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souglias · 11 months

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Sougo returns late after a long day of work on his birthday and he finds that you're still awake.

Sougo x f!reader. Fluff. Timeskip Sougo because takes place during the Forever Yorozuya movie.

Word count: (tbc)

c/w: Swearing, possibly ooc sougo because I'm being really experimental with this, they are married. Also since I usually write for gn!readers, I wanted bring up again that the reader here is female just in case!

The light that streams through the sliding paper doors at the end of the hallway signals to Sougo that you’re awake. That you've been waiting for him.

Hijikata started nagging Sougo about how he should have told you to head to sleep first, and not tire yourself out waiting for him. Sougo retorts that he did and you simply refused to listen.

Before Hijikata could continue, Sougo walks away to your shared room. Out of all the people, Hijikata being the person to lecture him pushed all his buttons.

Sougo wishes he lived in an entire house with you and no one else. But with the White Curse and the crackdown on the rebels, he makes himself content with what he can get.

When he slides the door open, he finds a tea table with a teapot and an almost empty teacup atop it. Beside them is a bowl of cut apples, the flesh of the fruit still a pale yellow. You're next to the table, with a hand in the clothing drawer--his clothing drawer to be exact-- and the other atop of a neatly folded yukata on the tatami.

At the sound of the door opening, you turn towards him and smile. "You're back."

"I told you I'd be back late. You should have gone to sleep."

He sits cross-legged next to you, and he tips the teapot. The amount of tea left is only enough to fill half of the small cup.

"I can't fall asleep without you."

Sougo scoffs, "That's a given with how tea works on you and how much you've drunk, idiot."

In retaliation, you shove a slice of apple into his mouth. The fragrance of the apple only barely tickles his nose. When he bites down on it, the juice fills his mouth, yet the blandness makes him flinch slightly.

"This tastes like fucking piss."

"Oh? I didn't know you knew what piss tastes like. Well, you just have to make do. People don't sell birthday cakes out there anymore. I only found some fruits, which aren't easy to get now, as you know."

He narrows his eyes at you and props one knee up, resting an arm above it.

"You're pretty dumb for someone who's my wife."

You raise an eyebrow at him, prompting him to continue. "Save the money for something else. Get better ingredients and cook some good food for us. I can continue to make the rest jealous and make them beg me to ask you to cook for them too."

It's your turn to scoff, but your frown quickly turns into an amused smile instead.

You place the yukata you took out earlier and a yukata obi in his lap. Shifting yourself behind him, you undo his ponytail and start running your fingers through his hair.

Sougo's scalp tingles when your fingertips brush against his head as you untangle his hair. Fatigue slowly kicks in as he sits in silence. If he closes his eyes now, it would be easy to pretend that the calamity that has befallen Edo has never happened.

He closes his eyes. His surroundings melt away, and only the image of your fingers in his hair drifts in and out of his mind.

After a while, you rest your hands on his shoulders tenderly. Sougo cracks one of his weary eyes open.

"Go wash up, I can still smell the blood on you. I don't sleep beside people who stink."

Sougo hisses at you, but he drags himself out of the room to wash up anyway. When he returns after his shower, he plops himself right in front of you and atop the futon that you've laid on the floor.

"You're a real brat, you know that right? Your sister really spoilt you."

"What can I say? I am an adorable little brother. And couldn't you do this little thing for the birthday boy? The apple slices tasted like shit, so that doesn't count as a present."

You complain and trash him for making you slave away for him, but you still reach for a comb and untangle his hair again for him. It's a mundane task. But the mundane things are what you hold the closest to your heart. When you watched Edo descend into the ruin it is now in, you watched fate rob things that were what people treasured the most.

Soon after, the two of you make yourselves comfortable in the futon in the familiar dark. Your head is tucked under his jaw and his arm is draped over your waist.

With his even breaths, you assume that he's already fallen asleep. Shifting yourself slightly to look at his face, you observe his weary features illuminated by the faint moonlight. You can only imagine how exhausting the day must have been.

You wanted him to share the burden with you. But he wouldn't, always saying that you weren't ready and told you to stay behind. Without thinking, you mumble, "When will you finally let me follow you and fight by your side?"

"Not so soon. You still suck at using a sword."

It takes you everything not to jump.

"I thought you were asleep. And we know that's not true, Saito said I got pretty good. I can use a bow and an arrow too."

Sougo drawls, "Stay here, where it's safe. Only shitheads barge into battles when they have a haven."

"I'm a shithead. You're a shithead."

Silence falls between the two of you, leading you to feel a tinge of disappointment again. He's either fallen asleep or he's dropping the conversation. Sighing, you shut your eyes for the night and give in to the lethargy.

"Fine."

Your eyes widened.

"Tomorrow. You, follow me. We see how."

His response causes your heart to soar. You kiss his jaw before burying your head in the crook of his neck. You're not even sure if he's fully drifted off to sleep, but it's the least of your concerns now.

"Good night and happy birthday, my shithead."

Happy belated birthday you fucking do-S character. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed this!

#okita sougo x reader #sougo x reader #okita sougo imagines #gintama x reader #gintama writing #okita sougo #gintama #souglia.s #grgDGRJHG Im not very happy with this honestly but I feel like the more I continue the more it's not really gonna get any better so #Putting this gintama fic out there rn #maybe the one for gin will be better if I do end up writing for his birthday mehopes #i have no idea what to title this if anyone has ideas u can feel free to send it my way

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sleepythemvp · 1 year

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Hi! Can you please do a headcanon on obey me the 7 brother with mc who has the same personality as onion cookie from cookie run pls. Like, shy, timid, crybaby and afraid of demons because of her nightmares. Always carry her plushie with her as a company.

<Well, i will give you my best try- since my grammar sometimes kinda mess up-

What if MC have the same personality as Onion Cookies?

Warning: Fluff, OOC, Crying and screaming! Yea bad grammar

OBEY ME!

Lucifer

Damn.

Yeaaa idk where to start, how about this? Can you imagine you, yourself just following his order because you scared of him

He look likes he could kill you at any seconds like- the sharp looking eyes ooh-

He just gonna make you sit on his lap while he doing those boring paper work

Asking how’s your day been and why are you have that lil plushy with you 24/7, etc etc, trying to make you feel comfortable

Tell you to have some deep breath when you just about to cry-

Oh hell- hug you gently and I CAN EVEN IMAGINE HIS LITTLE SMILE-

“Hey MC? Can you come here for a second?”

You following his words, come near to the table thats have a lot of paper, prepare to run at any seconds because you might gonna be his next meal in the following breakfast or lunch or dinner.

“W-well, what do you need?-“

You don’t even have time to finish your sentences. He pick you up and place you in his lap, you just look straight, asking yourself what in the devil is going on

“…um- i- why are you-“

“Are you comfortable?”

“Well yes..”

He start to asking you about your day, do you have any trouble, how’s what the meal, anything that make you uncomfortable, what is your favorite type of clothes, how many plushy do you have, how was your sleep, etc and etc-

And it seems like nothing else is going pretty well between both of you, you start to relax your body and mind, oh about the future! Its already up to you.

Mammon

This dudeee

Now we are talking.

GIRL/BRO- THIS CLINGY DEMON IS GONNA ASK YOU FOR YOUR GRIMM SINCE HE LOOK LIKE A ✨P L A Y B O Y✨ and you don’t want to get in any trouble or getting shatter because of him

“Can I touch your plushy” it’s definitely the first thing he will ask when you rush in your room when you doing your homework

Following you for 24/7

He will carry you to the bedroom since you pass out when you first arrived at Devildorm (CARRY TO TAKE CARE NOT THAT KIND OF BOOM SHAKALAKA YOU KNOW?)

“Hey ya MC! How’s the day?”

Fooking kick your door, you accident throwing one of your plushy because you was scared and start to screaming like crazy

Trying to keep you quiet and make you comfortable, because you’re standing on the wardrobe trying to defend yourself from him and sobbing at the same time

When you got down from the wardrobe, he just hug you and ruff your hair

“I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m here to protect you y’know?”

“O-oh, thank you”

And the you guys just chilling with each other, he will definitely buy something for you like, drink stuff, or just some snacks.

Leviathan

Since both of you are introvert- this is gonna be a pretty awkward moment

He just sitting in front of his pc and you just sitting in front of his manga collection

After like- probably- an hours or so, you guys finally start to speak to each other

“Hey MC! Check out this new anime, it’s really interesting”

“I- never seen anything like this one before!”

And then you guys just sitting on the floor and watching anime with each other. You just hugging your plushy meanwhile he just hugging his body pillow

TBC

<I’m sorry kinda busy lately- this is all I got for you guys atm:,D. Thank y’all for supporting me even though I’m still busy as heck<3 have a nice day, stay hydrated!

Slee is going to take a nap, brb.

