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the-archangel · 1 year

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Johnny's Home

I like writing for Johnny and don't do it often enough, I guess I just like being in Kerry and V's fluffy bubble!

Johnny is sat in V’s old apartment looking at the four walls, chain-smoking and going slowly batshit crazy.

At first, it suited him well; perfectly in fact, there was a bed, a shower and a couple of millionaire chooms to pull you out of the shit not 5 minutes walk away, as well as a nova strong-room that he thought he might turn into a sauna one day. It had plenty of floor space, preem views, V had even let him keep the cat.

Back in Samurai’s early days, when a dry, safe place to sleep wasn’t guaranteed, this would’ve been unimaginable luxury, but he’d known success since then, known what it was to have a door on your bedroom or a kitchen that was more than a microwave and a vending machine. He couldn’t cook for shit but that wasn’t the point, he’d like the chance to try, or at least to persuade other people to.

V had messaged to say he was coming over, he showed up a few times a week pretending he was checking on Nibbles, but Johnny knew it was really to check on him, make sure he was taking his meds, eating, doing his physio and shit. Johnny didn’t mind, ever since he’d been back he’d found himself craving V’s presence, it calmed him, filled an empty space, and V felt the same. For nearly a year he’d lived with Johnny in his head, then for another with a Johnny shaped void, now Johnny was actually here to talk to again, to argue with, to punch on occasion, it felt good, nova in fact, they made each other feel whole.

Kerry was not particularly comfortable with all of this. If you haven’t had a construct taking over your brain which then gets ripped out but later returns as a solid, real, annoying human being, you couldn’t possibly understand. V had tried to explain why he needed him around, but it just led to arguments, sulking (Kerry) and punching shit (V). Kerry had tried to tell him what a 5 star bastard Johnny could be, how selfish he was, how he used people, how it had taken him 50 years of therapy to get over him and how he had no intention of relapsing now. V understood, he really did, Kerry and Johnny had both told him the shitty things that went on between them, but Johnny was a part of V, there just wasn’t anything that he could do about that.

V let himself into the apartment and stepping carefully over the laundry, guitars, food containers and empty bottles lying on the floor, plonks himself down next to Johnny on the couch. “Place looks like shit.”

“Thanks, you look like shit.”

Banter over, Johnny rummages through a pile of detritus and finds a half-full bottle of tequila which they share in companionable silence.

“Wanna move V, the walls are closing in on me here, feels claustrophobic, like I can’t breathe.”

V dwells on this for a moment, “Well, what are you looking for? We can prolly help you out, have to talk to Ker though, don’t think he’d like it, but I can usually talk him around.”

“Don’t need your fucking charity V, in case you’ve forgotten I was a fucking rock star, gonna get me my royalties back and I’ll be fine.”

“Um, so, you going to hire a lawyer?”

Johnny snorts, “Shit no, corpo scopbags, gonna do it myself.”

V makes a mental note to put some eddies aside, what Kerry doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“Make a list of what you’re looking for and I’ll swing by in a couple of days and help you look.”

Unusually for Johnny and V, this is actually quite a sensible idea, so after V leaves Johnny begins to write his list.

Later that evening, V is holding court at the Afterlife. He settled into his role as its king more easily than he liked to think and he enjoyed it, the only sour note was that he knew how blown away Jackie would’ve been by it all. V raised a drink to him nightly and had his picture behind the bar.

Kerry was coming over to keep him company, maybe grab a couple of drinks, V still got a thrill when he saw him, especially under the smoke-dimmed neon of the club which highlighted the blue of his eyes and glittered off the gold implants sweeping down his fucking beautiful cheekbones, and so he was feigning attention on what was going on around him and looking out for his input. V stands as Kerry arrives at the booth, the hangers-on around him know it’s time to leave, so Kerry has a choice of seats and chooses the one on V’s lap, pushing him back down onto the seat and planting a big, wet kiss on his forehead.

The regulars are used to Kerry and V’s antics and pay little or no attention, but the look of shock on new faces when a world famous rock star walks in and starts making out with the club’s young boss man always makes V smirk.

“Mmmm, I missed you today baby,” purrs Kerry into V’s ear, “Watcha been up to?”

“Oh you know, meetings, looking at a car, went to see Johnny.”

Kerry’s eyes darken and he sits back on V’s knee. He’s not in the mood for an argument, needs to keep V sweet for what he has planned for him later, so chooses the lesser of two evils to complain about.

“Another car? Shit V I thought you’d looked at selling some of em, not buying more.”

V looks down smiling to himself, his diversionary tactic had worked better than he imagined, “I know Ker, but a guy I was selling one to had one he thought I’d like. What can you do?” the ex-merc reasons, shrugging his shoulders and putting his hand high on his input’s thigh.

Kerry sighs, he loves the gonk and can tolerate his stupid car collection if he must. “OK fine, but from now on it’s one in – one out.” The wicked smirk tells V that this turn of phrase is not entirely innocent or coincidental.

A couple of days later, V is back at his old apartment, it takes him an age to make his way from the lift having to stop to chat with Coach Fred, Wilson and Barry on the way, he reckons that it’d be a shame if Johnny moved and he had no excuse to see his old friends, maybe he could sub-let he muses.

Johnny is lying on the bed reading a screamsheet and frowning, so V throws himself down next to him resting his chin on his shoulder, looking at what he’s reading.

“Would you look at that,” Johnny says, “Us Cracks have split up, musical differences. Shame, I liked them.”

“Wouldn’t’ve thought it was your sort of music.”

Johnny looked over his ever-present sunglasses at V, “Their music’s scop, teenybop shit with lyrics written by a six year old... but I liked the girls, they were hot.”

V should’ve known, that time he and Kerry met them at Riot Johnny was besotted, talked about how they were the future, but would look better with a bit of meat on their racks, he’s a class act.

“M-hm, Red called Kerry a few weeks ago, she wants to go in a more rock direction, the other girls are still into their dumb lazrpop, so she asked him if he’d work with her, do some writing, producing, whatever the shit it is that you musos do.”

Johnny appeared thoughtful...

V guessed what his friend was thinking, “No way Johnny, she’s done nothing to deserve an asshole like you drooling over her while she works, besides, Kerry would never allow it.”

Johnny raises an eyebrow, changes the subject and shows V the list he’s written.

1 – bed

2- shower

V turns to stare at Johnny, he knows the rocker is daring him to say something about it but can only see his own baffled reflection staring back from Johnny’s red lenses.

“What? I started and got bored.” Johnny shrugs by way of explanation.

Together, they spend the afternoon working on the list, V sticks it to the wall and they read it back in their heads with matching expressions, both scowling and moving their lips as they read. Johnny crosses his arms, takes a step back and nods in satisfaction, “Nova, that about covers it.”

V looks over smirking, “You know what you’ve done don’tcha? You’ve perfectly described Kerry’s old villa, the one you said was a Corpo’s wet dream, the one that you wouldn’t be seen dead in even though that’s exactly what you were doing at the time, the one......”

Johnny shut’s him down with a look, “Nah, I wanted a kitchen, that shit hole had a hot water tap and a coffee machine and for some fucking reason 64 cans of beef on the counter with no way of fucking cooking em.”

Turning to look at V’s grinning face, Johnny snaps, “What??”

“There was a kitchen, it was fucking A, it was in the cellar through that locked door. Kerry locked it after he set fire to it heating up some pizza when he was drunk so’s he’d never be tempted to go down there again. I fixed it up though, state-of-the-art cooker, pizza oven, marble worktops, kinda miss it...”

Johnny huffs and throws himself on the couch; V bounces down next to him, bringing the list.

Bedroom, separate from rest of living space

Shower, big enough for 2 or 3, variable height showerhead, good water pressure, added hot tub preferable.

Kitchen, basic, functional

Optional outside space, big enough to party

Inside space, big enough to party

Bar area

Space for guitars, recording equipment etc

V appears thoughtful, “I‘ve got a bit of a... what do you call it when you’ve got a few properties and rent them out?”

“Being a corpo scopbag? Being a dick?”

“Ha ha, no, begins with ‘P’”

“Being a prick then?”

“No...portfolio, that’s it I’ve got a bit of a property portfolio. You could look at some of those.”

Johnny looks incredulously at the ex-merc, wondering what magical fuckery had to take place in the universe for this gonk to not only own a fleet of (mostly) preem cars and be living in a penthouse with a rock star, but also have a fucking ‘portfolio’, whatever the fuck that was.

V could read his mind – almost literally,

“What? I worked hard, invested well...”

“Fucked a millionaire....”

“No actually, well yeah, but this is nothing to do with Ker, it’s all me.”

V logged into his old laptop and showed Johnny the pics and specs of his properties.

The one in Northside was pretty crappy and small, and besides, V used it when he was netrunning so that was out. Judy’s old apartment might have fit the bill, but V still hoped that she’d be coming back one day, so that’s off the list.

What about this one, large open living space, super-size shower, kitchen-dining area?

Johnny looks over the ex-merc’s shoulder with interest,

“Hmm, maybe. Where is it?”

V looks him in the eye,

“Corpo Plaza.”

V laughs hysterically at the look on Johnny’s face and can’t stop even when the other man punches him hard in the arm to make him shut up. Eventually V calms down enough to speak, but still can’t stop smirking,

“So that’s a ‘no’ then?”

“Fuck off.”

V didn’t keep secrets from Kerry, he maybe didn’t always tell him everything, but he certainly never lied, so when his mainline asks what he’s got planned for the day, V has to grudgingly admit,

“Told Johnny I’d help him find a new apartment, gonna take him over to The Glen, see what he thinks.”

V braces himself...

“No,” Kerry says quietly.

“The fuck Ker?”

“No,” he repeats, “ Johnny was a tumour in my brain way before he wormed his way into yours. He takes what he wants and leaves the empty shell behind, I should know. I’m not gonna let him fuck you up any more than he already has V. You’re not fucking going, I need you here today.”

V is momentarily silenced. He knows that Kerry has issues with Johnny, but up until now he figured that they’d eventually work it out and they’d all rub along together alright. Add to this to the fact that Kerry putting his foot down was pretty damn hot and V is left torn.

“But Ker, I promised...”

“Don’t give a shit V, not gonna stand back and watch him do to you what he did to me.”

V wraps his arms around his lover’s shoulders pulling him in tightly and sighs as Kerry’s arms slip around his waist. If he had to choose one of them it would always be Kerry and much as Johnny is a part of him, this is where he belongs right now. He fires off a message making his excuses and pulls Kerry down onto the couch...

Johnny reads the message and curses under his breath, not because he can’t see the apartment, but more because he was pretty sure that Kerry would’ve stopped being a dick by now and at least have tried to have a conversation with him.

Why would the guy cough up half his fortune to bring him back from the dead and then ignore him, didn’t make sense.

V had flicked him the coords and the code for the Glen apartment anyway, might as well swing by and take a look.

Begrudgingly, V had let him have his Porsche back, so Johnny hops inside and takes a moment to wistfully run his hands over the steering wheel before setting off for Heywood. It’s not a long trip, definitely not long enough for the four-figure bounty Johnny racks up with his erratic driving, but what the hell, the car’s still in V’s name after all.

As soon as he sees the outside of the building, Johnny suspects that this might not be for him, a fact confirmed by the snooty concierge and catalogue-fresh decor of the lobby, but stepping into the main living space he’s pleasantly surprised and when he spots the pool table he’s pretty much sold.

He’ll give it a couple a days to see how it vibes with him.

It turned out that Kerry was right when he said that he needed V with him today, but not in a way either of them expected.

After a lazy lunch, Kerry had appointments to keep, a meeting with the corpos at his label followed by a rare personal appearance at Riot later on. Being on his short leash for the day made V the designated driver, he didn’t mind, he felt grounded driving the streets of the city, like he and it belonged to each other.

V stayed in the car while Kerry met with his staff at the label, he’d tried going to one of these meetings once before and Kerry still tells people about how he had to poke him in the leg with a pen to stop him snoring. He plays with the radio to bide the time, smiling when ‘Black Dog’ begins to play.

V: Hey, the radio’s playing your song.

Johnny: Only another 54,999 plays and I’ll be able to afford this apartment.

V: How you liking it?

J: It’s fine, apart from the corpo dick in reception. Gonna hang here for a couple of days, see how it fits.

Kerry comes stalking towards his Aerondight, the one V saves for when he’s got something to make up for, and throws himself into the passenger seat glowering towards the MSM building. V doesn’t ask, Kerry’s meetings always end like this and he’ll tell him about it at great length later.

“Riot then?”

“Mhm”

The car into the docking area under the club, much as he loves this city there’s no way he’s leaving this beauty out on the streets, and he and Kerry make their way to the dressing room. V lights a cigarette and passes it to his input, then pours a drink that he also passes over. Kerry, sat gazing into the starkly lit mirror, grabs his arm, “Thank you babe.”

V isn’t sure if he means for the drink, the cig or some general, expansive thing, either way his answer would be the same,

“No problem Ker.”

They pass the hour or so until Kerry’s appearance laughing about the first time they’d been in this room together, intimidating the now sadly disbanded Us Cracks girls. V cheerfully admits that he was already madly in love with the rockerboy at this point, while Kerry would only go so far as to say that he found the bratty young merc intriguing and insanely hot, V was more than happy with that.

“What’s the crowd like?” asks Kerry, confident in V’s ability to hack all and every device within a 5 mile radius.

His newly upgraded Kiroshis flip him through every camera in the place, “Pretty packed out, anyone would think someone important was coming.”

The rocker narrows his eyes and twists V’s nipple hard, then pecks him on the cheek, that remark will not go unpunished later he suspects.

At the appointed hour, V guides his man around to the backstage area and sets himself up at the back of the crowd to keep an eye on things. The crowd are giddy, but good natured. They sing along with a soulful acoustic version of ‘Chippin In’, they laugh in all the right places at Kerry’s hastily written speech and queue up dutifully to ask their questions. Most of them had spent a small fortune to be here and weren’t going to waste it by making trouble, some of the others had won the right to be there and were making the most of their good fortune, but there’s always somebody who has to spoil it.

V sensed something was amiss before he saw it. Years of merc work had attuned him to noticing things that others would miss, and what he noticed right now was a space in an otherwise crowded room, and the space was moving towards the stage, towards Kerry.

The ex-merc feels for Archangel in his holster and makes his way along the wall down to the stage, keeping in line with the disturbance in the crowd. Flashing his optics he can make out some sort of cloaking software surrounding the hazy shape of a well-built man, a well-built man aiming a gun at the best thing in V’s life.

Acting on pure instinct he leaps onto the stage knocking Kerry onto the ground and covering him with his own body, the men hit the ground as three shots ring out, the room falls silent before erupting in panic and screams.

V quickly checks that Kerry is unharmed and leaps into the panicking crowd to give chase, Kerry can only watch as the crowd closes behind his mainline’s back and the venue’s security finally show up to lead him to safety.

The chase takes V through to the back of the club and into the alley beyond where he tackles the man to the ground. Now he can see him up close the crazed look of early cyberpsychosis is clear, but he’s is pretty unforgiving when it comes to someone trying to flatline his mainline and takes an unseemly amount of pleasure in frying his synapses and finishing the job with a shot to the head.

Kerry sits fidgeting in the dressing room, “Shit V, c’mon, where are you?” he whispers under his breath. A commotion outside captures his attention, his initial panic turns to relief, hearing his partner’s raised voice as he tears a strip off the club’s security guards. The rocker opens the door to watch V in action, it turns him on no end to see his man sticking up for him, but on actually setting eyes on his mainline he feels only alarm as he watches the blood dripping from the fingers of his left hand and pooling at his feet.

V turns towards him and flashes a bright smile, before collapsing onto the floor.

Several hours later, Kerry is sharing a bottle of bourbon with Vik while V sleeps it off on the operating table. His sub-dermal armour had absorbed the worst of it, and his pain suppressors had stopped him from passing out initially but the blood loss combined with the adrenaline spike had nearly finished him off. He’d live but he was going to be pretty sore when he came around.

It was nearly three days later when he finally woke up, Kerry had been snoozing on and off on an old office chair by the side of V’s bed so the first thing V sees on waking is world famous rock superstar Kerry Eurodyne greasy-haired, snoring and drooling onto his three day old clothes.

“Hey Ker,” he croaks through parched lips, “you OK?”

Kerry’s eyes snap open and he grabs for V’s hand, shouting for Vik at the same time.

“I’m fine, thanks to you. You had us worried for a while there, how you feelin?” he asks softly.

V ponders this for a moment, everything seems to be working, but bits of him feel like they’re on fire.

“I’ve been worse.”

Vik shows him the bullets he dug out of his arm, neck and chest before putting them in the jar with all the others.

“Good to have you back son. You don’t need me to tell you that you lucked out again, but one day that luck’s gonna run out.”

“I know Vik, but if it hadn’t’ve been me it would’ve been Kerry and ...”

V realised that he couldn’t finish the sentence, just the thought of what could have been was enough to choke him.

Vik pats his shoulder, “Take two of these twice a day you’re good to go.”

On the taxi journey home the two lovers are unusually quiet, both lost in thought. V still pondering what might have been and Kerry, for the four hundredth or so time marvelling that V literally nearly just died for him.

Reaching the villa, Kerry helps V shower and change and then cleans himself up before they both fall into the bed, not emerging until late the next day.

Meanwhile...

Johnny is pissed, V’s ignoring his calls and he needs to offload onto him, selfish gonk.

Since his return, they hadn’t been apart for more than a couple of days, at first they’d make up excuses to see each other, but soon they just accepted that they wanted to spend time together, so they did. Not having seen V for days was making him irritable, making his skin itch. It was probably Kerry he’d decided. The crotchety old sourpuss had put his foot down and was keeping him to himself.

Shit, he was going to have to call him.

The call went straight to voicemail – of course it fucking did – and Johnny realised he had no idea what he was going to say and hung up. Pissing Kerry off would make it worse, and since even talking to Johnny seemed to piss him off he needed to figure out what to do.

As it turned out, he didn’t need to worry; Kerry called him later that evening.

“V asked me to call, wants to know what’s with all the messages?”

This pretty much confirms Johnny’s suspicions about V’s radio silence, but he wants to see his friend so plays nice.

“Needed to talk to him about the apartment, been a bit of a sich.”

Kerry sighs, “Well, we’ve had a kinda sich ourselves as it goes, only just got back from Vik’s...”

“Wait, is he OK? What kind of a sich? Kerry talk to me...”

“Calm down he’ll be fine, gonna rest up some then he wants you to come over, about this time tomorrow?”

“He wants me to come over? What do you want?”

Silence stretching on so long Johnny thinks Kerry has gone, “I want...V to be happy, you make him happy for some fucking unfathomable reason. See you tomorrow.”

Johnny is both worried and elated, Kerry said V was fine, he wouldn’t lie about that, but what had happened to keep him AWOL for three fucking days? At least he would be finally able to see him tomorrow, make sure he’s OK, see if there’s anything he needs... Johnny catches himself thinking about V’s well-being above his own pressing need to offload his problem on his ass, ‘Shit, I’m turning into as much of a princess as Kerry.’

Johnny had enjoyed his first afternoon in the apartment, the bar was well stocked and as well as the pool table to keep him occupied there was a massive screen TV. It had never really been his thing, but V and Kerry loved to watch ‘Big Little Corporats’ and it kinda stuck, so he spent the afternoon eating snacks in front of the TV and drinking V’s top-shelf tequila. He could actually see himself being happy here.

As darkness fell, Johnny had become restless. Rattling around the huge space with no direction and no V getting on his nerves was making him antsy, Christ only knows how Kerry stayed in that stupid, enormous villa by himself all those years without going..., hmmm....Johnny decides not to pursue that train of thought and to maybe go into town for a couple of hours.

Six hours later, at about the same time Kerry and Vik are sharing a drink, Johnny leads a merry group of bar-rats through the reception area and up to the apartment. Johnny mans the bar and lays on some preem tunes while his new choombas make themselves at home. The party goes on until sun is beginning to peek through the tinted windows and Johnny kicks the boot of the last, snoring guest telling him to delta. Overall it had been a nova night, nothing that couldn’t be fixed had happened to the apartment and, other than pretty much all V’s booze, everything seemed to be still here. Johnny laid down on the bed and drifted contentedly to sleep.

An annoying buzzing woke him up, he tried to block it out with the pillow, but it was very insistent so he figured he’d better investigate. It turned out to be the door, Johnny opened it and leaned on the doorframe with his arms folded whilst the concierge told him, in no uncertain terms, that he had to vacate the property.

“Choom, unbunch your panties, it was just a party. Or are parties not allowed in your precious building?”

The irate concierge conceded that, yes parties were indeed allowed, but amongst the things that are not allowed are sleeping in the corridors, defecating in communal plant pots, causing an unprecedented 27 noise complaints and copulation in the lobby. Johnny tried to explain that only one of those things was actually his fault, but it was too late, back to the old apartment it is then.

One of the benefits of V’s old place is that Johnny could get to his friend’s condo in no time, so he shrugs on his jacket, makes his way down in the lift and walks around the corner to their building. Other than last night’s call, he hadn’t spoken to Kerry since he’d left V’s head, hadn’t tried to, not worth the earache, and he’s not really looking forward to having to do it tonight, but if this is the only way to see V then it’s worth it. He presses the buzzer to the penthouse and is answered with a terse, “Come up,” as the elevator door pings open.

Johnny sees V lying on the couch and makes a beeline for him. Although the ex-merc is well-rested and feeling pretty chipper, Johnny can see bandages poking out from under his shirt and the ghost of dark rings under his eyes. It occurs to Johnny that he may have been a bit harsh in his previous assessment of the situation.

“Shit V, what the fuck happened?”

Kerry had diplomatically taken himself to the bedroom to give them time to talk. He picked up his acoustic guitar and began to play, picking out melodies and letting themes twist together. Below, V finds the distant noise soothing as he tells Johnny the story of what happened, the reanimated Rockerboy just finds it distracting. Once, a lifetime ago, he’d be up there with him, working on new songs, telling dumb jokes and drinking tequila instead of down here wondering what he’d done (lately) to piss him off so much.

V gets to the end of his tale, time for Johnny to confess...

“Decided the apartment wasn’t for me, fucking concierge had a stick up his ass, guess my face didn’t fit.”

V studies Johnny’s face for a moment, he knows he’s not telling the whole truth – mostly because the building supervisor sent him a message telling him what really happened – but he’s satisfied to see that the other man is unable to look him in the eye and is biting his lip guiltily and so doesn’t push for a full confession.

“Well, there’s still the apartment in Japantown, I think you’d like it. Give me a couple of days and I’ll drive you over there.”

Over the last few days as he waited for V to come around, Kerry’d had nothing but time to think. His first thoughts had been all about not being able to believe that V risked his life to save his own – he knew the gonk loved him and it’s one thing to say you’d take a bullet for your lover, but he actually went and did it. Kerry was pretty sure no-one had ever loved him enough to die for him before and it was an overwhelming feeling to know that now somebody did, especially when he realises that he feels exactly the same.

He went on to consider V’s and Johnny’s relationship. Kerry really was trying to save V from the inevitable heartache that Johnny dragged in his wake, but he was also stopping him from seeing someone he wanted to be with. He had experienced enough manipulation in his life to know how unhealthy that was for relationships and decided that he’d have to let his naive mainline find out for himself how Johnny could be, and just be there for him to pick up the pieces afterwards.

Right now though, Kerry had no intention of letting V out of his sight, so overhearing the plans for a trip to Japantown he decides he’ll tag along.

V isn’t a bit surprised the next day when Kerry announces he’s coming with them. He’s not left his side since the shooting and he doesn’t mind one bit. Looking over at his gorgeous Rockerboy as he makes coffee and chats about last night’s episode of Watson Whore that they watched whilst snuggled on the couch eating popcorn, V’s chest actually hurts at the thought that he could have lost him, that if he hadn’t have been there he’d be reading about his murder in the screamsheets and planning his mainline’s funeral instead of drinking his coffee and hearing his laugh.

