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kthecutest · 9 months

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hello uhm I recently just followed your account because I am very interested in the way you write smut stuff or au's in general and hope your gonna like my idea <3

can you please do legal line like including Jo and yuma considering they are I think 19? and whether they are sub or dom <3

if you are not comfortable with writing it it's totally fine<3

and uhm I already asked so much questions but can I be 🤍anon? but if it's not alright its fine<3

-anon

Of course! you can be 🤍anon! I'm sorry I replied so late, I wanted to finish your request by the time I reply ໒꒰ྀི ╥﹏╥ ꒱ྀིა I'm so glad you love my way of writing! and I hope you'll enjoy this post and my upcoming future posts as well!

&Team legal line : Dom&Sub Dynamic˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙˚＊

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Pairing : &Team legal line x f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

K – Hard Dom

Literally I cannot see K as anything other than a hard dom. No matter how cutesy he acts normally, in bed he’s a beast no doubt. He’s the kind of dom who would set out a whole reward and punishment system from the very beginning. But really it didn’t matter because for you both reward and punishment represents the same thing – pleasure. You don’t even have to request him for any experiments you wanna try out, because he is the most experimental bitch okay. He’s flexible as fuck too so he’ll fuck you in every possible position and make you cum and squirt in each of them. And it’s not just the positions that he’ll be experimenting on, expect to be trying out all sorts of toys in his sight all night until you’re all spent and passed out in the morning. He’ll also edge you as punishment, pulling out his fingers every time you felt your orgasm approaching leaving you whining and sobbing. As reward, he’ll overstimulate you, swirling his tongue skillfully around your clit while pounding three of his digits into your dripping pussy till you feel all numb and dumbified. Dirty talk 100% too, harsher words if its angry sex of course. Prepare for him to degrade you, mock you and tease you in every possible vocabulary ever.

“You wouldn’t want euijoo to see how much of a slut you are right~?”

Fuma – Soft Dom

His body maybe built as fuck but his heart has such a sweet spot for you. He’s more of a lovey dovey person rather than a degrader. But that doesn’t stop him from destroying you with his huge girthy cock though. He’ll pour out praises and whines while pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. Bro is a softy at heart but he’s definitely not soft down there. Would repeatedly whine your name out loud when he started chasing his own orgasm. 100% into breeding you so bad, just watching your pussy getting filled to the brim with his seed to the point your stomach started swelling up at one point. He’d lose his mind from just that sight. Definitely a cum eater. He would pull out after filling you up, before kneeling on his knees, head between your legs and started lapping up the mixture of your and his cum that spills out your stretched pussy.

“You look so cute… falling apart on my tongue baby..~”

Nicholas – Wild Switch

Feel like everyone in the legal line has their own chosen sides like either dom or sub accurately but this dude, this bitch got no sides, because he be taking every role. All depends on your request. If you say you wanted to take the lead, he’ll definitely lay himself beneath for you to use him however you want. But he’ll still definitely be bratty about it though, would piss you off, mocking you, saying how what you’re doing to him is so ineffective and weak, just so you would grow wilder. But if you put him in charge though… bro turns into K honestly. You cannot stop this man. He is like K number 2, he will have you moaning and gushing all over his cock until you’re on the verge of passing out. Not to mention, it’s very easy to make Nicho jealous, you can easily tell if your little mischievous plan works or not from the look on his face. He’ll drag you away to the nearest isolated area and break your mind with his cock.

“Fuck.. had your fun pissing me off huh~?”

Ej – Soft Sub

Whiny soft sub. That’s what Ej is. It’s just the easiest thing ever to make Ej blush. Just a small dirty little tease and he’s already up and ready, his face flushed. A subby pervert so any slight wording or action, could get his cock twitching to life. Once that happens, you’d best believe you’ve got a whole lot of responsibility on your hands now. Because that boy more specifically his girthy cock has infinite stamina, it ain’t gonna go down in just a few strokes hell no. Vanilla boy though but still could be rough if he’s feeling way too much pleasure. Once his cock is in your mouth, you bobbing your head licking and choking on it, in just a few seconds he’ll find his hands in your hair, pushing your head down in a swift. As you felt his tip goes deeper down your throat, you gagged around it rolling your eyes back. That sight alone could get Mr. Vanilla cumming in a whip, whining out little sorries as he shot his seed into your mouth.

“Aaah~ s-sorry love~ I’m sorry~ I can’t h-hold back..anymore..!”

Yuma – Soft Dom

This boy. This cute ass little kitty, he’s not so much of a kitty when he fucks though. Yuma’s the type of baby boy who would come up to you from behind while you’re cooking or washing the dishes, starts nibbling on your neck sweetly signaling you that he’s horny while rubbing his bulge against your back. There’s no way you could say no when you felt arousal starts pooling in your underwear from his mere actions. Yuma is the type of boyfriend who loves to fuck you with any type of outfits on. Bonus points if they’re intentionally sexy of course, but he still finds you sexy in anything. He’ll rip your skirt in an instant but when you try to get out of your apron, he’ll stop you, telling you that he’d prefer you with only an apron on. You agreed to his little suggestion, taking your top off as well staying only in your apron. It only took a second until he’s pounding into you in a heated state.

“Noona~ you look so good.. exposed for me like this~”

Jo – Average Dom

Shy Jo is definitely a dom but he neither leans on the hard side nor the soft side. He’s just in the middle level kind of dude. But that doesn’t mean he can’t go rough with you. This cute baby-faced cutie could definitely destroy your petite body into oblivion. 100% size kink. The height difference between you and him alone proves it too much. With your petite body, this boy wouldn’t show it on his face but he was secretly getting more and more turned on from how the huge bulge on your stomach was visible every time he pounds into you. But his excitement was definitely obvious from his twitching cock in you. You’d gasp suddenly when you could even feel him getting a bit bigger inside you. And it’s not just in fucking, he also loved and I mean LOVED it when your small mouth was filled with his cock. Your cheeks puffing up, tears welling up in your eyes, as you struggled to breathe, not being able to take it whole. He wouldn’t be too harsh but he would sometimes tug on your head and push your head, making you take more than you can, as he secretly gets turned on seeing the tiny droplets of tears hanging on the edge of your eyes fell down your cheeks uncontrollably.

“..love open wider now.. cmon you can take it..~ just a bit more~”

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maopll · 1 year

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Hello I'm not sure if my request is allowed since i did not see it on the rules so pls ignore it it is not allowed.

May I request Leona, Jamil, Rook and Malleus with a S/O who is suffering from depression? Another thing is they have caught the reader trying to unalive themselves, and harming themselves, their mental health is also getting worse. I'd like to see the boy's reaction and how they'd comfort their S/O(since it it similar to my current situation).

I understand if you're not comfortable with this request or do not want to do it. I also apologize of it is against the rules. I'd also like to say that I enjoy reading your works a lot. Please take care of yourself. Thank you and enjoy your day!<3

Let me heal your scars

| twisted wonderland !

⌗:, scars on the outside heal after a time. but...are there any methods or medications that can heal the scars inflicted on the inside?....

⌗:, a/n: anon I am comfortable with this request as I myself have gone through similar situations but you need to push through ! I hope you find solace in whatever keeps you happy and please don't do anything that might unalive you ! I love you <3 I have added things I kind of felt when situation like those happened

⌗:, warning: mentions of reader unaliving themselves,, trauma,, mental health issues,, read at your own risk ! angst !

⌗:, pairings: leona, jamil, malleus, rook w/ gn!reader

,,your depression has gotten worse. you still have freakish nightmares and you slowly start to wonder "do I really have any worth?" "maybe I am useless" "it is my fault that I always fail". these thoughts keep plaguing you mind it's as if someone is telling you to just k!ll yourself. maybe you should just?....

LEONA refuses to let anything get to his weakness and he would absolutely hate it when someone or something is the reason his cherished herbivore is going through hard times and having negative thoughts. He believed that when you are with him no dark thoughts would engulf your mind but...not everything can be kept at bay...

whenever you would visit savannahclaw you would most wear short sleeves or if you ever wore a long sleeve it would be mostly during winter but short sleeves were your favourite. However he noticed a sudden change in your clothing pattern with you wearing long sleeves more than often and turtlenecks . He may be laidback but he too once aimed for the throne of a king...

He knew you would never tell him so when you were sleeing in his arms he looked under your sleeves and for the first time he was frightened and covered in cold sweat.

" [name]...why do you have those cuts on your hands and on your neck ?" for the first time, your leona was dead serious with anything and his voice was a decible lower than usual. you knew that you would have to provide an atleast believeable excuse to make him believe. but no matter how much you tried to answer you felt as if you were being engulfed by the floor and damn gravity never felt this heavy.

you burst into tears. the thoughts, the pressure of life, the decisions, everything fell on you like a thousand bricks. he sucked at comforting but he knew hugs were your favourite. he told you to cry as much as you wanted to. he patted your back and offered to listen to everything you've been going through those days.

he may not be able to relate with you but atleast he can lessen the pain you've felt.

JAMIL himself had to undergo some strict training in his childhood but he had to admit that whatever happened with you nothing of the sort happened to him. so he couldn't share the nor understand your feelings but just know...that he will do whatever it takes to help you

you would visit his dorms and sometimes dance with him under the moonlight with passion because it was something you wanted to do, something that would be very intimate but recently he saw less passion in you and frequent absences of your presence on many days. he thought you were busy but there's no way that you would be absent for two weeks right?...

he was on his way to Ramshackle dorm to see what you were doing, and if there were any homework, he might help you with those, but he definitely didn't expect your silhouette standing on the highest balcony railing ready to jump. he was frozen with fear. 'there's no way that YOU would do this..'

as soon as he saw your feet leave the railing, he sprinted to the spot where you might fall, and thank goodness he caught you just before you hit the ground. you have some explaining to do cause he was taken aback, he couldn't grasp what was happening and he was definitely sweating HARD.

" WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING JUMPING OFF THAT RAILING ?! DO YOU WANT TO REALLY KI–" you cut him off by shouting "WHY DID YOU CATCH ME I DO NOT WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE LET ME GO" and that was your last straw as tears flowed out of your eyes like a waterfall and you were sure you were crying like a baby at this point.

Jamil can read the room very well so he sighed and said that you can tell him everything later on and he is sure that it is definitely trauma inducing otherwise you wouldn't have tried to jump off

he know how heartbreaking it would be to see you cry but he wants to let you let go of all the pains and sorrows you have experienced these days.