#sleetheeels #obey me x reader #obey me #mammon x reader fluff #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #lucifer x reader fluff #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon

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blimbo-buddy · 9 months

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IvyPool and HollowFlight notes for the Ivy-Rock AU:

So I want to expand the friendship between these two, as usual from me. I'm still mad over the retcon of HollowFlight going from being IvyPool's friend to now IvyPool's apprentice with no prior knowledge of each other. Also side note, HollowFlight goes by He/She but to avoid confusion, I'll be referring to him with He/Him only

(These parts follow canon more closely, we'll get into other territories soon enough)

IvyPaw and HollowPaw meet each other in the dark forest as usual. IvyPaw is distant to HollowPaw and frequently lashes out at him, wanting "no distractions"

Eventually though they do bond, especially after HollowPaw helped her defeat DarkStripe in that water training scene

This part doesn't happen in canon but I didn't want the ordering to be weird once I got into the non-canon following stuff. The two properly meet during a gathering and they just have a swell time. This is where IvyPaw gets a first look at how the other apprentices mistreat HollowPaw and IvyPaw kind of has a typical "Hm well maybe if you just didn't suck at your chores and worked harder for your society then this wouldn't happen" thought that most clan cats have

Time passes and they have their usual routine. Training, patrols, sleep, and then more training in the Dark Forest. And then the time comes around where their Warriors Assessments take place. That night, as usual, the trainees meet up in the Dark Forest and IvyPaw and HollowPaw see each other again as usual.

(Now we get into the stuff that gradually follows the canon less and less)

IvyPaw passed her assessment and becomes IvyPool and HollowPaw!… fails his warriors assessment, badly. His blunder put a bunch of the Riverclan apprentices at risk of major injury, and not to mention this was in front of many cats.

IvyPool during this has been becoming more and more frustrated at life, her family, her few friends, and especially Starclan

She makes a comment that implies that she is telling HollowPaw that it basically was his own fault and that if he was actually a capable cat - and not a waste of air-, then he would actually try harder, further implying that he wasn't "trying hard enough" to begin with. This also comes from deep insecurities that IvyPool has about herself.

She eventually makes the situation about herself and HollowPaw catches onto this almost immediately and he retorts back at her. Then she spits back, and he raises his voice, then she starts yelling, then he yells back, and they both start loudly arguing with each other, hissing and spitting at each other.

Needless to say, their friendship ends on a horrible note, that was the last they ever talked to each other. Some time passes by after this, the two sometimes see each other but they never acknowledge one another if that happened.

They stopped talking to each other in the Dark Forest, only ever really working together if the training of that night required it. Until IvyPool stopped showing up.

HollowPaw figured that it wasn't anything bad, until he overheard another trainee mention that they heard rumors that IvyPool disappeared from Thunderclan and that everybody was worried sick for her

Don't know what else leads up to this (Still thinking about it), but eventually HollowPaw is further manipulated by being told that Starclan allowed for IvyPool to go missing, and that if they truly were worth fighting for, they would have never let that happen. And it works

HollowPaw becomes HollowFlight after finally passing his assessment, he's incredibly quiet and isolates himself from his other clan mates

The great battle comes around and HollowFlight fights against Starclan, dying in the process, cementing his place in history as a Warrior of the Dark Forest

Still need to brain storm what I want to do with him post-OotS, I definitely will be including him in TBC though. Any suggestions or questions are welcomed

#blimbo rambles #wc #ivy-rock au

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troutfur · 7 months

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Frostpaw spends a night over in WindClan with Whistlepaw and the two become fast friends.

Some notes of what I'm thinking about with this:

Mothwing doesn't have a connection with StarClan so she'd like Frostpaw to get some mentorship on that from Kestrelflight who is already training Whistlepaw.

Whistlepaw is mentioned as being a warrior apprentice in TBC The Silent Thaw before becoming a med cat apprentice. I think that is super interesting given that Frostpaw quits to be a warrior.

Can include questions from Frostpaw like "What was being a warrior apprentice like?" "What was hunting like?" "Do you miss it?" "How do you know if your visions are real?" "What is StarClan like for you?" to break the ice, but then I imagine it leading into more questions about themselves and building a real friendship. :)

GIRLS' NIGHT! GIRLS' NIGHT! GIRLS' NIGHT!

I ADORED seeing this in my inbox. We hardly see much of the meddies' supposed trumping of Clan borders and I think a setup where they pass apprentices around to cover their weaknesses is super interesting.

And really it is a good excuse to think of Kestrelflight, how he'd be as a mentor, and the dynamic of the half-moon meetings post-Po3. It is nice to imagine the meddie apprentice club in their youth but now that they've grown so much. Jay's become a hero to the Clans, Willow's gone, Kestrel only now and very reluctantly takes an apprentice of his own. And he probably remains the single colleague Mothwing still has a good relationship with, so no wonder she's sending Frostpaw to him.

But let's not neglect the main girls themselves! You're so very right that as a warrior apprentice turned meddie she is in an interesting position to give advice to a doubting Frostpaw in discerning whether the path is good for her. Particularly I'm thinking in how one of the things Frostpaw feels a longing for is the idea of training alongside her siblings. She could satisfy a curiosity in that regard.

Aaaaaah! The thoughts are swirling, swirling, swirling here. Best to get right into the piece and let the soup settle there.

(Want me to write you a one-scene ficlet? Check out my guidelines and send it in! The more suggestions the better, that way I can have more leeway in chosing which make it to writing from here to November 30th.)

Frostpaw lay with her paws tucked under her side by side to Whistlepaw in the latter’s expanded nest.

The instructions for this part of the special training session had seemed simple enough: sleep. The fragrant herb mixture that they’d woven into the moss lining as well as the chants she’d performed under the pristine light of stars on a moonless night would take care of the rest. Or at least so went that WindClan’s method for inducing contact with StarClan.

And yet, the RiverClan apprentice couldn’t help but feel uneasy with this whole thing. She shifted her position ever so slightly, careful to not disturb the sleep of her nestmate for the night. The exercise was beginning to feel as fruitless as the other things Kestrelflight had been trying to teach her. From the daily prayer routine in praise of Moth Flight he’d tried to drill into her to his lesson on cloud reading, whatever spark that made Whistlepaw and Kestrelflight just get it seemed absent in her.

As she huffed in frustratrion, she felt a tail drape over her side and out of the corner of her vision saw an amber eye open tentatively. “Having trouble with this as well?” Whistlepaw whispered.

Frostpaw blinked, sneaking a glance into Kestrelflight’s nest to verify if the senior oracle was still resting belly up and with his head resting against the edge of his nest. After a few moments of seeing his chest gently rise and fall to the rhythms of sleep she turned back to Whistlepaw and gave a timid nod. “Did you... did you also have trouble your first time?”

“Oh, this is my first time,” she replied.

Frostpaw’s ears drooped at hearing that. She’d forgotten that although her friend was twice her age she too had only recently been made an oracle’s apprentice.

“Don’t worry about it,” she reassured, caressing her tail across the younger apprentice’s flank. “At least you didn’t sprain an ankle and crash into an abandoned burrow on your first day learning how to run down a rabbit.”

Frostpaw turned to her friend with wide eyes to which Whistlepaw only gave a solemn nod. “Did it...?”

“Hurt? My pride more than anything. By the time Kestrelflight gave me the okay to leave his den everyone was still chattering about it. Flutterfoot more than anyone.” She stopped to shake her head. “Lucky opportunist. The rabbit ended up hopping right into his paws. But I had my payback next quarter moon during battle training. Should’ve seen his face when I swept him off his feet and pinned him in three heartbeats flat.”

Frostpaw purred for her peer as she imagined the scene. For a moment she spotted Kestrelflight shift in his nest out of the corner of her eye, making her heart skip a beat. But as he rolled onto hsi side and curled up in what was clearly still a dream state, she relaxed once again.

“Heavy sleeper as they come,” Whistlepaw whispered into her ear. “Don’t wanna tempt StarClan but I bet that even if we spoke normally he wouldn’t wake up. Anyway, my point is we all have our strengths and weak points. Bet this just means this iss going to be an area in which you’re gonna need to put a little more work in.”

“Thank you,” Frostpaw muttered, trying to go back and sleep as instructed.

“So,” Whistlepaw began again. “What made you chose to become an oracle’s apprentice?”

“Oh, well,” Frostpaw began. “It’s just that I’ve always had a gift for dreaming of things before they happen. Like when I would dream of a storm coming over camp and even though the sky had been clear it would pour all over us.”

“Ah, so a natural in prophecy,” Whistlepaw said, giving a slight bump to her fellow apprentices’s shoulder. “No wonder divination is hard for you.”

“And why did you chose to become Kestrelflight’s apprentice?” she asked. “You were about to become a warrior, weren’t you?”

“The warrior life loses its starshine when you are so close to it,” she replied. “It just got so boring to be doing the same old tasks. And even the things that I was very good at, like pummeling my siblings in battle training was getting repetitive. I much more liked the idea of being here, always learning something new.”

“Don’t you ever miss them?” she asked.