Right now he’ll happily spend every second of the day with him, you never know when another psycho will show up and Kerry will need him.

“We’re down in the garage. Taking the Mackinaw, meet you downstairs.”

Johnny hopes that V is using the ‘Royal we’ in that sentence. He was planning on taking him to the market for some quality time and noodles, not on sitting in an awkward silence watching Kerry glare at him from over his shades. His hopes are dashed however, approaching the truck Kerry is clearly in the passenger seat, glaring at him through the off-side mirror. V leans out of the window pointing over his shoulder to the rear door,

“Hey Johnny, you get the whole back seat to yourself how about that?”

He murmurs something that could’ve been ‘thanks’, or just as easily been ‘fuck off’.

V could feel the tension in the truck, no one had said a word since Johnny got in, Kerry was looking out of the side window with his hand on V’s leg, Johnny was lying down on the back seat out of his view, but he knew he’d be tapping on his chest and grumbling to himself. Actually it reminded him of the old days, Kerry by his side and a complaining, invisible back-from-the-dead rocker in the back of the car. He turns the radio on, then immediately regrets it. He keeps it tuned to Body Heat when it’s just him so’s he can bounce along to the mindless pop it dishes out, the track that is just firing up makes the back seat passenger sit bolt upright and V sees Kerry wince out of the corner of his eye.

Off the Leash, Kerry’s collab with the Us Cracks girls had passed Johnny by till now, when V was at Riot all those years ago watching it be unveiled he’d left his head terrorist in the car, having taken one of Vik’s pills in the hope of pulling a rock star, and by the time it was a huge hit, he was dead for the second time, so it’s with raised eyebrows and a shit-eating grin that he listens to the guitar riff that he would bet the farm on being a Eurodyne special.

V narrows his eyes and looks at him through the rear-view mirror willing him not to say anything but knowing that there’s no way on earth that he won’t.

“Well, this is a fun little ditty.”

Kerry had loathed the song by halfway through the promotional tour for it, everything about it grated on him, couldn’t even remember now why he thought it had been a good idea. At the time he thought he was showing the label that he couldn’t be pushed around, now he owns his own label he realises that all he did was make them a shit-ton of cash.

“It helped pay for you to be here making fucking snide remarks in the back of my mainline’s car instead of being in his head killing him, so on balance maybe it’s not so bad, eh Johnny?”

With both passengers now silently sulking, V pulls up outside the Westbrook apartment.

V flicks Johnny the entry code,

“Go on up, have a look around. We’ll be there in a couple of minutes; me and Kerry just need to have a word.”

“Whatever, sure,” the rocker replies and makes towards the building.

V looks over at his partner calmly and waits,

“What?!” Kerry shrugs.

“Play nice Ker, it was your idea to come. If he’s getting to you that much maybe you should wait here till we get back.”

Ironically, given his profession, V was more of a lover than a fighter in his private life and didn’t see the point of antagonising people for no reason – of course Johnny would have said that antagonising them was a reason in itself, but still...

It was V’s turn to receive one of Kerry’s ice-cold glares,

“I didn’t come all this way to stare at the outside of an ugly apartment building; I can do that from the condo. Fine, I’ll try and be nice, for you though, not for that fucker.”

V smiles and gives Kerry a soft kiss,

“Thanks Ker, y’know if you two got along my life would be a helluva lot simpler.”

“Yeah well, baby steps. Let’s just get this afternoon over with first.”

They enter the apartment hand in hand; Johnny is nowhere to be seen, but the tell-tale strumming of V’s acoustic guitar leads them into the bedroom. V goes and sits on the bed next to his friend, crossing his legs and lying back into the pillows, Kerry watches from the doorway for a while then disappears into the other room, Johnny watches him go with a frown.

V closes his eyes listening to the newly formed melody, a repeating phrase that would stay with you for days the first time you hear it, at the edge of his hearing the muffled chords of an unplugged electric guitar join in and compliment the tune. Smiling, he leans forward to peer into the other room, the rocker has his eyes closed and is concentrating on following the tune, the guitar resting on his knee bounces gently as he taps his foot.

V nudges Johnny who looks up and meets Kerry’s eye, for a moment they carry on playing, but Kerry shakes his head, smiling sadly and carefully places the guitar back on the stand before wandering over to make a cup of coffee. Johnny feels a hand squeeze his shoulder and V disappears into the living room leaving him to his strumming.

V slips his hands around Kerry’s waist and kisses him on the back of the neck,

“That sounded nova, you should play together more often.”

“Nah, those days have been and gone, ‘sides,” he grins, “we’d prolly end up killing each other before the end of the first song.”

Johnny is pretty taken with the apartment, it seems cosy without being tiny, has a basic kitchen area, big shower, a room full of big guns that V won’t give him the code to, enough of Japantown’s finest kitsch to sink a yacht and importantly, they don’t give a shit what you get up to in the lobby. V makes him promise not to do anything stupid and says he’ll be back in a couple of days to see how he’s getting along.

Kerry looks like he needs cheering up, V suggests leaving the truck behind, getting some food and maybe hitting a bar, so grabbing the Rockerboy’s jacket and shades from the passenger seat they head into town.

Cherry Blossom Market is pretty quiet at this time of day, ideal conditions for a world-famous rockstar and his locally renowned ex-merc partner to have a bit of fun. They head to the noodle bar in what used to be the Rainbow Cadenza, V sits enraptured whilst Kerry tells tales of rock, roll and drunken debauchery, sanitized slightly so’s not to send his input running screaming back to Mama Welles.

“I hadn’t thought about this place in years,” says Kerry wistfully, “the club was way before your time babe, how did you find out about it?”

V explains the mission that Johnny had sent him on that introduced him to the store and its surly owner, and also to Karim, the vendor down the way who sells old bootlegs and claims to be Samurai’s biggest fan. Kerry ponders this new information,

“Cool, I love meeting fans from the old days,” V looks at his partner with narrowed eyes, Kerry hates talking about his time in Samurai with a passion, so what’s he playing at?

“Let’s go fuck with him.”

Yeah, that makes more sense.

Kerry shrugs on his (well V’s) oversized jacket, zips it up to his neck, pulls the hood over his head and hides his distinctive eyes behind his shades. V doesn’t think the disguise would fool a blind bat in a blackout, but Kerry’s been getting away with it for decades so what does he know? He explained to him once that it doesn’t always work in bars or nice restaurants cuz that’s where people expect to see him, but no one expects him to be in dive bars and grocery stores, so it’s nova in those places, or in seedy markets it turns out.

The pair make their way toward the tatty memorabilia stall, V is pretty sure they’re not going to get away with this, but Kerry’s enjoying himself so, whatever. V flicks through the disks while the rocker stands with his hands in his pockets – hiding his rings – looking moodily at the merchandise under the glass counter.

“I know you...” Kerry tenses, V looks up from the box of records occupying his attention, “You bought a bootleg a while back, a big fan if I remember right.”

“Yeah, preem listening, but I played it to my friend here and he didn’t much like it.”

Karim looks over at V’s friend and studies him closely; closely enough that V is getting nervous that they’ve been found out and it’ll cause a riot,

“Well choom,” he addresses Kerry, “it’s a pity you’re too young to have seen them in their heyday,” V has to turn away to stifle a laugh, “they rocked like nobody else. Those songs of Silverhand’s spoke to the audience, spoke to a whole generation.”

Whatever points Karim had gained by saying Kerry was too young, he’d definitely lost again now.

“Silverhand was an out of control narcissist with the subtlety of a brick to the head,” Kerry informs the vendor with an increasingly strained light tone, “I’ve heard the real talent was the other one, the cute one,” V raises his eyebrows, unbelieving that his partner is really going there, “though I prefer his solo stuff.”

“Kerry Eurodyne? Yeah, he’s talented alright, puts on a good show, but he’s never been able to match Silverhand’s passion, or his charisma.”

V slides closer to Kerry, maybe he can quietly drag him away before he creates a scene..?

As Kerry slams his hands onto the counter the clatter of his rings could be heard all round the market, he looks at the stallholder over the top of his glasses, clicking his fingers at V and pointing at the box he was just perusing.

“A passionate, charismatic asshole is still an asshole,” he growls snatching a pen off the counter and scrawling on the front of the copy of Second Conflict that V had mutely passed over to him.

Karim watches Kerry’s back as he stalks away pursued by the younger man who grabs his hand. He wasn’t sure he believed his eyes till he looked at the front of the LP that the guy had thrown at him as he left, “Fuck off Karim, Love Kerry Eurodyne x.”

V catches up with his mainline, “Sorry Ker, didn’t think he’d be such a dick,” but as he looks at his face he sees that the other man is actually smiling to himself.

“It’s all good V, I’ve left a lasting impression and he’s got a story to tell. That vinyl’s worth a mint now too, prolly more than he makes in a month, so who’s he gonna be talking about from now on, Kerry Eurodyne or Johnny asshat Silverhand?”

V throws an arm around his man’s shoulders; he’ll never stop being surprised by him.

“Let’s go find a drink,” he suggests.

Johnny spent a couple of hours fooling around on the guitars, might even have the beginnings of something good going on, he’d gotten himself some food, played a few rounds of Roach Race and was now relaxing on the couch. He’d always liked Japantown, right from the early days of the band playing at the Rainbow it was a chilled place to hang and explore, score, drink and watch the world go by, he even had a favourite spot, sitting on the wall at the end of Jig Jig Street, so he decided to look over the old town.

The place hadn’t changed much in the last 50 years, the stalls were different sure, but the actual market was much the same, so Johnny finds himself following his old routes to see if they still lead to some preem bars.

The first couple were deader than even he’d ever been, but up ahead, at the edge of the market, there’s one that seems to have something going on. Getting closer it seems there’s a band playing, and not half bad by the sound of it so Johnny decides to investigate.

Passing the grimy window he notices Kerry inside sat in a dimly lit corner booth smiling and tapping on the table to the beat, V appears with drinks, puts them on the table and slides into the booth where he whispers something into the other man’s ear causing them both to laugh, then V sits and lets Kerry cross his legs over his lap. Something about the scene makes Johnny vaguely sad, he doesn’t really want to analyse why, he does, however now want to get roaring drunk, so he heads into the bar.

V sees him first, giving a shrill, two-fingered whistle that attracts the attention of most of the bar, he waves Johnny over, left without much choice he makes his way to their booth.

“You shoulda said you were coming out, we could’ve met you somewhere.” V chirps happily. Johnny looks over to Kerry hiding behind his bourbon and his shades.

“Yeah well, I’m not staying long. Just looking around the old place.”

Johnny perches on a stool at the edge of their table answering V’s inquisition about what he thinks of the apartment and avoiding Kerry’s silent glare.

It seems to Johnny, that Kerry has spent a good portion of around seventy of the last ninety years being pissed with him about something or other. Being stuck in V’s head – which is one of the things Kerry was pissed about - had made him realise that some (most) of the time he might have deserved it. He’d been a complete bastard to pretty much everybody he’d met at some point, but no-one more than Kerry, the man who was supposed to be his best friend. He didn’t exactly feel guilty about it, that not being one of his limited range of emotions, but it did explain some of Kerry’s reluctance to have anything to do with him.

V goes back to the bar and Johnny decides he’s got to say something,

“Ker, talk to me. I know we’ve had our problems but you need to lighten up. If the kid wasn’t so well-balanced this’d be tearing him apart. We don’t have to be best chooms, but we can be civil, for his sake if not ours.”

“It’s for his sake that I haven’t shot you in the fucking head, and that I didn’t unplug you when you were in that research facility,” hisses Kerry.

“So why’d you help to bring me back if you want me dead? You had what you wanted, then paid big eddies to get something that pissed you off. Even for you that’s gonk.”

Kerry sits back in his seat and closes his eyes, why isn’t he surprised that the first proper conversation they’ve had is already turning into an argument? It’s not like he hasn’t wondered himself a hundred times why he brought Johnny back, he told himself that it was for V, cuz he wanted it so badly, he’d been so sick and it was something that Kerry could do for him to make him feel better, but that wasn’t the whole truth.

He takes off his sunglasses and looks at Johnny with the bright blue eyes that the other man will never get used to.

“I tried to fucking save you the first time, back in the day, I tried so damn hard but you just wouldn’t let me. One way or another you were going to kill yourself and I could either watch or walk away...” Johnny just nods, it’s all true, “but I got the chance to save you again, I mean fuck, who gets that? Whether you wanted me to or not, you couldn’t stop me, so I did it. I don’t need you in my life anymore, I don’t see us ever being friends again, but I guess I don’t want you dead either.”

V tried really hard not to eavesdrop from the bar, but when he saw the two Rockerboys finally talking it was almost by accident that he tuned everything else out and picked up their conversation. He knew how Kerry felt, they’d talked about it often enough, he was disappointed that he was determined to keep his distance from Johnny, but pleased that they’d finally cleared the air, maybe it could be a stepping stone to something else down the line.

Johnny stayed just long enough to finish the drink he’d been brought, then disappeared into the now chaotic market leaving the lovers to their annoying moon-eyes and hand-holding.

It takes two days before Johnny is back in Watson, and another call from a building supervisor to alert V to the fact.

V: What did you do this time??!!!

Johnny: About what?

V: You know what

J: ......

J: It caught fire a bit

V: How the fuck does an apartment catch fire A BIT?????

V: Kerry’s on some calls upstairs, come over and explain yourself Silverhand

J: Ugh fine, gimme five

It wasn’t his fault, who fills an apartment with fucking incense and candles and then gives it to someone as irresponsible as him? In fact V should count himself lucky it was only the bedroom that was a right off, the smoke damage to the rest of the apartment would probably clean up just fine.

“I rescued the guitars,” offers Johnny after relating his tale to V,

“Well thank fuck for that, you nearly burnt an apartment block to the ground but you rescued a couple of crappy guitars.”

“Well, look at Mr Portfolio with his giant condo and shitty attitude...”

Even though they are sat by the pool outside, Kerry can hear the commotion from his upstairs office and comes to investigate. He watches them from the door for a moment, virtually spitting venom into each other’s faces, but still sat shoulder to shoulder with their fingertips touching. An almost sickening wave of déjà vu hits him, fifty some years ago this was him and Johnny, constantly at each other’s throats but each drawn to the other, the difference is, V has Kerry in his corner.

“What’s the sonofabitch done now?”

V spins around to face Kerry, nearly pushing Johnny into the pool as he stands up and strides towards his mainline.

“He set fire to my fucking apartment Ker,” V rumbles, “and he’s not even fucking sorry!”

V is as mad as Kerry has ever seen him, the older man soothes him with gentle rubs to his arms and back and with strokes to his hair as he nestles his head in the rocker’s neck. Kerry tells him to go inside and waits until he disappears before joining Johnny by the side of the pool and sitting beside him.

“You’ll lose him y’know if you carry on taking advantage and acting like a dick.”

Johnny carries on scowling at the water, “It’ll get so that even though he can’t bear to be away from you, he won’t be able to stand being in the same room, so he’ll just stop trying. Years down the line he’ll be messed up and wondering what he could have done to change things.”

Taking his glasses off, Johnny looks over at Kerry with something approaching concern,

“I don’t want that, I like having him around.”

“I know you do, and he wants to be around you too for now, but as you pointed out, he’s a well-balanced guy, not some twenty year old stoner with a crush. He won’t put up with your shit for long no matter how much he loves you.” Johnny raises an eyebrow at the L word, “Platonically of course,” laughs Kerry after seeing the look on Johnny’s face, “I mean, he’s got me filling his every thought and need, and making his world that much more dazzling, and besides, I’ll shoot you in the face if you touch him.”

Johnny smiles wryly, “Thanks Ker, I get it, I’ll try.”

“I know you will, now fuck off for a couple of days and let him calm down, I’m sure he’ll call ya.”

Kerry finds V lying on the bed, legs crossed arms behind his head, frowning at the ceiling, he sits beside him and scoots over allowing the other man to rest his head in his lap.

“You were right Ker, he’s such a dick!”

Stroking his hair and humming softly, Kerry sighs,

“Yeah well, give him a while. Maybe he’ll change...”

#kerry is my muse #kerry eurodyne x male v #cyberpunk kerry #kerry eurodyne #kerry x v #kerry x male v #cyberpunk v #v cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #johnny and V as friends

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strooples · 2 years

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Just some anime vs. manga thoughts

So I’m beginning the Bakuten Shoot manga for the first time, and so far, I still have a strong favoritism towards a lot of the anime’s elaborations. I love Rei’s level-headed but kind personality in the anime after his first defeat to Tyson/Takao (while in the manga he generally stays the cocky rival trope). I love that it shows Kai has soft spots like for Max and for cats. And I especially love the expansion upon the other characters — whereas the manga heavily centers around Tyson/Takao. The manga is enjoyable in its own way too, but I can’t deny the joy of seeing Max, Rei, and Kai have their own shining moments in the anime.

However, the Bakuten Shoot anime doesn’t explain a lot of things that’d be helpful background while the manga does. Namely, Kai’s backstory (which would explain his initial behavior and the 1st season betrayal more) and the story behind the four bit beasts.

Vol. 1, Chapter 4 shown above.

The second especially would solidify so many things, such as how their 4 bit beasts combined in the 1st season are incredibly powerful beyond any means. It would also explain a gap in logic during V-Force — where Team Psychic and the Saint Shields were after the 4 protagonists’ bit beasts. The whole time watching V-Force, I thought to myself “What about the other people’s bit beasts?” “Why are they only going after the Blade Breakers when it’s known that many more bit beasts exist out there?” The fact that the gang’s bit beasts aren’t only incredibly powerful when combined, but has also created their world AND can reshape or destroy it in any form, justifies what seemed like an arbitrary goal by our 2nd season antagonists.

Now, to Kai’s backstory.

There were a lot of times I wished more was done with Kai in regards to the anime. At my first go of the 1st season, my initial reactions were “WOW this is dark” but both the betrayal and redemptions were very sudden. The betrayal made me think Kai seemed like am incredibly cruel character *despite being my all-time favorite — one who would use anyone/thing as a means to an end. He seemed, quite frankly, power-hungry. When the Kai Hiwatari we generally know has limits and doesn’t seem like a person who’d hurt anyone needlessly. I also questioned “Why would Kai just go along with Boris’s manipulation?” when he was shown to be in literal hell all his childhood, sent away to the (very obviously mentally abusive) abbey in Moscow.

And this is where the manga comes in.

Vol. 3, Chapter 2 shown above.

The context above makes it apparent the manga Kai is very different from our anime Kai — they do tell a VERY different story after all. However it also explains a lot of things, namely:

Who are Kai’s parents? (Well, one of them at least)

Why he initially formed the Blade Sharks and approached Tyson/Takao

It also depicts that he had a childhood that wasn’t the literal nightmare of an upbringing shown in the anime. But instead, one where he was loved very much by both his grandpa and father — one where he’d feel incentivized to get back or at the bare minimum avenge what we left, had it crumbled to pieces. One that wasn’t necessarily abusive, but still fraught with feelings of loss and abandonment that grew to have a stronghold within present-day Kai.

Soichiro Hiwatari is like your expected stern, head-of-the-household grandfather that placed a lot of responsibilities upon his son and grandson’s shoulders. As being the owner of one of Japan’s largest firms, it’s a strong likelihood that he had to get both future inheritors — Susumu Hiwatari and Kai — to be able to handle the burden of responsibility. It’s implied that Susumu Hiwatari likely dipped because of that pressure, and beyblading was simply either an excuse OR one of the last straws. In the eyes of young Kai however, we see the insecurities start to form. In his perspective, he was likely wondering if his father was actually abandoning him for a game! And so, the resentment start to form along with a deep hole of insecurity.

Now, the Soichiro in the anime (Voltaire, for those who also watched the dub) versus the one in the manga both manipulated Kai’s emotions one way or another. However the anime Soichiro did it to use Kai as a tool — another means to an end — in your usual anime antagonist “I want to rule the world” ways.

The manga Soichiro was shown to have manipulated Kai’s feelings of sadness and insecurity too, but because he cared for his grandson. It’s like good intentions but with a questionable means. He was shown not to be the best with emotions and likely didn’t know how to comfort a now-confused but terribly hurt young child who had just lost his father. So the option? To turn those fragile feelings into rage, to make that sadness a hatred for weakness. And we see it affect Kai enough to take up the sole game he wanted to destroy, form the Blade Sharks, and start again — this time for revenge.

So, what do I do?

Headcanoning.

Yes, you heard right.

Hear me out — I think the best backstory for Kai at this point would be an integration of both the manga backstory and the anime one. One that leads to similar results and stakes as the anime has, but one that also provides some background the manga did in explaining our character’s motives.

Imagine if years back, before the anime’s beginning, Kai’s father left just like that while his grandfather tried to shape Kai up the exact same way. But this time, the good-intentioned Soichiro was consumed by his frustrations and rage. This was where he had met Boris Balkov on a business trip to Moscow, Russia. Boris, wanting to seize the chance of swaying the powerful corporate Hiwatari (what, with the money and influence that comes with the Hiwatari name that could fund their goal for years) initially talked about the bit beasts — seeking to draw Soichiro Hiwatari’s interests. Soichiro dismisses it as nothing more but the musings of a deluded man over the very game he couldn’t stand! That was, until he showed Soichiro some papers he kept on hand documenting the 4 legendary bit beasts who created the world. And Soichiro sees the Dranzer and realizes that’s the dragon on the blade his grandson always carries around!

He decides to entertain Boris’s ideas a little longer. He learns exactly what the bit beasts are capable of during his stay in Russia. And as a result, he starts funding Boris’s orphanage of elite eugenics-era bladers — not realizing exactly how extreme Boris is or that Boris is using him. But rather, hoping he himself can get back a world where his grandson is happy. Being a difficult man, he knows deep down he put much too much pressures on Susumu. But he didn’t expect his son to leave cut and dry (to be fair though, he was the one who issued the ultimatum). He can’t word it, but he is deeply hurt. So he tries to do a bit better for Kai throughout Kai’s own childhood and especially so after his dad is gone. But Soichiro doesn’t have the words to say sorry, and the inability to voice the issues that are really nibbling at his conscience under the cold exterior. The bit beasts combined provides a chance for him to redo his mistakes, reshape a world where his son walked out on him — even if it tears the world at hand apart.

It’s kinda like this guy. Jkjk, though this IS semi a PokeSpe blog. And I’ll be 100% honest in admitting this is where I got the idea xD

One of the things he does afterwards is send Kai to the orphanage very TEMPORARILY in order to let his grandson see how the project’s going. But it’s mainly for Kai to practice blading with his Dranzer, who Soichiri predicts can be of much use towards getting the other 3 bit beasts despite his initial distaste for either his son or grandson playing the game. And who’s better to use Dranzer than his grandson?

Kai, upon arrival, feels a strong degree of skepticism. But he’s still a very young kid — one who was previously very sheltered from the world growing up in the wealthy Hiwatari household. He doesn’t know yet how Boris treats the other boys at the orphanage, nor does he know how he would be treated either. His grandfather was given obscured information, while Kai was molded into the cold and pensive blader he soon becomes. All the while the facility uses data from the powerful Dranzer blade he holds to build up the Black Dranzer blade. After nearly a year of this, Kai decides to sneak around one night because he has a sneaking suspicion that his blade’s been tampered with. And there he stumbles upon the Black Dranzer, tests it out in awe, and has the traumatic complete wipe out we see him gradually remember in the anime.