MALLEUS here has no idea. this man child is learning human emotions because he pretty much grew sheltered so he learns them by looking at you. Things that invoke happy emotions, romantic emotions, sometimes sad emotions but what is this emotion that you're feeling right now?

I feel that he is able to sense emotions that his lover feels. dragon instincts I guess. but while most emotions you feel smelled sweet, strong or sometimes like petrichor..this one smelled like poison ivy. why?

he may be learning but he doubts that those scents were anything but normal. while he did want to ask you about it you would just change the subject. he knew you were hiding something. his instincts are on another level when it comes to you

he sensed that you might be in danger so it's best if he investigated it by himself and not long after did he find blood stained knifes and ropes. he was horrified. to think that the one whom he cherishes so much would be trying to part away from him for eternity, to take away their own life. he can't have you do that. not when he already made up his mind to keep you by himself while he rules.

you made sure to check all your surroundings to see if everything was in place but you failed to notice that one knife was missing which malleus brought out in front of you when you didn't notice him. "[name]...why were you doing this to yourself?..." he was sad and heartbroken. his voice sounded like he was on the verge of crying and so were you. he was the last person you wanted to find out about your...intentions of killing you life...

no matter how much you tried to tell him something your mouth would only open just to close the next moment because you just cannot bring yourself to tell him. you dropped down on the floor telling him that "I just can't do it...I can't deal shit with life...everything around me feels like they are judging me..feel like they will engulf me and no matter what I do I'll just be useless all over again.." he couldn't reciprocate your feelings but he can surely make you feel better. such a person as yourself who stays bright and cheery should not be crying on the floor nor should they feel sorrows. he hugged you close to his chest while he told you that he would listen to everything you want to tell him.

if he can't shield you from sadness and mishaps then how can he call himself a worthy ruler who would protect the people..his people? so he would do anything in his power to make sure you never shed those tears again.

ROOK here knew exactly the moment when you seemed more gloomy and down than usual. you would talk less, eat less, and those eyebags were so prominent that they could be noticed from metres away.

Something is not right...he thought to himself. how could his always cheerful and perfect other half be so under the weather these days. looks like he needs to know about the origin of your sorrows. He is a stubborn one so he is going to and he WILL find out whatever or whoever has cause you pain. He knows for a reason that it's gotta be something from the past looking at how you don't want to tell him and looks like he was right....

he is slowly unfolding your bedsheets, opened your drawers, and investigated your kitchen knife. bigger sorrows usually lead to rash decisions and looks like he was right. he is a master archer and hunter. the smell of blood being too familiar to him to be able to trace the scent in the knife being yours.

he knew that it may be a possibility, but the fact being true makes him feel...crestfallen. how? why? when? all these thoughts raced his mind. he knew your reason for doing these would be even worse and heartbreaking. but he had to confront you and comfort you. so that's when you seeked you out in the middle of the night when you were almost going to drift off to slumber.

"[name]...were you trying to hurt yourself?" your eyes grew wide like saucers. you've never seen rook look so dejected and serious. you told him yes and showed him all the scars that wrapped your body. you felt tears threatening to spill from your eyes and..oh? why do your cheeks feel wet?...

his usual signature smile was now a ghost of itself and he had a frown. he hugged you as tight as possible and let you freely cry all over on his chest. he shushed you softly and told you to tell him everything you went through and let go of those past emotions.

with him here he swears to never let anyone or he himself be the reason of your tears. he can't afford to see his amoureuse stain her beautiful face.

a/n: sometimes you just need to let go of all those who belittled you or trampled over your pitiful self. you should now grow a stronger version of yourself and start your life anew <3

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tokillamockingbird427 · 5 months

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silly guy logan thoughts:

(inspired by a edit of a show i saw on tiktok a while ago(weak hero class 1 i think? idk i dont watch kdramas…))

logan, when he was a recruit, stabbed another recruit in the neck with a PEN. mainly cause said recruit was picking on him/kind of bullying him, a pen was the nearest object, and…yea :3. now the recruit has pen-trauma u can say.

then imagine like present-ish day, on a mission when they’re combining forces, and the entire ghosts team is like infront of the truck where theyre meeting said force, the same recruit and logan meet eachother again and they(the recruit) try to sock him(logan) in the face…but failed miserably cause logan dodged it. (or they got socked themselves in the face before they could hit logan by someone else…could really go in different ways in either the (overly)protective way or the “oh my fucking god—“ way.) now think about the recruit trying to explain themself and describing what logan did to them while logans just there unbothered as shit, arms crossed, while the rest of the guys are just standing there staring at logan in utter disbelief. (like really logan a pen?)

(would be super funny if elias and hesh somehow never knew about this until that day. bonus points if elias did the exact thing except he did it with a pencil. i know that man would be proud.)

—🎧

(can be considered an add on to the anon who said logan is the definition of “teenagers scare the living shit out of me” (i wrote this in my notes at the time LMAO). imo he probably still is and it probably scares the shit out any millennial on the team. and playing old cod games is so relatable cause i was too :3.(and am i calling you old…yesn’t.))

Every gift that man gets is going to be some kinda pen. They will never let his ass live it down. They're gonna call him "Trach" (Tray-k) because he "Tried to give some jackass an impromptu tracheotomy."

Logan can pretend to be mad but damn they be giving him some nice pens. Keegan is his favorite though because he gave Logan a "pen-knife".... a knife that's disguised as a pen.

I like to think Hesh saw the guy posturing/tensing up towards Logan and just flattened him out because "Hey that's my baby brother, bitch."

Logan saw it coming but he also saw Hesh coming and went "The flex will be wild. I have an enforcer." and let it happen.

(Being called an old man is affirming to me ngl. Yes, tis I; Grandpa. I guess. Lmao.)

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #logan walker #hesh walker #keegan p russ #beloved anon #🎧 anon

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pinkandpurple360 · 4 months

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k so i have a theory that early early on when writing helluva boss, asmodeus and mammon were going to be one character at one point (not in terms of names or their roles as sins, but in terms of fizz having one boss not two). like maybe early on ozzie was going to be abusive and exploitative like mammon is now, but this was shelved for too similar to angel/valentino, or because viv wanted a happier uwu yaoi dynamic, etc. so she included mammon and made ozzie nicer. it’d explain why asmodeus is involved in sex bot business despite saying he doesnt want to be: bc homegirl has no foresight.

(note im actually glad they didnt make ozzie valentino 2: electric boogaloo. and im a sucker for “big buff monster man who’s very kinky but also a sweetheart.” but i think viv’s writing is sloppy and you can see the rabbit trails everywhere)

Thanks anon. I love conversations like these. That line about the sex bots is the biggest glaringly obvious point. Trying to sweep that under the rug and put the blame on mammon Instead was crazyy.

For me it’s up in the air what she had planned, but the remnants of the original better story can still be seen before the fujoshi nation attacked…

Mammon was definitely meant to be the LooLoo Land boss and probably Fizz’s business partner(?) while Asmodeus was possibly a secret not-so-wholesome fling turned sugar daddy. It’s possible that Mammon put Fizz up to dating Ozzie in a “steal as much from (redacted) as you possibly can” type situation. Asmodeus is supposed to have sexualised and exploited the sexualised image of Fizzarolli while Mammon reaped the benefits because Oz is the demon of lust, and in the story mammon is more like Asmodeus than Asmodeus himself. What “i don’t like designing sex toys with your likeness” “I don’t like how many creeps you have now thanks to mammon”’ really? But you built the fuckin things mannnnn 💀 it just makes Asmodeus look so weak willed to me? I don’t like using my entire ass factory he says as a sin, to an imp???? What,? Is this why Crimson called him the weakest most non threatening sin ? Still no explanation for that btw..

You know in a cosmic sortve way, it’s almost like crimson got revenge on Moxxies behalf. Wouldn’t it be hilarious if Fizz got it into his head that moxxie was the evil mastermind behind all of this and started being extra special nice to him. Actually I have no idea how a moxxie and fizzarolli interaction would go now that Viv decided to swap around Fizz’s personality into a moxxie.

Asmodeus should have been Lyle Lipton times a thousand, or at least morally grey like Willy wonka who was whimsical but still exploited people. The worst part is Ozzie has such a menacing design and for what, it’s gone to waste. Just like how terrifying stolas used to be before becoming the creators pet.

Actually you know what else bugs me about putting Fizz in Ozzie’s pocket? The fact that Fizz made his own fortune and Mammon stole it. So now he relies on Ozzies money and gifts. Why the hell does a successful actor and performer need a sugar daddy?? Is it just cause he’s an imp. That would drive me crazy. I’m so sad that the plot of this wasn’t someone who wanted to continue to make his own money out of an inferiority complex of his race, and to not be so dependent anymore. Grrrr.

I’ve seen fics where Fizz is just Ozzies favourite employee and they even have a comforting relationship backstage, but they see other people. Everyone says making them monogamous feels ooc. I think it was this one Jesse x Fizzarolli story I read?And the characterisation of Fizz is just wayyyy superior. He’s what you’d expect, an arrogant asshole. And he has vulnerable cute and cuddly moments. There was another one I read where he started working for Asmodeus but still had a persona with Mammon and that’s why everything was hush hush. I also fully support the trans man fizz in former that fic, he was genuinely cool.

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss #fizzarozzie critical

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beautifulpersonpeach · 6 months

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Hi! I was reading an interview of the BTS memoir translators and it reminded me of what you said about Jin the other day. I didn't realize just how unusual his behaviour was as the eldest member. Like when yoonmin went on Just an Excuse and the hosts were surprised at how comfortable Jimin was around Yoongi, it surprised me that it wouldn't be expected for them to be comfortable together after knowing each other for so long. It makes me appreciate the hyung line even more. They're good guys, and such an essential part of why bangtan works as a team.

In the book, Jin expresses having to confront a feeling of insecurity, a concern that he was the weakest link in the K-pop group. “This was so surprising to me because he is the eldest in a group of boys,” says Hur. “So, by default, [in Korean culture], he should feel the most entitled. He should feel like he’s the biggest deal. But he doesn’t feel that way. He has all of the responsibilities of being the eldest … but, at the same time, he doesn’t seem to enjoy the privileges of being the eldest [with] that feeling of security.” Hur continues: “That was very, very moving to me, that he would go on the record saying this, because this can be misconstrued in so many different ways. But he trusted ARMY enough to say this, and for them to understand where he is coming from.”