Whistlepaw shrugged. “I still see them all the time. You’d almost believe Flutterfoot keeps getting into freak accidents just so he can come brag to me that he’s got his warrior name.” She paused for a moment. “Do you not see your own littermates much?”

Frostpaw shook her head. “Mothwing prefers to treat all patients on her own. Often leaves me to keep memorizing herbs. Was it fun training with them?”

“I suppose,” Whistlepaw replied. “Except when they got competitive. At least when you’re an oracle’s apprentice you aren’t getting challenged to endless rematches or stuck hearing their nine times nine excuses on why really if you think about it they only came in last on the practice race due to bad luck.”

A pause settled between them as the topic seemed to have been exhausted but suddenly Whistlepaw spoke up again. “How about you try telling Mothwing that you’re overwhelmed? A good mentor must be able to find a pace that their apprentice feels comfortable.”

“I can try that,” Frostpaw said with a yawn.

Whistlepaw smiled at that. Seems tiring her out worked in the end!

#warrior cats #wc #frostpaw #whistlefrost #kestrelflight #mothwing

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colored-comas · 4 months

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No Rest For The Innocent.

" Falling asleep usually leads into dreaming or darkness, and thats held close as relief. Calming, safe, and wanted...

Though, for some, when they slip into sleep?

It's not the same peace and relaxation.

For some, it's a reenactment.

A WarZone for others.

Never getting to feel the grip of sleep, instead only waking into alternative realities. Replaying the familiar scrips of their own stories, beloved creativity and creation. Turning sour as they're forced to live it's story out at night.

Writing, recording, all expressions leading into those hellish nights.

Leaving,

No Rest For The Innocent. "

Colored Comas. Prequel, Completed.

Upwards Bound. Early Story, WIP.

WarZone.

No Rest For The Innocent.

After Hours.

HellBent.

[ TBC ]

While this is not the main or core part of the story, I feel the need to address it before continuing on:

This story covers incredibly dark topics, the storylines and characters are reflections and/or projections of the people writing the story. We do not support nor glorify any dark topics such as abuse, child experiments, or forms of extreme violence and harm. It's all in the name of fiction, or things that the authors are projecting from our own bad experiences.

This story is not aimed for those under 15 years of age, it includes dark and serious topics, possible adult content, and themes of harm. Be careful and take care of yourself, please.

The authors of this story are all 18 and older, despite the story not being focused on such themes mentioned above, they do appear within the text at times. Thank you.

Authors Info:

❤️Zachary Torres, he/it, age 19. @warpaint-sys

🩶Hosuh M., they/she, age 21.

💜Stephen Zhou, he/it/xe, age 19.

💚Beccah Scott, she/they, age 20.

🧡Cole Seiler, they/she/he, age 21.

🩷Kelly Basset, she/her, age 18.

🩵Siren Rae, he/void/xei, age 19. @siren--squid

🤍Sam Tamayo, it/he/they, age 20. @sammy--moh

Main Characters:

Adam Dyam. ☀️

Star Zhou. 🌟

Tyler Elijah. 🦇

Barney Yavuz. 🍃

Rory Brooks. 🌧

Maxwell Lewis. 🔥

Michael Sawyer. 🌈

Tobias Evans. 📺

Side Characters:

That would make this list so long.

Spotify Playlists for the characters!

Adam.

Star.

Ty.

Barney.

Rory.

Max.

Mike.

Tyler. { Side Character! }

Ramen. { Background Character! }

Songs are added either based on the character vibe, or we have connected the lyrics to the characters story!

DNI - proship, antiship, endogenic community, under age 15, believe in personality disorder abuse, and basic criteria you've read everywhere else.

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vinziel · 3 months

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Experiment #251 Bruce/Spruce x Lab Experiment!Male Reader

Part 1

Part 2

A/N: It'll be like Bruce meeting Lab Experiment reader. ALSO IMPORTANTLY. This will be future Bruce, the Bruce we see in vacay Island. EXPECT!!!! Him and Brandy obviously aren't married and don't have children. Though they are still business partners. This will contain two parts.

"Lab Experiment #251" is what you heard when your cell door opened, seeing the troll in white scientists like clothes, you look up, the man was holding a syringe and all you could think was "Not another one" these syringes contained chemicals that made you have VERY vivid dreams, like life-like. Whatever you felt in that dream, you actually felt, like it really happened to you, and you hated that. You didn't really know what they wanted to accomplish with this but every time they inject you with the syringe the dreams grow more life-like, you were one of the only experiments to scream at night due to the dreams, worst part, the chemical made you unable to wake up from the dreams but, good thing your cell was sound proof. As they inject you with the syringe your eyes glow slightly before returning, as you take deep breaths, all you wished was to escape this hell hole. After injecting you with the syringe the scientist gave you some food. It was hard to reach the chains in your arms and neck but you got it at least, and able to eat.

One day there was an outbreak of Lab Experiment #105 who was notorious for escaping, escaped again, but this time she accidentally dropped the key to the chains and door into your cell, you don't know how she got this but you were thankful it got to you, and it slid closed to you enough for you to reach it and hide it before anyone noticed. You acted like normal the rest of the day, until when it was lights off it was your time to shine, unlike some of the other experiments you were a bit more attentive, and you knew the soldiers take 30 minute breaks to sleep every hour during the night shift and you were going to use this to your advantage. With the key you slowly opened the chains and the doors, crawling quietly to your escape, successfully passing the guards, running to the forest, fast, you finally escaped, but now you didn't know where to go, you were very sleepy but you didn't want to sleep yet, the syringe made you able to sleep easily, so you were fighting to stay awake to be able to run far enough from the Laboratory.

After running for hours non-end your body gives up, and you fall to the ground, and you start the dream, the dreams always have unique ways of torturing you, and you wonder what it's gonna be this time. You looked around and saw you were strapped to a machine, and then you saw a claw from those claw machines, your eyes widen as you scream when your chest and stomach get ripped apart, reveling your organs, as the claw started to take them one by one, and you felt every pain of this, you cried, sometimes the claw would drop the organ and restart. After the dreams over you wake up, breathing heavily, you look around and you aren't in the forest now, you saw you were in a room? The room was empty, the bed was comfy, and you just laid back down, taking deep breaths. Then a man came inside, he was a troll like you, a bit round, not meant to insult the man of course, he had giant purple hair and was only wearing an opened polo that was beach-styled "Hello, how are you feeling?" The man asked, a bit worried but happy your awake "W-who are you? Where am I?" You asked curiously, confused and a bit scared, yawning "Well I'm Bruce, and you're in one of my guest rooms" Bruce answered, smiling, you nod

(TBC)

#trolls 3 #trolls #trolls band together #gay trolls #gay #bisexual #gay reader #bruce trolls #male reader #brozone x male reader #spruce x male reader #spruce x reader #bruce x male reader #bruce x reader #lab experiment #lab Experiment reader

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gatheringfiki · 6 months

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The following ficlet was written by @miaulady based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Rating TBC

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

See The World Through My Eyes

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Fili watched the sun rise, painting the tip of the mountains gold until it faded away like the steam from his cup of coffee.

He loved the morning hours, watching the world be lit up slowly and steady. It was a marvel he tried not to miss.

But he could not stay and see the day pass by and see how the same place had so many faces over just one day. He had to get groceries and actually get one of his paintings done. And he could not do that when he was gazing at everything.

———

Kili cursed after hanging up the phone. There was no need to put the stress on the poor worker on the other side of the line. It was hardly their fault that his car broke down right here, in the middle between ‘End of the World’ and ‘Last Stop before Nothing’.

He snapped a picture of the empty rode.

This had not been the plan and his mother had warned him that this might happen. That he would get lost or stuck somewhere strange and where he knew no one. He had dismissed it like the young fool he was and now, here he was. Nowhere and Alone.

He tried to argue his bad mood away with that this was part of the experience. That it wasn’t that bad and surely there was village close by where he could ask for shelter in a church or café. There always was.

He checked his phone and- this could not be true. He had already past the point of “Last Stop before Nothing”. The next village, if you could call it that, was six hours away. Per foot. And he would be slower with his luggage, as well as the factor that his food would run out far too soon. And the sun was already setting, making a hiking adventure the errand of an idiot and fool, asking to get hurt and die.

He kicked the wheel of his car to let out some of the frustration.

This was not fair.

This had been supposed to be his time to see the world and find out more about himself before he decided what to become.

Well, now he knew one thing about himself. He hated being stuck out here, alone and lost, with no way out.

The noise of a car reached his ears and Kili looked, hoping that maybe it was already the tow truck, miraculously arriving not five minutes after he was told they would not make it there for the next three days.

It was not the tow truck but an old Jeep, the teal colour of it heavily affected by it’s age.

The car stopped and Kili hoped, prayed, that the person would be helpful and not a murderer or other psychopath.

When the driver jumped out Kili decided he did not care if he was to die or be tortured. That man was gorgeous and it at least would be kind of worth it to have this as the last thing he would see before dying.

He shook his head. Why was he thinking like that? No one would die. He was being ridiculous.