Soichiro is angry to hear what’s happened to his grandson, so he decides to bring him home to Japan after the year ends. But be continues to fund the project in the hopes that he’ll get the life he had wished for back, for both him and his grandson’s sake. And this will become what later gives Boris leverage to sway Kai towards using Black Dranzer. It’s incentive to take the other less powerful bit beasts to build up the Black Dranzer and be strong enough to capture his friends’. Boris dangles the idea in front of Kai: “You WILL get your father back AND your revenge.” So it’s not hard to picture why Kai takes up with the idea; it’s not blatantly being power-hungry. But rather, the chance to undo a hurt that couldn’t ever be taken back. And as it follows, it’s also equally easy to see the guilt Kai feels from betraying his friends, and makes the following redemption more believable.

Additional notes:

I��d like to still believe that similarly to the manga, Kai’s father still supports him from the background. But his presence isn’t as commonplace. Enough that he knows his father still cares for him, though never enough to repair the damage the initial walk out has caused.

I’d also like to believe that within my headcanon, Soichiro Hiwatari sweeps under the rug many of the wrongdoings at Boris’s hands and the orphanage for his end goal. He only interferes when Kai gets hurt, like the morally gray character I’d imagine him to be in my twist. He does admit to his crimes at the end though, and rightfully atones. Which is why we do not see his presence later much in the anime — as he’d logically step out of the overbearing stranglehold he’s tried to have over his grandson, in the way he failed to do with Susumu, and let Kai enjoy being the person he’s become. The one who now has friends who support him through this. The one who’s now let go of his resentments and need for revenge — and can finally move on.

But yeah, I’m totally just spinning ideas here.

#bakuten shoot beyblade #beyblade #manga #kai hiwatari #beyblade headcanons #headcanon

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khantoelessar · 10 months

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A look at feminism in Lady Chitterly’s Lover in Hogan’s Heroes

This post was largely inspired by Frau-Wilhelm Klink’s metas on individual episodes of Hogan’s Heroes. I wanted to give a quick meta on my favourite episode Lady Chitterly’s Lover from Season 6 (okay, technically it’s a two-parter but I’m treating it as one episode).

The reason why it’s my favourite is that in a series where we continually see strong, dynamic women in leadership roles, for me, this episode raises the flag the highest for feminism.

I should make one note here. There are many who might describe Hogan and to a lesser extent Newkirk and Le Beau as misogynists. They would have reasons. I’ve pointed out myself in previous metas how often Hogan will slag off against women and that, yes, he is a tom cat. But it is important to note that when Hogan and the others are talking down about women (especially Frauline Linkmeyer) they are only doing so towards the Nazi women and/or they are trying to manipulate someone (usually Klink) into doing something to help them win the war. I may very well write a longer meta on Hogan and Feminism but for now, I’ll just focus on this one episode.

Let’s start with when Hogan and the core team are making plans. I’m taking a little bit of a detour at first by talking about Carter here because I think they reveal something interesting about his character.

First is his insecurity. We see this when they are discussing what approach to take with Chitterly and Hogan dismisses Carter’s suggestion of using bombs as being too crude. The look on Carter’s face is pure devastation.

Munitions and explosives are not only Carter’s passion and joy they are what he views as his strongest point and main contribution to the team. I feel that he overlooks his skills as an actor in impersonating German officers and Gestapo because this is something that every member of the team, even Kinch to a degree, does as well. Explosives are Carter’s significant contribution and to have them dismissed really hurts.

The second interesting thing that is revealed in this episode is that Carter can have a tendency, perhaps unintentionally, towards cruelty as demonstrated by his whipping Klink’s feet.

According to this [1]article, Falanga or bastinado is a form of torture involving beating the soles of the feet with a blunt instrument, causing intense pain. This was very true in Klink’s case as we can see by his reaction. That was no light love tap Carter gave him.

One more slight diversion before we move onto Lady Chitterly and that is Colonel Crittendon’s reaction after Von Schlomm reveals that Lady Chitterly is coming and that she can reveal Crittendon as an imposter.

Crittendon: “So we cut and run, old boy. Cut and run.” Hogan: “Sure, and when the Nazis can't find any Sir Charles - who's got to be very, very important to them - what happens? They'll tear this place apart. Crittendon: Ah, but we won't be here.

This reveals a rather darker aspect of Crittendon. It’s not so much that he’s a coward, we’ve seen him charge recklessly into danger. But he often gives no thought to the safety or well-being of the enlisted men in his command. When he suggests running and escaping, he was thinking only of himself and the other officers. The other several hundred enlisted men that make up the camp would just be left behind, probably to be shot. In these episodes, Crittendon embodies the stereotype of the Chateau General from World War I.

Now we get to Lady Chitterly’s arrival and the meat of the story. Right from the start we are shown that she is a woman of action who is willing to fight and kill and (as a consequence of her actions) die to do what she feels is necessary as shown when she pulls a knife on Crittendon.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFrYFoSdhJU&ab_channel=FourruresPassion

The dialogue between Hogan and Valerie Chitterly is very revealing. She wanted to assassinate her husband for calling for England to surrender. Hogan says that London would never buy it, but she replies that “No, but it’ll hurt.” And she’s right. Not only prior but well into the Second World War there were a number of Nazi sympathizers, some in the Royal Circle as the BBC History Magazine points out. [2] Right in her introduction we are shown that this is a woman not only of strength and bravery but also intelligence.

That intelligence is carried forward when Von Schlomm knocks on the door. His interaction with Lady Chitterly is revealing about her character in a number of ways.

First, it is she who takes charge of the situation without any intervention or instruction from Hogan. Second, is in how she puts Von Schlomm off.

Von Schlomm: “I heard sounds, shouting. Lady Chitterly: “Well?” Von Schlomm: “Well – I thought it was rather strange.” Lady Chitterly: "How terribly quaint.”

The sexual innuendo here is blatant and what strikes me is how the women in Hogan’s Heroes weaponize their sexuality. There have been other series, some of them famous for espousing feminism and equality between the genders, and have shown beautiful women sometimes scantily clad, supposedly in positions of authority. But I have also found those same women to be generally meek, passive, and utterly submissive to men, at least the ones on the good guys’ side. But with just one line “How terribly quaint” and a look, Valerie Chitterly utterly dominates that scene and the men around her. (Pun intended)

Hogan is not entirely happy with this.

Hogan: “We’ve got poor Crittendon up there playing house with a tigress, Hitler waiting in Berlin with a great big kiss and London says see what’ll turn up.”

It’s debatable whether or not Hogan intended the term “tigress” as an insult but it’s about as uncomplimentary as he gets. There are other shows from this time period that would be using terms far worse and portraying her as being in the wrong for being so.

This is further borne out by having Sir Charles Chitterly barge up with Newkirk tagging along behind.

Newkirk: “I’m sorry sir, he keeps banging on about wanting to see his wife.” Charles Chitterly: “Not only wanting it, demanding it. Hogan, by all wules of warfare, I have every wight to expect- “ Hogan: “You know something? You open your mouth one more time you will see your wife.”

What is interesting to note is that Chitterly is not even tied up, he’s barely under guard and he seems to have the run of the tunnels. This will really come back later to bite the Heroes in the ass.

The next scene is where Hogan confronts Lady Chitterly and Crittendon.

http://realitypoint.com/HTML/Hogans%20Heroes%20S06E05%20Lady%20Chitterly's%20Lover%20Part%202.html (4:22 – 5:23)

Hogan: “Lady Chitterly, we’ve got to make this fast. Von Schlomm just talked to Hitler, and he wants you in Berlin right away. And since Hitler knows your husband, he’s not going to be fooled by Crittendon. Crittendon: “Now, I’m not sure of that Hogan.” Hogan: “Well I am. So, whatever we set up to abort this mission, it’s got to be done from here.” Lady Chitterly: “I see. You have placed yourself in charge, Colonel Hogan.” Hogan: “Call it what you will.” Lady Chitterly: “And as our leader, how are you persuading General Von Schlomm that we should go against Hitler’s orders?”

Hogan: “I’ll think of something.” Lady Chitterly: “Not good enough. I don’t know you well enough and I don’t trust you far enough.” Hogan: “How far do you think I can trust you, married to Axis Charley for five years and in Berlin for three months cozying up to the Nazis. What kind of security clearance is that?” Crittendon: “I can personally vouch for Lady Chitterly, Hogan.” Hogan: “Who asked you?” Lady Chitterly: “I think, Colonel Hogan, I shall have to go my own way.” Hogan: “How?”

Lady Chitterly: “I shall . . . think of something.”

And she does. In Klink’s office when they are just about to be pushed into cars to be taken to Berlin and Hogan comes into the room, it is Valerie Chitterly who comes up with the plan to buy them time by pretending that she, Hogan, and Charles Chitterly had been a sort of Ménage à trois years ago. Here we are shown not only her resourcefulness and quick thinking but also once again her ability to weaponize her sexuality in such a way that the men in the room are thrown completely off balance.

But it only buys so much time. During the scene in Klink’s dining room, we see Hogan and Valerie butting heads again. Crittendon is not helping by trying (badly) to flatter Valerie by saying she’s clever.

Lady Chitterly: “Are we going to review the past, Colonel Hogan? I thought there were problems enough with the present. Hogan: “I wasn't trying to review the past.” Crittendon: “None of my business if you did, of course.” Hogan: “Crittendon, I never saw her before last night. Now can we get on to something important? Crittendon: “Naturally. Lovely bit of acting you did then. Idea just came into your head, I suppose. I never would have thought of something clever like that.” Hogan: “Oh, Crittendon.” Lady Chitterly: “Later, Colonel. Hogan has something frightfully important to say.” Hogan: “I certainly do like reality. Like when Hitler finds out that you're not coming, he's going to send for you. Lady Chitterly: “Oh, but I'll insist on you coming along, and that will solve everything, won't it, Colonel Hogan?” Hogan: “No, it won’t, and you know it won't. Another bit of reality. The Gestapo's going to get involved in this if they aren't in already. How long do you think we can fool them? Lady Chitterly: “I'm sure that by now you've got some frightfully brilliant scheme that will tie it all up in a neat package. Hogan: “Well, not yet no.”

Crittendon: “Bet my last pound note that you have.” Lady Chitterly: “But of course.” Hogan: “Well, could we have it or is it just between you two Chitterlys?”

While there is a lot of tension in this scene about who’s in charge it is not what I would describe as sexual tension, it’s more that neither one trusts the other and both are used to being in charge. There is no impression, in my opinion, of Hogan trying to force his will through “Alpha Male Dominance”.

Things then get really interesting when Newkirk pops up.

Newkirk: “Hope I'm not intruding.” Hogan: “What's up? Newkirk: “Nothing, sir. Just checking in. How are you, Colonel Crittendon? All right? You are Colonel Crittendon, aren't you?” Crittendon: “I dare say.” Newkirk: “You haven't seen Sir Charles around anywhere, have you?” Hogan: “He got away?” Newkirk: “More or less, sir, yes.” Hogan: “Well, find him right now and fast.” Newkirk: “Don't worry, sir, I'll do it. I'll be right on the job, sir. Don't worry.”

I mentioned earlier that the Heroes’ lack of guard around Charles Chitterly (in violation of every security protocol that we are shown that they have in place in previous episodes) would really come back to bite them in the ass. Here it is. And it is important to note that when the screw up happens, putting their lives and the operation in danger because they’ve let Sir Charles see their entire operation, it’s the male teammates and not the woman who screws up. They are fortunate that Klink left him alone in the room so they could recapture him.

Then we get Hochstetter with all his screaming glory. And then to top matters off Hitler calls from Berlin. What happens next is extremely important because Crittendon chokes when Hochstetter demands that he speak with Hitler.’

Crittendon: “Awfully sorry, dreadful frog in my throat.”

Hogan just stands there.

It is Lady Valerie Chitterly who saves the day not Hogan.

http://realitypoint.com/HTML/Hogans%20Heroes%20S06E05%20Lady%20Chitterly's%20Lover%20Part%202.html (17:17 – 18:40)

Lady Chitterly: “Is that you, Dolf? Leslie, dear. How are you? Oh, Charles will talk to you, but he's such a sweet stupid, you and I better finish the business part. Oh, no. No, we're not coming to Berlin. No time. The minute Charles is discovered missing, all our crowd will be under house arrest. I take it von Schlomm has the surrender terms. Good. One small change of plan - send every man-of-war you have along with some troops sailing toward England. At once. You simply must, Dolf. We can never sell the surrender without an invasion threat.

(Shouting in German) Don't shout so, Dolf. We must all do things we don't want to do, there's a war on.”

So here we have it. Time and time again throughout these episodes we see that it is Lady Valerie Chitterly who is the true hero. She is the one who saves the day, she is the one who takes command, she is the one who comes up with all the ideas. The great Hogan bottoms out. After that first idea to use Crittendon as a body double for Sir Charles he comes up with nothing. If anything, his male teammates screw up when they let Chitterly escape.

Not only that but she cons Hitler. In all the episodes of Hogan’s Heroes, she is the only one who ever has direct contact with that monster, and she plays him for a fool. She not only talks her way out of her and Charles going to Berlin, but she gets him to send his navy (or what’s left of it at this point) into a crushing defeat. She, Lady Valerie Chitterly, a woman, beats Hitler, not the male heroes of the story.

(Okay granted, we did have that scene at the end where she asks Hogan what made him so wise and he says association with you, and then they have that kissing scene. That did reek of “Alpha Male Dominance (AMD) but then Hogan always kisses the women. I heard it was written into Bob Crane’s contract but don’t quote me on that. I could have done without that last scene, yes.)

But still, this is why these two episodes are among my very favourites. Here we are shown a woman of intelligence, strength, and innate authority, taking command and saving the day and the heroes of the story not only DON’T slag off, call her every misogynistic name under the sun, while putting the “little woman” in her place in the end, but go along and for the most part support and cooperate with her and this is what leads to their victory.

So, hats off to Valerie Chitterly and to the show Hogan’s Heroes who, in my opinion, not only raised the flag high for feminism and equal rights but were among the best of that time to do so.

References

[1] “Sensory Functions in the Foot Soles in Victims of Generalized Torture, in Victims Also Beaten under the Feet (Falanga) and in Healthy Controls – A Blinded Study Using Quantitative Sensory Testing | BMC International Health and Human Rights | Full Text.”

[2] “Pro-Nazis And The Royals: The Men Near George VI Who Admired Hitler | HistoryExtra.”

#Hogan's Heroes #Lady Chitterly's Lover #Feminsim #Hogan's Heroes meta #My Metas #Colonel Robert Hogan #Sargeant Andrew Carter #Colonel Klink #Lady Valerie Chitterly #Colonel Rodney Crittendon

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strititty · 2 years

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CHAPTER 1

The universe shits you out straight onto the roof where you entered the game, and you catch yourself with your face.

haha the summary is a censored version of the first line. forgot about that and am deeply tickled.

You are separated you are whole you are broken you’re reborn you have legs and you laugh.

here we have a 1-2-3-4-5 PUNCH TO THE SOLAR PLEXUS. the lack of punctuation genuinely makes this for me--i love when a fic shows its punchy teeth and breaks rules in a way that has such purpose. i also wonder if that cracked tooth comes back or not because i cannot for the life of me remember.

There’s a groan from somewhere behind you, and by the time your head has turned, Dave’s already there, hunching over Dirk and talking to him in a low voice, helping him upright. There’s something tender between them and if you could feel anything but exhilaration for being alive right now, you might be jealous that you don’t get to have that.

dirk & dave nation i love them so much ;v;. dw my dude you'll get your dirk. it just so happens that your dirk is also bro, and everything is messy forever, lmfao

Your hands, your clawless hands, are tanner than you’ve ever seen them, spattered with freckles that dance all the way up your arms. Your tan, freckled hands raise to tug at your hair, and burnished gold falls into your eyes.

ds' palette swap is v aesthetically pleasing to me, actually. i can't believe he's a surfer dude now. put on some board shorts, my guy, we're going diving. that's how surfer dudes work right?

no but for real it must be so alienating. three years in a body that you never intended to have being the Other, a brief stint as a nyanbinary cat person, and suddenly you're back in a normal human body... but oops! it isn't the body you remember anymore! stained like funky orange food dye.

there's also the issue of the legs...

but hey! bro's here... and SEIZING!!! rng is nothing but kids and fun.

“Davesprite,” you correct. You’re not Just Dave anymore. You get that now.

Dave gives you a scathing look that's all Rose.

and also...

You feel like a winner when he [Dirk] goes pink around the ears, cracks a smile. It’s cool he does that. You don’t really remember that shape on Bro’s mouth.

some references to the mirror--all in relation to one another. i'm sure if i point out every time a strilonde is compared to another these posts will get very long but oh my goddd does it feel significant all of the time.

“Dave -”

“Davesprite.”

“Dave,” he plows on,

here's that insistence on dave that i love so much, starting off strong and memorable in the first chapter. absolute refusal to allow him to verbally other himself. dave is dave is dave, even with the dye job.

you guess her Sprite didn't make it back

can you IMAGINE the addition of jasprose to rng. what a wild and whacky mess that would be. rose dyed pink... jots that down

Texas in April is already hot as hell, and you lie in your shirt, sans pants, and miss LOHAC.

thats ANOTHER thing about rng that i love that's apparent right from the get-go. a dave? missing LOHAC? the stark differences between their experiences shows so deeply right here, right now, not just in how he interacts with bro but in statements like that.

the rest of the chapter closes out on a discussion between ds and bro, on the revelation of the fact that cal spoke to bro, and the weirdness of being back at the start.

it's a really strong beginning! one that caught my attention immediately, way back when. i'm trying to remember WHEN i first read this fic, exactly. it was summer, i think, which is really the best time to read fanfic, but mostly i remember faflling down the rabbithole in the best way possible. rng was around fifty chapters, then... my how time flies. my how things change!

ok i'm sleepy as hell but hopefully a little more tomorrow :3

#rng reread #you can block this tag if you are not interested in seeing me spout off about a fic for 70 posts bee tee dubs

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deliasqueen · 3 years

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HOW DARE YOU NOT LIKE CATS

#IDK HOW I MISSED THIS??#i knew someone would have something to say about that 💀#i’m sorry #i feel like a fake lesbian 💀#but they are mean and have no purpose #you can’t do anything with them #at least dogs run and play and you can teach them things #every cat i’ve met has been so rude #and they scratch #i don’t get how ppl want them 💀#i have v strong feelings about cats i can’t help it #i need someone to convince me why i should like cats lol #submission

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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just a thought…sex tape concept 👀🤠

Let’s talk about YN’s current fav sex tape of theirs

ceorry:

It would be taken in a hotel room in New York while on a business trip without the kids, Harry would have her pressed up against the window overlooking the city.

“S’good, anyone could look and see how well you fuckin’ take it,” He grunts, her tits pressed against the cold glass as he rams into her from behind.

“Need to come, shit,” YN curses as she pushes back - bum jiggling and he can’t help but pull his hand back and give her a hard smack right on him name.

“You’ll come when I tell y’to,” Harry replies roughly, hand lightly collaring her neck, “S’my cunt, I’ll tell y’when to come.”

YN mewls like a kitten when another hit lands on her backside with her husband’s strong hand.

“Do you understand me?” He grits, hands moving to hold her hips still.

She nods desperately, glad fogging up from her warm breathe.

“Then say Yes Sir,” Harry demands, his voice in boss mode that he usually leaves at work but comes back when his wife’s being subby.

“Ye-yes si-sir,” She whines as she pushes back harder.

“Now that y’understand that, shut up and stop whining like a little brat,” He hisses roughly against her ear.

And Harry just thinks it’s the hottest thing ever when YN’s orgasm takes her by surprise due to him using that voice on her.

mlbrry:

The camera is propped up haphazardly on a towel and shoe - facing toward the open stall shower in the locker room.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart,” Harry groans loudly, head cluncking against the tile wall as he pushes his hips into her mouth.

His body looked like a fucking dream, shining from the water, droplets slipping down the defined curves of his muscles.

His cock was hard, so thick it was mouth-watering, and only accentuated by the sharp v of his hips and strong legs.

“C’mon, c’mon. Don’t want t’come yet,” He tells her, giving her a harsh kiss before he’s crowding her up against the wall until her back hits it and he wraps one of her legs around his waist.

“Oh my god, yes,” YN hisses in pleasure as he stretches her perfectly and nudges right against her spot.

“Did I find it, mama?” He chuckles at her reaction, giving a few pointed thrusts to watch her squeeze her eyes shut and gasp.

“There,” YN mewls in agreement, fingernails digging into his strong shoulders as beads of water drip from her full breasts - he had to dart down to lap at them.

“God, y’known m’gonna watch this every night m’away from you,” Harry groans as he feels his wife tighten around him like a vice.

“Gonna miss this?” YN teases as she tilts her neck so he can lay wet kisses down the smooth column of her throat.

“Mama, I miss y’perfect pussy even minute I’m not in it,” He compliments his words with a thrust that has her squeaking in pleasure.

gangrry

Harry’s holding the camera in one hand, the other one has two fingers pressed down on her tongue harshly enough for her to struggle to swallow.

“This is wha’ happens when the cat catches the mouse,” Harry croons to his infuriated wife who’d teeth are grazing his knuckles.

“Nothing to say, sweetheart?” He teases meanly, hooking his fingers in her cheek before pulling them out to put them in his own mouth - filthy.

“Fuck you,” YN spits out as soon as she can speak, watching as Harry moves the camera to her chest where he films himself tugging and pinching at the small barbell through her right nipple.

Then he keeps moving until his fingers are tucked between her folds, sighing like he’s bothered, “Y’can act tough all you want but y’drippin’ cunt gives you away every single time. Y’can’t hide how much you want me.”

YN glares at him as he watches himself through the screen, tattooed fingers disappearing between her puffy folds.

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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Hi! So, I absolutely love your series where the MC is the kid of Lucifer, and I was wondering if I could request that with Diavolo and Barbatos? •v•

:0 you definitely can! Right now I’m just doing Diavolo, but Barb’s will be up sometime soon!

MC is Half Demon and Oh Shit They’re Diavolo’s Kid-

Diavolo wasn’t exactly what one would expect of the prince of Hell, I mean, he was suppressing the urge to bounce in his seat from pure excitement. I mean, his exchange program was starting! Humans, demons, and angels, all together, his dream was coming true.

All that was left was for the student to arrive, the portal opened, and the human fell flat on their back. Oof, maybe Diavolo should have set up some kind of landing zone filled with pillows. No matter! The human was-

…

What peculiar eyes this human had…

Oh… oh dear…

Dad-volo

The MC was his child, no question about it. This was… very unexpected. Well, the entire assembly hall was completely quiet, and the kid looked like they were getting impatient.

“HEY! Mind telling me what the hell is going on?!”

After that, Diavolo launches into his explanation, also the explanation that he’s definitely this kid’s dad. Kid was not impressed, they tried to square up with Diavolo and Lucifer had never been more confused as to what to do.

Well, the moment MC sprouted wings and launched themselves at Diavolo, Dia caught them with one hand and continued speaking like nothing happened.

MC, please calm down… Diavolo didn’t know they existed, let him make it up to them! They’re going to stay at the Demon Lord’s Castle! Dia’s going to be a good dad!

“This feels like the plot to the world’s most messed up fairytale.” MC jammed their hands into their pockets and grumbled. “I get sucked into hell and find out I’m royalty there. Great.”

Diavolo managed to smile and awkwardly reach out to give them a pat on the head, then retracted his hand after the kid shot him a glare. “Well, it’s not a very traditional fairytale, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy your time here.”

“Mm, sure.” MC mumbled.

Okay, so his child wasn’t that enthusiastic about the exchange program, but Diavolo was sure they’d come around.

Dia tried everything he could possibly think of to get his kid to both like him and enjoy their time as an exchange student. A lot of things had… mixed results.

Also, legally recognizing MC as his child and legitimizing them caused a big stink amongst the nobles who were opposed to the exchange program to begin with. So MC then had to deal with a few assassins. Wonderful. Fantastic. Show stopping. Dia, be a good dad and comfort your angsty murder target- I MEAN preteen.

They do manage to build a good relationship fairly quickly despite their less than stellar first impressions, and Diavolo made them a promise that he knew he wouldn’t ever break: he would let them live as normal a childhood as possible.