***

Hi Anon,

I saw your ask come in when I was more sober and probably should’ve answered it then but work was hard to get away from. Anyway, we’re here now so might as well take a stab at it now.

I agree with you. SeokJin has dealt with so much that’s unacknowledged by the wider fandom, but what consoles me is that other BTS members are hyper-aware of it and make up for it. Reminds me of Jimin’s comments during 2020 Festa where he said Jin inspires him because of how he approaches their choreographies. They all see him, see what he forgoes for their sake and accept him with his weaknesses and strengths. It’s so wholesome.

#quick asks

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geminigirl0298 · 4 months

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Hello hello ☺️

Since I quite enjoy your writing, I wanted to ask if your are open to ideas/requests?

If yes, I would like to state my idea (might be getting a bit long and hopefully not too specific and if you want to change some things that’s totally fine ☺️In case you don’t do requests, there don’t need to be any further reading :) Thanks so much in advance.

So I imagined the story happening in Asgard, the timing does not really matter to me. There story is Loki X fem reader. She is from one of the other realms and a foreign young goddess of magic and all magical beings. She is hidden by Odin and Frigga in Asgard because her father on her home realm abused her as a child so odin saved her especially when her home realm was attacked and her parents k!lled because sje is secretly the soulmate of Loki which she doesn’t know. She grew up in Asgard, hidden from every one and only few people knowing she is the heiress of another realm who will reclaim her throne in a few years when she gets married. She has grown up and become educated in private like the princess she is and is a powerful fighter in combat and wields her magic with grace. She likes to sneak out at night which is noticed by frigga who keeps saying to odin it will get her into trouble one night. And it does because she meets Loki on one of her moonlight garden walks. As the soulbound clicks the moment their eyes lock and he accidentally touches her skin after she loses balance from the shocks, it puts them under pressure because soulbonds are meant to be consummated and not doing so will make them both suffer physically and emotionally like a heat cycled. So they are forced to reveal her so Loki can court her in order to marry them. Matters are moving rather slow though and reader is reluctant to give in easily. After some time they make it though and finally have each other giving in to their desires after they know each other better and become fond of each other. Much later after marriage and Loki becoming journalist king, they return to readers realm and reclaim her throne and build the world back up. But one man survives and abducts her. Loki finds her because of their bond her can sense her but she rescued herself. But she is so angry Loki literally needs to cool her down in his jotun form and one thing leads to another in a heated endeavor where reader get to know a rougher side of her husband.

So that was a lot, sorry for that. If I may ask, please exclude things like jealousy and Dom/sub elements and if you’re comfortable please include both always meeting each other on eye level, active consent, both being a tease to make the other one weak, Loki being passion himself and a bit rougher (but never degrading and always a worshipper like calling her goddess and beloved), possibly a bit reader insecurities (some scars and having small boobs and being a bit curvy around the belly), maybe him turned on by watching her ride her huge black Clydesdale horse, size kink? (Short Reader)

Alright, that’s that. I really hope you like my idea, and if not, that’s totally fine. Sending lots of love! Anon

Hey! So, I don’t mind taking requests, but this plot seems thought out and very specific. Did you want this as a one shot? B/c in order to properly incorporate the ideas, it would have to be a lot longer. Also, to be correct, this would be a soulmate AU? Please let me know if!

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lunalockley · 2 years

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Could I request a Steven X Reader angst&fluff that reader is an outcast that always being hated by their classmates and they have been bullied in the University all of the time. They feel so empty so they go to the roof for k*ll themselves but Steven stop them for doing it.

Hi Anon! Thanks for your request and sorry for taking so much time writing this one. Double sorry because turned into a very short fic.

Just before we get into it I would like to say that, if there’s anyone reading this going through something similar, I can only imagine how incredibly difficult and painful dealing with something like this can be but I would like you to know that even if right now seems unlikely those feelings will decrease over time, that you will feel better, that even if the people around you have led you to believe otherwise asking for help is always an act of bravery, that you are not alone and that you’re very much loved, needed and appreciated by your loved ones.

Guardian Angel

Steven Grant x GN!Reader

Warnings: Suicide attempt, depression and hardcore angst but at the end some (I hope) warm comfort and shiny future in Mr. Knight’s hands

Words: 600

At some point, everything feels like too much. You feel like too much of a burden, too much of a failure, too insignificant, too stupid for feeling the way you do. And overall so weak, unable to bear this pain. Unable to find any other way out from this misery. Unable to fight it anymore.

There’s no point in trying, no point in living. You feel like you are not good enough for that.

And as you look at the city under your feet, you think of all the pain, the problems, the emptiness, the cruelty you have experienced. As London’s winter cold breeze dries your tears, you think the best for everyone would be for you to not exist anymore.

And even when you know you are alone on the rooftop, you take a second to look around. To take in your last surroundings, to appreciate the moon and the stars. To say goodbye.

“I tried” you whisper, even when you know no one is listening. “But I can’t do it anymore. I can’t.”

As you take a step forward you concentrate on the gentle wind moving your hair, the cold air filling up your lungs for the last time.

But then everything changes.

All you can see is some white chaotic movement surrounding you, holding you. All you can feel is warmth. A warmth that feels familiar even when it makes you think of ancient places you haven’t met yet. A warmth that feels inevitable.

Yet, when the commotion passes, you are on the ground and all there is in front of you is a man. Above you, better said.

He frantically asks you if you are okay, his hands searching for wounds. You get lost for a second in the long eyelashes covering his brown worried eyes. But then you notice that there is no trace of white. He’s wearing black pants and a light blue jacket, everything around it's still as dark as it was a few moments ago. Everything barely visible under the faint moonlight.

“Bloody hell, almost don’t get here on time. My soul was about to leave my body” you hear him mutter while he helps you sit up.

“What was that?” You manage to ask. “That white warmth, what was that? How did you get here? I was alone.”

“You won’t be anymore, darling” he absently says drying with his fingers the last reminiscents of your tears, his eyes seem to feel your sadness like his own.

“Who are you?”

“Your guardian angel it seems,” he answers offering you his hand to get you on your feet. “The gods are watching out for you, aren’t they?”.

“I don’t understand”. You whisper, but he seems distracted. Like he’s listening to someone else you can’t see.

After a moment he nods. And then you run out of breath because he’s looking straight into your eyes while little fabric strips start to move through his body, his clothing slowly changing into a white three-piece suit. His face getting covered with a white mask. His eyes shining, stronger than the moon above your head. You’re not even scared, you’re shocked because it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

“You are meant to live and do things out of this world, darling,” he says taking a step closer to you, offering his hand once more “There is so much in you that you cannot yet imagine. I’ll show you, I’ll take care of you if you let me”.

#steven grant #steven grant angst #steven grant fluff #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight imagines #marc spector #jake lockley #mcu moon knight #mr knight #steven grant fanfiction

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lunar-years · 3 months

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3, 6, 8, 13

not even bothering with anon idgaf I love to be a hater 🔥🔥🔥

we can be proud haters together since i'm over here happily typing out my answers lmao. putting most of this under a cut because of length.

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

no idea if these were ever on tumblr, probably it was twitter, all the worst takes i've seen come from twitter, but the top two contenders battling it out for Worst Ever have got to be:

One) Henry should've moved to London because he "hates the political climate of his own country" Henry is like, what, NINE? absolutely a wild take, worsened by, "And having a premier league coach as his dad is way cooler than having a dad who coaches his pee wee league" or whatever like. Again, the boy is nine. I think Henry cares more about having a Dad who's present in his life than he does about how "cool" his dad's occupation is.

Two) "Zava was actually way more disciplined than Jamie because he has fantastic habits, whereas Jamie is the type to just give up and go on a reality show." ohhh don't even get me started lmao. i was fuming for days.

6. which ship fans are most annoying?

lol. do i even need to say. specifically the twitter breed of them & no hate to the ship on the whole, just the portion of shippers that are cuckoo bananas about it and target the show creators. An extremely close second for me is the portion of r/k shippers who loathe Jamie for "getting in the way" because I take that personally 😭. Like I'm sorry your endgame didn't happen but please leave him out of this. it's not his fault they had problems the entire time they were dating, lmao. ugh.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

so many. here's a running list.

Roy and Keeley shouldn't have broken up and/or should have gotten back together in the finale.

Roy was OOC when he asked Keeley who the tape was for.

Ted shouldn't have gone home to his son

Matthijs was inherently "creepy" for inviting Rebecca back to his boathouse to get cleaned up after she plummeted into the canal right in front of him. (have you guys never taken a risk ever in your lives?)

Nate didn't deserve redemption

Jamie was CLEARLY completely over Keeley by season 3 (as evidenced by...what exactly?) and it ~came out of nowhere~ to dredge up the "dead" love triangle

I could go on....

13. worst blorbofication

to me the crime is less blorbifying them (because I consider them my blorbos too <3) but I definitely dislike the way some people blorbify Roy and Jamie. Roy for reasons previously discussed and Jamie because there's definitely been a pattern of woobifying him to the extent of like, taking away his agency, dismissing all of his mistakes, and treating him almost like he's weak and constantly needing to be protected when he's absolutely none of those things. Idk. What appeals to me about Jamie is not how "soft" he is it's how relentlessly brave he is. Anyway. They're both my blorbos and i love putting them through the ringer and watching them scramble to pick up the pieces as much as everyone else, but i also think it's important to recognize they're both very much grown adults with asshole tendencies and a large capacity for cruelty who have made plenty of mistakes yet still are deserving of love. what happened to nuance. it's funner to make blorbos out of complex characters you view complexly. anyway.

#ted lasso #asks #ask games #ship post

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chaisshitposts · 6 months

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thanks for reminding me i can manifest them to be chill- i way too used to my strict parents lmao

THE JOJO REFERENCES GOES HARD FR

i haven't catched up with hxh manga but i did finish the anime and basically killua split up to protect alluka and gon wanted to meet his father so they technically couldn't stay together, there's a possibility that they won't appear in the manga again :((

don't blame me😭 the first thing i saw about kny was that episode and nezuko (there was so many nezuko edits oml), but first episode was like a 50/50 for me?? i'm pretty sure it's because i used to watch like really dark magical girls animes when i was younger and my cousins always made me watch the final destination series with them🧍🏻

OML TOJI I REMEMBER READING THE MANGA AND WANTING HIM AND MEGUMI TO MEET SDCNKSDJFBS and yuta is the literal definition of looking like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you

I DON'T BLAME YOU ABOUT THE PROMISED NEVERLAND CUz Isabella's jumpscare in the first episode was😭😭🖐🏻 and yES PLS GIVE BUNGO STAY DOGS A CHANCE!

KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN?? I HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YET BUT MY COUSIN WATCHES IT A LOT

there's something so scrumptiously delicious about main characters who are weak but are actually strong and just humbles the people who underestimates them, like, sLAY

my sister recommended me mashle! it's on to watch list since i'm planning on binge watching animes in my waiting room and PLS TELL ME THAT ZOM 100 IS FINALLY COMPLETED, I'VE BEEN WANTING TO BINGE WATCH IT SINCE LIKE LAST LAST MONTH

i'm currently watching the apothecary diaries! It's so refreshing because the female lead is so smart and pragmatic, like she doesn't give a sht about the male lead and just loves medicine and poison tasting so much😫 the only thing i dislike is how she's being forced to be the male lead's partner but the plot is still good heheh

🐧anon

no problemo 🕵️ gotta help the homies out. everything in life is a jojo reference, even jesus.

oml nO wait I watched the whole HXH manga and know they split up I was just acting delusional 😭 and uGh I hope the manga gets finished one day... The creator has bad health-- wait a damn minute I can just manifest his health back wtf am I sayin' 🧐

PFFFTTT what a wild read— and oh god no don't even talk about final destination to me, I cannot drive on the freeway normally sometimes bc of that shit, everytime I see a truck with like oversized loads (especially the fuckers with the big ass steel poles on the back of them) I always get chills, even though I know nothing is gonna happen to me cause I said so 🧍

toji didn't even remember he had son.... deadbeat dad type beat. yuta and rika deserve better ngl

isabella and that other maid... they are nightmare fuel. and yes!!!!!! I will absolutely give it another chance for the adorable tiger boy with the fruity little haircut!!! bingeing anime in yer waitin' room??? bruh that's literally so big brain wtf I low-key wanna shift to all my favorite animes one of these days 🕵️ but I have this underlying worry about the version of myself being left behind to do my dirty work lmfao

also- katekyo hitman reborn! is super good, but I will say that I have been rewatchin' it for a sense of nostalgia on and off whenever I have time and god the first like--- 20 episodes are fuckin' cringe but the main character's awakenin' is satisfying 😭 he's like the og deku

I have no idea if all the eps have been posted for zom 100 !!!! I will check for you today if I remember--- I haven't had time to check after watching like the first three episodes on crunchyroll—

OooOo an anime with a strong female lead!?!?! I would absolutely eat that shit up oml gobble gobble gobble— ew that plot sounds cringey. man, I really want an anime with a stoic, underestimated female lead whos like majorly asexual... wait 🧍 hold on, I basically just described saiki k... I NEED A FULL THIRD SEASON OF THE DISASTROUS LIFE OF SAIKI K.

#— chai's asks. !! ~#— 🐧 anon. !!~

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killerandhealerqueen · 9 months

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Hello again, this is from anon who asked your top fav moments from killer and healer.

First of all, thanks to you I started killer and healer, and I loved it. Thank you so much for your blog. When I found your blog, I already fed up with k-drama rom-com (and het romance drama in general).

Are all your favorite drama in your pinned post are bromance (with shippable characters dynamics)?

If you don't mind me asking again, what do you think are Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? Sorry if you've answered these questions before.....

You started Killer and Healer because of me?

(Don't mind me, I'm a puddle of happy goo)

Anyways, you're so welcome! I'm glad my blog could bring you joy!

As for my pinned post, yes, they are all bromances with shippable character dynamics (there are three kdramas as well, The Devil Judge, Beyond Evil, and Chimera but I just don't write fics/headcanons for them anymore).

And I don't mind you asking at all! I love talking about Killer and Healer and Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi and all of them. I love this drama a completely normal amount (lying) so if you have questions about it, fucking send them my way.

As for your question about strengths and weaknesses...

Jiang Yuelou has a lot of strengths. He has a very strong sense of justice, a very strong sense of right and wrong (which again could be a sense of justice), and he has a big fucking heart. He cares and loves so fiercely and he also feels everything. Like, that's why I love him because this man is not afraid to show emotions. Most drama leads are stotic or cool or whatever but nah bitch. This man? This man ugly cries. This man experiences rage and lets it show. When he's in love? Oh, it's in his face, in his words, in his expressions, in his actions, in his body language, it's in everything. He is an expressive man and I love that about him.

As for Chen Yuzhi, his strengths is that he's kind. He's so kind and so good and he tries to see the best in everybody. He wants to help everybody; doesn't matter if they're a gangster or an innocent child. He's a doctor so if he can help, he's going to help. And he wears his heart on his sleeve. This man has a bleeding heart and it's honestly kind of beautiful. If goodness was a person, it'd be Chen Yuzhi, honestly.

Now, for weaknesses.

For Jiang Yuelou, his temper is a bitch. He's a firecracker and it doesn't take much to set him off. And his strong sense of justice can be a double edge sword; sometimes he's so focused on doing the right thing that he doesn't really care about consequences or about who gets hurt in the process and people get hurt in the process. Also, even though he's an emotional person...good fucking luck trying to get this bitch to speak his mind or talk about how he's really feeling. This man has been hurt, badly. His mom abandoned him when he was 11, his dad fucking did opium and abused not only him but his mom as well as pimped her out to others for more opium and then when he fucking died, left Jiang Yuelou alone to have to fucking deal with the loan sharks. This man has been hurt and traumatized and when you've been hurt that badly...it's hard to open up to people. It's hard to let people close (which is why when he lets Chen Yuzhi in and lets him know his past...it's powerful. Because no one else knows about Jiang Yuelou's past, except for Bai Jinbo and Jiang Yuelou himself. So for Chen Yuzhi to know everything about him...it says a lot about Chen Yuzhi as a person and how much faith and trust Jiang Yuelou has in him).

As for Chen Yuzhi, his strengths are also his weaknesses. He tries to see the good in people and sometimes that trust can lead him to trusting people who end up betraying him (Liu Li). And because he's so good and so kind, people tend to take advantage of that kindness and goodness. And since he also wears his heart on his sleeve, he's more open to get hurt easier.

Honestly, the best quote that I think bests describes these two is: "All that pain and misery and loneliness and it just made him kind". Because at the end of the day, they are kind people. They're kind people who care for each other and care for others. And these two went through some shit. And yet they still came out kind.

As for what I love about their dynamic is that...they're two halves of a whole. Two sides of the same coin. Yin and yang (and we ain't just talking about wardrobe color pallets). They understand each other on a different level and like...to watch their relationship grow from how it started back in that warehouse to where they are at the end of the drama...my fucking god, it brings me to tears just thinking about it. They are each other's other half. They are each other's heart. Powerful apart but even stronger together. They melt around each other. You can just see it in their eyes how much they care for and love each other. It's just...

Look at them and tell me I'm supposed to be normal about them. Look me in the fucking eyes and tell me I'm supposed to be normal. I can't. I won't. I won't ever be normal about these two. Ever

#sass answers #anon edition #Killer and Healer #anon got me in my FEELS man #also #would you like a personalized tag anon?

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hekateinhell · 1 year

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For Dungeon Anon. ♥️ Inspired by some of the stuff that's been going in my ask box lately lmao.

Teenage delinquents Lestat and Armand are dating Louis together while navigating their own situationship, when Louis leaves them to their own devices for two weeks and certain permanent decisions are made.

Modern Human AU, Lestat/Armand/Louis (Louis is there in spirit and also to dom through FaceTime), 5k, rated E (oral sex, video stuff, Lestat's praise kink makes an appearance). X-posted to the ao3 because this is lot for me (RIP).

9:02 PM: I'm bored. Everyone else's gone, come hang out if you want?

9:12 PM: K.

What did "K" even mean? "K, you're bored"? "K, I'm coming over"? "K, I got the text"?

Lestat rolled over, phone on his stomach, annoyed and out of sorts. Leave it to Armand to say everything and nothing at once.

Were his bedroom lights always this bright?

It was never easy when Louis wasn't around. Lestat knew who he was with Louis; he more or less knew what Louis was with Armand, and he knew what he and Armand were with Louis around. But like this, on their own for the first time when Mrs. de Pointe du Lac had inexplicably decided her kids could stand to miss two weeks of school to visit her family in New Orleans. Sick Grand-mère perhaps, Lestat couldn't remember.

–

"Try and spend some time together. Please. Get to know each other without me," Louis had whispered to them both as he pulled away from Lestat's embrace to kiss Armand outside his apartment building while his sister slammed the Taxi trunk shut. "Please? For me?" he squeezed one of their hands in each of his, smiling the demure smile that he knew made them both weak in the knees and tight in the pants.

"Of course, anything for you, my love," Armand, damn him, beat Lestat to the punch.

Disgustingly, cloyingly sweet.

"Yes, yes, of course," Lestat acquiesced, stealing a last kiss for himself as Armand rolled his eyes and not-so-subtly kicked at his ankle with a combat boot. The little gremlin.

Lestat was of the opinion he spent plenty of time with Armand – too much, in fact! Armand on the other side of Louis during class, at lunch, on the steps of their school! Even every Sunday in Louis's bedroom, a 'shared day' when time didn't lend itself to being split neatly down the middle.

An experiment, was what Lestat had told himself as a consolation.

A few months of this before it all came to a head. Armand had cornered him alone in the music room, veritably hissing about how Lestat was purposely trying to shove him aside and drive a wedge between him and Louis and that he, Armand, wasn't going to allow it. Almost comical it had been, what with Armand's head barely reaching Lestat's chest on a good day, and he'd still managed to back him into a wall like a rabid little raccoon.

At first, it had been funny, but then it was simply ventured on annoying. Lestat had had Louis first, after all! Yes, fine, they had technically been "on a break" when Louis met Armand. And yes, there was that little aggravating detail of Louis insisting that he would only give Lestat a second chance if he were still permitted to date Armand. Lestat had given his trademark jovial, "Oh, course, mon chèri!" So confident was he that Armand would be yesterday's news by the end of the week.