“Are you lost?” The man came closer and smiled at him. Kili could see the dimples forming and wanted to preserve that forever. But snapping a photo out of nowhere from a stranger would be so creepy. He would just ask later.

“No and Yes?” he laughed. “I took a wrong turn, decided to take the long route and then my car broke down.”

“Bad luck,” the man nodded. “Is someone coming to pick you up?”

“In three days,” Kili scoffed and the man grinned.

“Ah. Yeah. Lofurson Pick up, right? It’s a family business and currently there is a lot of stress. Well, nothing is going to happen to your car out here. Unless a bear wakes up too early from his winter sleep.”

“What a relief,” Kili grumbled. “Where are you headed?”

“Home,” came the automatic reply from the man. And for a few seconds he didn’t catch up that that hadn’t been what Kili had asked. As the realisation came it came with a wonderful blush. “I mean-” he sighed and pointed to a small rode with no tar and almost invisible to the eye. “My house is on the end of that rode.”“There is a village there?” Kili was surprised. He had not seen one on any map, least of all the trusty internet.

“No,” the man shook his head. “Just my house.”

“One house?”

“Just the one,” he nodded and then offered: “You could stay the night.”

Kili had no other real choice but to accept thankfully.

Staying with a total stranger. Another thing he had not planned or even thought of.

——-

Kili, as Fili found out, was a photographer. Or it was what Fili had settled on.

Travelling the world for a year and then decide what to do as job had sounded strange to Fili. He had never gotten the urge to leave this place. He had grown up in these mountains, in the quirky small villages and their odd people.

Kili seemed similiar confused by Fili.

Two worlds were colliding and neither understood the other one quiet right.

Some part of what Kili had said made sense to Fili. His love for the photographs and the memories they held. The understanding of a different kind of art that was not Fili’s. And a sentence later Kili had lost him completely with talking about the grand beauty of some place full of humans. Humans had never crossed Fili’s mind as beautiful. Especially not as crowds. As individuals maybe but then he found them intriguing in their character and behaviour. Not in their existence as such, not like he viewed the birds sitting on his windows and the night air. They only had to exist to be marvelous. Humans? Humans had to work to be marvelous, at least for Fili. Clearly that was not the case for Kili.

But now Kili was in his home. The couch already prepared for him to crash on for the night.

Fili placed an orange on the table and looked at it critically.

“What has the orange done to offend you?” Kili looked up from the journal he had been scribbling in.

“Nothing,” Fili waved him off. “I just can’t find the right position for it.”

“You want to draw an orange?” Kili sounded like an adult asking a child if it was sure it was a good idea to lick the ice.

“And?” Fili was close to snapping. He was not someone used to staying with long around other people. Maybe he was an awful hermit, sue him.

“Alone?” Kili asked again. “Like, minimalism?”

Fili shrugged, “Why not? Get out of my comfort zone, challenge myself.” After all, why not? He had invited a stranger to stay with him and that was so far out his normal behaviour that he might as well try a new style.

Kili hummed and grabbed the orange.

“Hey!”

“If you really want to get out of your comfort zone, might I suggest something?”

That little arrogant- Fili closed his eyes and nodded. He was mature and he could take in the opinions of others. That was important if you wanted to be a good artist. Take the criticism and learn from it. What exactly you learned from it was of course up to debate, if it was something for your art to improve on or that the person making the statement should be kicked out as soon as the sun rose high enough to do so. But you learned from it.

“The paintings around here are yours?”

Again he nodded and watched Kili lean back on the couch.“Minimalism isn’t fully out of comfort zone,” Kili started to peel the orange and Fili could feel his eyebrow starting to twitch. “You could paint a single orange with no problem and you know that. Your issue is that it would be boring.”

Fili crossed his arms, “Are you going somewhere with this?”

“Out of your comfort zone would be a portrait. You paint nature and animals. Not humans. Not one painting of a person is around here.”

Fili watched as the orange was more and more stripped and felt as if Kili was stripping him bare of his walls by simply stating the obvious.

But art had always been very personal and emotional for Fili. And so he choose steady things to draw. And people were anything but steady.

Exhibit A sitting right in front of him, on his couch, eating his orange.

He turned and left the room.

——–

Great.

Just. Great. Well done, Kili! Three hours, that is a new record for getting on someones nerves so drastically without even trying.

Fili had been kind, generous and understanding of his situation, taken him into his home and promised food and a shower.

And what did Kili do? Poked and prodded at him with questions and talked about his journey. Ending with, what Kili had by now titled, the Orange-Disaster.

Dinner had been separate and Kili had not seen Fili at all since then.

The night had been mostly sleepless with some light dozing.

Technically it was still night, the darkness pressing against the windows and the glass door. The door that at other places would lead to a proper garden but here, in Fili’s home, it lead to the wild wood and probably a cliff.

Maybe Kili could jump off it to resolve the Orange-Disaster. It felt appropriate to his sin. He had hurt Fili by criticising his paintings, his art. You didn’t do that with strangers. You didn’t do that with friends. You didn’t do that period. And he had done it. Like the idiot he was. Fili probably had a reason for not drawing humans. Kili could understand not wanting to go insane over a hand or maybe he had some other reason. It wasn’t Kili’s business what Fili painted, how he painted it or if he painted it at all! But god he wished it he could understand him.

He had to apologise, that much was clear.

Or jump of said possible cliff.

Currently he was voting for the cliff.

A dark night and an overdramatic mind. He could not claim to be in a reliable headspace.

Which maybe was why he stood up, dragging the blanket along, and sat down right at the glass door, staring outside into the dark, like he had lost his mind. Maybe he had.

Black.

What did Fili see here that was so special to stay and paint? Nothing interesting showed itself to Kili. It was boring and monotone.

There had to be something he was missing.

He decided to not move until he figured it out. He had to at least try.

His eyes became heavier but he refused to return to the couch. He had made up his mind and would stick through it no matter what.

And the darkness was lifting a bit, his eyes getting used to it. Kili could see the shapes of the trees and their branches. A bit like skeletons and spider nets, he thought.

——–

Fili had missed the start of the sunrise.

He had not slept well, feeling guilty for ignoring Kili just because he was couldn’t handle the idea that someone saw through him so quickly with his paintings.

There was still some time left to see the end of the sunrise and so Fili walked down the stairs, trying to be quiet for Kili’s sake. He didn’t had to wake the poor guy at an hour he knew other people declared as inhumane.

When he reached the living room the couch was empty. And Kili was sitting in front of the door, the blanket around his shoulders, looking outside, his face leaning on the glass.

Fili stayed where he was. In the back of the room. And just watched. Feeling like he was seeing something he wasn’t supposed to witness, no one was supposed to wintess. But he could not look away. If he looked away he would miss it.

Whatever It was. He only knew he had to see.

——–

Kili had watched the darkness lift, revealing more and more of the world, the wood and, yes, a cliff. He saw the sharp edge. A hike to it would probably be a good hour or longer, depending on if you even could reach it.

He could see the mountains and how they started to glow in the sun. A pink hue settling over them, giving them the appearance as if they were blushing at the attention they were getting.

He watched as birds started to fly through the trees and the world woke up.

One bird was more brave than the others and landed right at the door. Looking curious at Kili and Kili looking curious back.

It was blue. So blue. Like someone spilled a pot of ink over it.

Kili didn’t dare to breathe, worrying it would get spooked and fly away again. A bit like Fili, he thought. Rare, beautiful, but easily spooked and then gone in a flash. If you were lucky they might return. But how often was someone lucky twice in their life?

But he had to breathe at some point. He tried to keep it slow and steady. And the bird stayed, picking at the ground, looking at Kili and preening his wings. Such blue wings. And a white belly, Kili noticed. How adorable.

And then it flew off.

Kili sighed disappointed.

Another one he spooked off.

“They are called Mountain bluebirds. Not a very creative name. But fitting.”

Kili turned around a saw that he was indeed a second time lucky. Fili was there, standing in the room. And he spoke to him.

“It was so adorable,” mumbled Kili. “And it flew off because I frightened it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Fili stepped closer and kneeled down next to him. “He will come back. And he will bring friends. They always do. Especially when I put out some peanuts and berries.” He stood up and stretched. “How about some coffee?”

“I am sorry,” Kili blurted out, feeling if he didn’t say it now he would never say it. “About yesterday. Your paintings are beautiful.” And they were. He knew that yesterday too. But now after seeing the morning in the mountain, he felt he understood more of the paintings. They held some of the wonder of that little blue bird, curiously peeking at him, and the blushing mountains. No wonder Fili stayed.

Or maybe his brain was just fried from no sleep. He didn’t mind if it helped him understand Fili more.

“I am sorry too.” Fili whispered. “I am not used to people, clearly. And I should have reacted better. Now,” he said louder. “Coffee.”

———-

The atmosphere had shifted, changed, transformed.

Fili was looking through Kili photos and asked Kili about each one.