This means that MC gets to do all the normal kid stuff that Diavolo wasn’t allowed to do. It honestly works out great for everyone. MC gets to live their life, Diavolo gets the satisfaction of knowing that his kid’s having fun, and Barbatos doesn’t need to worry about MC causing chaos in the castle.

Man… does this kid’s magic potential scare the shit out of everyone though…

Tired Uncle Lucifer

No. This has to be a violation of his worker rights. It cannot be legal for him to be this stressed.

He knew this exchange program was a bad idea. LUCIFER FUCKING KNEW IT. This kid was judging him. Why did he suddenly feel self conscious about every single one of his features? This child was picking him apart and they hadn’t even said anything!

He confiscated Asmo’s phone immediately, this was a matter of national security! Satan’s too! Beel as- oh shit Lucifer may have to give Beel the heimlich maneuver, then take his phone.

When all the brothers eventually got back to the HOL, they were greeted with Mammon getting shaken down by Levi.

“Lucifer! Ya won’t believe this! Levi- what’s wrong with you?” “The exchange student is Diavolo’s child.” “What..?” “*pops the cork off a bottle of Demonus* the exchange student’s Diavolo’s child.”

The worst part about this kid was that they took to the privileges of being royalty like a fish to water. MC went out and did whatever the fuck they wanted, and Lucifer needed to make sure a state of national emergency wasn’t called just because MC picked a fight at RAD.

It didn’t help that MC was just so unimpressed with Lucifer. Anytime Lucifer would tell them not to do something they would just raise their eyebrows and challenge his authority without saying a word.

What the fuck.jpg

The things he does for his prince boyfriend…

Cool Uncle Mammon

Huh, so this little pipsqueak is Lord Diavolo‘s kid? Hm, do ya think they’d let him into the royal treasury? No? Okay… lame.

Mammon then decides this kid would be just perfect for scamming people! Who is going to say no to the Crown Prince’s kid? A suicidal person, that’s who!

And the kid is… up for it? Wow, Mammon didn’t even have to grovel! Awesome!

It’s such a shame that Lucifer came in and promptly removed MC from Mammon’s presence. Tsk, killjoy…

Mammon and MC do get along swimmingly after MC stops angsting. Whenever they hang out it’s pure chaos.

And they would have gotten away with it too- wait, they do get away with it. Because who’s going to question the Crown Prince’s kid? >:)

Reclusive Uncle Leviathan

Levi was in the middle of throttling Mammon for his money back when Lucifer burst through the door looking like he had spent over 1000 Grimm on a gacha game only to not get the card he wanted.

And where was that human he said would be staying with them? Huh? The human’s HUH????!!!!

… wack. Maybe he shouldn’t have skipped out on that Student Council Meeting…

Either way, ew, new person he needed to talk to. NO THANKS. Well, no thanks until MC started to visit the HOL to hang out with Mammon. Of course those two normies decided to bug him. OF COURSE.

Levi finally snapped when MC loudly proclaimed that they could totally beat Levi in Mario Kart. Haha, NO. Levi challenged the little runt to a 1 v 1 race on Rainbow Road.

Kid lost. Obviously. Rainbow Road is rigged.

Honestly, kid’s alright. Still a total normie, but not completely terrible.

Cat Uncle Satan

Huh, a half human child of the soon to be demon king, how very interesting.

Oh, and just look at Lucifer’s face. :D priceless. Satan wished he was fast enough to get his DDD out to snap a picture, but he wasn’t able to…

But back to MC, oh how very intriguing. How much power do they have in comparison to Diavolo? Will using that power rip their fragile little body apart? Would they learn to control it? Satan was just dying to find out.

His feelings on the child themselves were mixed at best. They were clearly unhappy with the situation and Satan could sympathize, being thrust into a completely new world and then being told you can’t leave and are also royalty? That has to be hard. But this kid was still being an unreasonable little shit.

Satan continued to try and study MC from afar until the kid themselves walked right up to him and half demanded half pleaded for his help in studying for a test.

Not being one to avoid an opportunity to flex how smart he is, Satan agreed to help out. (Nerrrrd)

And honestly, it went well. When the kid wasn’t being a little shit, they were actually quite pleasant to be around.

Overly Affectionate Uncle Asmo

…wut

Listen, when Asmo asked Lucifer to pick a cute human, he didn’t mean cute as in CHILD.

This kid was DIAVOLO’S?! What lucky human had gotten to have the experience of [Jesus Fucking Christ, Asmo I’m not writing what he said for the sake of the nation]

Anyhoo~ little MC just made his heart go “SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SO CUTE!” They were so cute Asmo could just eat them up!

But they were so mean! That scowl they always had on was going to give them wrinkles and ruin their perfectly cute face!

Sigh, oh well. He can’t manually rearrange people’s expressions. What he can do is take this child shopping. Poor Diavolo was constantly in his RAD uniform, this poor innocent baby shouldn’t have to suffer the same fate.

The kid continued to scowl at everything, but at the same time, their little quips were very entertaining. This little kid spitting verbal venom at anyone who displeased them reminded Asmo of someone… he just couldn’t place who, but they definitely had amazing hair and a cute face :3

Hungry Uncle Beel

Where’s the takeout- I mean human? What’s happening? …are all humans this small? Dang, that’s barely enough for a snack.

So the human’s not going to live with us because they’re not fully human and Diavolo’s kid? Huh. Wild. Anyway, what’s for dinner?

Beel’s not too invested in this drama, he misses Belphie too much to be that interested…

The kid’s weirdly interested in how cool and strong Beel is though. MC tails him to the gym pretty often.

Diavolo and Beel already being gym buddies send tweet-

Since this benevolent little shit likes Beel so much, they decided to take it upon themselves to help with the family drama.

Beel finds that very sweet 🥺

Murder sleepy Uncle Belphie

Oh man… if you thought Belphie was being unfair to L!MC due to their parentage… hoo boy…

When this kid waltzed up the attic steps like they ran the place, Belphie needed to hold himself back from trying to break down the door and throttle this kid.

Pff, of course Diavolo would have a half human kid. Of course.

…kid beat the shit out of him when he tried to kill them. We stan this MC.

After all is said and done, Belphie still isn’t overly fond of MC. They’re brash and rude and only funny 40% of the time. They don’t even like napping 😒

But Beel likes the little runt, so Belphie and MC put up with each other.

Bonus! Your Angelic Uncle Simeon’s Chihuahua

:0 friend!

MC: *speaks*

>:0 not friend! Begone! *throws crucifix*

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #Obey me Headcanons #obey me! headcanons #obey me Diavolo #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor

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blackresin75 · 3 years

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The Heart of My Sea

TW: Choking, virgin reader, rough sex, loving sex, bondage, nipple play, oral (fem receiving), and overstimulation.

A/N: Hey so this is my first fic like this so please tell me what you think. My roommate did help me out a LOT @violinwizard thank you so much. This is for the Mythology and Folklore collab so please check out the others here. I have the masterlist reposted.

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Dad always tried to control where you went. He wanted you to stay in his sight when you weren’t with the others luring sailors to their deaths. You’ve never wanted to kill but it was your only saving grace from your fathers grasp, but maybe that was what makes the Captain of the Midnight Rose so alluring.

The main crew looked to be about the same age as you and your friends, they also looked more content in their place on deck. Your feelings of jealousy grew more and more as each ship passed by and sank. Maybe that’s how you ended up in this position, stuck in a net blinded by jealousy and rage.

You feel the coarse net grind against your skin as you struggle to get free. The thrashing around causes the net to scrape up your arms and your tail. No matter how much you squirm, The coarse fibers don’t budge. You feel the water sink below you as you rise up. Panic starts to set in your chest as the light from the surface grows brighter.

“Shit, shit! No no no no fuck!” The ropes cut deep into your skin as your thrashing grows desperate, you feel the salt water flow around your body. You break the surface gasping frantically, thinking of all the stories of sirens before, kidnapped and left for dead. You've seen the aftermath, but you never dreamed it would happen to you.

Your breathing soothes but the panicky feeling in your chest doesn’t leave. You can hear gruff voices, but you can’t hear anything outside of the beating of your heart and the surge of the waves. The panic becomes so immense that by the time you’re set down on the mahogany deck you are already too far gone

When you wake up, all you can see is the shadow of a man on the far side of the deck. At first, his eyes are all you notice, deep and black as the ocean on a new moon night. There’s a scar running under the left one, giving him a dangerous and rugged appearance. He is dressed as many of the sailors you’ve taken to the deep, loose shirt with a deep cut, betraying a strip of an almost well defined chest. His tight pants leave nothing to the imagination, while his long coat makes you wish there was more to see. A scarf hangs around his neck, the end just dipping into the V of his shirt. “I wonder what he would look like in the ocean, all wet and mine for the taking.” The thought comes unbidden and you quickly scold yourself, a blush forming on your cheeks . Someone clears their throat, taking you out of your daydream and you look around at the rest of the crew. Their glares make you look away, and you quickly turn your eyes to the man in front of you. He walks towards you, taking off his trenchcoat and drapes it over your naked figure.

“I’m bringing her into my quarters, if you need anything.” .He stares daggers at the crew, while his hair flies up and eyes turn red, “Don’t.”

With that the roguishly handsome man picks you up and takes you to a cabin below deck. He lays you back on the mattress in the corner of the exquisite cabin, then he leans up against the desk in front of the neat bed. “So, you got a name?”

“Y/n,” you hesitate, “are you going to hurt me, sir?” His eyes go wide, his body stiffens a little, and he bites his lip. Bringing a strong callous hand up, he gently takes a piece of hair and tucks it behind your ear.

“You think I’m going to hurt you?” His whisper carries straight to your heart, the amount of care in his words sends a shiver through your spine. “Well, y/n, I’m Shota Aizawa, I own the Midnight Rose. I know you’re not human, so what the fuck are you exactly? We caught you in the sea, maybe a Kraken, or mermaid, or perhaps a siren.”

His voice gets lower and his face gets closer, you’ve sung songs to sailors that promise their dreams. A lot of sex, but there were a few of just pasta; those songs are your favorite. You can now see the allure of sex and love just by looking into this man’s tired eyes. Instead of answering him, you opt to stay quiet. “Not talking? That’s okay, kitten. I have ways to make you talk.”

Your face darkens even more at his words, why is calling you kitten? What are his ways to make you talk? The panic returns in full force, he sees the fear and panic on your face and he walks over to the bed and puts a loving arm around you. You freeze, and he decides to rub your back, “shhh, kitty, it's okay. I’ll protect you now. I want to know what you’ve been through.”

His gentle reassurance surprises you, it's not everyday that you see someone so handsome and gentle. Someone who doesn’t want to treat you like a toy, but maybe that’s what made you want him to treat you like a toy. Just to see if he still would want you after or throw you back to the sea violated.

“You didn't answer my question, are you going to hurt me, sir?” You lean in closer to Shota. The tension starts to thicken, with just five words.

“Do you want me too?” Shota looks at you differently, he wasn’t malicious or terrifying. He pulls you closer, looking into your eyes, his breath taking up your air. The different songs flew through your head but only one thing felt right.

“I want you.” You lean forward and kiss him with your entire soul. You’ve never felt this way before, and from what Aizawa was reciprocating, he feels it too. The kiss deepens and a heat starts to form in your pussy and gut. He groans into your mouth and he pulls you on top of him. Feeling his hard cock against your pussy sends a shock that jolts through your bones. He grabbed your arms and started kissing where the net cut into your skin.

“I’m sorry y/n, I did this to you. I’m so sorry.” He kisses you everywhere he can touch, soft, loving kisses. When he reaches your neck, it sends shivers down your back, and a moan bubbles up in return. The shivers soon travel to your stomach, where his hands are caressing in full circles, slowly heading upwards. You can feel the rough texture of the coat on your nipples driving the sensitivity to new heights. Suddenly he slips the coat from your shoulders, and you hear it hit the ground at the same time his hand finally hits the swell of your breast.

His lips leave your neck, a whimper escaping your throat at the loss, which is immediately followed by his moan as his mouth closes on the peak of your breast. You feel his tongue circle your nipple, caressing it slowly, and you are awash with heat, striking to a forbidden place in your core. His tongue is soft, and wet, giving you a pleasure never felt before. He grabs your backside possessively, pulling you impossibly closer, you moan, grasping his shoulders in an attempt to keep yourself afloat in the rushing tide that is him.

In your state, you barely manage to gasp out a “Don’t stop”, and you clutch harder as he slowly starts to suck on the breast he is tethered to, his tongue still making tortuous movement. One hand lightly caressing your other breast, his other starts to slowly head downwards, mapping your skin, which has started to gather sweat. He gently nudges your thighs apart and begins to descend further into uncharted territory. Before he can reach his destination, he pulls back and meets your eyes.

“Is this ok?” He asks. Frustration hits you at the loss of his ministrations, and you grab him by the scarf, pulling him back to you, “Please, keep going”. You feel his smirk before he begins, this time on the other breast. His hand continues in your depths, to circle around a single point that opens a floodgate. You grasp him tighter, your hand going into his hair in pure joy, as his fingers continue at the same pace, tracing a whole new alphabet on your center.

You want more pressure, you begin to move with him, trying to encourage him to go faster. “Kitten” he admonishes, his voice low, “Do you need more?” You can only moan in response. His hand is suddenly grasping the back of your neck, pulling you away from him, the breath leaves your throat, and you feel as if you're floating, pleasure filling the space of total awareness.

He laughs, “Cat got your tongue?” You want him, want more, you reach out blindly, catching his shirt in the process. You want it gone, you tug, and it floats down beside you. You see his smirk turn sinister.

“You shouldn’t have done that. Do you know what happens when the Kitten gets the cream before she’s meant to?” He slowly takes the scarf off his neck, and before you can comprehend that you can see the sweat coating his neck, he has lowered you to the bed, the scarf wrapping around your wrists, tying you to the bedpost. Panic rises inside you, before it bubbles over, he slowly kisses you, passionately bringing the softer feelings from earlier back into the game. It calms you, enough to notice both his hands have pressed your thighs back to their open stance, and he is moving down your body, his chest heaving. You feel his breath on your lower stomach, his tongue taking just enough time to dip into your belly button before working further down.

The heat is back, flooding your senses as you feel his breath on your thighs where his hand is, you feel his tongue, followed by his teeth, lightly nipping, moving towards the place you want him most. You want to tug him close, but you are restrained from above, you consider thrusting closer, before he is there. You feel his breath on the most intimate part of your body, sending shivers to your very soul, and ripping the part of you wanting to escape away. He sits there making you wait, before you finally feel his tongue on that same spot from earlier.

It is somehow both cold and hot at the same time, and impossibly wet, adding to the sensual feelings bubbling up from inside. The soft tongue is a stark contrast to the nails on both your thighs. With each swipe of his tongue you are brought to new heights. Just left to moan and writhe on the bed, with no hard body to soothe the shivers. Finally his lips close over the nerves, and your soul is drawn from you and into him, you can’t stop moaning, arching off the bed, your feet finding solace along his muscular back. Your thighs crushing the head between them. He groans out, possessively grasping your thighs to pull you closer to the torture that is his mouth. You feel something else on your folds, one of his fingers, gently prying the opening to your depths, which you have just realized is dripping liquid.

His finger sinks deep just as his tongue passes over the top of the nub, and you almost scream, your breath rising, your vision gaining spots. His finger is joined by another as they twist and scoop, scraping against a part of you that sends pure heat to your heart, and your heart to the heavens above. He keeps striking the place inside as his lips pull your very being into him. Once you take a breath, twice, you rise from the bed. Thrice, you are screaming. And then you are falling grasping at the headboard above. You have spots dancing in your eyes and a fire in your belly. As a tsunami of pleasure ripples through you, starting and ending with the man who is still milking you into him.

“Shota, p-p-please” You moan, as you ride out your intense first orgasm. The pleasure comes in waves as Shota cleans you the mess you made with his insatiable tongue. As you come down from your high, he comes up by you and he kisses you with hunger. He slowly pulls away from you, bringing both hands up to cup your beautiful face. One hand gently caresses your cheek and soothes your heated face. He let his thumb wander to your plump lips and let it drag down slowly to see your bottom teeth. With your mouth wide open, he brings his hand, still wet with your juices, to your open mouth.

“Clean, Kitten.” You stick your tongue out a little and lick a small amount of your essence off of him. Shota groans as you lick his fingers coated in your slick. You love the feeling of falling off the edge for him, the world melts as he takes his fingers away and kisses you with full force. He puts the fingers back into your sweet, sticky spot, pumping in and out, until you could feel the heat return. You let out a small whine, “‘s too much, sir.”

He takes his fingers out and you whine again, not wanting his fingers to leave your heat. He lets out a small chuckle, “Do you want me or not? I thought you wanted me, we’re not even close to being finished.”

You let out another whine as he places his fingers back in your pussy. This time he starts with two fingers and quickly slips in a third, stretching you out. He kept pumping you full, hitting the spongy part in you multiple times. He takes out his fingers, hitting your swollen clit on the way out. You feel so close to the edge again. Not wanting the pleasure to stop, you try to bring your hand down to give some much needed friction to your neglected area. The headboard clicks against the wall of the cabin, reminding you of the scarf that ties you up. You glance down and see Aizawa pumping his full, slightly curved, cock, dripping with precum. The engorged tip is a flushed pink, you watch as he mixes your essence with his pre. Satisfied with the prep work, he comes up and grabs your hips, coaxing your legs to wrap around him. He lines up his length with your pussy, and looks at your panicked face.

“Kitten? Are you okay with this? Have you done this before?” His questioning is endearing, you’ve haven’t had sex before, but you know a lot about it. With all of his ministrations on your body, you don’t want it to stop.

“No, but I don’t want you to stop.” You share a breath with Shota, both of you not wanting to break the silence. He looks at you lovingly and whispers a kiss over your mouth.

“Okay, I’ll try to be gentle, Kitten.” His kissing gives you reassurance. He lines his swollen cock to your folds and slowly lets himself into you. The pressure is painful at first and the pain slowly changes to pleasure. You look down to where you are joined and see that only his tip is in. How is that possible? Is he even going to fit? You feel so full already but there is still more? “Shhh, it’s okay Kitten,” he wipes away a stray tear from the pain, “You’re so beautiful.”

He slowly puts more of his large cock in you, pain makes you cry out and squeeze your eyes shut. He caresses your hair, petting you and giving you praise as you take his entire length. As he bottoms out in you, you let out a wail that would put the banshees to shame. You both wait for your tight cunt to adjust to his size. Your chest heaving as you tap on Shota’s shoulder signaling him to start moving.

“I need actual words, Kitten.” You gather your breath and whisper a small yes in his ear. With that small yes, Aizawa kisses you temple and starts to move in your heat. You feel his cock move at an antagonizing pace, and you need more.

“More, sir-” Aizawa growls in your ear, it is already so difficult for him not to lose control and he doesn’t want to hurt you. When you keep calling him sir, the difficulty increases. He picks up speed slowly, moans coming freely from your throat and tears from your eyes. Every now and then he kisses the tears from your eyes and sings your praises.

“My good kitten, doing exactly what I need.” He starts to go faster and harder. Words and moans mixing in your mouth bubbling up to the surface, coming out as much of a mess as your cunt. You feel a coil of heat rise in your stomach as the tip of his cock pounds relentlessly into your cervix. Something was different about this edge, no longer was it the tsunami of pleasure like you knew it. It’s like being sucked into a whirlpool that doesn’t end, the feeling growing larger and larger until you let go.

You hear Shota shouting, “Fuck, I’m cumming, Kitten,” He kisses your lips, as you fall back into the whirlpool of pleasure. You feel thick ropes of cum coat your fluttering walls, you let the whirlpool take you completely. A clear liquid coats both you and Shota as you let out another wail. He looks down at the mess and back to your face. You both let out a little laugh, and he pulls down the covers of his bed. He grabs a blanket from one of the wardrobes and drapes it over you. He clambers into the bed and pulls you close.

“You’re so beautiful. I think I’m falling for you.” He kisses you. You’ve never been the one to believe in love at first sight, but with him, how else could you explain it? You have totally fallen for him since you landed on his deck.

“Shota, I think I love you.” You whisper.

“I think I love you, too.” He kisses your nose lovingly.

“Even if I’m a siren?” He looks at you and brings you into a hug.

“You’re the Heart of my Sea, I will always love you, y/n.”

#bnharem collab #aizawa shouta #pirate #aizawa smut #aizawa x reader #bnha smut

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amysteriousmessenger · 3 years

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May I request some fluff RFA headcanons? 🥺🥺

I hope these are okay!! I added Saeran and V just for the sake of it!! <3 these will be a random mixture of with and without MC!

Random Fluffy RFA + Saeran and V Headcanons

Yoosung Kim Fluffy Headcanons

He asks you to marry him in LOLOL, since there’s an expansion pack where you can set up a little house for extra storage. He gets really nervous and a bit sweaty about asking you to do it, he takes it oddly seriously and Zen almost passed out when he thought that you were actually engaged.

He tries to make you coffee every morning, especially if he’s trying a new style out. He thinks it’s really fun and he loves to greet you with it for breakfast. After a while, you come to associate the faint smell of coffee with Yoosung.

At the start he starts sneakily using little bits of your shower gel because they smell so much nicer than the one his gamer student budget allows him to buy. Eventually, he’ll just cave and buy a bottle of the one that you use because it means he gets to be reminded of you all day and it’s a lot better for his skin anyway.

If you play with his hair when his head is in your lap, he’ll absolutely fall asleep. Yoosung is a little bit like a puppy in that way, it just makes him feel so happy and loved.

Zen/Hyun Ryu Fluffy Headcanons

Zen’s a big person for morning kisses, especially sleepy ones. He’s an early riser and definitely feels extra needy in the morning. He’s also always the big spoon, he likes to feel as though he’s protecting you even when he’s asleep.

Whenever you’re crying and cover your face so he can’t see, Zen’s the kinda person who would gently pull your arms away so he can get a look at you and figure out what’s wrong. He’ll kiss at your eyes and cheeks until you either stop crying, or let him get close enough to pull you in so you can cry on his chest.

He loves doing skincare on you. If he thinks you’ve had a hard week, he’ll do your moisturiser, clay mask, face mask, eye mask- you name it, Zen wants to pamper you with it. He knows the importance of skincare and he thinks it’s a great way to relax and pamper you.

Zen’s ‘Happy Place’ that he thinks of when he gets stressed is the two of you, beers in hand, spending an evening in the kitchen trying to cook food. He can hear the laughter, smell the ever-so-slightly burning food, taste the traces of beer on your lower lip. It just makes him so happy to think about and he can feel the desperation in his limbs to sprint home at full speed and make the daydream real.

Jaehee Kang Fluffy Headcanons

Saturday mornings are Jaehee’s favourite out of the whole week. She’s just worked 5 hellish days and Saturday is the day where she gets to have a bit of a lie-in. Usually, Jumin doesn’t ask her to come into the office on weekends and it’s usually just a case of working from home. Jaehee tries not to oversleep too much because she doesn’t want to throw off her schedule but sometimes she can’t help but pass out for 10 hours straight and undisturbed.

She really enjoys bubble baths with you. When you first start doing it together, she’s a little shy at being seen undressed so intimately, but she still really enjoys the time alone with you. It’s a great way to unwind and she likes being so close to you.

Jaehee isn’t much of a cuddler when she’s asleep, she tends to just sleep flat on her back out of exhaustion. However, if you wake up for any reason during the night, you’ll frequently find her hand holding yours, whether she did it consciously or not.

She collects really nice and cute stationary. She doesn’t really take them to work because she doesn’t want to be seen as unprofessional, but once she runs the coffee shop, she gets to write in her little hot-drinks-themed stationary and decorates the little cups with tiny stickers for the frequent customers and especially for whenever Zen comes to visit.

