop for a moment to contemplate that and choose your next words with care and grace and oh who the hell am I kidding

-- OR WE COULD JUST BLAME REI

go on and blame everyone but yourself then!! that’s a great solution!! jesus christ man I know this is Endeavor at his literal worst but still this is fucking hard to watch

POOR BABY SHOUTO IS YELLING AT HIS DAD NOT TO HIT HIS MOMMY THIS LITTLE BRAVE BOY NEEDS SO MANY HUGS OH MY GOD

AND MEANWHILE THE OTHERS ARE HUDDLED IN THE NEXT ROOM TRYING NOT TO CRY AH FUCK

(ETA: Fuyu covering Natsu’s ears cuts RIGHT TO THE CORE OF ME. Horikoshi if you’re really not gonna get these kids some therapy then at least consider giving your readers some. what is this.)

you know it’s bad when you’re starting to think the part where the kid burns to death might actually be a less traumatic thing to cut to right now

holy shit, actual Rei thoughts

“I was the one who ultimately made that choice” well there we go, wonder if that’ll put that whole argument to bed at last. I doubt it, but you never know. actually who am I kidding it’s not gonna settle jack shit lol

oh thank god, they decided it was getting too intense and cut away back to the present to narrate this next (final?) part

get ready to cue up that Alicia Keys. THIS BOY IS ON FIREEEEEEE

yeah I think that’s one thing we can mostly all agree on. neither of them had any clue what the fuck they were doing pretty much at any point. though I will say that the hypocrisy of him being all “WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP HIM” followed by him IMMEDIATELY DOING THE EXACT SAME THING is a bit rich

(ETA: and he still has this problem, doesn’t he? he froze up when Ending snatched Natsuo, and again when Dabi was attacking Shouto. he’s so afraid of doing the wrong thing that he ends up not doing anything, which of course is exactly what led to Touya’s death. damn Enji I guess you’ve still got some additional character development to unlock.)

and of course neither of them could possibly have known how badly it was going to turn out. like, the consequences here were WAY disproportionate even for the shittiest of parenting. no one expects “I didn’t know how to talk to my son” to snowball into “my son burned to death and then somehow came back as a villain and murdered thirty people”

ohhhhhhhh fuck me

LITERALLY INCINERATED THE ENTIRE HILLSIDE. fuck. and I am so not ready for the scene of Enji finding the remains of his jawbone afterwards. at least we were spared anything super-graphic (for now at least)

I feel like the timeline here is off, btw?? wasn’t Touya’s death supposed to happen after Rei got hospitalized? this might be the first actual retcon of the entire flashback. although I think it makes more sense this way tbh

I do appreciate that ten years later Enji is finally reflecting on the fact that if he’d just given up his stupid obsession he could have stopped his family from crumbling apart. that probably sounds sarcastic as fuck, but it’s not. there are countless jerks out there who would have still managed to find a way to blame literally everyone and everything under the sun except for themselves. at least he finally figured out how to take responsibility, even if it came too late to stop his son from dying and being radicalized into a villain terrorist organization

and speaking of, it seems to me we’re missing a third and final part to this little tale of woe, and one which only Touya himself will be able to shed any light on. so we’ll see how that goes

oh man seeing the other kids blaming themselves even though none of it was their fault hits hard af. Rei wasn’t kidding when she said they’d been bearing that burden of guilt far longer than Enji

SHOUTO I SWEAR TO GOD IF THE NEXT PANEL IS YOU APOLOGIZING FOR BEING BORN, I WILL... WELL I’LL BE VERY SAD, I GUESS. SO DON’T DO IT

oh good he’s just being quiet. good. it absolutely is not your fault lil bean. it’s not theirs either, but feeling guilty about things that aren’t your fault is a time-honored shounen tradition

goddammit I braced myself for the angsty Shouto panel a page too early. gotta do it all over again now lol. okay here goes

;_;

well well well would you look at that

imagine that. talking things out with your child before they make a rash decision. looks like the Todorokis’ parenting skills are finally leveling up

OH MY GOD

holy shit. this is the most quintessential moment of father/son Todoroki bonding in the entire series. for me it even tops the “nice scar” scene lol. Enji sobbing at the fact that he still has a chance to set things right. and Shouto offering his hand in what is actually the most mature and selfless gesture I’ve ever seen, and being all “we’ll stop him together” to his dad who he hates, but also doesn’t really entirely hate anymore. and all of that is incredibly moving... BUT ALSO HE STILL REFUSES TO MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH HIM AND HE WOULD LIKE HIM TO STOP BEING SO FUCKING DRAMATIC ALREADY IF YOU DON’T MIND. “WHEN YOU’RE DONE CRYING...” fkjldsk

OH MY FUCKING LORD

(ETA: wouldn’t be a Todoroki drama fest if there wasn’t somebody listening in on the whole thing in secret just around the corner lmao.)

“you think we should have waited somewhere else?” “yeah, probably.” “are you feeling a lot of secondhand embarrassment too?” “god, you have no idea.” STFU HAWKS IT’S NOT EMBARASSING TO BE MOVED TO TEARS BY YOUR FAMILY ALL COMING TOGETHER IN YOUR DARKEST HOUR TO GIVE YOU HOPE THAT YOU PROBABLY DON’T DESERVE BUT ARE NONETHELESS INDESCRIBABLY GRATEFUL FOR

and anyway you chose these guys as your found family, bucko. too late to back out now. next time go get yourself adopted by the Iidas then

AND MEANWHILE NO WORD ON THE WHOLE “HOW DID A THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD SURVIVE A FIRE THAT COVERED HIS BODY WITH HORRIFIC SCARS AND MELTED HIS JAW OFF, AND HOW DID HE SOMEHOW THEN MANAGE TO GO INTO HIDING FOR TEN WHOLE YEARS, AND WHAT HAPPENED IN THAT INTERIM TO CHANGE HIS GOAL FROM ‘SURPASS ALL MIGHT TO IMPRESS MY DAD’ TO ‘KILL ALL HEROES TO MAKE MY DAD SUFFER’.” as if we don’t know the answer to that. but still, would it kill Horikoshi to just confirm AFO’s involvement in all of this already. at this point it’s basically just a formality

so here’s hoping next week we’ll either get that, or more Hawks action, or (DARE I EVEN SUGGEST, I’M AFRAID TO JINX IT) finally cut back to Bakugou and Deku and All Might omg. either way I’m hyped

#bnha 302 #todoroki touya #dabi #todoroki enji #endeavor #todoroki rei #todoroki shouto #todoroki natsuo #todoroki fuyumi #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #my sincerest apologies for this absurdly long recap which is barely funny at all!#THERE WAS VERY LITTLE HUMOROUS CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER #congratulations horikoshi you win this round

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