But that hadn't happened, and now he had 5'6, 125 lbs of cranky Eastern European theater kid on his ass.

He couldn't hit him, it wouldn't be a fair fight, and the brat would probably spin it to Louis to make himself look like the victim. Never one to back down, Lestat had done the second next-best thing. He'd grabbed Armand's jaw tight in his hand, stunning him into silence, and bent down to kiss him as violently and punishingly as he could - the way he never dared to nor desired to do to Louis. Not a single loving touch in it.

"There, finally shut you the fuck up," Lestat murmured as he caught his breath, delighting in how bruised and busted Armand's already plump lips looked now.

See him complain to Louis about this.

Armand blinked those dark eyes at him, processing the words he'd spoken but making no move to pull away. Something akin to hurt flickered across his face, at the same time he shifted from one leg to the other, and Lestat smiled when he realized exactly why.

The second kiss was a lot gentler, sweeter, wetter, almost as though Lestat were trying to repair the damage he'd done with the same instrument that had done it – his lips.

Armand's hand came up to tangle in Lestat's hair, grinding himself against his thigh as he moaned while his other came to rest over his crotch, squeezing Lestat's raging hard-on through his jeans. Kissing Armand was so different to kissing Louis... Each person always so unique. Armand's mouth was smaller yet more commanding, aggressive yet simultaneously yielding, the cool silver stud in his tongue bumping against Lestat's top teeth with every delicious back-and-forth push and pull.

Didn't realize what was happening until Armand suddenly shuddered and broke away to slump forward, pressing his head to Lestat's bicep as he finished trembling through his orgasm.

A bit of an awkward moment until Lestat's cock decided to remind them both of its rather prominent presence and twitch against Armand's hand.

"I didn't..." Lestat panted, "I haven't..."

Swore he felt Armand smile against his skin. "Give me a second," he squeezed again for emphasis, "I'll take care of it."

And so he had, rather spectacularly – no gag reflex that one – while smugly maintaining eye contact the entire time. He knew how good he was. Louis knew how good he was. And now Lestat did too.

–

Fuck.

The doorbell ringing snapped Lestat out of his reminiscences. "Shit," he mumbled, quickly adjusting himself to right the situation going on in his leather pants just now, thanks to the memory from two months ago.

Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts... Don't think about what we've done together, with Louis, since then.

"Hi," Armand looked almost shy for a moment, backing up a few steps so he didn't have to tilt his chin up to look into Lestat's face.

Lestat's instinct was to kiss him, depravedly, right there in the doorway where the neighbors and God might see. But they weren't dating, nor were they even established fuck buddies. A handshake would be too formal, a slap on the shoulder too "bro." He wasn't used to seeing Armand without Louis as a buffer; he'd never actually had to greet Armand as his own person before.

Armand made the decision for him, leaning up to press a quick kiss to the short, day-old scruff along Lestat's jawline before dropping back down and stepping into the house as though it weren't his first time there.

"So... What do you want to do?"

There were several things Lestat wanted to do, to him, just then. But most, if not all, of them would defeat the purpose of "getting to know each other" the way they had promised Louis that they would.

"I still have some booze? We could hit that and throw on a movie?"

Armand gave him a funny look, one Lestat couldn't quite decipher. "You invite me to the afterparty but not the party?"

Oh.

"I wouldn't call it a party," Lestat ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends the way he did when he was starting to get uncomfortable. "Just me and the guys from band, you know. I didn't think you'd vibe with them."

The truth was he hadn't thought about Armand at all. Lestat wasn't a fan of his worlds colliding.

"But Louis 'vibes' with them, yes?"

It's a trap; Lestat can feel it as he's walking right into it.

"Occasionally, maybe. He's very easygoing!"

Armand scoffed. "Louis, easygoing? Just how high are you right now?"

"What's the fucking point of this conversation anyway, Armand?" Lestat's patience quickly found its end. "I invite you over, and you're being bitchy because I didn't ask you to hang out with my friends that I know you'd hate?"

"I'm 'bitchy' because you always act like you're ashamed to be seen around me!"

Oh.

"That's not-! I'm not-!" Not sober enough to even be thinking of having this conversation is what Lestat was.

He's about to tell Armand to forget it and go home; he'll sleep this off and text him in the AM.

"Where's the booze? I want to get messed up."

Gabrielle wasn't home, and wouldn't be home until Monday. She didn't care. Who did?

"Down that way, cabinet on the right."

Armand's a lot sweeter when he's drunk, kissing at Lestat's face and collarbone in an overly excitable, almost childlike way as he bounced on the bed.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, staring into Lestat's eyes before bursting into a fit of giggles. "You should fuck me."

Lestat choked on the bottle. "Yeah, I don't think so." The look on Armand's face... "Not that I don't want to," Lestat hurried to correct his mistake, "I’d want you to remember it, you know? I've been told I am quite the experience." Couldn't resist punctuating that statement with a wink.

Armand snorted, his humor making a quick recovery. "Oh, I'm sure."

Lestat took another swig and passed the bottle. "Have you done it yet?"

"'It'? Really, Lestat? Am I a virgin? Have I fucked, banged, screwed, you mean?"

"Jesus. Yes, that's what I meant! I know we fool around, and I imagine you do the same kind of things with Louis when it's just the two of you."

Bitter, bitter thought.

"But are you a virgin?"

"Why do you want to know?" Armand seemed defensive all of a sudden, peering at him in that creepy, unblinking way that Lestat found vaguely threatening.

Something-something unpredictable and unsettling.

"No reason," he shook his head. "Just curious, that's all. And quit looking at me like that! It's very off-putting."

Rather than being insulted, Armand appeared to take it as a compliment. He smiled and leaned back against the headboard, satisfied. "Good, you should be put off."

"You literally just asked me to fuck you!" Lestat's booming laugh sounded more incredulous than anything else.

Armand stared down at his jeans, worrying at the seams of the dark gray denim.

"To answer your question: no, I'm not a virgin, but also, I have never..." He trailed off, his gaze darting around the room before settling on the helm of Lestat's maroon t-shirt as he lay propped up beside him.

Never what?

"Never what, Armand?"

"Forget it." He lifted the bottle to Lestat's mouth, tilting it back and holding it in place for him when he accepted. "Let's do something fun, yeah?"

Lestat nodded as he chugged the equivalent of three shots before pushing the bottle away, ran a hand down Armand's inner thigh, and reached over to kiss and suck at his throat.

Armand liked it, and Lestat liked doing it. "I do you and you do me?" he asked, having had yet to find his groove with Armand when Louis wasn't in bed with them, telling them what to do to each other.

Armand sighed as his hand curved over Lestat's shoulder, clearly finding the prospect attractive. Lestat already had a hand under the mesh top, grazing the soft hairs on Armand's lower abdomen, dipping two fingers below the waistband, ready to yank down his pants and slide into position when-

“Wait,” Armand smacked at his back and Lestat groaned in frustration, burying his face onto the giant paisley pattern on the duvet beside Armand’s hip, keeping his fingers right where they were until further notice.

"You're killing me, Armand. You're really killing me," he grumbled, humping the bed once for good measure – which predictably had the opposite of the intended effect and did nothing to alleviate the problem.

Armand shoved his shoulder this time, hard. “And you’re so melodramatic! Are you this whiny when it’s just you and Louis? Unbelievable.”

Lestat peered up at him through his hair, trying to force his body to cooperate with his brain and vice versa. “He likes it,” he countered back, feeling and sounding not unlike a chastised child. “Now, getting back to business,” he adjusted to nestle his forehead against Armand’s ribcage, “Was that ‘Wait, let’s pause,’ or ‘Wait, let’s stop’?”

A pause.

“It was a ‘Wait, let’s FaceTime Louis and let him watch.’”

Lestat scrambled up as though Armand had said, “The house is on fire.”

“You little minx… That’s fucking brilliant.”

Armand beamed at his approval, a tad too pleased with himself. "Here, call him," he shoved Lestat's own phone in his direction.

“Don’t boss me around,” Lestat quipped, as he did just what Armand had ordered, hitting the video call button and listening to it ring.

“Please. You like it,” Armand countered, ducking as Lestat made to grab his hair in response.

Declined.

“Ouch.”

“Oh, shut up, you little devil! I’m sure he hit the wrong button by mistake. Louis doesn’t decline my calls.”

Declined.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

Smack!

“Did you just hit me?”

“No,” Lestat rolled his eyes, preparing to hit FaceTime again, “Technically, the pillow hit you. The force was all mine, though."

11:45 PM: I’m out at dinner with my family right now. Everything okay?? Love you.

“See,” Lestat crowed, “He’s not ignoring me!”

11:45 PM: Everything’s fine, beautiful! Armand’s here… We want to show you something ;)

Two minutes. Two minutes of Armand and Lestat staring at the little screen while the three little dots came and went several times.

“Too much?” Lestat’s insecurities began to flare up.

“No,” Armand snatched the phone out of his hand and opened the camera app. “Not enough… Now kiss me and make it dirty.”

Lestat didn’t have to be told twice. It was filthy, obscene, borderline pornographic-

“And… send!”

11:48 PM: look how much we miss you call us xx A

"He's not answering!" Lestat was aware of how juvenile he sounded then, and he couldn't care less.

“Give him a minute! And try to use the brain that I’ve heard you supposedly have… I’m sure he doesn’t want us to meet the rest of his family like this.”

Lestat took a minute to take Armand in – cheeks flushed from alcohol, eyes wild from excitement and arousal, hair mussed from rolling around Lestat’s pillows. He imagined he looked a lot like himself. “You’re right, mon petit,” he replied, unable to resist the endearment that he knew Armand would perceive as a slight to his height.

FaceTime Video.

“As always,” Armand remarked as he hit Accept Call, transforming the haughty, belligerent expression on his face into something downright innocent and wholesome. What an actor. “Hello, lover!”

Lestat leaned over Armand’s chest to ensure he was still in the frame, occupying most of it, in fact. “Bonjour, mon amour!"

Louis on the screen laughed, his green eyes exceptionally bright due to the lighting. “Bonjour to you too, my loves.”

“We miss you,” Armand complained with an exaggerated whine as Lestat interrupted, “But I miss you the most!”

Oh, how beautiful Louis was when he blushed – and it was ridiculously, delightfully easy to make him blush. “It’s not a competition,” he chided, “But I miss you both so much, of course. I can’t wait to be home.”