Jumin Han Fluffy Headcanons

Sunday mornings are Jumin’s favourites. He usually wakes up really early by routine, but on Sundays he spends a little bit longer curled up in bed with you and Elizabeth the Third, watching you both sleep. Jumin’s also usually the big spoon if he’s sleeping on his side, but when he sleeps on his back he typically still has one arm around your waist so you’re pulled next to him with your head on his chest.

He personally donates to many different cat shelters all over the country. He takes the money straight out of his own bank account and gives generous monthly donations to make sure that there’s enough funding to both feed the cats already there, and take in extra cats of the streets along with getting them adopted. Jumin’s staff actually has a company policy that if they adopt a cat from one of the shelters that Jumin supports, the vet and adoption fees are covered by him, he counts it as philanthropy.

Jumin has a bottle of wine in his cellar from the date you met, the date you first kissed, the date you got engaged and the date you got married. He hasn’t quite decided when he’ll share those wines with you, he just knows at the moment that he wants to keep them for a very special occasion.

When he’s bored at work but he can’t call you because you’re busy, he pictures taking you to one of his vineyards on the weekend. He’ll picture your smile, you adjusting your hat and lightly squinting against the sun, you smiling at him over your glass of wine. Then he’ll tell Jaehee to clear his schedule for the weekend.

Saeyoung Choi Fluffy Headcanons

Your arms around him, holding him against you, is pretty much the only thing that can bring Seven out of an anxiety attack. If you’re not physically with him, he crawls under the duvet on his bed in hopes of still smelling you. He’ll call you and look through selfies with you that he has on his phone until he calms down.

Seven frequently tries to make you food. He’s never had to cook for anyone before and he doesn’t really cook for himself, so it’s a lot of trial, error and frustrated takeaways. You try to eat whatever he makes though because you can really tell that he’s put his heart into it and you want to show him that you appreciate the effort he’s making.

He loves you feeling his biceps and gushing over how strong he is. He’s not even particularly ripped but you can tell he has strength in his limbs and seeing you give him any kind of physical approval makes him m e l t instantly.

He’s both the big and little spoon, depending what mood he is in. Sometimes he wants to hold you close and never let go, but sometimes Seven needs a little bit of support too and want to feel like he’s needed by you.

His absolute favourite dates are the arcades, the cinema, bowling and carnivals. He has far too much fun on the bumpercars and he absolutely has it out for you, you spend most of the time trying to escape him.

GE Saeran Choi Fluffy Headcanons

GE Saeran always makes very over the top hot chocolates for the both of you. He has an arsenal of whipped cream, syrups, chocolate shavings and sprinkles. His hot chocolate is better than any you could buy in a store. He’ll make one for you whenever you ask, and then sometimes just to surprise you if it looks like you’re having a bad day.

GE Saeran ends up getting two cavities in his first few years of living freely. He does look after his teeth, but he let his sweet-tooth go little bit wild with all the new foods he got to try, it was all so new and fun to him, he just wanted to try everything! He took much better care of his teeth after that, but the trip to the dentist was quite a weird one since he’d never been before.

Slight Angst: Saeran always serves your food first and makes sure there’s always extra helpings if you want it. He usually puts a little bit more on your plate than what you would usually eat. He never quite gets over the guilt of taking your food away at Magenta, so he spends the rest of his time making sure you have more than enough to eat now.

He likes to constantly buy you little gifts that he sees when he’s out and about that remind him of you. A little notebook in your favourite colour? A little forget-me-not necklace? A candle that smells like your perfume? He’d added them all to his cart.

After lip kisses, Saeran loves giving cheek and hand kisses to you. For him, he really loves getting head kisses and he thinks it’s extra cute when you plant a little kiss onto the tip of his nose.

V/Jihyun Kim Fluffy Headcanons

V usually wakes up first, unless he was working late in his studio. He wakes you up with a kiss to the forehead, a cup of coffee and soft words. After he’s put your drink on the table, he’ll climb back into bed with you and cuddle until you’re properly awake.

He actually enjoys baking with you. Well, he likes to help you bake and then he gets to do the decorating. You usually bring a cake to any RFA hangouts and it’s always very obvious when V’s helped you bake because it feels like he goes out of his way to put a piece of gallery-worthy art onto a cake with food colourings and icings. He thinks it makes it tastes better, and you have to agree.

In recent years, V’s been considering trying a more plant-based diet. He thinks he’d like to try vegetarianism, but he’s frequently spend periods of time as a pescatarian, especially after he’s come back from travelling. It also means that he gets to practice cooking more too.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger x reader #saeran choi #saeyoung choi #jihyun kim #jumin han #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #zen mystic messenger #hyun ryu #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger hcs #saeran choi x reader #jumin han x reader #mystic messenger reader insert #mystic messenger self insert

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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not allowed v, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of jungkook x reader – est. poly relationship

summary: BTS have had a long, busy day. Heck, a busy week, preparing for 2021 Grammys performance and interviews. It’s finally over, and all Min Yoongi wants is to take a shower and sleep with his favorite person. There’s no one like you. He deserves some special treatment – some belated birthday wishes granted perhaps?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; domestic shower care (aww) and shower sex (hell yeah); feels and fluff; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, fingering, nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, handjob / blowjob (with tongue technology), f-receiving oral, doggy, spanking); idol!BTS; occurs the night of the 2021 Grammys

part of ‘not allowed’ series, but can be read alone. basic summary: MYG asks JJK to fuck you, again, let’s keep this going, oop JK dyed his hair blue; based on real time.

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"I'm sorry you didn't win."

"It's okay. It was a long shot anyway."

"Well, you are good at basketball, so you can make a long shot, easy."

A deep, raspy chuckle. "Next time."

Water drummed against the tile, the rhythm interrupted by you working shampoo through black hair, conjuring fistfuls of lathered white clouds. The head lifted a little and you were about to chastise him, but one look into those black-brown eyes and small sheepish smile looking down at you, and you forgot what you were going to say.

"It was never about us anyway. We wanted to win so ARMY could brag about us."

You grinned, chuckling a little. "They always brag about you, Yoongi."

You saw something flit across his face, but he didn't say anything. You already knew. I wish you could brag about me. And you did, but not in the way he wanted, because he was Min Yoongi, SUGA of BTS, Agust D sometimes, and your secret all of the time. You closed the distance, a simple, sweet kiss in response to his wordless wish, I know, me too, hands curling in his soapy hair, smiling gently against his lips. Hm. You could feel Yoongi was thoroughly enjoying your wet breasts against his chest.

Something hard was poking you quite insistently.

You drew back a little and Yoongi's hands circled your waist, keeping your hips to him.

"Thought you said you were sleepy?" you teased.

Yoongi grinned slyly. "I changed my mind."

You chuckled, tipping his head back to rinse his hair off, forcing him to close his eyes with a displeased grunt. You could tell from his dark circles that he was tired from the stress of the day, having to wake up at two in the morning and be ready for his call time at five, but he still insisted for you to come, still insisted for you to sneak around and be here when he came home. You didn't get to see Yoongi on his birthday and not during the weekend before either. He was too busy filming content and preparing for the Grammys.

You did send him a voice message of you singing happy birthday and he replied with, thank you, my love, instead of the usual, you would benefit from a vocal coach, which meant he missed you far too much to tease you.

You carefully straightened his neck and Yoongi breathed out, raising a hand to push his black hair away from his face, slicking it back and exposing his forehead.

Oof.

Sexy.

Yoongi's eyes opened, dark brown orbs reflecting the mischief in his smirk.

"You sure you don't want me to call the maknae?" he asked not-so-innocently.

You narrowed your eyes at him. He knew what he was doing.

Your boyfriend had posted a selfie this morning, only to be followed up by Jeon Jungkook’s adorable pose in a colorful fluffy flannel shirt on Weverse. Earlier in the week, Jungkook had cutely invaded and sang happy birthday on Yoongi’s celebratory live, and then put up a picture of himself on his post for said hyung’s birthday.

The absolute gall of the Golden Maknae.

Needless to say, you were disappointed, but not surprised. Only slightly though. Jungkook was like that. A little bit – alright, a lot – of a naughty little shit that needed his cock brutally choked by your throat or pussy every once in a while. Actually, no, definitely both, just to be on the safe side. But this day was not that day.

"You said you wanted to be selfish today," was your calm response to Yoongi's question, reaching behind him to rinse off your hands, pressing your tits into his chest. Your eyes flickered up to his. Yoongi raised an eyebrow as your fingers trailed on his back, drawing small patterns.

"Has he been a bad boy?" he chuckled, referring to, of course, the shameless audacity of your other boyfriend, well-loved and doted-on Jeon Jungkook.

Your expression matched his, inquiring but already knowing the answer. A silent conversation between kindred souls that followed the same thought process. Closer, water gliding between your bodies, lips fitting against his, lightly nipping at his lower lip as if to say, we're both a little mean, Yoongi chuckling in agreement as he captured your lips forcefully. Hands all over wet bodies, pressing him to you and him reciprocating, hot water seeming hotter, steam getting steamier, kisses passionate and intense, Yoongi pushing you into the shower wall, not letting you get away.

Jungkook had known you were coming, but he wasn't allowed to attend this time.

He said he was tired from the events of today and he wanted you to spend time with Yoongi alone because it had been Yoongi's birthday recently and they should definitely get special treatment during their birthdays, right?

"I want special treatment on my birthday, so I suppose hyung should as well..."

"Ah, that's too bad, I was looking forward to punishing you."

"Noona...!" You could hear the shy pout in Jungkook's voice as it lowered, whispering into his phone. "Don't say stuff like that..."

You heard a sneaky cat-like purr in the background. "Say what?"

Jungkook started and you heard the violent rattle of the phone falling, followed by scrambles to retrieve it. Ah. You could see now why Jungkook's phone was taped.

"Hyung! Don’t... I thought you were still in the bathroom..."

"Mmm." You knew that what that hum meant. You've been on the phone for a while. And Jungkook had, lamenting that he wished they could have won the award and had a celebration live with ARMY and you had to reassure him over and over that there would be more chances and ARMY was already very proud with the nomination, yourself included.

"Uh... do you want to talk to hyung? He's here..." Jungkook did not sound like he wanted to give his phone up. He was only asking out of politeness.

"No, Jungkook, I'll see him in a bit."

"She said no, huh?" Yoongi mused and then you heard the sounds of footsteps wandering away.

Jungkook made a questioning noise, but you reoriented him rather quickly.

"I want to hear your voice some more, Jungkook." You recalled the opening of the Grammys 'Dynamite' performance and his teasing, cocky nose scrunch. "Was feeling rather sexy during the recording, weren't you?"

"You saw?" An edge of excitement to his tone. "That was for you, noona," he added playfully.

"No, it wasn't."

His faint, wicked snicker. "Okay, you're right, but I did think about you while doing it."

"Mmmhmm. What part of me? My smiling face or my warm mouth wrapped around your cock?"

"Noona!"

Alright, you did end up giving Jungkook a little bit of punishment, because neither you nor himself could help it. And at the very end, he played along, whining for you because he knew you wanted him to. Fuck, he was getting clever now, remembering all the things you liked. Stupid sexy Jungkook and his duality.

"Can't I come too? Please, noona?"

It took a lot of refuse his cute voice, but you did make a promise to Yoongi and you never broke your promises.

"Sorry, Jungkook, you're not allowed this time."

Reliving your memory was abruptly interrupted by two fingers sliding into your pussy.

"Excuse you," you muttered into Yoongi's lips.

"What are you thinking about that's gotten you so wet, hm?" he drawled, dripping water down your cheeks and chest, kissing from your lips and up your jaw, slowly working his fingers in and out, your wetness thicker, warmer than the water, leaking down his knuckles. His voice in your ear, low and dangerous, making you fall for him more and more. "Thinking about me or the maknae?"

...

Min Yoongi knew you too well.

"T-That's..."

Couldn't think of a smart comeback, not with Yoongi's voice so sensual and invasive, staring up at the hazy ceiling while he sucked on your ear, biting your lip to stifle your moans, nerves lighting with shivering arousal. His fingers controlled, measured, focused on deeply penetrating you to graze your favorite spots, rubbing your walls and pressing his thumb into your clit, slow circles causing throbs of pleasure to glide through you. Yoongi knew all the places that made you weak, licking right under your ear to make you whimper for him, kissing and sucking up and down the curve. The warm water created a steady hum, background music for his dirty words.

"Is that why Jungkookie ran so fast to the bathroom earlier today, hm? Mmm, you shouldn't mess with him so much. You should know better as his noona," Yoongi murmured softly, speeding up, catching your earlobe with his teeth and tugging on it, words slightly muffled as he continued, waves of heat flaring upwards with every thrust. "He'll keep teasing you, pretending it's for ARMY, and then when he has you next, he'll make you beg for his cock…" Teeth biting down, leaving a visible mark, his gravelly whisper sparking inhibitions.

"And I'm going to watch you."

Fuck you, Min Yoongi, for always knowing the right thing to say.

Yoongi flicked your clit and you cried out, bucking into his hand, almost losing balance, but his left arm came up behind the small of your back and held you in place, strong and unyielding, orgasm cut short with your sudden worry of straining his recovery, but Yoongi already knew, cooing comfortingly in your inflamed ear.

"I was dancing during the recording, remember?"

Right, he was cleared to dance, but still...

And again, Yoongi led you back into the proper headspace, kissing and nipping down your neck, tongue against your collarbones, stroking your side with his left hand as his right pushed in and out of you, building the pace and your needy gasps once more.

"Shh, you're a good girl, don't move and nothing bad will happen."

A tinge of menace in his voice, indicating the double meaning, I won't get hurt and maybe you won't get punished. Only a maybe though, sending a delighted spark up your spine, pressing your shoulder blades into the shower wall, instinctively raising one of your legs to give Yoongi more space. You glanced down, but he wasn't looking at you, eyes calmly closed, soaked black strands sticking to his forehead as his pink lips wrapped around one of your nipples. Instant pleasure from his expert tongue, teasing the moans of his name out of you, praising him, fuck yes, Yoongi, so good, I love this, fingers filling you repeatedly, thumb knuckle grinding onto your clit, sucking on your hard nipple. You were so focused on the feeling that your torso froze up, head and hands pressed into the wall, back arcing as you came, pulses of ecstasy enveloping you, but Yoongi didn't stop, forcing another finger inside your tight hole, whines in your throat as your shuddering pussy sucked it in, still riding waves of aftershocks.

His left hand slid up and pinched your ignored nipple.

"Yoongi, fuck...!"

You could only curse the gods that created the genius that was Min Yoongi, chuckling as he rubbed your left nipple, sucked on the right, thumb knuckle on your clit, three fingers fully stuffed inside you, so hard and so fast that his forearm was nearly vibrating. Too coordinated, too rough, too much, mind going blank, already orgasming, and again, and again, not stopping.

He was too good.

Yoongi wasn’t going to stop until you made him.

Your eyes rolled back, rocketing bolts of pleasure overtaking everything, entire body shaking and quivering with overstimulation, your own knuckles white because your fingers somehow curled into fists, moans rattling your chest as wave after wave of pleasure attacked you, pushing you to the brink of collapse.

"Y-Yoongi, oh, fuuuuuuuk, Yoongi!"

Your body made the executive decision for you, left hand shooting down and grabbing his forearm, gripping it tightly, gasping for air, making sure to keep his long fingers buried all the way inside, his hard muscle flexing under your palm. Fuck, so hot. Yoongi immediately stopped, detaching his mouth from your nipple, and you could barely protest, tremors thundering through your torso as your pussy spasmed and soaked his fingers with your sweet-sour juices, your inner muscles rapidly clenching and unclenching around him, his low moans filling your ears as he felt each strong pulse, stretching his fingers against your convulsing walls to amplify your pleasure and feel it all.

"Fuck..." Yoongi panted, leaning against you and your heaving chest. "Fuck, you're so pretty when you're wrecked."

His lips on your temple, kissing you fiercely, grinding his crotch into your hip and revealing how hard he was as you tried to come down, tried to calm your heart threatening to pound out of your chest. You turned your head to face him and he was there, devouring your lips with rough kisses, pulling his fingers out to tug and pinch at your nipples with his knuckles, smirking at your submissive whines, your hands wandering down and gripping his length, leisurely stroking him.

Now Yoongi was the one gasping into your mouth, switching to rubbing your hard sensitive nipples to coax you to do more, switching your positions in the shower so his back was to the water. The two of you were only half-finished washing up, but neither of you seemed to notice or care.

You backed up a little, breaking the kiss, seeing Yoongi’s dazed expression as you lightly cupped the head of his cock in your palm, gently rolling into the slickness, continuing for several seconds before adding a little more pressure. He inhaled sharply, pleading for more with his breathing alone. His chin was slightly tilted upwards, black hair sticking to his forehead, pink lips slightly parted, water trickling in rivets down his neck and chest.

Yoongi noticed you staring and gave you his trademark open-mouthed smirk.

Who taught Jeon Jungkook how to be hot as hell?

It had to have been Min Yoongi.

You mentally took note of this image of wet Yoongi so you could masturbate to it later.

He cocked a brow and you cocked one back, challenging him. Then you dropped to your knees, careful with the slippery floor, and yanked his hips to your face so he blocked all of the water with his body. His stiff length smacked you in the lips and smeared pre-cum on them. You heard Yoongi gasp and you looked up, seeing him watching you, expectation and hunger in his dark eyes.

You smirked, tongue snaking out and licking your lips to taste him.

“Is my good girl going to do all my favorite things?” he drawled in his extra-low octave.

Your pussy throbbed at his domineering tone. You didn’t have to say anything, your scorching gaze alone creating that amused smirk on Yoongi’s lips. I know what you want. One hand holding up his cock, leaning forward, and Yoongi groaned in satisfaction, your mouth sucking in one of his balls, your deft tongue circling the other in loud, messy slurps, suffocating one while licking the other. You flicked your wrist back and forth, pumping his cock as you worked his balls, lips tight and pulling slightly, tongue flexed and slapping against the other.

You looked up at Yoongi’s dilated pupils, knowing that he could see flashes of your pink tongue against his balls, your hand stroking him slowly and deliberately.

“You’re so good, fuck… So fucking good at that,” Yoongi panted. “Every other man in the world is jealous that they’re never going to get to experience this.”

You popped your mouth off, making him hiss with pleasure. “That’s not true. I’ll give it to Jungkookie eventually.”

“Ah, he’s lucky that I picked him.”

You raised your eyebrows, you picked him, uh huh, I was the one stalking him on Twitter, and Yoongi nudged you with his hips, eyes narrowing dangerously, put my balls in your fucking mouth, and you obeyed, switching to his right side and sucking it into your plush lips, tongue snaking out to lap at his left one, now pumping him with your dominant right hand. He sucked in a breath, moaning softly, clenching his jaw as you increased to his favorite pressure and speed.

“Fuck, yes, make me cum just like this,” he snarled, as much a plea as it was an order, rocking his hips a little so he tugged on his balls in your mouth, forcing you to suck harder and lick more roughly to keep him in place, obscene slurps adding another layer to the song that was the falling water, Yoongi’s moans, and the rapid slap-slap-slap of your hand furiously jacking off his twitching hardness. You glanced up at him and he was observing you closely, drinking in every second of your mouth, hand, and spread-open thighs as you kneeled for him, water dripping off your nipples and ass, groaning your name, tone saturated with lust.

“Ah, fuck, I love you so much, you look so fucking good like this…”

You could tell he was getting close with how shallow his breathing was becoming. Tighter, harder, so devoted to the cause that you were whimpering to add vibration to the multiple sensations, drunk on the taste of his skin and the scent of his pre-cum right next to your head, needing it, wanting it, right now, your eyes telling him, please Yoongi, cum for me, want you to cum for me so bad, and he bit his lip, tense growl contained in his throat that morphed into a drawn-out wail.

“Fuck, now, fuck!”

You abruptly pulled off his balls and Yoongi gasped, startled and confused as you quickly repositioned yourself so he shot thick strings onto your mouth, painting your red swollen lips with drizzles of white, up your cheek and onto your nose, dark eyes wide as he witnessed his indecent mark on you. Like something out of a literal porno, your lips coated with glossy lines of his semen. You looked up at him, still holding his cock, sinfully triumphant.

Your devious smirk covered in cum.

“You wicked, dirty woman,” Yoongi breathed in amazement.

His hand was travelling down so you removed yours, already guessing what was coming next. You placed your hands on your thighs, sinking into the softness as Yoongi groaned, wrapping his fingers around his cock, pumping himself slowly to the image of your cum-covered puffy lips, red and white, upper body tilted back so your hard nipples pointed upwards towards him, squeezing your breasts together with your arms while your hands kept your thighs spread, wet pussy exposed to him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, so hard you could see the flashes of veins standing out through his fingers. “You’re too much, too sexy, come closer so I can use that mouth.”

You scooted nearer and Yoongi pushed his cock into your lips, moaning as he watched his orgasm smear down his length and disappear with each centimeter his cock into your tight, hot mouth, your eyes taking in the jerks of his shoulders and slack jaw, forcing you to take him all the way to the base. He was so turned on that you knew he wasn’t going to last as long as he wanted, but there was no stopping him now, already shallowly thrusting. You knew how to make him pause though, tightly tensing your throat muscles around the tip. Yoongi threw his head back, your name a desperate whine.

“Please, shit, I’m so fucking sensitive, fuck…”

Slowly Yoongi’s head rolled back and you took the chance to slide your tongue out, hands coming up to cup his balls, licking them in playful figure-eights with his entire length crammed down your throat, barely able to breathe.

You didn’t care.

Yoongi was in literal heaven.

Swearing, gasping, moaning, enjoying it for a good twenty seconds before fitting his right hand behind your head, tangled in your wet hair.

“Hold me,” he gritted out. “Hold me so I can fuck your face.”

You backed up a little to take a deep lungful of air, placing your hands on his hips. There was so much adrenaline coursing through your veins that you didn’t even notice that your knees were screaming in pain, completely focused on getting your throat ready for Yoongi’s abuse.

Your eyes flickered up to him, giving him the signal.

Yoongi grinned and began to thrust into your mouth. You adjusted your neck a little and Yoongi hissed, the throbbing head of his cock now rubbing against the roof of your mouth with every slide down your throat, rolling his hips into your face. You could tell he wanted to keep it slow, but his body craved the speed and he finally gave in, fucking your face mercilessly, fast and rough, nearly choking you but not quite, and that was the best part, Yoongi always knowing the edge, always knowing how much you could take, chuckling darkly as your moaned around his cock, trying not to dig your nails into his skin.

“It’s okay, do it,” Yoongi nudged, devilish edge to his voice. “Do it. No one is going to look there.”

Eye contact.

You sure?

He ticked a brow.

How many people were going to look at his ass? Eh, he was right.

You sank your nails into his hips and dragged them down, creating red scratches around his crotch.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” Yoongi gasped with your name, urging you for more, you clawing at his ass as he forced himself between your tight lips, marking him up, praying no one was going to ask why his ass looked like a cat’s scratching post, but it was doomed, your cries vibrating his cock, Yoongi losing control, lustful shudder as his cock jolted in your mouth, spilling down your throat. You swallowed greedily, puffing breath around his thick length, sucking a little so you could feel every quiver, his taste strong and salty, so delicious that your pussy pulsated with satisfaction even through it wasn’t being stimulated.

You felt Yoongi caress your wet hair, soft praises floating down to your ears. You licked him delicately, ghosting your tongue around and around the head. He shivered, exhaling hard.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well…”

You felt his cock soften. You did what any sensible human would do and took him all the way in your mouth to bounce his balls with your tongue.

Yoongi chuckled.

“You’re crazy.”

You gave him your gurgled response with his dick still down your throat.

“You’re right, I do love it.” He tapped your cheek. “But the water’s getting cold, so let’s finish this shower and get into bed.”

“Yoongi?”

“Hm?”