He didn’t knew the places and he certainly didn’t know the people. But Kili admitted to not knowing them either. All of them had agreed when Kili asked them for a photo of them.

“Why?” Fili asked. “I mean,” he tried to correct himself. “Why these people specifically?”

“Just something about them,” Kili shrugged. “Something I like or find noteworthy. To be fair there is something about every person. But these just stood out to me.”

Fili placed the photo of a big man in front of Kili, “What about this one?”

“Originally I asked him for a photo because of the confidence he just had like it was his skin. But then; See those tattoos? I asked him about them and turns out he was in the same Regiment as my uncle. Small world.”

“This one?” It was the photo with three young girls, arms tight around each other.

“They were out together shopping. And onne had found out that she got cheated on and was crying out her eyes. That was her,” Kili tapped the one in the middle. The girl was sporting a huge grin but Fili could see the puffy eyes now that he was looking closer. “So I offered to take them to a café. A broken heart can’t be healed by mousse au chocolate but it sure helps. They agreed to a picture of all three of them in front of the café if I gave them a copy of it.”

“That was nice of you,” Fili looked through the rest of the photos. Wondering if Kili had a story for each one.

“I guess,” Kili shrugged. “I had still been in school then. So I payed with my moms money. I just like to keep the pictures I find important with me in that album.”

Just like Fili kept certain paintings in his house and didn’t sell them, no matter how much certain collectors offered to pay. And the sum could rise into swindeling heights on occasion.

“I like this one,” Fili showed Kili the photo. It was of a woman, her hands on her hips and she was smiling at someone off to the side, someone who apparently had made a terrible joke or done something stupid but loveable.

“My Mom,” Kili smiled at the photo. “That was long ago. Ten years, I think. It was my Dad’s birthday and he had fallen off the counter. Just after she had warned him to use the stepstool instead of free climbing the kitchen counter to reach the top of the cupboard for her favourite mug.”

“He must love her a lot.”

“He did.”

Past tense. Fili did not want to put his nose into something he had no place in. But maybe he could give Kili something similar. To even out the field again.

“Wait here,” he stood up from the couch. “I want to show you something.”

———

Kili was placing the photos all back into the album.

It might be odd to print them but Kili liked to have something physical. And this album was special.

To see how careful and attentive Fili went through each one and asked for more information made Kili feel seen. In a good way. Appreciated, interested in. He hadn’t felt like that for a while, not after his father died.

His hobby of photography hadn’t really been taken in with interest by his family. It was just something Kili did, nothing special, he would drop in a month or so. Except his father, who had bought him his first good camera and gifted him the album. “For the special ones,” he had winked at him. Kili hated that he had never thought to take a photo of his father. What if he forgot what he looked like?

Fili came back into the room, a covered painting in his hands and a careful face. As if he wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to do this.

“When you said that I did not paint people,” Fili started and stopped. A deep sigh followed and he sat down on the couch again next to Kili. “I only ever painted one person before. And I- I never did again.”

“Why not?”

Fili pulled the cover of the painting, revealing a man looking almost like Fili. But he was not. Instead of the striking blue eyes that Fili had, his were a deep brown and the nose was different. He was older too. Wrinkles at his eyes and around his mouth showed proof of a life full with laughter and enjoyment.

“Your father,” Kili said and leaned closer. Trying to see more of the person in the painting, what he was like except joyful. And he saw several things. The eyes spoke of passion and the tilt of the head of never ending curiosity. Kili knew he would have asked this man for a photo and then asked about his life, knew he would have ended in the special album.

Fili nodded, “He teached me to paint the world. He said painting a person is not possible. You can’t get them right. Catching their body, yes. But not the person.”

“I think you did.”

“No, I didn’t,” he shook his head. “It isn’t right. His eyes aren’t right. They were different. Deeper. Sadder, I think.”

Kili thought of how his mother’s eyes changed over the years.

“I see,” he carefully pulled the painting out of Fili’s hands. “But you captured something from him. Be proud and happy about that, right?”

“Everyone is their own worst critic, you mean?”

“I guess.”

Minutes of silence passed by. But it was comfortable. An understanding of each other in it.

Kili broke it, “Can I make a photo of you?”

“Yes, but only under one condition.”

“Deal.”

“You don’t even know what it is yet,” Fili smiled at him fondly.

“I don’t care.” He would have a photo of Fili, a memory of him. Wonderful Fili in his house in the mountains with his paintings.

“I want to paint you.”

Kili blinked, stunned into silence.

——–

Kili had stayed a whole week with Fili at this point. And somehow it seemed like he had been here forever.

Kili had made his photo of Fili. And another. And another. Never satisfied with it. Mumbling under his breath and frowning at his camera.

Fili had started to sketch Kili, to get used to the human body again. Every day, only Kili. Until he was satisfied with how he got more comfortable with it again.

Still Kili had no photo he seemed content with.

Fili had given Kili an orange and started the actual portrait without Kili noticing. Deciding he wanted to the painting to show the moment how Kili had seen him, through the art he didn’t create. He would never see an Orange the same way.

Kili laughed when Fili showed him how it was going along. Telling him how he had given the moment the name of “The Orange-Disaster”.

Bofur Lofurson had called and told Kili that his car was picked up and brought in to be fixed. Kili would get a call when his car was done, which shouldn’t take all that long.

Another photo of Fili was made and again no satisfaction found with it.

“I can’t understand,” whined Kili. “It is like you are an enigma for my camera.”

Fili hummed and put another stroke of teal for Kili’s shirt on his canvas.

He didn’t mind that Kili took so many photos of him. At the beginning he had been stiff and awkward when Kili took a photo, worrying about each and every hair he had and wrinkle in his shirt. Now it was as normal as birds flying. Birds flew and Kili took photos.

“How is your painting going along? At least one of us should have some progress,” Kili stepped around and took a look. “Damn, you are really good. Like a classical painting of ye olden times. I look so mature.”“You are not mature though,” Fili poked him in the ribs.

Kili put his finger in the orange paint and then across Fili’s face.

“I stand corrected.”

“Arrogant Bastard,” whispered Kili, leaned closer and kissed him.

When they separated Fili was staring wide eyed at Kili and Killi stared wide eyed back.

“Shit. Sorry,” Kili took a hasty step back.

———

Kili could see how Fili’s mind was sprinting to get to an answer, to understand what just happened and what to do next.

Why did he kiss him?! God. Just because Fili was gorgeous and he had fallen right into the warm and soft feeling of living with him, that didn’t mean Fili had also fallen in love.

“I am sorry,” he repeated again. “I- I will just- go outside. Yeah, I will go outside.”

As he reached his boots he felt arms going around him, holding him back and hugging him. Fili’s face pressing into his back.

“Fili?”

“Just, give me a minute,” mumbled Fili into his clothes.

And so they remained standing like this.

Kili carefully placed his hands over Fili’s arms, fearing that something might crumble away if he moved or breathed wrong.

“A week,” Fili started. “A week I know you and it feels like forever.”

Kili nodded, unsure if he was allowed to speak. But he rubbed Fili’s arms, trying to show that he understood.

“And you will be gone soon. Your car will be fixed and you will continue your journey, make more photos.”

Kili could feel his inside freeze. Right. He had totally forgotten. And he was supposed to be home for Christmas in a few weeks too. This was only temporary.

Fili put his face on Kili’s shoulder, sighing deeply and hugging him closer.

“I just, I already miss you. Which doesn’t make sense.”

“I will stay,” Kili blurted out. He had done already two spontaneous things without considering the consequences. What was a third?

“What?” Fili pulled back and turned him around by his shoulder.

“I will stay here with you! I do have to go back home for Christmas or my Mom might consider me a victim of a serial killer. But I will come back then.”

“What about seeing the world?”

“You can show me the world here, can’t you?”“Only a small part,” Fili frowned. “I can’t show you a desert in the Northern Moutains. And you like people, Kili. I am… more of a hermit.”

“Then we can go on a trip together. Later. Plan where we want to go. Maybe Europe. Asia. Africa. We can go and see it together. Not just the people but places like here. Where there is just us.”

He wanted, he wanted Fili to say yes so badly.

“What about deciding what you want to do as a job?”

“Travel Photography?” Kili shrugged. “I can find something to combine it all. Magazines or a Blog. And if you don’t want to travel, you can stay home and I will come back to you, show you all the places and only take you to the ones I know you will love.”

Fili looked at him seriously, considered it for a long time and then smiled.

“Then I think I can introduce you to an old friend of my dad.”

“You have friends?” Kili pulled up his eyebrows and grinned. “What about that Hermit status?”

“Very funny,” Fili pulled him back into the living room. “His name is Gandalf. An odd guy but-”

“Wait. Gandalf as in the founder of the magazine ‘Adventures around the world for every occasion’?”

“You know him?” Fili asked surprised.

“I got the idea of this trip from there! Put together my own route from certain Highlights. Only thing I couldn’t get in was watching the Polarlights. Everything was booked full.”