The rush from the alcohol was fading and Lestat cuddled to Armand’s side, dropping his head to his shoulder to settle his nerves. “I’m glad you picked up,” he whispered. Finally.

“Me too,” Armand nodded. “Where are you, sweetheart? I can’t quite tell.”

"Oh," Louis shrugged. "Hiding in the bathroom. I didn't know what to expect… after that photo." He blushed again and looked away.

Amazing that this was the same person that could have Lestat on one side and Armand on the other every weekend, a cock in each hand as he worked them to completion while murmuring sweet nonsense in a combination of English, French, and Creole.

The memory had Lestat subconsciously bucking his hips against Armand's leg and biting down on his lip to suppress a moan.

“That reminds me,” Armand shifted to sit up as he passed Lestat’s phone back to him. “We wanted to show you something.” Quickly freeing himself from his pants and underwear before snatching the phone right back, patting his inner thigh for Lestat’s benefit. “Go on then,” he told him.” He touched the screen and leaned back at an incline, “Camera’s on you, brat.”

Heard Louis gasp as he watched Lestat kiss his way down Armand’s navel, the tip of his cock grazing Lestat’s chin as he whimpered and squirmed in anticipation. “Don't drag it out,” he begged and when Lestat raised an eyebrow, he added, “We can't keep Louis in the bathroom all night.”

“Yes,” Louis sounded breathless, “Do it, Lestat.”

"Just where do the two of you get off, speaking to me this way?" He teased, drawing out the moment, knowing good and well the vision he presented to his captive audience. Hair escaping from the low ponytail to frame his face, the black eyeliner smudged around his eyes, making them appear massive and more mysterious, lips red and shiny and glistening from spit and precum.

Fluttered his long eyelashes shut and focused on taking Armand down to the hilt in one fluid movement, relaxing his throat and willing it to cooperate. Louis was watching, after all, and Lestat always performed better with a crowd.

“Good, so good, Lestat,” Louis cooed, and Lestat preened at the praise. “Isn't he good, Armand?”

"Uh huh," Armand moaned. "Really good. I'm not gonna hold out, baby. I'm sorry," he apologized to Louis, already linking his ankles over Lestat's back, using his free hand to tug on his hair.

You asked for quick, I'm giving you quick, Lestat wanted to say, but settled for smiling around the cock in his mouth, hyper-aware of both sets of eyes. Hollowed out his cheeks and hummed in the back of his throat, knowing he loved it when Armand did that to him.

"It's okay, love. Let go when you're ready." Fuck, that man's voice could hypnotize a lion.

Armand moaned again and shook his head at nothing in particular – the little obscene noises escaping his mouth and increasing in pitch with every merciless suck Lestat gave. “Oh yes, you will,” Louis soothed, “And Lestat will take it all, won't you, darling?”

He felt Armand’s thighs quivering on either side of his head and knew he wouldn't even need to answer Louis either way. He pulled back to grin at the camera, at Armand looking through it, mouth open and tongue lapping at the slit before closing his lips over the head once more as Armand groaned and went rigid, spine arching off the bed while Lestat's hands on his hips pinned him into place.

Lestat took it all, every drop Armand had to offer. Gave his softening cock one last suck for good measure, which earned him a cry from Armand and a "Good boy" from Louis before collapsing onto his side.

That was new. Interesting. Hot. He wouldn't mind an encore later.

“I'll do you now?” Armand's shaky voice cut through his thoughts.

"I don't think you have to," Lestat grimaced, noticing for the first time the mess he had made in his pants. He'd be so single-mindedly focused on putting on a good show, and hadn't realized he'd gotten himself off by grinding into the mattress.

Embarrassing.

"There," Lestat grabbed his phone back, holding it close so Louis would see just his face, see the proof of his labor. "I swallowed your boyfriend's load just like you told me to. Does that prove how much I love you or what?"

“How did this become about that? I know you love me, silly goose.”

“Not silly,” Lestat pouted while Armand narrowed his eyes at him, still too wrung out to move. “I wanted a chance to prove my love,” he grumbled as Lestat swatted at his hand.

“You're both so drunk! Sleep it off, my loves. I have to… clean up… and get back to the table before they start wondering where I am.”

Damn. "Alright," Lestat allowed, feeling the victor if nothing else. "I love you."

"I love you too," Armand's voice sounded small as he pulled himself up, using Lestat as leverage. "Call me later?"

"You'll be asleep! I hope. I love you both. I'll try to text you later." He blew them a kiss that they each pretended to catch, then the screen blinked and the call was over.

Lestat sighed and gently pushed Armand off in favor of getting up and stripping down, rummaging around the dresser for something clean to wear.

“You know what we should do?” Armand spoke loudly to the ceiling.

"What?" Lestat yelled from the adjoining bathroom, lowering his voice as he reentered, appreciating for a moment the fucked-out tableau Armand made.

At least Louis chose well based on aesthetics.

"What should we do?"

"Let's go into the city, it's Friday, and we have nothing better to do."

Not the worst idea Armand's ever had - the antics on the late-night trains in and out of Manhattan were worth the fare alone.

Midnight on Friday meant that most people were either on their way to the graveyard shift or just out and about and looking for a good time like Armand and Lestat. They ambled out of the bus at Port Authority and made their way to the subway at Broadway & W 41st. Lestat tried and failed to drunkenly serenade Armand around the Grand Central stop before bumping into a steel pole, much to the amusement of their fellow passengers.

“We,” Armand twirled around a pole and then dropped himself into Lestat’s lap, “Should get tattoos.”

Quelle surprise from the little imp. “Tattoos? Now? At midnight?”

“Yes.” Armand pursed his lips momentarily. “Tattoos to prove our love to Louis, as you so eloquently put it.”

“What, you’re feeling put out you didn't get to enthrall him tonight and you want to overcompensate?”

Mean, but Armand could handle it.

“I enthralled him plenty!” Armand snapped, arms crossed over his chest. “I just think it would be fun, you know?” tone softening, head to the side in a feigned gesture of submission. “C’mon, Lestat. It would make a great story." He sneered then, and the illusion dissipated, "Unless you're too chicken to do it."

"Chicken?! Who do you think you're talking to?" Lestat's left hand on his lower back kept him from losing his balance at a hard turn.

Intriguing, seeing as Lestat looked like he wanted to shove Armand onto the disgusting subway car floor himself. He settled for yanking him up to his feet by his wrist as though he were handling a toddler, heralding him to the nearest exit.

“If it’s a tattoo you want, we’re getting off here then,” Lestat announced, his voice dripping with irritation and perhaps a tad bit of excitement.

Armand gave him an icy look but made no move to separate his wrist from Lestat’s grasp, following him out of the subway and up the steps to Union Square. The January air cold and unforgiving, and he shivered in Lestat's leather jacket.

Hadn't been paying attention when they left the house – Lestat hadn't mentioned it, but Armand was sure he'd noticed and hoped he wasn't reading into it. Yet Armand was thankful for it now as it hit him at precisely mid-thigh and was infinitely warmer than his own unlined one would have been.

"It's a ten-minute walk to the place where I got mine done. They don't ask for ID if you pay upfront. Cool dude," Lestat seemed to be warming up the idea as they walked hurriedly.

“You have a tattoo? Where?” Armand demanded to know, evidently shocked, as he thought he had already seen every square inch of Lestat’s naked body.

“Guess.”

“I don’t know! Just tell me, for once!”

“You’re such a baby, Armand, I swear,” but there was no malice in it, and Lestat indulged him by pausing long enough to pull down his lower lip, revealing the BRAT tattooed on the inside. “Hurt like a fucking bitch too!”

Armand couldn't help it – he clapped his hands and laughed out loud. "Of course you would!"

“What did Louis think?”

"Told me I was a 'damned fool,' and I was lucky it was where nobody would see it or he would've dumped me for good right then and there."

“Hmm, such a shame it wasn’t on your forehead then.”

“Imp.”

“Idiot.”

Pretty Devil’s Ink was everything one might expect from a tattoo parlor that operated well past midnight and accepted minors as clients. Still, Armand felt a thrill of adrenaline as Lestat held the door open for him, waving him in dramatically.

“Hey, hey! The brat is back!” a big guy boomed in a decidedly Italian-American accent. “And he brought a little friend!”

Armand was about to open his mouth and challenge that statement when Lestat stepped around him to embrace the guy, clapping him on the back. “Hey, Nico! What’s up? Yeah, Armand here was ragging on my ass about wanting a tattoo, so here we are! He has the same problem I did, but you’ll hook him up, right?”

A dashing smile, a wink, an extra $20 on top of the cash Armand procured from his tattered old wallet, and they were going through Nico’s catalog.

More to the point, Armand was going through it while Lestat almost literally bounced from one end of the shop to the other and back – taking a swig from the half-full whiskey bottle he'd stashed under his coat earlier and touching stuff he probably had no business touching.

"So, what do you have in mind?" Nico asked. "And is it one of youse or the two of youse, because you only paid for one."

“I’m not sure yet… But it’s both, right, Lestat? We’re doing it together, right? For Louis?”

Perhaps it was the booze, perhaps it was how all of Armand’s confidence seemed to abruptly disappear at different points throughout the night, perhaps it was because Lestat never could say no to a grand gesture even when he very well should, but Lestat heard himself say, “Yes,” before he realized he’d done it.

Took a seat on the table next to Armand and picked at the black polish on his nails while Armand flipped to another page. “We should call Louis again,” he smirked, phone already out of his pocket. “Get his input.”

Declined.

“Oh, this is rich!”

“Maybe he’s still with his family, Lestat. And wouldn’t it be better as a surprise? As long as we don’t get on our faces… or somewhere equally ridiculous.”

“Whatever. Let’s leave him a voicemail.”

Declined.

“You’re breaking our hearts, mon chéri! …Armand, say something…."

“… going to prove our love to you!”

“… that’s right… prove our love to you!”

“… and then you’ll never leave us again!”

"… that's right! I must say, Armand, you have a dazzling way with words…."

"… both of youse are really drunk… I don't know if I should be doing this…."

“… we’ll pay you double!”

“… yes, we’ll pay you double!”

“… Lestat, pay the man…."

–

Much more painless this time, given how much more cushioning that particular region of the body contained. Armand still had winced and reached for Lestat’s hand more than once – it was a different kind of pain compared to the ones he enjoyed, and he didn’t do well with the unfamiliar.