“What happened to my ripped panties?”

“From last time? Don’t know. Jungkook had them in his pocket.”

You frowned, working product through your wet hair. “I hope he threw them away safely.”

Yoongi looked thoughtful. “Ah, is that what he snuck over to Jimin’s room for?”

“What?”

He shrugged. “It would be a good cover.”

You gawked at him.

Yoongi didn’t elaborate, going back to daintily and dutifully applying his skincare.

Get into bed.

This wasn’t exactly what you thought Yoongi meant, but you weren’t mad at it.

“Fuck, that’s so insanely hot…”

You were kneeling on the bed, chin on the pillows, knees spread, hands on your ass cheeks to spread your pussy open so your boyfriend Min Yoongi could watch you flex your wet opening.

At least he gave you time to blow-dry your hair before ordering you around.

For the moment, you were staring at the headboard, keenly concentrating on the exact precision and force needed to open and close with varying degrees. Most of the time, there was no need to be this focused, but Yoongi had asked for a show, so you were going to give him one. You could hear him slowly stroking himself, panting with exertion and awe. The bed sank a little as his weight was added, coming up behind you. Anticipation zipped through your veins, heartbeat spiking.

“A-ah!”

You felt a cold, fine spray on your ass and back. The fuck? Then the scent hit you, sudden citrus mixed with a verdant musk and the base of pine wood. On your skin, it immediately morphed, turning warmer, almost smokier, different than how it smelled on Yoongi. You twisted your head around, giving Yoongi’s smirking face a startled look.

“Did you just spray me with your cologne?”

He tucked his tongue between his neat white teeth. “No.” Which obviously meant yes.

You narrowed your eyes. “You shouldn’t do that. Someone might figure it out.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow underneath his fluffy black bangs. “I’m sure many people buy and wear my cologne, including women. Can’t keep anything a secret these days.”

There was a twinge of arrogance and wistfulness in his deep voice, but before you could break it down and ask, what about me, Yoongi leaned in and shoved his tongue into your pussy.

“F-fuck, Yoongi!”

His satisfied groan trembled through your nerves, igniting arousal and causing you to clench around his tongue involuntarily. He didn’t have to say it, both of you already thinking it, keep going, but now you were gasping, getting wetter and wetter with the addition of Yoongi’s tongue lazily sliding up and down as your muscles contracted and relaxed, letting him feel your skill and power, his moans vibrating through you from your core. It was already slick and getting slicker, Yoongi’s tongue gracefully sliding through your folds, thrusting into your hole, your juices like honey seeping onto his greedy mouth, so fucking good you didn’t need to control it anymore, it was just happening, and it took everything in you not to shove your ass into his face even though you wanted to, because you didn’t want to make any sudden movements and accidentally hurt him when he had already worked so hard today.

Yoongi chuckled.

“Fuck you,” you hissed, knowing he could see the strain in your arms and the tremble of your hips trying to keep your position as he sucked on your clit.

He removed his mouth and you grumbled in disappointment, cutting yourself off when you heard the distinct rip of a foil packet.

“No, fuck you.”

Yoongi said it as if he was telling someone the time and not about to forcefully plunge his dick right into where his mouth was a second ago.

“Ah, fuck yes, Yoongi…”

He sank right in, stretching you out deliciously, sighing as your wet walls molded around his cock, familiar and wonderful. You finally had the chance to remove your hands from your ass so you could hold yourself up, relieving some of the pressure on your poor knees.

“I’m choosing to ignore your disrespect,” Yoongi purred, placing his hands on your hips and bottoming out, his balls smacking your engorged clit roughly, earning a low hiss from your throat. Your fingers twisted into the sheets, breathing hard as your body adjusted. He was asking you how you wanted it. You clicked your tongue and turned your head back, seeing him watching you closely under his black hair shadowing his dark brown eyes.

“What a nice guy,” you remarked in a cool, defiant tone, borderline bored.

Come on, Yoongi, mess me up.

His lips curved into that devious, open-mouthed smirk you loved so much.

“Mhm.”

He slid out and slapped his crotch into your ass, hard.

“Yes, Yoongi, fuck!”

Your nails sank into your palms and you shoved your fists into the sheets, locking your upper body so you could push back into his rough thrusts, pleased grin on your lips, his perfect cock filling you over and over again, core tensed tight to feel all of him, the thick head forcing its way deep inside slick velvet, the rock-hard length twitching against each ridge, his balls bouncing against your inflamed clit, so full, so good, so intense that it almost hurt.

It wasn’t enough.

Panting hard, chest shuddering, you reached up and planted a hand flat against the headboard and clenched your jaw, bucking back into Yoongi’s crotch. His voice was mind-numbingly deep, full of desire and danger.

“Harder it is, my love.”

You smirked, then gasped as you felt the hot sting of Yoongi’s palm on your ass, the sound reverting against the apartment walls. He didn’t stop, fucking you hard into the bed and slapping your ass as you kept up with his pace, doing half the work for him so he could focus on each sharp spank to make your ass bounce on his cock, the bed screaming for you two to stop, but neither of you noticed, completely focused on chasing wild, feral pleasure, Yoongi growling your name and you moaning at his carnal tone, soaking his skin with thick, sweet-smelling juices, pussy violently massaging his length.

“That’s it,” Yoongi hissed, breathing rapid and shallow, ceasing his slapping of your red ass to seize your hips and fuck you even harder, digging his nails into your skin and marking you with his lust. “Feels so good fucking this perfect body just the way I like.”

Fuck, his voice, taking your heart and setting your world into lustful wildfire, no one like him, nothing like this, making you lose your mind and fuck back against him harder, the roller coaster climbing higher and higher and higher, Yoongi cursing under his breath, and you were so far gone that you almost didn’t pick up his words.

“Shit, Jungkookie would have loved watching you get wrecked by me.”

A low moan ripped from your throat, the thought of Jungkook’s needy voice and expression seeing you get pounded by Yoongi’s full strength, being told to watch and probably not being able to help touching himself, fuck, you wanted it, wanted Jungkook so bad at that very moment, wanted to show him how ruined you were, knowing he would love it, crave it, desire it, fuck, it was too much and you came hard, seeing stars, planets, fuck it, the whole fucking galaxy, fingernails curling into the headboard and whining at the sensitivity, body rolling onto Yoongi’s cock and squeezing it powerfully. Yoongi gasped out your name, grip tightening as he spilled into the condom, his length pulsating and twitching into your walls. You thought that was it, but Yoongi’s fingers snaked down between your legs.

“Oh, fuck, Yoongi, Yoongi, fuck!”

He roughly rubbed your aching clit with two fingers, forcing you to cum again around his cock, moaning loudly with every convulsion of your overstimulated pussy, viscous juices clinging to the insides of your joined thighs, completely defeating the purpose of the fucking shower, but neither of you seemed to remember that, Yoongi too busy using his last ounce of strength to push you to your limit, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves and vibrating his fingertips against it, your eyes rolling back and spine clattering as another orgasm blasted through you, up your torso and straight to your head, numbing pleasure overtaking everything, arm going slack and forgetting to hold yourself up, hand slipping on the headboard, fatigue finally having its way.

Yoongi was quick to slide his hand up your belly and keep you up, wiry strength of his right arm balancing between your breasts to prevent you from falling into the bed.

“Holy f-fuck…”

The words sounded far away even though they were yours, the resounding beat in your ears being your pulse trying to catch up, nerves tingling all over, acutely aware of the tiny flinches gliding across your skin, aftershocks of a particularly explosive orgasm. Your pussy was still throbbing around Yoongi’s spent cock, locking him in your embrace. You planted your hands onto the bed and lifted yourself up rather shakily, taking the burden off Yoongi’s arm.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked, caressing the underside of your breast lightly.

You had the energy to raise one hand and give him a thumbs-up.

He rapped your ribcage. “Stop that.”

You chuckled, finding your voice a bit hoarse. “Why? You always do it in pictures.”

You heard Yoongi mumble disapprovingly behind you. “Is that why you do that? To make fun of me when I take photos?”

“Almost eight years of being an idol and you still don’t know what to do with your hands in pictures,” you teased.

He pinched your nipples roughly and you yelped.

“I know what to do with my hands around you,” Yoongi growled, rubbing them between his fingertips, your moans radiating off his walls. “And that’s what matters.”

interlude 20210419 drabble — “This is not allowed, you two.”

part vi “Shh, you’re not allowed to tell anyone.”

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Cosmic Love | Chapter One |

| C O S M I C L O V E | ~

Rather than something with a true definition, cosmic love is more of a theory, belief, or feeling involving strong spirituality. This belief revolves around the idea that individuals are spiritual soulmates that share the same life path or destiny as if they were destined to be together by the universe.

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Y/n L/n joins her undesignated sister Hayley Marshall on her trip to New Orleans to find her birth parents. On their journey they both find out Hayley is pregnant with the infamous Niklaus Mikaelson’s child. Leading the sisters to go through trials and tribulations being associated with the Mikaelson’s. Though on Y/n’s journey with the Mikaelson’s she meets two unique men, who happened to be Niklaus’s sires. Meeting the two men Y/n couldn’t help but be attracted to them for some reason. Jungkook Jeon and Taehyung Kim were their names. Both men made Y/n feel things that she’s never felt before. It didn’t take Y/n long to find out what she was feeling was love and something else. It was a love that consumed her entire being. It wasn’t just a regular or dull love; it was a Cosmic Love.

Pairing - Taehyung Kim x fem!reader x Jungkook Jeon

Main Cast - Y/n L/n (fem!reader) [ possessed shifter witch] | Taehyung Kim [ vampire / warlock AKA Heretic] | Jungkook Jeon [ Werewolf / Vampire AKA Hybrid] | The Originals cast as themselves | to be continued …

Fandoms - The Originals s1 - s5 X BTS

Warning - (18+ ) l Language l Gore l Violence l Mature themes l Poly. Rela. [bxgxb - bxb - bxg] l Spoilers

WC - almost 11k

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Lying asleep in the passenger seat of a car was a black cat. That black cat happened to be Y/n L/n who was waiting for Hayley Marshall.

Years have gone by since the two teenage girls who were now women have met, and they were closer than ever. Though the two had separated not that long ago to go on different journeys. Y/n to chase after a lead on a small pack of shifters that she met, who moved around alot. And Hayley to chase leads on her birth parents which led her to Mystic Falls and now New Orleans. After learning all she could from the pack of shifters, Y/n decided to join Hayley once again on her journey to find her parents. She promised the pack to keep in touch, but knew she needed to be with Hayley after hearing all the trouble she had got into while in Mystic Falls. Y/n knew Hayley needed someone after still coming up empty handed on information on her parents, and the events of helping the hybrids.

So, after some weeks or so here they are in New Orleans with Y/n waiting in a car for her sister.

Y/n was interrupted by the sound of the car door opening. Opening her eyes, she was met with Hayley smiling at her with a bag of food. Upon seeing the food caused Y/n to jump up in excitement but fall off the seat in her cat form. Leading Hayley to laugh as she put the food down and picked the cat up from the floor placing her on the seat. Reaching into the back seat Hayley grabbed a long black coat that was almost like a dress as she heard Y/n shift. Turning she was met with Y/n as a human bare | seeing as she can't shift with her clothes on | smiling as she tried to pick at the food in the bag Hayley brought.

"Here," Hayley started as she gave the jacket to Y/n. Putting down the food Y/n took the jacket and put it on while listening to Hayley. Y/n then began braiding her long hair that was down to her lower back.

"I got a new lead from a witch on a pack of werewolves," Hayley informed as she started the car once Y/n was settled in her seat. Nodding Y/n reached for the food again and began eating. Hayley started explaining to Y/n about the information she got from Jane-Anne Deveraux. While listening Y/n ate her food as she fed Hayley who was driving.

After some time, Hayley ended up taking out a map. She was having trouble reading while driving so she gave it to Y/n for her to read. Both were talking about random things that happened in their time away from each other while Y/n called out directions.

"So, you gotta tell me again because it amazes me so much. You can now turn into any creature or animal you want!" Hayley exclaimed in shock as she looked from the road to Y/n. Y/n chuckled hearing and seeing Hayley's shocked expression. Chuckling Hayley then turned her attention on the road.

"Yes, I can. As long as I have a full picture of the animal or creature in my memory or mind I can. It helps to also know some facts about the thing I want to shift into too. Turn that way," Y/n smiled as she pointed out the direction to go. Hayley was about to ask Y/n more questions when she was cut off by the car stopping. Grunting in frustration, Hayley slams her hands against the wheel until Y/n stops her by grabbing her arm and gets out of the car. Nodding Hayley sighing she watched Y/n go to the front of the car and open the hood. Getting out Hayley follows Y/n looking under the hood of the car.

"I can't find anything wrong with it. Can you?" Y/n questioned Hayley as she scratched her head in confusion. Hayley shakes her head finishing her assessment of the engine.

"Ugh no I can't!" Hayley exclaimed with frustration as she kicked it growling out 'stupid car' under her breath. Hayley was so close to finding another lead on her parents and has set back because of a stupid car that doesn't want to work. She was about to kick the car again but was stopped by Y/n.

"Stop! Messing up the car isn't going to fix anything Hayley. Check the map to try to find out where we are." Y/n instructed as she looked around trying to find any landmarks. Hayley complies and unfolds the map to look as she takes out her phone. After having the phone cut off, she sighs then studies the map Hayley then looks to Y/n with another sigh.

"Do you see any landmark-," Hayley was about to ask Y/n a question but was stopped by the map catching on fire. Yelping in fright, Hayley throws the map away and instantly goes on alert. Seeing the map catch fire Y/n goes on alert as well upon feeling magic nearby. And she instantly knew there were witches nearby. Y/n's instincts were going wild alerting her of danger. Which led Y/n to take off her coat and drop to all four shifting into a tiger. Hayley watched as Y/n shifted and knew something was coming and wasn't good. On alert and growling she sends out a roaring of warning. Y/n then stands in front of Hayley growling. That was when witches came out of the shadows and started to circle the two. Hayley looked around in fear but was soon met with darkness as she fell to the ground unconscious. Y/n watched as Hayley fell to the ground, her eyes glowing red as she let out another roar. That didn't stop two witches from attacking her. Many were surprised to see the two witches' necks snap. Leading the witches to look at the tiger in fright, while they were distracted Y/n ran and jumped on the closest person and attacked. Now standing on top of a lifeless body Y/n was about to attack another but flinched when she felt she was shot by something. Turning and looking she sees three tranquilizing darts sticking out of her furry stripped side. Her vision becomes blurry rather quickly and she begins to struggle to stand being that she was shot with three darts. Y/n then falls on her side and begins to succumb to the darkness. The last thing Y/n saw was a man picking up Hayley and throwing her over his shoulder, while two began walking towards her ready to lift her as she was still in her tiger form. Eyes fluttering the last thing Y/n was able to do was let out a faint growl before she let the darkness engulf her vision.

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"Welcome to the dark side of New Orleans, a supernatural playground where the living is easily lost and the dead stick around and play," A tour guide shares with a crowd. In the crowd stood a smirking Klaus Mikaelson with two curious men in tow. Taehyung Kim and Jungkook Jeon were following Klaus, accessing their surroundings curiously.

The three had split up a few months ago after Klaus was threatened by Stefan. Who was killing his hybrids. Knowing that Jungkook was in no shape to protect himself after just being turned into a werewolf vampire hybrid, Klaus sent him away. With Taehyung to help him with his transitioning, as well as to help Jungkook break the sire bond that he had upon being turned. Klaus was paranoid at first to have the sire bond lifted but after years of knowing Jungkook and Taehyung he knew he could trust them. So, with hesitancy Klaus sent them away but kept in touch with the two. Keeping them informed on what was going on in his home at Mystic Falls. Staying in touch and hearing of his troubles Taehyung and Jungkook were worried about their sire. Once hearing that someone was planning against Klaus the two were done with staying away. So, with much argument the two followed Klaus to New Orleans. Now here Taehyung and Jungkook are a little distance away and are listening as Klaus talks to a woman they know to be a witch.

"Good afternoon. Time for one more?" Klaus greet with a smile as he sat down in front of the witch.

"I have nothing to say to you," she stated while putting her things away ready to go. Before the witch could go she was stopped by Klaus.

"Oh, now, that's not very amiable, is it? You don't even know me," Klaus taunted making her sit down. Getting crowded around them, Taehyung and Jungkook moved to stand behind Klaus. Noticing the two she sends a foul look at the three men in front of her.

"I know what you are. Half-vampire, half-beast. You're the hybrid. With your pet over there who's a hybrid too. And that one a sorry excuse for a warlock, an abomination half-vampire half-siphoner." The witch sassed.

"Don't speak of us like that, "Jungkook grunted out trying to consume a growl. Hearing him led Taehyung to place a comforting hand on his arm. While Klaus tsked at the witch speaking to the witch with narrow eyes.

"I'm the original hybrid, actually," Klaus started when Taehyung stopped his speech, gesturing to cut it short. With a nod understanding they needed to find a certain witch Klaus continued, "but that's a long story for another time. I'm looking for someone. A witch. Perhaps you might be able to help me find her. Jane-Anne Deveraux," Klaus questioned.

"Sorry. I don't know," she informed Klaus. This caused Jungkook to groan aloud and lean his head in frustration. Leading the two other men to chuckle at his behavior. Because all three of them knew that the witch was lying.

"Well, now, that's a fib, isn't it? Now, you see... I know that you're a true witch amongst this sea of poseurs. So, enough with the fabrications. I've quite a temper," Klaus grunted, finally done with his nice act.

"Witches don't talk outta School in the quarter. The vampire won't allow it. Those are the rules. I don't break Marcel's rules," the witch faltered as she looked around with fear. Jungkook was confused more than ever after hearing this Marcel guy. Taehyung was as well until he remembered the name Marcel from the stories Elijah told the two once. That was a long time ago and only because both Taehyung and Jungkook were curious about why they never visited New Orleans. When they really wanted to. Klaus ended up throwing a glass at the wall and leaving the room upon hearing anything to do with New Orleans. Which led Elijah to tell them the story of Marcel, and then warn them never to bring up New Olreans nor Marcel. Which the two never did again. Taehyung understood why Klaus froze for a second hearing the name.

"Marcel's rules? Where do you suppose I might find Marcel?" Klaus questioned which the witch answered. Having the information he wanted, Klaus gestured for Taehyung and Jungkook to follow. Which they did, the three then walked to a secluded area.

"You two go ahead and explore while I check this Marcel person out, and if you find anything suspicious let me know. Understood?" Klaus instructed the two which they agreed to do. Taehyung though wanted to ask about Macel but was hesitant to. Seeing his hesitation piqued Klaus's interest so crossing his arm he asked.

"What is it, Taehyung? I can see you wanting to ask a question. It is written all over your face."

"Um you don't have to answer but... do you think it's Marcel from a long time ago?" Taehyung asked cryptically not wanting to divulge into it that much. Clueless Jungkook then finally understood the significance of the name Marcel, finally remembering the stories that Elijah told them. Klaus saw Jungkook's realization upon his expression and was shocked that the two knew of Marcel, until he came to the conclusion it was his brothers doing.

"Let me guess Elijah told you," Klaus growled out with a clenched jaw. The two answered with a nod. Klaus shook his head sighing knowing he couldn't be angry at the moment, and it was way past due. So, he let it be.

"I don't know. That's what I'm going to find out. Until then you know what to do, I'll call when we are to meet again." Klaus advised and with his enhanced speed he was gone leaving the two alone. Taehyung was stuck in his thoughts worrying about his sire. Until Jungkook pulled him away from them by grabbing a hold of his hand with a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry so much about him. He's a thousand plus year old hybrid. He can take care of himself." Jungkook said, trying to comfort him. Hearing his reassurance led Taehyung to nod with a smile. Turning to Jungkook he placed a kiss on his cheek, causing Jungkook to chuckle and look down bashfully. This caused Taehyung to smile and then tug him by his hand.

"You're right. Now where do we go first?" Taehyung beamed as he looked around with excitement. That was what the two did for the day exploring each shop, watching performers, and dancing around with each other. Soaking up the joyful time they had with one another. Still keeping an ear out for anything to do with Klaus. That is until they got a call from their sire to meet up.

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"Will you stop glaring at me! How many times do I have to say I'm sorry Y/n?" Hayley seethed at Y/n who was glaring still in her tiger form. It had been days since the two had been kidnapped by the witches. The witches had put an old metal collar that was spelled around Y/n's neck to bind her magic, but they couldn't do anything about her shifting; it was a part of her nature, nothing could stop it. So, instead to keep her from shifting into anything else other than her human form | which Y/n wouldn't change to not wanting to be vulnerable without her magic |. But to keep control of Y/n they threatened to tranquilize her again and hurt Hayley. After she was dealt with, they shifted their attention to Hayley and did multiple witch tests on her. And now finally Y/n and Hayley were informed that Hayley was pregnant with none other than Klaus Mikaelson's child. Which led Y/n to spend most of her time glaring at Hayley nowadays.

"I know! I fucked up! It was a mistake, goodness," Hayley grunted.

Listening to Hayley, Y/n huffed and rolled her eyes and went back to glaring at the pregnant woman. Seeing Y/n glare at her once more Hayley sighed and turned her attention to the wall of a tomb paying her no mind. Y/n though was still glaring but now at the cement wall as well. Y/n was frustrated with herself because she was so excited to be with Hayley once again, she ended up overlooking the sound of another heartbeat coming from her. Y/n felt if she had heard it soon, they wouldn't be in this mess. Both were shaken from their thoughts upon hearing Sophia Deveraux speaking to someone.

"We can talk freely here."

"Then I suggest you start talking. What did your sister want with Niklaus?" A man with an accent was heard. Both of the girls looked at each other with curious gazes and continued to listen.

"Isn't it obvious? We have a vampire problem, and we need help. Marcel has an army backing him. The witches have been trying to fight back. We haven't had much luck, until my sister Jane-Anne met a girl, a werewolf passing through the quarter from a small town in Virginia. She had a special connection to your brother." They heard Sophia explain to the man.

"What kind of connection?" He questioned.

"Apparently, they spent some time together. One thing led to another and now this special werewolf girl – she's pregnant. And the father of the child she's carrying is your brother Klaus." Sophia informed him.

"That's impossible," the man argued.

"Nothing is impossible, especially not when it comes to your brother. Think about it - they call him the hybrid, right?" Sophia tries to explain she then raises her voice.

"Bring them out!"

That was the last thing the two heard before two witches grabbed Hayley. Y/n growled and was readying herself for an attack but stopped once seeing a witch point a gun at her. Huffing she then followed behind the three and kept an eye on Hayley, making sure she wasn't hurt. The witches came out and appeared standing in formation around Hayley and the tiger. Elijah watches both with interest. While Hayley was confused and irritated, Y/n was huffing as she paced in front of Hayley.

"Who the hell are you?" Hayley questioned.

"Give us a moment, please." The man dismissed the witches.

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Elijah, Hayley and Y/n were inside a burial vault, lit by candles on the walls. Elijah standing a small distance away. Hayley is sitting on a bench, while Y/n sits at her feet. With her head on Hayley's lap chuffing as she runs her fingers through Y/n's fur. Elijah stands and watches the two interact with each other in amazement, but then questions.

"May I ask why you have a tiger with you? And how is it able to act... in such a manner?"

"It's not an it, it's a she. And her name is Y/n L/n, she's, my sister. She's not just a tiger, she's a hybrid. Half-witch and half-shifter," Hayley sighs, leaving out about Y/n's possession, as she continues to pet Y/n. Y/n was grateful for her not telling which met no one knew not even the witches. Though right now Y/n couldn't help but continue her chuffing loudly while closing her eyes, it was her instincts in this form taking over. This led Hayley to smile and giggle, leaning as she kissed the crown of the tiger's head. Elijah smiles watching the two.