“Well, then you will get along perfectly fine with him. But fair warning, the editor is apparently a nightmare. If you trust Gandalfs word. The times I spoke to him he seeme perfectly pleasant though.”

“Buggins?”

“Baggins, I think.”“No,” Kili shook his head. “I think I would remember if the editor was named like a bag.”

Fili stopped after he picked up his phone and then started to laugh.

“What?” Kili asked and laughed as well.

“I- You-” Fili gasped for and pointed at the paint on the table. “I think you have orange paint on the back of your shirt now.”

Kili gasped and tried to turn his back to see, failing to spot his own back. But it would make sense, the streak of orange paint was mostly gone on Fili’s face.

#submission #Gathering 12 Days 2023 #Fili/Kili #FiKi #Durincest #the Hobbit

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muav99 · 11 months

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So first post eee!!! ( Not edited so bare with) but if you like i’ll write part 2🩷 My favorite truth or dare trope🤭

Ot8- Pg-13 Truth or Dare

Smut (almost) - Soft dom Felix X Sub reader, Y/N used, best friend pining, Teasing, Warnings of Alcohol, Swearing

Pt 1.? Tbc

The night started out chill, Chan suggested we all go out and buy some Soju to share after the long ass week. Me, chan, Felix, and changbin went to the convenient store to grab the drinks. The rest of the guys stayed at mine to chill until we got back.

“We got em!”

Yelled chan as we ran through the door giddy to open up the bottles.

“Finally”

sighed hyunjin grabbing one for himself and taking a light sip.

We all took our swigs and sat in a circle on my floor. By the time we were buzzed enough Seungmin started the truth or dares.

“Truth or dare Han?”

He asked as he finished off his last drops and throws the bottle to the side.

“Dare”

says Han. Of course he would pick dare.

“I dare you to kiss hyunjin”

Seungmin says falling over absolutely dying laughing.

“EW…….okay” Han replies.

Felix is sitting beside you, he’s usually clingy but tonight its like he’s glued to my side. Subtle touches and does he keep looking at you? No thats weird. Han leans over to hyunjin who’s making the biggest upset glare at him. He quickly pecks his cheek and hyunjin pulls away dramatic screaming. Everyone’s dying at this point toppling over. Felix is leaning over laughing into your neck. You freeze. Unsure how to feel even though he normally does this, maybe its the alcohol. Your cheeks flush as he looks at you with concerned.

“You okay Y/n?” Felix asks.

He grabs your thigh and squeezes it in reassurance. But it creates more then reassurance.

“Im okay! Sorry, probably just a bit tipsy” You say.

“I’ll keep an eye on you then” he says pulling you in by the waist real close.

You look around searching to see if his behavior seems flirtatious to anyone else. But everyones in their own world. And besides you and Felix have been best friends how long? Years. He’s just being sweet. And besides he’s tipsy too. You lean into his touch to reciprocate his actions. Enjoying it more then you’d admit out loud.

“Y/n? Truth or dare?”, the thoughts in your head silenced by the voice of Changbin.

“Oh! Um has anyone done dare? Sure dare” you say trying to distract yourself from felix pressed against your side.

You finish off the bottle and look changbin in the eye.

“I dare you to sit in Felix’s lap the whole game” he says.

Felix loosens his grip slightly on your waist and looks at you slightly nervous now.

“Since you two are comfortable over there” Changbin says and points to your almost cuddled position.

The alcohol is starting to give you a bit more confidence so you look over to felix, where he’s trying to find anything to drink left. You slide closer and position yourself on his lap. Instead of nerves he exudes, he suddenly loosens up his body language again and gets comfortable. It feels right.

“Alright then move on” Felix says as he snuggles into your neck and wraps his arms around your waist tighter.

He has to be drunk now. Or am I just. Way too into this. You feel him harden under you and you gasp. Maybe he was just too comfortable now.

“You alright sweetheart?” He whispers right into your ear.

“I…..” your breath hitches and my heart beat gets faster and faster.

What is wrong with me. He’s your best friend get it together. And he’s a guy it. Happens. Right?

You turn your head where he’s looking so soft and pouty into your eyes. His gaze could hypnotize I swear. Is he doing this on purpose? He has to be.

-Hours go by-

The rest of the game plays out as expected. Everyone gets loud then crashes and half of the guys fell asleep. Its around 12 now and everyones found their sleeping spots or are getting into some type of snack. Its only you and Felix in your room now. God help me.

“Truth or dare Y/n?” He asks.

“Are we still playing or isnt that over?” You laugh trying to play cool.

“Only if you want to y/n” he says gazing up and down at you slightly.

I swear he has to be doing something. With the leftover liquor still in your system you felt good enough to continue.

“Sure Felix, truth” you say trying to act as calm as possible.

“Did I make you uncomfortable tonight?” He asks more timidly then before but still moves closer.

He made you feel things you shouldn’t and the liquor isn’t helping. If its such a taboo, why do you want him so much. Why is he looking at you like that, like he never has before. Just answer him….

“I wasn’t uncomfortable felix.” You say not daring to look up.

“Y/n.” Felix moves in even closer and pushes a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I liked you being so close to me all night.” He says looking you in the eyes.

You gulp scared to even speak. You croak out dryly nervous as all hell. “Really?”

“Is it so bad I wanted you even closer?” He says dead serious. Gazing into your eyes for an answer.

Even Closer?? He. You begin to pulsate in response, heat radiating off your body. Who is this felix? Have you really not been around him drunk before?

“No” you blurt out and then cover your face in shock of what you said.

“Y/n its okay. I mean it really, and I um….I could feel you when you were sitting on me.” He whispers teasingly but lightly into your left ear.

Your cheeks become bright red and you as subtly as possible close your legs to try and rid of the tension. But he notices of course.

He chuckles slightly, “You nervous y/n?”.

Lying through your teeth wouldn’t get you through this. And how he’s speaking to you is only going to make your situation worse if he keeps it up with the teasing. God his voice. He grabs your hand and intertwines it with his. He kisses your cheek lightly.

“Y/n, can I kiss you? I know you want me to.” Slight rasp in his voice apparent as it drops.

“Of course, I do but….”

He cuts you off by grasping your cheek and connecting your lips softly but passionately. In the middle of desperate kisses he says

“Ive….wanted……this………so long……….you don’t……even know” he pulls away to catch his breath inches from your face.

“I did too. I just didn’t know how to…..” you say as he cuts you off with a small peck.

“Its okay y/n, right now I just want you to feel good okay? Is that okay baby?”

His hands rub painfully slow up and down your thighs.

Fuck. Baby? The pet names made you melt and with his deep voice? You were wetter then ever.

“Felix….please” you plead.

You weren’t usually the desperate type but everything changes in the right circumstances right?…..

Thank you for reading😭💙💙 Hopefully you liked it and maybe soon i’ll start requests.

#felix smut #skz scenarios #skz felix #felix x reader #stray kids smut #smut

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doyoungzwrld · 1 year

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Chapter 1.

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“Hyung, where are we going?” Sunoo asked Heeseung as the others boarded the private plane.

Heeseung kept quiet, that was unusual of him as he was usually nagged the younger ones. But today–today he felt off…

“Listen here you little piece of- oh hey Heeseung, aren’t you excited for the surprise?” Jay paused before he hit niki to smile at his older member, excited for what lays in store for them when they make it to their surprise.

After the members boarded the plane, everyone were still finding their seats. Heeseung, Jake, and Jay sat on the left of the plane, while Niki, Jungwon, Sunoo, and Sunghoon sat on the right. All doing what they usually do. Be chaotic, bully each other and what-not.

“Hey guys, is it just me or all this playing around has gotten me hungry” Niki yawned while throwing himself onto the soft chair.

The other members collectively agreed with him while Heeseung stayed silent, keeping his eyes outside staring at the shimmering ocean.

Niki went to the back of the plane and brought back some snacks and a couple drinks and gave each member their own food.

“Hey hyung, you don’t look too well, do you want some snacks too?” Niki held the bag of chips up at Heeseungs face but he declines. “What about you Sunoo, are you hungry?”

“Nah, I don’t really have an appetite right now but thanks” Sunoo flashes a smile kind of scared to ride a plane over such a big ocean for a long time.

“Hahaha- Sunoo’s just scared because he’s on a plane” Jungwon teased.

“Hey–that’s not funny!” Sunoo frowned and turned his head back to his own corner.

Two hours later, almost everyone was sound asleep, the sun just now setting and the only one awake, Sunoo was doodling in his small journal. He felt restless for some reason, something didn’t feel right about today. Like they weren’t meant to be here…

“Hey (pilots name), are we almost there yet?” Sunoo asks the pilot but to his surprise, the pilot doesn’t answer.

His eyes squint, glaring at the pilot. “Okay… I’ll take that as a no” and he goes back to his journal.

Suddenly the plane jerks back, making everyone’s body lift out of their seats just by an inch.

“Woah, guys I feel a little scared now…” Sunoo whines to look back his members but everyone is still asleep. Nobody seems to move, or even react to commotion. The silence is loud but the shaking plane turns Sunoo’s attention to the pilot’s seat.