Lestat hadn't said much, having now reached the "quiet drunk" stage, but he lingered by Armand's head, allowed him pick of the music ('70s glam rock), and let him play with the tangle of bracelets on Lestat's wrists to distract himself.

Afterward, when Nico had proclaimed the job almost done ("just have to do the bandage"), Lestat took a selfie for Louis. His temple pressed to Armand's left butt cheek, next to the red half-heart – the kind that joins with another to form a whole on a friendship necklace – that had Louis written on it in cursive.

“And… send!”

“Same thing?” Nico asked when Armand stepped off the table and gingerly pulled up his pants. “Opposite heart piece, opposite side? And what goes in it again?”

“That is such a dumb idea, Lestat!”

"No, it's not! It makes perfect sense. Winner gets Louis's first name, loser gets last name! You just don't think you can win!"

“The odds are 50/50!”

“Exactly! So, heads or tails?”

“Fine… Heads.”

“Fuck!”

“I win!”

“Like hell you do, Armand… Last name is the married name anyway. It’s better.”

“That’s the booze rotting your brain, Lestat. Soon there’ll be nothing left.”

“Shut up.”

Armand appeared equal parts entertained and apologetic as Lestat struggled to answer. “It’s a long name, another ridiculous French name.”

"What about just 'DPDL'?" Armand volunteered helpfully. "He'll know what it stands for. So will you, and so will I. Who else is going to see, really?"

The unintended implication that no one besides Louis and Armand would ever see him that intimately again made Lestat's chest ache in a funny way, in a way he didn't want to acknowledge just yet.

“Yeah,” he nodded, climbing onto the table, hiding his face from Armand’s scrutiny. “Yeah, that works.”

–

"I'm going to pass out," Armand complained as they staggered back to the subway station. More so from exhaustion than anything else, the alcohol long gone and having since worn off.

He looked it too, and Lestat caught his elbow as he swayed in place. “You can sleep at my place if you’d like. Nobody’s home till Monday.”

"Thanks," Armand sighed as he linked his arm through Lestat's, both out of a desire to be closer and a need to stay upright. "My 'parents' don't even notice I'm gone. Or they don't care, you know? We're just government checks to them. Yay, foster care."

Lestat didn't know what to say, so he said nothing, but squeezed Armand's hand and hoped the sentiment came across.

“Hey, Lestat.”

They were outside the station now.

“Yeah?”

“I-”

“… You?”

“I-”

An ambulance sped by, the red and blue lights reflecting off Armand’s anguished face.

Oh.

“You don’t have to say it.”

“Why? Because you wouldn’t say it back?”

"No," Lestat brushed Armand's hair back off his face, tucking the thick strands behind his ears, taking a moment to free a rogue curl away from a little earring. "I would. I love you, Armand."

A radiant smile, a sloppy kiss, a sharp nip at his earlobe.

"Prove it then."

#🫣🫣🫣#prompts #accidental prompt but excellent prompt just the same #this was my sunday 🥹#lestat/armand/louis #louis does indeed have two hands #hope you like it babe <3

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lustbcrne · 13 days

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Anon said :D, F, K, Z for the nsfw alphabet meme with Lumine, Wriothesley and Childe? 👀 『 Meme || Accepting 』

[ desires ] ― what turns them on? what do they like to have done to them most? what do they like to do to their partner most?

Lumine: Firm touches along their thighs or the right words/tone crooned against their throat or ear works wonders in turning them on. They also really like the idea of being manhandled by partners with far greater physical strength than themself, though the chance to do just that to their partners is also something they'd really enjoy.

Wriothesley: Kissing/mouthing along his neck and scars is a good start, and something he does tend to be weak for, especially if he happens to be bottoming. He loves marking and being marked by his partners a lot, especially when it so happens the source of them was biting ( more so if said bite happened to draw blood ).

Childe: Any rough-housing with him can lead to arousal if it's painful enough. Pain in general can be a turn on for him, as his sense for it had gotten warped over the years, and really can't find satisfaction or even climax without it. He likes to be able to deal pain right back to his partner, too, especially if the resulting injuries linger for him to admire and smile upon in seeing them.

[ first time ] ― what was their first time like? when did it happen? did they enjoy it?

Lumine: Canon between my Lumine & Kaeya, their first time was with him, after they'd finally managed to get him to slip her some booze during one of Charles' shifts. Which snowballed into a covert drinking contest, and, next thing they knew, eventually lead to them waking the next day to Kaeya having a massive Stress beside them in the Tavern's private upstairs room. They admittedly don't remember much of it, save the impression that they were more laughing and clumsily screwing around than any real sensual lovemaking. But that's mostly because the second ( sober ) go at it together happened to be just that, and it felt familiar enough to them.

Wriothesley: He doesn't really look back all that fondly to his first time, mostly because he'd just up and traded it away for proper fighting lessons at 18. Picking things up by observation could only get him so far, so he'd gone right to one of the better fighters ( a man near ten years his senior ) and tried to negotiate for the lessons. Because he didn't have enough credit coupons saved up to meet the man's demand at the time, he hastily offered himself instead. He considers himself lucky enough the man had not only accepted, but also been decent enough to him to actually follow through with the exchange ( genuinely teaching him proper techniques and helping him build proper physical condition, among many other useful tips ), and even ended up becoming a key ally and part in his endeavor to amass credit coupons before the man's time in Meropide was up. Wrios also grudgingly remembers the man had NOT been all that careful nor gentle with him the first go around. Which is exactly why he puts so much importance on aftercare with current partners.

Childe: Unremarkable, is what he'd have to say about it. Back before he'd really started working his way up the Fatui ranks, it honestly happened simply because heard fellow troops discussing sexual encounters they'd had and gotten curious about what the big deal was. As such, he'd approached one of the bunch he could say he was on more decent terms with than the others to ask if he could have a go at it. And wound up utterly underwhelmed by it all. It wasn't to say the guy wasn't a decent enough partner, he took good care of him and made sure he was well-prepped and everything, but Childe honestly didn't feel it thrill him the way the others described it. It would be awhile before he'd actually realize the distinct inclination he had that made that such.

[ kinks ] ― what is their biggest kink? are there any kinks they haven't tried but want to? are there any kinks they have tried but learned are not for them?

Lumine: Two words–voice kink. She is a sucker for a partner with a nice, rich voice, especially if praise or demands are crooned or growled right in her ear. With her lack of experience, there are a lot of kinks she hasn't personally tried, but is rather curious about breathplay and public sex in particular. Not that she'd go for the latter anytime soon, not without the right partner/incentive at least. She has masochistic tendencies, but is very unsure of just how much so and what her actual limits are, so may be hesitant in trying certain plays of that sort.

Wriothesley: Loves bondage the most. He honestly thinks it's the most fun since a good challenging bout in the ring. The fact that it requires a great deal of trust between partners is but another upside to it. He has come to note that public sex is really not something he'd want to do much if at all, due to reputation. He is rather curious about Vision usage during sex, but considering his most frequent partners weren't allogenes themselves, he abstained from it. Put him with a fellow Vision wielder though...

Childe: Favors pain play–a lot. It's an absolute must for a ( especially casual) partner to meet that, or he'd quickly stop frequenting them altogether. He does want to try some fear plays, like a hunter/hunted scenario, but hasn't had neither the time to really think of a good scenario nor especially the willing partner for it, since most of his usual partners know how eager he can be. The last thing they'd wanted was the risk and terror of having him after them. Dirty talk is somewhat of a hit or miss for him, depending, because it can very much just end up with him laughing his ass off and forgetting he's aroused in the first place. He also doesn't really care much for sensory deprivation, as it is one of the few things that really discomforts him.

[ zzz ] ― how quickly after sex do they fall asleep? are they usually tired after or full of energy?

Lumine: Tends to get a bit sleepy after sex, but will try her damndest to stay awake because she'd feel utterly embarrassed if they seem to be unaffected/more energetic only for her to pass out on them.

Wriothesley: He tends to power through any tiredness ( mostly due to work and his own messed up sleep schedule than the sex itself ) to make sure his partner is well taken care of, then only will sleep after he's sent them on their way and he's back in his own private quarters.

Childe: Unless he was really put through the wringer, he tends to still be bright-eyed and ready to go about his day after sex. Dude's got too much energy to spare.

#anon #hc; lumine #hc; wriothesley #hc; tartaglia #long post for ts

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lumyart · 9 months

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hi im the anon paper rings rhaenyra hater and im just here to say … *scoffs* AS IF i could really truly honestly in my weak ass heart HATE my moronic entitled rightful heir rhaenyra targaryen. please. let’s be serious for a moment k? 😤 i just … despise her a lil bit because i have this weird mirror effect with her and i can’t stand her being an asshole like pls kid why are u such an imbecile fr and bc alicent is my babygirlfailure and i have this rabid need to protect her so .. yeah this ask doesnt really have a point but fuck paper rings rhaenyra till alicent has her vengeance and then falls into bed with her bc as you said once she does not really fail unless (until??) it involves that silver haired menace 🙄

you're not the only one haha i think most people don't really like her actually, or at least quite a few of you - and that's fine, even if you did dislike her, even if i feel differently for her (which is normal considering i know the whole story and no one else does) you're allowed not to like her!

alicent is my baby too and i like to write her happy and loved and cared for, i love when rhaenyra is completely whipped for her and is physically and emotionally incapable of hurting her, that's why 90% of my fics have gone this way haha and i understand how you feel about rhaenyra. i personally like when rhaenyra is a tiny bit mean, i don't know, she's annoying but the sexy kind😔 which is the whole point of this fic - they hate each other because they're divorced but they also love each other a lot more and they're inevitably going to fuck to deal with it😀

#asks #paper rings

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Helloooo ! How are you ? Why did Kou disappoint you in the last chapter ?

Hellooooooo Anon! I'm good and how are you?

I'm glad you asked, I'll say in advance that I've decided to give Kou one last chance, I hope chapter 98 will save Kou from my big disappointment(Honestly, I don't have high hopes, but maybe),Here I will use the nickname Amane.

I finally opened my eyes and realized that Kou is not Hanako's friend and never was. Kou keeps saying that he wants to kill Hanako, and this chapter was no different

In the red arc Kou saw different illusions, didn't he? Including Hanako.