"That is rare. I haven't heard of such a thing. I have heard of shifters though never had the pleasure of meeting any," Elijah says as he remembers what he had learned of shifters years ago. But then he sighs, grabbing the other two's attention. Elijah knew he had to get on with the topic of the witches and such.

"So, have they been holding you here against your will?" Elijah asked Hayley, who let her hand fall from Y/n's head.

"They lured me out to the bayou and grabbed us. And they did all these... weird witchy tests. Not that I understand how this could happen. I mean, vampires are dead. They can't have children!" Hayley tells him with irritation.

"Perhaps if you knew my brother's story, it might explain how this is possible. Here, if I may, "Elijah ponders. Then he tries to lay his hand on Hayley's temple and lightly on Y/n's head but Hayley recoils and Y/n growls.

"What are you doing?" Hayley questions for both.

"Relax. If you both open your minds to me, I can show you," he answers. Hayley allows Elijah to touch her head as did Y/n. And they close their eyes. Instantly Elijah was surprised he wasn't able to reach Y/n's mind, only Hayley's.

"Hmm, interesting I cannot show you Y/n. your mind is heavily blocked," he informs the tiger with interest. Wanting to distract him, Hayley grabs his attention.

"It's okay I'll tell her about it later," Hayley rushed out. Hearing this Elijah nods and places his hand back to Hayley's temple and speaks as he shows her his memories for Y/n. With the two eyes closed Y/n listens and watches the two.

"In the beginning, our family was human... A thousand years ago, now. Men that could transform themselves into wolves during the full moon," he starts and goes on to explain the story of his family and their loss. He then continues, "our family was devastated, none more than Niklaus. Desperate to protect the rest of us, our father forced our mother to call upon her black magic in order to make us stronger." Elijah then explains the story of his siblings turning. "Thus, the first vampires were born. But with this speed, this strength, this immortality, came a terrible hunger. No one felt this hunger more than Niklaus. When he killed for the first time, we knew what he truly was. He wasn't just a vampire. "

"He was also a werewolf. That's how the werewolf curse works. It isn't activated until you take a life." Hayley said, with the knowledge of being a werewolf but also interest of the family. Y/n also listens with interest as she tilts her head, she wanted to ask her own questions but couldn't. She would shift back to her human form not until her and Hayley were away from these witches.

"Niklaus was the result of an indiscretion our mother had hidden from us all. An affair with a werewolf like yourself. Infuriated by this betrayal, my father forced our mother to cast a spell that would suppress Klaus's werewolf side, denying him any connection with his true self." Elijah informs the two still in his memories.

"Your dad was a dick," Hayley insulted while Elijah chuckled. Y/n wanted to let them know her own thoughts but couldn't because they wouldn't understand.

"I'm Hayley, by the way. You should probably know my name if you're gonna tell me your whole life story. I mean, I know yours. Your family is legendary. Your brother is a notorious psycho... who I slept with. Classic me."

"I cannot excuse his behavior, but you must understand, when our father hunted him – hunted us – for centuries, every time we found a moment of happiness, we were forced to flee. Even here, in New Orleans, where we were happiest of all. Not long after Niklaus broke the spell which prevented him from becoming a hybrid, he defeated our father. I thought this would make him happy," he shakes his head but then continues, "he was angrier than ever. I wonder if perhaps this baby might be a way for my brother to find happiness. A way to save him from himself," Elijah finished and was now in thought. All three of their attention were shifted when Sophie entered the vault.

"I'm glad you feel that way, because we need your help," Sophia announced.

"What, precisely, is it that you want and what does it have to do with this young woman and her sister?" Elijah questioned looking towards Sophia with narrow eyes. As he was contemplating what to do.

"We want to run Marcel and his vampires out of town. Klaus is the key. Everything Marcel knows about being a vampire, he learned from Klaus. Marcel trusts him, looks up to him, and he won't see the betrayal coming," Sophia informs him with a look of determination.

"Yes, well, as I'm sure you're aware, my brother Niklaus doesn't like to be told what to do."

"That's why I brought you here. Marcel drove the werewolves out of town decades ago. Do you really think he's going to welcome a hybrid baby to the neighborhood? Convince Klaus to help us, and no one has to know about the newest member of the Original family," she threatened.

"That sounds remarkably like blackmail," Elijah accused with a smirk.

"Like I said, I'm desperate," Sophia said with her head held high.

"Well, then, I have my work cut out for me, don't I?" Elijah sighed, sending a look of reassurance with a nod to Hayley and Y/n then was gone instantly. Hayley was fearful in that moment and Y/n could sense it. So, turning she began rubbing her head against Hayley's thigh as she stood to comfort her. Crouching Hayley hugs the tiger and sighs soaking up Y/n affection using it as a distraction.

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After spending the day with each other Taehyung and Jungkook got a call from Klaus to meet him. All three were standing on a balcony watching the crowd below. Jungkook and Taehyung were listening intently as Klaus told them about his findings on Marcel. Both were shocked to hear Marcel was in fact the same man from the stories they heard of from Elijah. After hearing of Klaus's escapades with Marcel, they are now standing on the balcony in thought on what to do. Though they are taken from their thoughts as Elijah appears.

"Evening, Elijah." Klaus greets as he still leans over the balcony not surprised by his brother's appearance.

"Niklaus." Elijah greets but then turns his attention to the other two. Taehyung sends him a wave with a wide smile, while Jungkook sends him a wide smile as well. Seeing the two causes Elijah to smile with a chuckle, happy to see them again.

"Hello Elijah!" Taehyung beamed as he rushed forward to hug the suited Original.

"Hello Taehyung, it's good to see you." Chuckled Elijah as he returned the hug. The two were always close, taking interest in the same things and what not. The two enjoyed seeing each other again after such a long time. Small laugh escaped Taehyung as he pulled away from the hug. Returning to his spot next to Jungkook, with his wide smile still residing.

"Hey Eli," Jungkook greets with a smile, happy to see them reunite.

"Hello Jungkook, good to see you as well," Elijah nods slightly in greeting which Jungkook returns.

"Now all the greetings are over with. What an entirely unwelcome surprise Elijah." Klaus grunted out not caring for the interaction. Even though the three were always the closest. Not that they ever met Kol or Fin, and they only spent a little time with Rebekah, which meant they didn't really have a bond with them. Only two who Taehyung and Jungkook really knew were Klaus and Elijah and were closest with them out of all the Mikaelson siblings. But at times Klaus still had his moments of jealousy though.

"And what an entirely unsurprising welcome on your end Niklaus. Come with me." Elijah nods a gesture for the three to follow him. Taehyung and Jungkook were about to follow but stopped upon hearing Klaus.

"I'm not going anywhere until I find out who is conspiring against me."

"I believe I just found that out for you." Elijah informed

Elijah was back at the cemetery with the three trailing behind him. Some witches were present with Hayley and Y/n. Reaching the area where everyone was, the three were shocked to see a tiger lying on top of a tomb watching. Taehyung and Jungkook were captivated by the tiger, so much so they didn't listen to the argument that was happening between the witch and original siblings.

"Do you see the tiger too or I'm I am seeing things?" Jungkook whispered under his breath in shock as he leaned into Taehyung. Jungkook was just as amazed as Taehyung when he saw the tiger.

"No, you're not, I see the tiger too," Taehyung gushed silently, as he was awestruck by the bright orange striped feline lurking.

What the two didn't know was that Y/n was listening to them as they conversed. But she was only able to understand a few words that she learned from two of the shifters she knew. Y/n was just as lost for words seeing the two men. She knew what they were instantly upon scenting them. But Y/n thought they were ethereal, well to her they were. One with long dark hair that fell to his chin dressed in all black, topped off with a leather coat. And the other with dark hair that fell over his dark brown eyes dressed in black as well but with a turtleneck and overcoat. There was something nagging her though. Something with her instinct that was drawing her to the two. It was something so prominent to Y/n it was hard for her to resist the pull towards the two, which she did with difficulty. The three were pulled from their little world by Klaus's denial.

"No. It's impossible."

"I said the same thing myself." Elijah told Klaus trying to console him.

"This is a lie. You are all lying. Vampires cannot procreate," Klaus argued.

"But werewolves can. Magic made you a vampire, but you were born a werewolf. You're the Original hybrid, the first of your kind. And this pregnancy is one of nature's loopholes." Sophia explained to the men pointing to Hayley. Upon hearing this Taehyung and Jungkook caught up quickly with the conversation and looked at Hayley. Both listening and soon hearing a second heartbeat coming from her. They look at each other astounded with the information. But soon turned their attention to the conversation.

"You've been with someone else, admit it!" Klaus screamed at Hayley charging towards her. This led Y/n to growl loudly at Klaus causing him to growl back. It didn't scare Y/n though all she did was growl once again. And all watched as she leaped from her spot and began pacing in front of Hayley, she was starting to stress over the situation and was worrying about Hayley's safety. Seeing her stress caused Hayley to reach and grab the fur on Y/n's back pulling her gently to her side. Once Y/n was at her side Hayley looked up and snapped at Klaus.

"I've spent days held captive with Y/n in a freaking alligator bayou because they think that I'm carrying some magical miracle baby. Don't you think I would've fessed up if it wasn't yours?"

"My sister gave her life to perform the spell she needed to confirm this pregnancy. Because of Jane-Anne's sacrifice, the lives of this girl and her baby are now controlled by us. We can keep them safe. Or we can kill them. If you don't help us take down Marcel, so help me, Hayley won't live long enough to see her first maternity dress." Sophia threatened which caused many to look at her in astonishment.

"Wait, what?" Hayley questioned in fear. As Y/n began to growl profusely she wanted so badly to attack someone but seeing a witch point a gun at her made her stop. Y/n knew she couldn't afford being unconscious right now, so she made sure to stay close to Hayley.

"What the hell?" Jungkook gasped with shock as he looked at the witches in disgust. Many were shocked to hear him speak for the first time with an accent they were unfamiliar with. Jungkook didn't care for the looks though as he thought of what Sophia just said. Jungkook and Taehyung were fiercely protective of children. They always had a special spot in their hearts for them. Though Taehyung knew for a fact this child was Klaus's. He could feel with the magic he had the essences of Klaus with Hayley. Which stemmed from the child within her it was very faint, but there if concentrated enough you could detect it. Then suddenly Taehyung pieced together what Sophia said and questioned with a sigh in disbelief.

"Don't tell me your sister linked her to someone?" Taehyung asked with narrow eyes looking at Sophia. Many were shocked once again hearing him for the first time with his deep accent voice. But more so shocked that he knew what they did. What Taehyung questioned grabbed everyone's attention and caused Elijah to talk.

"Enough of this. If you want Marcel dead, he's dead. I'll do it myself."

"No. We can't, not yet. We have a clear plan that we need to follow, and there are rules." Sophia stated with confidence. Which led Elijah, Taehyung, and Jungkook to look at Klaus, awaiting his reaction.

"How dare you command me, threaten me, with what you wrongfully perceive to be my weaknesses. I won't hear any more lies." Klaus argues still not believing Hayley was pregnant with his child.

"Niklaus!" Elijah yelled, getting his attention. But his attention was soon turned to Taehyung who also said his name. Seeing Klaus look at him Taehyung nodded confirming he knew it was in true and the gesture to Hayley's stomach and spoke, "listen."

Klaus could instantly hear the heartbeat of the baby. He then looks at Hayley, to the tiger at her feet, to his brother and two sires, then finally the witches.

"Kill her and the baby. What do I care?" Klaus says with a clenched jaw and leaves. Jungkook and Taehyung were about to follow Klaus but were stopped by Elijah. All three hear Hayley exclaim as she tries to exit with Y/n.

"Screw this. I'm out of here!"

"No one touches the girls. Jungkook, Taehyung you both make sure nothing happens to them. Keep them and the child safe I will go after Klaus. Understood?" Elijah orders the two. They nod in agreement and stay back walking closer to Hayley and the tiger but keeping a distance, so they are comfortable.

"I'll fix this." Elijah states to Sophie with determination which she nods in response. Leading Elijah to vanish, leaving to go after Klaus. With him gone the witches dispersed and left the four to themselves for the time being. Upon hearing and seeing everyone leave both of the men could see Hayley and the tiger in a fearful state. Looking at one another they came up with a silent plan to distract the two. Taehyung's attention soon goes to the tiger, and he smiles in awe. Clearing his throat grabbed the girl's attention.

"I have to ask how you got your tiger?" Taehyung gushes as he crouches down in front of Y/n reaching his hand out for her to sniff.

"She's not my tiger and her name is Y/n. She's part shifter." Hayley informed the two men she still had no clue to who they were. Upon hearing Hayley introduce her, Y/n watches the man in interest. She was surprised that Taehyung still had his hand outstretched for her to sniff. Which she appreciated and hesitantly stepped forward. Upon reaching his hand Y/n took a whiff of his scent and was put in a daze. Her instincts taking over after a moment of taking in his scent, she leans into his touch. Chuckling Taehyung slowly brings his other hand up and uses both to run his fingers through her fur.

"Who are you guys anyways?" Hayley askes while watching closely as Taehyung pets Y/n.

"I'm Jungkook Jeon, and that's Taehyung Kim," Jungkook introduced, moving to give her a handshake which she accepted. Hearing his name caused Taehyung to send a smile to Hayley then turning his attention to Y/n. Upon hearing their names Y/n moves forward rubbing her head into Taehyung's chest and begins chuffing. From her bumping him Taehyung staggering back but was caught by Jungkook leading him to switch his position to kneeling. But as Taehyung petted her his hands came in contact with a metal collar, which made him confused.

"Why does she have this collar on? I can sense that it's spelled with magic. But from what I know, no magic can stop a shifter from shifting, so why is it on her?" Taehyung looked at Hayley in question.

"The witches put it on her. All I know is that it binds her magic, but something tells me there's a catch to it." Hayley shrugged, which Taehyung nodded understanding.

"Wait, she's a Hybrid?" Jungkook asked as he knelt beside Taehyung. He was now more interested than ever in who he knew was a Hybrid. Placing his hand in Y/n sight he does the same as Taehyung and waits for her to scent him.

"Yup she's half-shifter and half witch. But I'm honestly surprised she's so accepting of you both," Hayley wondered. Watching as Y/n takes a whiff of Jungkook's scent. After some time, Y/n leans into Jungkook's touch and chuffs as she instantly rubs her head into Jungkook's chest. Jungkook chuckles and runs his fingers through her fur atop of her head, as Taehyung chuckles as well petting along her back marveling at her black stripes. Y/n had no clue what was happening, but she was in a daze, as she soaked up their affection. Hayley couldn't help but chuckle watching her sister melt and turn to putty in these two men's arms.

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Not so long ago the lot of them had just found out from the witches, specifically Sophia, that she was indeed linked to Hayley as Taehyung predicted. Upon discovering this and Sophia demonstrating it on Hayley by sticking a pin in her hand caused an uproar of sorts. Which led to Jungkook and Y/n injuring two witches, they were stopped by Elijah making a deal to give them some time, midnight exactly.

When time came towards midnight their group were on alert when Elijah didn't show up on time. They soon discovered that Sophia and another witch, Agnes, was also linked to the cursed object around Y/n's neck. Not only did the collar bind one's magic but if in close distances one command or flick of the wrist from the ones who it's bound to the collar would shrink and strangle the wearer.

This time a demonstration from Agnes took place which led to another uproar involving Jungkook but also Taehyung. Seeing the feline fall to the ground gasping for air, caused Hayley to drop to her knees on the ground as a strangled sob escaped her. Also dropping to his knees Taehyung tried to siphon the magic from the collar after realizing he couldn't. He soon stood and stole the magic from a close witch and joined Jungkook in his attack against the witches. But both were stopped once again by Elijah's booming voice as he carried a body. The body happened to be Jane-Anne which led Sophia to stop Agnes's demonstration on Y/n and give Elijah more time. Before leaving, Elijah threatened the witches, then ordered Taehyung and Jungkook in their native language so hopefully the witches wouldn't understand.

"The shifter, girl, and the child remain unharmed, or Klaus will kill you all. And I will let these two continue on with their activities. And I will help them. You two continue on with keeping them safe, if they lift a finger to either of the girls you may kill as many until I return." And with a nod from Sophia and the two men he left. With a deal with the witches and the hybrid and heretic in charge of the girls' safety.

Now after finding out the new knowledge the four were getting to know each other a little more for some time. The four were now sitting. Jungkook and Taehyung were on a bench both talking about the situation they were in in their native tongue.

Next to them not far away was Hayley with Y/n next to her lying her tiger head on her lap, still exhausted from the workings of the collar. Both Y/n and Hayley were in a daze of sorts thinking. Hayley cursed herself for getting herself and her sister involved in such things worried about their future. Y/n more fearful because of the binding of her magic but also not being able to hear the one possessing her, their voice, along with fear over her and her sister's future, she was also angry that such an object could weaken her so much. Once thinking about these things caused Y/n to become stressed and grow anxious. Leaping from her spot on the bench she shook out her fur and began to pace.

Seeing her, Jungkook and Taehyung sent each other a look of concern. Hayley looked at her but didn't know what to do, so with a sigh she put her head to her hands. Which led Taehyung to get to take a seat and comfort her. Sighing Jungkook looked at the tiger with empath, he knew what she was going through. Being he was attuned with his wolf side scenting her Jungkook instantly knew the tiger was overstressed. So, getting up from his spot Jungkook went to Y/n. Jungkook piqued her interest as he sat on the ground not far from her reaching his hand for her. Seeing this had Y/n tilt her head in confusion but went to him anyway. Reaching his hand once again there was a pull that Y/n felt towards the hybrid that had her confused. But being in such a state she didn't really care; she just wanted the comfort.

What Y/n didn't know was that Jungkook felt a sort of pull to her as just half as intense as her, all he knew is the feeling stemmed from his wolf. Taehyung had a pull as well too due to his magic towards her but not as severe as the other two.

After Taehyung was done comforting Hayley with words of reassurance. The two looked up hearing the affectionate chuffing of Y/n once again. What they saw put smiles upon their faces. Y/n was lying half her body on Jungkook as he hugged the tiger. The two then heard the one-sided conversation Jungkook was having with her.

"- don't have to worry. Elijah will get Klaus to see reason. And I'll keep you all safe, no matter what. I'm sure Taehyung will too." Jungkook reassured the tiger who began chuffing louder upon hearing his promise. Jungkook wouldn't usually be so affectionate towards anyone beside Taehyung which confused him. But something within him just didn't care, all he knew was that he had to protect Y/n.

"I will keep you both safe as well, and the child too," Taehyung soothed with a promise. Taehyung couldn't help but get attached to Y/n, just as he knew Jungkook was. He knew there was a connection Taehyung could feel it with the magic he had, he just didn't know what. He promised himself he would look into it later after everything had calmed down and there was time. But what had him curious and puzzled over was what Y/n looked like. He wanted to put a face to this feline.

"Thank you, both of you." Hayley smiled gratefully. The four were interrupted by a clearing of a throat. It was Elijah who was standing at the entrance with a small smile.

"We may go," Elijah informed. Looking at the four Elijah knew then and there would be a special bond between them. But more so Jungkook, Taehyung and Y/n. He could tell by the way Jungkook was still holding Y/n and the way Taehyung looked at her.

"What about the witches and Klaus?" Taehyung was the first to ask Elijah as he stood. As he stood Hayley did as well. Grunting Y/n rolled off of Jungkook and stood on all four. Chuckling Jungkook joined them as he dusted himself off.

"Niklaus was able to be convinced. And the witches have also agreed for the girls to come with us." Elijah answered, leading the way out of the cemetery.

Walking out of the cemetery the five discuss what has happened. When they came upon a truck that was Elijah's, Jungkook was the first to look at Y/n. This caused all of them to turn and look at the tiger. They all thought the same thing: a tiger wouldn't be able to fit in the truck. But Y/n was still clueless and kind of uncomfortable with the stars she was receiving. Seeing her shuffle on her paws and look uncomfortable, Jungkook was the first to quickly say.

"Um kitten... me and the others don't think you'll fit in the truck. Do you think you can shift? Maybe into something smaller," he soothed with a smile. That was when Y/n understood and nodded, looking around she checked if there was anyone passing by. Which led Taehyung and Jungkook to form a wall to shield her from others. And with that they all watched in amazement beside Hayley. The hair from Y/n's tiger form diminished as did her striped tail and instead of fur human S/c skin came into view. As the fur disappeared the tiger ears seemed to shrink, and were replaced with human ones, but they were soon hidden by long h/c hair that grew. They were soon met with a bare woman with a collar that was standing in front of them.

"That-that was very interesting," Jungkook stuttered and looked away flustered.

"What?" Y/n asked clueless.

"Y/n what have we talked about shifting into a human?" Hayley scolded lightly with a small smile from the passenger seat window. This question caused Y/n to have to think what they had talked about. And her mind went blank she didn't know what was wrong, which led her to feel kind of stupid and scratch head nervously. Looking at her Taehyung thought she was adorable, and he was relieved to put a face to the tiger. But seeing her so genuinely clueless he couldn't see her suffer anymore, because she seemed to be giving herself a headache from thinking so hard. So, he took off his coat which Elijah was about to do and gave her his. Y/n was cut from her think by a black coat coming into her view, and then it came to her.

"Oh, shifting into a human means no clothes," Y/n beamed as she thought of the answer. Putting on the coat it engulfed her, but what caught her attention was the delicious scent coming from it which led her to pull it closer to her. This caused everyone to chuckle at her naiveness.

"Yes Y/n, that makes people uncomfortable remember," Hayley teasingly reminded her when everyone was in the truck. Elijah driving, Hayley in the passenger's seat, and Y/n trapped in between Jungkook and Taehyung. Which Y/n didn't mind one bit she was too busy trying to scent the air that wafting from them discreetly. But wasn't discreet enough because Jungkook and Taehyung could hear her take deep breaths, which led them to send a smirk to each other knowing what she was doing. The two knew that there was something going on between the three of them having talked about in their native tongue when at the cemetery and they wanted to find out what. But knew now wasn't the time so all they did was observe her and get to know her.

"Shut up Hayley, you act like I'm stupid. I may be slow at times but I'm not stupid. I just forgot, it's been so long that I had to remember and worry about clothes," Y/n grumbled as she sunk into the seat and crossed her arms. Wincing she had to shuffle because she felt a tug on her hair and realized she was sitting on it. Smiling Taehyung helped her and pulled the hair from behind her as she sat up. And he marveled at how long it was, all he wanted to do was play with it. Watching Jungkook chuckled as he held out his arm, so Y/n didn't fall forward.

"Whatever you say Y/n," Hayley teased with a smile watching the three interact almost instinctively.

"May I ask what made you forget?" Elijah questioned having listened to the conversation and watching from the rearview mirror. He was now seeing the three act and was wondering how they can act so naturally after meeting for the first time.

"I recently traveled with a small pack of shifters for a while, and we didn't really worry about clothes that much. We focuse more on animal instinct, and they take over more now. But along the way I forgot some things. But I don't regret it, it was freeing." Y/n informed with a shrug leaning over Taehyung completely as she looked out of the window watching with interest. She was leaning so much over him she was almost sitting on his lap. Taehyung chuckled at how she was acting, finding it endearing, reaching out to hold her in place so she didn't fall. Hearing this caused the three men to nod understanding. Now knowing that her morals were different, and as a shifter who has accepted who they are her animal instincts were more prominent which made her different all together. Hayley nodded as well, as she had already been told and accepted her sister the way she was now.

"I'm pretty sure they can tell Y/n," Hayley chuckled, turning around looking at her awestruck sister. Who was amazed at all the lights and people. It had been a long time since Y/n was in an open scenery like this and near people. When she was with the shifters she was away from civilization for a long time. Though she had been with Hayley for a few weeks she was still getting used to everything. But upon hearing her sister, Y/n ended up giving her the middle finger in response as she kept looking out the window, which Hayley gasped dramatically at faking hurt. This led the group to laugh at the two sisters' interaction and continued their way to their destination.