“Hey, (pilots name), are you okay?”

No answer…

Sunoo walks up to the pilot, “Hey, whats your prob–“ His feet stopped, his body is paralyzed with fear as he stares at the pale corpse infront of him. “W–What, oh no, the pilot…” Sunoo trips over his words in a panicked state, his stomach does backflips and he breaks into a cold sweat, hands clammy.

The pilot is dead…

Soon, the plane looses its balance in the air and starts to head downwards into the ocean.

Sunoo’s POV

There has to be an autopilot button somewhere like in the movies, right? I touch everybutton I see on the dashboard, hoping it’ll get this plane up again.

Urgh- Slam!

What is wrong with me? I have never flown a plane before so how will me pressing every button solve this deadly situation…

I sprint towards my sleeping members, hoping they’ll be able to help.

“Guys- wake up,”I shake their bodies but to no avail, they don’t wake up, “Wait– wheres Heeseung Hyung?” I run around the plane looking for him but its like he disappeared…

I don’t have time to be looking for him, I run back up to the pilots corpse and I push his dead body out of the seat and I sit down.

Chills run down my spine, I feel disgusted and contaminated after touching his body but I have to find a way stabilize this plane again.

I look at the handles of the wheel and I try to move it up and then suddenly …

black…

TBC

(sorry for any mistakes in the story)

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‘Running from love’ // t.r part 2

Pairing: female!potter(james’ sister) x Tom Riddle

wc: 3.6 k

Summary: In the past, the reader hadn't hope to fall in love with him, their goal was to prevent the rise of the Dark Lord but nothing seemed to go as planned when they are sent back into the future. In the months following the return, Tom Riddle continues to haunt their nightmares and their new reality as he closes in on them. How can an old love cause so much harm?

Trigger warnings: nightmares, trauma, brief mention of death, mentions of blood but not highly graphic

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | tbc

As the last two weeks of the month drew nearer, my ‘friends’(rather moral obligations) continued to look for more information on why and what was keeping me up into the early hours of the day. In the mornings they examined the lines under my eyes away from the charms I casted each day, in class they would bug me for clues about this ‘mystery boy’ who was haunting my dreams, and if any guy had even stopped to talk to me in class for help they interrogated him(at least more than normal).

Sometimes I wondered why I had kept this one secret from them when it made me feel awfully guilty for hiding it when they were only worried as it was a natural reaction. To me it was some dirty secret I had, but how could I face the true nature of what Tom was now. He was someone who killed innocent people, a wizard who used dark magic to kill the helpless. Someone who haunted my nightmares, becoming far more frequent.

This week Lily had spent far more time spending more time with the marauders and they all tried to act normal but I was slowly cracking over the pressure. Just Thursday I caught them attempting to put veritaserum in my juice at lunch. I wasn’t sure how they had managed to nick some off of Professor Slughorn's stalk but they almost caught a hex their way before Alice managed to drag me out of the great hall. Sometimes I wonder if people would let me get violent with them because sometimes James needed to be hit by a bludger in a sense. A feeling of privacy is all I wished for and even yet, after that ordeal both Lily and Alice made sure I wasn’t left alone in a room with them. Following this all, they spent the last days either trying to not get on my bad side or avoiding me, this gave me a lot of time to think.

I eventually got back on the ‘dreamless sleep’ potion even if Dumbledore had advised against it, I could only have a few more dosages before it would affect my health. Yet I long passed the proper amount of doses. It had been roughly three months since it started, and the nightmares only got worse. The headmaster knew I would have these mental effects or strain but little did he know the severity. I kept getting the recurring dream that he would come back to kill me, sometimes he tortured me and others he was quick but I always felt the fear and phantom pain. Recently he would turn me into a horcrux, and even though my Tom wouldn’t do that by now he’s already killed tens maybe a hundred of people. On the potion again, I can hopefully get a day of peaceful sleep without him.

∞

Four days, precisely ninety six hours of freedom.

Within the time, we managed to patch up everything with the boys to be back on speaking terms, even with my little ‘condition’ in a hopeless effort to flirt with Lily, Prongs found I was briefly free but free in his mind. They let it go for now, thinking I was safe from whatever plagued me but truth be told it was the opposite.

The moment I returned to my dorm, I knew something was going to happen in my dreams that night. A gut feeling if you will, so the second I was sure my dorm mate was asleep I rolled out of bed and snuck to the common room. The room was frigid, so I walked to close the window pane as the next fresh breeze swept by. Passing the couch closest to the fireplace, I spotted an abandoned blanket that I wrapped around my shoulders.

The familiar scent of vanilla, chocolate, and parchment engulfed my lungs as the small orange embers crackled in the distant present. The scent meant the blanket must have been Remus’ but he wasn’t anywhere in sight of the desolate room. Meaning the boys were up to trouble tonight but it also meant I was free to roam the castle grounds without them tagging along. So impulsively I took a leap of freedom to go home, or more so the Slytherin common room.

Making my way, the cold stone corridors hit my bare feet, dodging all prefects I saw by ducking into hidden alcoves, sliding down banisters, and shushing all portraits who looked my way. I made my way up to where the entrance would be only in my pajamas and moony’s red blanket wrapped around my shoulders. Only problem with my plan to come back was I didn’t know the password, it wasn’t going to be the same as it was 35 years ago so I racked my brain on it. If Rosier was the prefect this year, he was just as dim and pretentious as his grandad. Tracing the stones on the wall, leaning in the whisper “pureblood” a door frame section of the wall disappeared, opening to the common room.

The room was eerily bare but it was comforting. Seating near the windows the iridescent green tint of the Black Lake lit up the room, a loveseat propped near it that I had not remembered being there 35 years ago but I settled on it. Not a soul was in sight, just the black cushioned couches, empty desks, bookshelves, and a few quills. The sound of the water lapping against the glass panes rang through the air accompanied by my steady breathing. Clinging to the warmth of my blanket I shut my eyes taking in the calming atmosphere only brought out of the thoughts by a yawn. From the love seat I surveyed the room, I hadn’t seen anyone before I met eyes with one of the portraits, Septian Arguenon Malfoy, the heir to the Malfoy name in the 16th century.

If you had to picture him imagine a handsome man, in his late 40’s but looking far more youthful, broad shoulders, incredibly tall, with a high bone structure, short curled dirty blonde hair, snow white pale skin, and dark gray eyes. He was the Malfoy who didn’t carry all the genes, his traits often were far more intense then his other relatives besides his hair. One conversation I overheard of him complaining about being the black sheep of his cousins but that mostly was contributed by the long scar running down from his top lip to half way down his chin. Although bias of markings occurred in the Wizarding world it made him even more incredibly handsome, he always had swooning fifth years around him even if he was a painting I recall.

Yet we had become rather uncommon acquaintances, even with his whole heritage he said he could tell I was a pureblood somehow despite my pseudonym he became fond of me.

Happy to see my old friend, I got up to greet him “Septian”. Crossing the common room, picking up a lit candle off a desk I made my way toward the painting. “Miss O’Clare, how long has it been since our last visit? I was afraid you didn’t keep to your word to visit again” he spoke in a low baritone tilting his head in my direction, oblivious to how it made me visibly shift on my feet. Shrugging my shoulders back “35 years to be precise.” I spoke to the silent room, he chuckled like only he would find this whole situation ironic.

“Of course, Miss O' Clare- or well should I refer to you as a Potter now?” his eyes danced in mischief matching the same one my brother wore. Bewilderment was quite obvious to us both, staring back at each other in silence for a minute.

“How?” was all I let out of my mouth, rubbing my hands together anxiously. “You should recall most pureblood families are related, by blood or marriage. You reminded me of Eliza Potter, she certainly had the same fire in her and I had a gut feeling. She was fond of my brother enough to marry him, only Salazar knows why” I immediately snorted covering my mouth.

“Apologies, I never knew we were distantly related. Why hadn’t you told me all along”. He gave me a smile, one that comforted me more than I let on. “Well I’m pleased to meet you Miss Potter, as for the year 1943 why were you there so long ago?” Obviously that’s what anyone would be wondering, time traveling isn’t common nor safe.

“Well that’s kinda complicated, very complicated if you ask me so..” trailing off when Septian began hurriedly pointing towards the dorm rooms where a small light emitted trying to alert me. The light of a wand became closer as footsteps echoed “who’s in the common room?” a voice asked. Shit, that is when I knew I had messed up. Nodding towards the portrait, turning around to the exit as fast as I could. Jogging to meet it the voice sounded nearer to me, “Stop, Gryffindor! What are you doing here?”. What a coincidence was that my blanket most likely had the house crest on it, it must have been someone's cruel joke as I whispered the password and bolted up the first two flights of stairs. Ducking into a broom closet, I gathered my thoughts to believe it was Severus I had escaped. Awaiting the painfully long minutes to not be found out by any professors, before the halls were silent and bare once more so I could return to my common room safe. Sneaking into my bed, peeling the covers down so I could submerge myself in the soft silk. Staring up at the ceiling waiting for what was evident and after a what felt like hours the exhaustion finally overtook the displeasure I had felt.