Kou came face to face with Hanako's illusion as he sees him. The red house knew Kou's desires well, so House could manipulate him. The red house was realized by Hanako's illusions as Kou sees Hanako,and denied again, a few chapters later to say he wants to get rid of Hanako. and honestly, I'm tired of it! Decide what you really want in the end and admit that you want to get rid of Hanako in the future and see him as an evil spirit! It's not everything. Kou keeps saying "I want to save senpai, Mitsuba will save you", what about Hanako? Has he even once been interested in his fate? What happened between him and Tsukasa? Doesn't he want to help him? He never said that Hanako is his friend, he just keeps saying "If Hanako was an evil spirit it would be easier, I want to get rid of him", but never calls him a friend,He hasn't problem with Mitsuba. The red house just knew Kou's true feelings for Hanako, the illusion even resembles a mix of the Mirai arc chapter and the rooftop scene.Kou is there to keep an eye on Hanako and get rid of him in the future.He will decide his fate, and that promise still holds true. All he can do is watch over him because Kou is weak and cannot defeat him.

He keeps saying that he wants to get rid of Hanako, but what about Tsukasa? Does he hate him for what Mitsuba did? He said that Tsukasa would "pay for it", but honestly somehow I don't see him really seeking revenge if he wanted to tell his brother "I want to get rid of another spirit that is more dangerous". I've seen Kou angry at Tsukasa many times, hell of mirrors as well, but later in the p.p arc he had the opportunity to take revenge on Tsukasa, but he didn't because like he said to Nene that this "world isn't so bad" he still could have living friend, even if it's just an illusion, and he wouldn't have to feel the regret he feels for not saving his friend. Everything was fine as long as Mitsuba was alive and went to class with him just like in the real world.

Kou may be angry with Tsukasa that's for sure, but he doesn't do anything about it, not once did he say "that he needs to get rid of him, but with Hanako, whom he has adventures with, whom he met, he repeats it non-stop. So I ask myself questions like." Why you warn in the p.p arc about this evil Tsukasa, if you didn't do anything yourself, and you had the opportunity? Are the adventures you had with Hanako irrelevant to you?"

He wasn't even able to answer Teru whether he likes Hanako or not

Teru asked an important question and Kou replied "Maybe" first to the type of answer "Maybe I like them, but I like you too Teru-nii" he thought about the answer. He can't directly say yes or no, even to Nene, for whom he supposedly has feelings. You like Hanako or not? Decide! Even here, he can't decide for sure.

Kou also shouts a lot that he will "save them", but does nothing. Hanako said it for me so I don't have to add anything as I said above, as in p.p arc

Needless to say, short and to the point and true.

Another thing is

Teru proposed to him that he become like him, he will get rid of the supernatural. Kou very willingly agreed. What about your Kou values? Teru kills for whatever reason, why did you oppose him? Doesn't it bother him now that he kills for no reason? I understand that he is weak and wants to get stronger and Teru will always help him, but there are other ways to do that, he doesn't have to go and kill right away, so he will reject what he thought about the supernatural, that "They aren't all evil "to become stronger, which will help him get rid of Hanako. He say it in the next part he talks about getting rid of him… and yet he could say, for example, "I will finally be able to help him" but no… he said he'd get rid of Hanako.

Which leads me to think "I'll do anything to get rid of this evil spirit Hanako"

I'm really sick of his fake kindness towards Hanako. He has decided - he will get rid of Hanako And I understand that Kou is "14", but even at 14 you can make a decision, stand by your own values! So his age is no excuse for me.

and one more thing, he decided to get rid of the supernatural, right? Now he is in training, during the conversation a "low level spirit" appeared and stood in front of him

his friend whom he wants to help him, but now he has to get rid of him. He will do it? No, I doubt it and I don't believe it.

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Bonus

Hanako has shown more than once that he values Kou's friendship and is important to him in moments such as p.p arc when he said that he didn't care about people and Kou and Nene showed up - he is happy with them or by disappearing and he didn't want to go . Feeling happy with Kou and Nene confirmation 2.

It really makes Kou look really bad in my eyes and I'm disappointed with his attitude it's chapter 97 not chapter 3.

I say this with a heavy heart because Kou was my second favorite character. Now.. I don't know what to think of him. All I feel now is sadness and great disappointment

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #minamoto kou #anonymous #my answers #Kou literally went back to 0 for me and his development went to waste.

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years

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Hello miss Squiggily! Since you still have slots open, mind if I request a haikyuu fic with lee Kageyama, and ler mainly Yamaguchi (some of the teammates may help as well it's up to you), have a nice day Squi!

Heyo anon! :D Thank you! This prompt was so cute, and I love a good rarepair, platonic or romantic! I hope you like it and have a great day aswell!

“Yamaguchi. Can you show me how to do that?”

The mentioned boy startled, turning around to find an unexpected face. “K-Kageyama? Wait, what?” He stammered. Surely he wasn’t asking him for help- not the king of the court!

“The floating serve you do. It looks interesting. Can you show me how to do it?” Kageyama asked again, furrowing his brow. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to-”

“No!” Yamaguchi cut in, cringing on how sharp it came out. “I mean- Sure! I’ll teach you-just; why the sudden interest? Your jump serves are already powerful.”

“Just because I’m good at one thing doesn’t mean I don’t want to learn other stuff.” Kageyama shrugged. “You make them look so…effortless. I wanted to know what it takes to do it.” The setter averted his eyes, clearing his throat. “So…yeah, what do you say?”

Yamaguchi stared at him, his heart speeding up. He made them look effortless…him! When just a few games prior he was flopping at the whistle. His chest twisted with an odd sense of pressure and…joy.

He started to smile.

“Okay. I’ll do my best to help. Fair warning, I’m not a great teacher though.”

Kageyama rolled his eyes. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

~~~

Two things were learned that evening.

One: Yamaguchi’s claim on not being a great teacher had some merit.

Two: Kageyama might have been a setting prodigy, but serves were his weakness.

“Ah! Why does it keep doing that?” He grunted in frustration at the ball once again flying off course. Yamaguchi had tried to explain it to him, but the most he could get out was “It’s kinda like a leaf getting carried off in the wind, sorta.” Which was great for description, but not so much in terms of technique.

“U-Um, perhaps it’s your hands…” Yamaguchi offered shakily, growing more anxious as Kageyama grew more frustrated. When the setter turned to look at him, he flinched at the angry stare. “Or it could be something else, I might be just seeing things-”

“Yamaguchi.” Kageyama closed his eyes, willing his expression to soften. “What about my hands?”

“Right. Um- it’s the way you hit the ball. H-Here, it’s easier if I show you.” He got up and walked over, standing just behind Kageyama and raising his arm. “When you serve, you have to hit it like this, right? And then…”

He trailed off upon feeling the other shake beneath his touch. Confused, he looked at where his hands were. One was resting on Kageyama’s forearm while the other sat on his hip. Perhaps he was uncomfortable? Feeling embarrassed, he started to pull away. “S-Sorry, that was-”

“Ha!”

Both boys froze, the sudden yelp of laughter Kageyama let out rang between them. The king blushed scarlet, eyes wide with embarrassment. Yamaguchi blinked. “Was that-”

“No! It wasn’t! I just-”

“You laughed-”

“No I didn’t!”

Yamaguchi stared.

And then he smiled.

“You’re ticklish.”

“No I’m not!” Kageyama backed up, arms coming to his waist protectively while he glared daggers at the other. “That was a fluke! I er-I laugh when I’m nervous!”

“You’re nervous? What for?” Yamaguchi asked, slowly walking towards him. Kageyama shuffled back, lips twitching in an involuntary grin.

“I-I don’t know! I just am!” Kageyama felt the wall of the gym hit his back, the giggles he fought so hard to hold back started creeping up his throat. “Stahahy back!”

“Hm…I don’t know. You seem rather stressed, Kageyama.” Yamaguchi smiled cheekily. “Maybe that’s the problem? We gotta loosen you up!” With that he dived forward, quickly closing the gap between them and scribbling his fingers against his sides.

“Ah! Waihiihihihihit! Yahahahhahamaguhuhuhuhchi!” The setter nearly collapsed instantly upon feeling the other’s fingers on his ribs, throwing his head back in mirth. “Coohohohohohme ohohohohohon, doohohoohohohn’t!”

“You’re not fighting back, so I’ll take it you’re enjoying yourself.” Yamaguchi giggled to himself, enjoying the rare sight. With each giggle and snort the setter let out, he felt his anxiety start to fade away. Feeling bold, he moved his hands up to Kageyama’s armpits just to see what would happen.

“AHEAHHAHHAHHA YOHOOHOHOU AHAHAHAHHAHAHASS!” Kageyama howled, shooting his arms down and effectively trapping them there. Yamaguchi lit up like a christmas tree.

“Bad spot I take it? Hehe.”

“DOHOHOOHOOHOHN’T YOHOHOHOOHU HEHEHEHEHE MEHEHHEHEHEHE YOHOOHOHOHU FREHEHEHHCKED JEHEHEHEHRK! STAHHAHAHAHHAP IHIIHHIIHIHIT!” Kageyama slid down the wall, curling up in a ball to hide his flushed cheeks. Feeling merciful, Yamaguchi pulled his hands away, stepping back and letting the breathless setter recover. “Heh, you know- you kinda remind me of Tsukki. He’s just as ticklish; once you get him going he kinda just gives up.” He blushed, suddenly nervous. “But uh- don’t tell him I said that.”

“Nohohohoted…” Kageyama huffed, lightly glaring at the sheepish first year before him. “Dihihihid you really have to dohoho that?”

“Did it help?” Yamaguchi asked back, genuinely curious.

Help what? Now that he mentioned it…Kageyama did feel less stressed. His chest felt lighter, and despite the near dizzying effect of the tickles, he did have fun. “I guess it did…huh. I feel better.” Yamaguchi seemed to glow at this, the effect spreading to Kageyama and making him grin back. “But do it again and I’ll kill you.”

“Gah! Ye-yeah sure! I gotcha!” Yamaguchi nodded quickly, the gesture so cartoon-like it earned a snort from the setter. “I’m kidding. Here- help me up. I’m ready to try again.”

The pair got back to serving practice, and while Kageyama couldn’t say he made any real progress in figuring out the serve, he did make progress in figuring out Yamaguchi as a person.

He liked what he learned.

I hope this was good!

#Haikyuu!!#yamaguchi tadashi #kageyama tobio #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #rarepair #this was so much fun to make!

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