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The five were now in a huge, white house along with Klaus. At the moment everyone was scattered. Though right now Hayley and Y/n were pulling sheets off of things in a room. As Hayley began coughing because of the dust, Y/n walked to her patting her on the back gently. Smiling at her, Hayley threw an arm around Y/n giving her a side hug as she laid her head atop of hers. Sighing, Y/n placed an arm around her sister and stood there, letting her know she was there. They broke apart hearing Elijah though from the doorway. He was accompanied by Jungkook who had a bowl of popcorn and was eating.

"Are you alright?" Elijah questioned Hayley with concern hearing her cough.

"Just dust. This place is ancient," Hayley answered nonchalantly.

"Yes, it should serve our purposes. It's a sanctuary from our business in the Quarter. Right now, you are the most important person in this family. You need a good home. So, I'm curious... in all this time, has anyone asked you how you feel?" Elijah asked Hayley. Y/n and Jungkook looked at the two and watched awkwardly. The two felt as if they were intruding in a moment between the two others.

"About having a miracle baby with a psychotic one-night-stand?" Hayley jokes.

"About being a mother."

"I – I was abandoned when I was born, and my adoptive parents kicked me out the second that I turned into a wolf. So... I don't really know how I feel about being a mother because I... I never really had a good one." Hayley sighed as she thought about how she was going to go about raising a child. Hearing this Y/n didn't care if she was interrupting as she placed a hand on Hayley's arm for comfort.

"I will always protect you. You have my word on that. Both of you," Elijah looked at Hayley for a moment longer then turned to Y/n. Jungkook watched with a smile as he ate his food, mumbling out as he raised his hand.

"Me too."

This caused the girls to laugh but stop as Klaus appeared.

"And noble Elijah always keeps his word." Klaus smirked sarcastically.

"Is it done?" Elijah turned to asked

"As a matter of fact, yes. Your underhanded deal worked quite well. Marcel was only too happy to accept my blood even as he accepted my heartfelt apologies. His man, Thierry, yet lives and I remain a welcome guest in the French Quarter. My only concern now is this coven of impudent witches." Klaus walked to the four that stood in the room.

"I believe them to be honorable. They did release Hayley to me. Although, they haven't been entirely forthcoming. Marcel obviously has something that they need. They don't want him dead. There must be a reason why." Elijah informed with a thoughtful look as he and Klaus walked out of the room together. Leaving Jungkook and the girls there. Shrugging he offered Y/n and Hayley some popcorn. Chuckling Hayley declined and left the room. Smiling Y/n reached and took some to eat, and both walked beside each other getting to know one another more.

"So, what's your favorite animal to shift into?" Jungkook gushed out a question. He was smiling widely because he found Y/n so interesting. She was a shifter that was already a rare creature, but she was also a witch making her a hybrid, which made her an even more rare creature. Reaching over to grab a handful of popcorn she answered.

"I don't really have a specific creature, a group of species I like to shift into which are felines." Y/n beamed happy to be able to talk to someone new about her shifter heritage. She kind of missed being able to do her magic but she is grateful to still be able to shift.

"Oh, I love shifting into a velociraptor!" Y/n exclaimed as she skipped next to him. But she soon stopped when Jungkook paused in his footsteps. Looking at him she was concerned to see him with wide eyes and jaw dropped. Stepping in front of him she poked his shoulder. Which led him to look down at her with a shifted look from shocked to awe and excitement.

"YOU CAN SHIFT INTO DINOSAURS?" Jungkook cried out as he waved his hands almost making the popcorn fly everywhere. Y/n soon chuckled and nodded with a smile seeing his excitement.

"Yea I can, it's very hard for shifters to do. It takes time. And it's more painful. The only reason I can shift into a Velociraptor so easily is because I practiced a lot. And by a lot, I mean a lot. And I had to research them a lot too. It's the only dinosaur I can really shift into. The others not so much, I was only really fascinated with the Velociraptors." Y/n informed Jungkook as she skipped away at the end of her speech. Jungkook listened to every word she said and scuffled to follow her.

"Why Velociraptor? And I thought shifting wasn't painful for shifters?" Jungkook walked in step with Y/n offering her more popcorn which she took.

"Not painful!" Y/n scoffed hearing that then continued," shifting is painful. Always is always will be. You're reconstructing your body. It's just for shifters it's a pain that we grow used to over time and become addicted to. But it is more painful to shift into new creatures or bigger ones. And certain species are painful to shift into for certain shifters. Every shifter varies. Say like me I can shift into furry animals with ease but shifting into reptiles hurt like a bitch. It's because the scales hurt more for me to shift to, but fur is easier and more natural for me." Y/n explained turning to Jungkook to see if he was following which he nodded to her. Though behind him she was met with Taehyung listening just as closely and interested as Jungkook was. He then voiced his arrival which led Jungkook to jump scared, being he wasn't listening to his surroundings but Y/n.

"Then why a Velociraptor?"

"Damn it, Tae you scared the shit out of me!" Jungkook gasped, turning to look at him.

"It wouldn't have happened if you were paying attention to your surroundings Kook." Taehyung scolded the hybrid with a knowing look which led Jungkook to look away knowing he was right. But both soon turned their attention to Y/n who was watching with a smile.

"Yeah, why a Velociraptor? Especially if it hurts for you to shift to reptiles and they're pretty big from what I know about them." Jungkook asked, shoving more popcorn in his mouth. Thinking about how to explain Y/n sighed looking at the two as she pouted her lips. Taehyung and Jungkook both thought at the same moment that she was adorable.

"Hm I was always fascinated with Velociraptors after seeing them in a movie. They're smart and incredibly fast. Once I found out I could shift into whatever creature I wanted. Velociraptor instantly popped into my mind with felines. I didn't learn to shift into either of them until I met the pack. I was too scared to shift into something new knowing the pain. And at the moment I could only shift into small animals, the only big animal at the time I knew was a panther. And I loved shifting into a panther. Now when I started to learn more about shifting from the pack, I asked them to help which they did. But it took them by surprise that I was so dedicated being I was a shifter and a witch, they thought I would lean more towards my magic since it's less painful. And when I could shift to felines and furry creatures as I call them with ease and more so. They thought that those were my specialty. But they were surprised when I could shift into a Velociraptor with ease without the usual pain. As I said it took a lot of time though and dedication." Y/n shared with the two shrugging. The two listened to the woman intently and were amazed. But their whole conversation was cut short as they walked past a room and heard Elijah and Klaus. Looking at each other the three sent one another a look as they stood closer to listen.

"Rebekah may still surprise us. After all, we all swore the same vow." They heard Elijah inform Klaus. The three didn't know if the two could hear them so they stood incredibly still.

"I hope she stays far away. Because in my desire to reclaim this town, to steal from Marcel that which he holds most dear, I have realized one massive vulnerability. One weakness that Marcel could exploit." Klaus says. Y/n was confused about who they were talking about until Taehyung mouthed 'sister' to her in the middle of Klaus's speech. And by the end the three were confused as to what Klaus was talking about.

"And what is that?" They heard Elijah ask.

"You." They heard Klaus answer. That was when Jungkook had enough of listening behind the door and opened it with his free hand. The three watched as Klaus daggers Elijah with the silver dagger. And Elijah groans as he falls into Klaus's arms. And they listened as Klaus said "forgive me, my brother. There is no power in love. Mercy makes you weak. Family makes you weak. If I am going to win this war, I have to do it alone."

Looking up Klaus was surprised to see the three. Y/n looked to be in shock, Jungkook was still eating his popcorn, and Taehyung was shaking his head with sadness and disappointment.

"That was just cold," Jungkook was the first to say as he munched.

"Will he pop up and awake from the dead soon? Because that's happened with my vampire friend once and he scared the hell outta me," Y/n asked as she playfully widened her eyes and gasped for air with a hand to her chest. She then continued as she took a handful of the diminishing popcorn from Jungkook's bowl. Y/n was so into her story she didn't take the social cues to stop talking from Klaus and Taehyung. Jungkook watched the three covering his mouth trying not to laugh.

"I mean I was so scared I smacked the shit out of him. Let's just say he wasn't expecting that when he came back from the dead. He ended up ignoring me for days. That is until I shifted into a kitten and kept bugging him to show me some attention and-" Y/n story was cut short by Taehyung's hand. Who was trying hard not to smile at her as she looked at him with wide eyes. That is until he felt her tongue swipe against his hand and his face changed to disgust.

"Did you just lick me?" Taehyung pouted as he looked from his hand to Y/n. And that was when Jungkook let out a huge laugh at the two. Reaching Taehyung tried to wipe it on Y/n but she swiftly placed Jungkook between them.

"I'm sorry I don't know what came over me. I think it was my animal instincts." Y/n smirked playfully.

"You liar," Taehyung said as he tried reaching over Jungkook to Y/n. Leaning away Y/n dodged his attempts to touch her. But what everyone didn't know was how true Y/n was when she said it was her animal instincts. His scent gland on his wrist smelt so delicious and so close to her nose she couldn't help but lick. She blames it on her feline and canine instincts. But as the two played with Jungkook in the middle throwing his arms up trying to escape the two. Which was a failed attempt because Y/n kept placing him in front of her. The three froze, stopping their playing though with aloud clearing of the throat. Elijah's body was long gone out of view. And the noise was Klaus who was watching with a smirk as he leaned against a table. This caused them to straighten themselves up having forgotten Klaus was there and about the whole daggering Elijah.

"Well, if you three are done. What are you two doing here? And who's your little friend?" Klaus asked, looking at the three.

"Klaus this is Y/n L/n half-shifter half witch, she was the tiger from before and is also Hayley's sister. Y/n this is Klaus Mikaelson the hybrid who's me and Taehyung's sire, and also the one who knocked up your sister. Now that introductions are over, and it comes to my mind. Y/n come on you're going to shift into a Velociraptor for us." Jungkook rushed out as if he had eaten a whole bunch of candy but was in fact just excited as he pulled Y/n to follow him.

"When did I agree to this?" Y/n asked with a chuckle letting him pull her.

"Are we not going to go over the fact Klaus just dagger Elijah?" Taehyung asked as he followed the two because he really wanted to see Y/n shift into a dinosaur. Klaus was not too far behind just observing the three, especially the hybrid woman who seemed to have gained Taehyung and Jungkook's attention.

"If it doesn't involve me or you it's not my business." Jungkook waves the subject off not really wanting to think about it.

"What are your thoughts Miss L/n?" Klaus questioned wanting to know how she felt on the matter.

"Call me Y/n. And hey it isn't my business. I'll just warn you that Hayley's going to be pissed. I think something is going on between them if you know what I mean." Y/n whispered at the end playfully while wiggling her brow. This caused the three men to laugh as the four of them stepped out of the house. The three were ready to witness Y/n shift. Taehyung and Jungkook were jumping with excitement and Klaus was watching with interest and a small smile. He knew a lot about shifters having come across a few in his days and he always had a soft spot for them. So, he watched Y/n very closely wanting to know about her. Especially since His two favorite sires seemed to be growing close and quite attached to her.

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Talks, Teases and Tea

Warnings: I can’t think of any. They’re just talking about boundaries and lightly teasing and tickling ech other. Brief Ler!Aizawa and Lee!Hizashi with implied Lee!Toshinori. About 2500 words.

Kanene’s notes: Heya! I’ve been wanting to finish this fic for a while! I wanted to write a bit more about it because it is an interesting scenario but dfghjdfghjr I was already losing the tracks with this quite long fic, so, yay! I am glad I am finally sharing this w u all <3. I hope u like this ^v^

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Toshinori winced at his own smile, staring at the cup of tea in front of him with an intensity that wasn't really needed. His gaze flicked quickly across the two guests in the room, analysing the situation. Aizawa drank his tea slowly, partly oblivious to Hizashi, who kept drumming his finger on the tabletop in a rhythm he was sure he heard somewhere, humming a song. Their gazes locked together and Toshinori couldn't help the slight blush which traveled to his cheeks. They quickly averted their eyes.

Aizawa's loud, exasperated sigh flew across the room. "You two are ridiculous."

Hizashi and Toshinori broke down in giggles, not really denying the black haired teacher words, the acknowledgement of how they, professional heroes trained to act through the nervousness and pressure, just spent minutes deviating glares and blushing like teenagers in love making them only laugh harder.

"It's kind of silly, isn't it?" Yagi was the first to get himself together, softly smiling under Shouta's intense eyes.

"Yes." The aforementioned retorted. "But it's necessary."

"We can't say it isn't even a bit awkward, though." Hizashi contemplated, stirring a spoon on his untouched drink. His smile became wicked as he wiggled his fingers in front of Aizawa's face. "Aren't you nervous about sharing your deepest desires with us, Shou?"

He yelped as the other batted his hand away, scoffing, not unkindly. "Stop, you're scaring Toshinori."

The attention switched to the taller one. Showing vulnerability was difficult to all of them, but to the former number one hero it sometimes felt as if he would never be able to fully do it.

He was working on that.

"Oh, shit, sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay, Hizashi-san." Yagi scratched at his neck, wondering if the hot feeling painting his cheeks would ever disappear. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't trust you with it." His grin was small, but honest.

Aizawa did his best to not get up from his chair and hide Toshinori on his capture weapon before he killed him with cuteness, just as he did with his cats. At his side, Hizashi made a show of placing his hands on his chest and crying "My heart!" dramatically as if he just got shot. All Might's face got even redder.

"Right." The erasure hero started before his urge became stronger. "Let's start with a safeword."

"Right." Yagi beamed, getting a small notepad in hands and hurrying to find a blank space on it.

He looked up when no more suggestions filled the air, only to find a very amused green gaze staring right at him as the other grumbled something about not being awake enough for that and stole Hizashi's tea. "Toshi, dear, what are you doing?"

"I'm, uh, actually I…" He cleaned his throat. "My memory is kind of bad so I was wondering that I could, maybe, take notes?”

"Will they be coded?"

"Yes."

“Then I don’t care. Do what works for you.”

"Oooh," Yamada popped in, hands resting on the tabletop as his body inclined forward. "Clever! Such a clever idea! Can you teach it to me later? And let me take pictures?"

"O-of course, Hizashi-san."

Shouts huffed, amused. "You know he will use all that information against you, right?"

"Shhh! Shou, don’t expose my evil plan!"

"Maybe we could use the Spotlight system?" Yagi cut their bickering, knowing the lengths they could take their playfulness and he really doubted he would have the courage to finish this conversation another day.

"Bo-o-ring! We should choose something more unique and new! Something more like..." The blonde's eyes suddenly gathered a dangerous glint. "I am here."

"No."

"Absolutely not."

"No, no, no, Toshinori-san, hear me out, hear me out!" His words almost couldn't be understood across his crackles, the voice hero trying to make the Number One hero to stop hiding his face, knowing that any attempt of reasoning about this with Aizawa would be quickly ignored. "Think about it! Think carefully about it!"

The called one peaked between the fingers of the hand, opening his mouth to vehemently protest against the use of his hero persona’s trademark phrase, but then, in that exact moment Yamada pointed to Shouta.

Suddenly, a very clear image of his gloomy, reserved coworker, with a gigantic smile plastered on his face shouting "I am here!" between his frantic, low laughter filled his mind.

He took a steady breath.

"I am tempted," was his final verdict.

"Yes!"

"I refuse."

"Democracy is really a bitch isn't it?" Hizashi pouted in fake empathy. "I promise I won't tease you... too much."

"I can and will kill you both before that. I am an underground hero, I have my ways."

Yagi chuckled. "I still believe we could use the spotlight system, too. It's faster."

"Noo, Toshinori-san! We were almost winning!"

Aizawa flicked him on the forehead, lips quirking upwards before he sobered. "We also need a word to signal a need for a break and a non verbal one. That is not negotiable."

Hizashi blinked, red dusking his initially confident expression. "Oh, yeah, this is actually a very good idea."

"For the non verbal we could tap out?"

"Nope. I trash around too much, probably would do this without even realizing it…" How could Yamada talk so freely about this, Yagi would never truly understand. "Ah, I know! We could just snap our fingers!” He was fast to demonstrate his words. “Quick and easy!"

"And we could use Break as the other one, everyone agrees?" Aizawa nodded at the affirmative sounds said by the others. "Good. Bondage?"

Silence.

"I am… not very comfortable with it as the ler, but…" Hizashi drummed his fingers harder on the tabletop, stopping only when Aizawa gave his mug back, happy in occupying his antsy hands with it. "Sometime... When I am in a strong Lee mood, I like the light ones?"

"Always ask before, then." Yagi smiled kindly at him before scribbling that down. "Shouta-san?"

"Yes. Just not my arms."

"Right."

"And you Toshinori-san?"

The pencil stopped for a second. Yagi chuckled nervously.

"...I don't really know."

He couldn't describe it. That not quite quite, but definitely there, feeling that accommodated on his chest everytime he thought about it.

"It's okay." Yamada reassured. "It's never too late to discover and try it! When you feel comfortable enough to do that, of course. Also, don’t forget: just one word and we will stop."

"This talk is important exactly because of that."

Warmth filled Yagi’s chest at care and the safety that flowed from each act, each word from the other two.

"Of course." His tune then became serious. When did he get so soft in the first place? "And, if any of your preferences change, warn me. This needs to be comfortable for all of us, right?"

"Will do."

Shouta hummed in agreement.

"Okay. Aaand what about petnames?"

Suddenly, Yagi was very, very happy for having that conversation in person and not through shy, quick messages in their shared group - how he first intended for it to be,- because otherwise he wouldn't have had the gold opportunity to watch how fast Aizawa’s face was able to blush entirely with a single sentence.

The Erasure Hero lifted his gaze, gave a quick glance between Hizashi’s smug expression and Toshinori’s truly awed one and immediately shrunk on his chair, arms crossed and grumpy grubbles being chewed under his breath, the red on his features still shining brightly.

“Fuck.” Both of the other two integrants in the room snickered at the curse.

“Baaabeee.~”

“Shut up. I hate you.”

“My deeear, my adorably, adorable blushy toyy.~”

Shouta twitched in his place, an uncontrollable wobbly smile opening its way to his lips, butterflies jumping and dancing non stop on his stomach. He shrunk even further on the chair, refusing to hide his face only because he knew how much of a fuel that would be for both blondes.

(And, maybe because deep down, he liked the attention he was receiving.)

“I am going to leave.”

“Aww, why? The serious, grumpy Shouta can’t stand letting his bestest friends knowing that he is actually a soft, adorable, flustered-” at each adjective Hizashi ignored the other’s - admitelly fake - sharp gaze in order to poke his stomach with every word. “-little wiggle lee?”

It took just a blink of an eye. In a second Yamada was tormenting him, having an absolute blast with the way Shouta’s blush was travelling all the way to his neck, chest shaking with his attempts to trap the bubbling giggles inside, and, on the other, the underground hero used their proximity to grab the Voice Hero’s hand and twist him so the blond would be trapped on his arms, a surprised high pitched sound flying the air.

“I would be very careful with my next words, if I were you.” The black haired hero adjusted them so his low tune would hit directly Hiazhi’s unprotected, and also very sensitive, ears, that act alone being able to fish more whining noises from the blond.

“And you.” Toshinori couldn’t help the way his soft smile turned into a nervous one when those black, deep eyes stared directly on the bottom of his soul, the redness of his face taking some of the sharpness of his words, however. “Don’t think you’re out of danger just because there is a table between us. We know I’m faster.”

“I wouldn’t dream about it, Shouta-san.” Yagi replied with an amused placating gesture, his entire face filled with softness. “I was just appreciating how considerate and attentive it was from Hizashi-san’s part to bring up such an important topic and also how great it was for you to let him have some fun before your immediate reaction.”

He watched with a sweet interest and a polite faked confusion, as if he couldn’t understand the impact his words and the implications they held, as their faces were set on flames again with his blunt honesty.

“You’re on thin fucking ice.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Shouta-san!” The former number one hero chipped before innocently writing down a few more lines on his notes.

“Yagi-san!” Yamada whined. “I thought we were a team! Partners in crime! Two forces that gathered together to bring Shouta down. How could you betray me like that?!”

Toshinori just grinned free of any guilt, not taking long before he sobered again. “Is there, however, any nickname you’re not comfortable with, Shouta-san, Hizashi-san?”

The one with vivid green eyes seemed lost in thought for a moment, so the underground hero’s grumbles were easily noticed in the sudden silence.

“Just don’t call me any variation of ‘pet’ and you’ll be fine.”

“Thank you.” Toshinori replied, writing that information down as well.

“Oh, yeah, I just remembered something. It’s not really a nickname and more of a situation? I think it can be called that?” Hizashi cocked his head to the side, fingers tapping on the temple of his glasses. “I mean, it’s not the topic here and I can wait for when talk about it, of course! I just literally remembered it-”

“Hizashi. Spill it.”

“Right. Okay. Hm, don’t call for help while we’re at it?”

Shouta furrowed his eyebrows, not really getting the reason for the wish. His gaze found Yagi’s one and found confusion there as well, however both were quick to let it be buried away by understanding.

If Hizashi wanted to share his reasoning in the future, he would. It was not in their place to question his boundaries.

“Of course, dear.”

Hizashi could barely describe the warm, nice feeling filling his chest when he heard Toshinori calling him that, immediately melting when Aizawa gave his back a few light scratches, not enough to tickle, but just the nice tad of a good, comforting gesture.

“Softies, softies. All of you.” He sing sang cheerfully at them.

A squeeze on his tummy made a loud squeal cut any other teasing he might come up with. “I can show Yagi how soft you can be.” Aizawa purred, his hands slowly crawling to strategic, ticklish spots on his belly and thighs.

“Shouta. Shouta, wait! Y-you know I was only kidding, my dear, my sunshine, my old pal, my very kind, very, very forgiving friend!” Yamada’s wiggles become stronger, titters spilling from his lips in between his pleas, body squirming and trying to escape from the other’s still strong hold.

“Don’t think you will able to escape so easily, not after the whole ‘petnames’ topic you decided to bring up.” His titters evolved to fast giggles when Aizawa decided it would be a good idea to place surprising pokes and prodding on his skin. “Also, a serious, sad face doesn’t fit you.”

“We stihihill have to finish the conversation!” Aizawa hummed, not convinced. “Yagi, my hero, tell him!”

Toshinori wouldn’t point himself as a coward, really. He had faced and battled against all kinds of villains with a reassuring smile and a booming laughter on the tip of his tongue, he had survived a meeting with Nedzu and Gran Tourino’s training.

However, as Aizawa’s smirk was thrown in his direction in sync with a sharp, playful gaze, he couldn’t stop the excited squeak that escaped from his mouth.

Also, at the scene of a previously smug Yamada giggling himself silly and staring at him with a fake pout, maybe he couldn’t help but feel a little playful, as well. Besides, even though he would deny it until his end days, Yagi knew how much soft Aizawa truly was when it came to the people he cared about, therefore the underground hero would be careful to not cross any of the blond’s boundaries.

“Oh, my, it seems like the tea is cold.” He got up, gathering the cups on his arms. “Maybe we could take a deserved break before discussing the rest of the topics, right? I will make more tea.” And he grinned, light and innocently, at Hizashi’s energetic protests, which grew more less like words and more like a mess of laughter, snorts and giggles as the tallest friend directed himself to the kitchen.

After a few more minutes of tickles, Aizawa stared at the smiley mess on his hold with a dangerous shine on his eyes.

“You’re really a tickle monster, aren’t you?” Hizashi chuckled.

“It’s not my fault that he really believes he can escape from the same fate of yours.”

Yamada huffed a laugh, lightly smacking his arms. “Go. But soon enough I will catch my breath, so don’t forget to watch your back. ~”

Aizawa gave his hips a warning pinch before snorting as he got up, looking at the kitchen’s direction with a smirk on his face. “Good luck with that.”

Needless to say, they had a very giggly break.

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