∞

Peeling my eyes open, a green light cascaded through the window panes, finally looking around only to realize I woke in the slytherin dorm rooms. This wasn’t a nightmare or rather a dream, I was going through the motions of the day. Almost as if I bonded to the body but I couldn’t willingly move, only able to go through the motions. Oddly enough I knew this memory from heart, if I had to place a bet it was a memory possibly strong enough to produce some wisps of a patronus.

Working through all the functions of getting ready, every button, every pin in my hair, all done to perfection. The dark ivory color clashed with my skin tone but I suppose no one mentioned it, besides Clodius Warrington who was an spiteful woman. Anyways it seemed Orpha and Dora were already out of the dorms, so descending down the stairs I was met with a pair of warm brown eyes.

The common room only had a few first years spilling out as he approached me offering a hand in my direction. “Tom” I spoke out of habit nodding in his direction as I took his outreached arm in mine, linking it together and we slowly exited the room. “Miss O' Clare pleasures” his voice rolling off his tongue as sweet as honey, he said, “Abraxas, Nott, Miss Rosier, and Miss Verkinne have already left for breakfast, I’ve opted to wait for you”. A small smile played on my lips before I could stop it “Very kind of you Riddle, thank you” as his own mirrored mine.

“What is on your schedule this morning?”

“Double potions, transfiguration, a free period, and in the afternoon Arithmancy”

“I recall we have potions with Abraxas and Dora today, I also have a free period with you”

“That's lovely Tom, we should study in the library during our free period”

“I will meet you there”

Making our way through the big oak doors as the chatter immediately filled my ears and the scent of bacon hit my nose. To our right was the ghost of Peeves scaring some first year ravenclaws who ended up falling to the floor. Riddle steered us towards our usual seats as we spotted all our friends already. A warm grin made its way onto my face as we sat amongst our housemates, laughing, talking, eating and discussing the upcoming exam in charms tomorrow. By the time the boys stood up from breakfast, it was ten minutes to class that we all began to head to our courses.

Settling in a seat near the back of the Potions classroom, Orpha accompanied them while the two boys sat in the desks to the left of us. Professor Slughorn stalked into the room five minutes before class was to start, opting to start the lecture early. Finishing the notes mid way into class we only had time to start observations instead of starting the brewing process, handing out the vials around to each table pair while keeping an observant eye. Rosier turned to pass you the vial while holding it up to the light, the pink and mother of pearl sheen glimmered and chatter filled the room.

“Who do you suppose you will smell?” she gossiped glancing around at the other desks full of our classmates. “Wait let me guess, using my inner eye I'm sensing it's got to be…Professor Dumbledore!” Orpha whispered to you, laughing at the assumption. Many of our own friends had crushes on our Professor but it was our own joke between us since he wasn’t either of our’s type. As Slughorn walked past the row of desks, I rolled my eyes saying, “Oh bludger off! It’s not an actual love potion, it only emulates what smells you are fond of. I’m betting it will smell like blueberry muffins, maybe even chocolate frogs”.

They just snickered, rolled their eyes, and shoving it into your hands, “okay, okay if you’re so sure just tell me exactly what you smell and we will see” Orpha said. “Fine” I held the potion in one hand and readied to the other with a quill over my scroll. Taking the dropper off and moving closer to the vial, your eyes shifted under their eager gaze beckoning you forward. As you smelled the aroma you smiled to yourself, “I smell my mom's blueberry muffins, nothing new there she. Also chocolate, but more of a dark chocolate, and also…..” taking a moment to think.

“a very subtle cologne, it’s light but very noticeable? If that makes sense. But also parchment like old books, jasmine incense or something floral, tea bags, and freshly polished leather. But it seems familiar” you looked over at Rosier who was peering around you at something behind you “What is it?”.

Turning around your eyes immediately landed at the desk Tom and Abraxes were occupying, making you turn around so fast you nearly fell off your chair. “No it's not him” you reassured yourself out loud more than speaking to her.

“It’s obvious you fancy the Head Boy over there, who else smells like tea bags, cologne and old books. Put it all together and bingo it's Riddle, you yourself should know it”.

And then I woke up.

∞

I tried to ignore how the memory made me feel but in all honesty last night had filled me with a mix of emotions. For that, I slept in as long as I could to stare up at my poster bed but it was not nearly long enough when Mrs. Lily Evans is your roommate.

So when I finally rose that morning, it seemed like my luck ran out as I trudged down the common room stairs. The [self named] marauders were sprawled out around the couches whispering to themselves, no doubt in my mind of where they were last night and yet when they heard my shoes click on the carpet they turned.

At the first glance I knew it was bad, and then I felt my stomachs drop as Peter's outreached hand dropped a familiar metal locket over to Siri.

James had found the locket, “a slytherin huh?”

And I nearly wanted to dry heave right there, so I ran. But before they could follow, Lily's voice saved me and kept them in their places as I made my escape.

∞

Stepping out of the library I made my way towards Gryffindor tower, opting to skip dinner and go by the kitchen later. The halls were bare, it was two days after the marauders confronted her about the locket and she ran her course ignoring and threatening them when each attempt at confronting her occurred. By now, they had done exactly what she feared, for anytime she was around any Slytherins in general they would practically death glare at them. Even if they were girls. All they knew for sure was I had a slytherin locket and a nightmare of a boy, not much to go by on admittedly. But they knew I was afraid, maybe of telling them the truth, maybe of ever getting them involved. Too lost in thought, someone lunged and I was dragged into a dark alcove only seeing the person's dark green slytherin robes.

Fear ran through my body as they covered my mouth and pinned my arms behind my back. Shoving me into the wall, I met their eyes. “Regulus what the fuck are you doing?” I spat on his cold palms. He simply gave me the infamous Black smile before pushing off of me to run a hand back across his neck.

“You know Potter I didn’t appreciate my brother and his friends ambushing me yesterday after practice” he spat in mere annoyance for the boy's little visit. Rolling my own eyes, I said “So what? I hadn’t had anything to do with it” pushing off the wall, my hands rolled my sleeves back down. The dark haired boy scoffed as if it was funny, as if I was missing something important so it meant it was about me. “The locket” was all he said.

I could feel my heart simply stop in my chest as it hit me. “No, no they didn’t bring it up to you?” hopefulness filling my voice. A small smile in contempt came to his face, “Obviously y/n. Something about a slytherin locket and asking about the whereabouts of who owned it. They showed me it, it’s an old heirloom about as old as most of the ones at my house,” pausing briefly to glance over at my face, drinking in every slight reaction. “I couldn’t identify it as any other pureblood families. Surely any respectable family would show off the piece. Yet here it is with you Potter, why?”

Black asked, he was just as curious as the boys and even though I knew I could trust him, as we were on good terms. He often reached out to ask about how Sirius was and we became good acquaintances despite my brothers’ concerns. Simply it wasn’t the time for the truth, at least not for this fifth year boy to try and comfort me. “Regulus I can’t tell you it’s personal really. I can’t even tell James or Lily. Just know I trust you enough that the second I’m ready I’ll come to you. I promise”.

Sighing in response he adjusted his book bag, the dramatic flare he had turned off “Fine, Potter but it was you in the Slytherin common room a week back, wasn’t it? It was reported to the the house prefects”. I seemed caught red handed, so I had to admit it. “Yes, I'll tell you why when the time comes, alright?”

∞

By the time dinner had long passed, I snuck into the kitchen through the pear portrait. All I wanted was a meal in peace and quiet but nothing is ever how you want it, as I stepped in the portrait a new black haired boy stood leaning up against the countertops with a infamous scroll in hand.

“Of course it's you Siri,” I said, “I know, I know but please just let me eat before you drag me off to James.”

He set the map down, now this felt like a set up. “Actually, y/n I just wanted to speak to you about something” he said, eyes turning down nervously to look at his hands. Now alarms went off in the back of my mind, me and Padfoot were as close as you could be given that we had to be around eachother a lot year round, but we hardly spoke outside of the group or alone at home.

He took in a deep breath as if this made him more nervous than me, “About this week, the locket- erm how do say this” he trailed off not managing to look my in the eye. “Come on, spit it out it's just us two”

“okay- okay, so the locket, it’s an heirloom. I don’t think I needed to spell it out, but it's a courtship gift” he said as I nodded, none of this was new knowledge to me. “..it’s not from Regulus, is it?” Sirius asked. Truly this was the last thing I expected him to say but he kept speaking rapidly as if I would disappear at any second. “If it is that's fine I know James might not agree but oh- it is him isn’t it” he says as you were at a loss of words. Finally speaking up, “no-” you said but he kept rambling, “it's totally okay if he is, I know you talk to him and are speaking privately. You can tell me if he’s courting you, I know you’re young and probably stressed over our Mom wanting to rush the plans and-” and before he could continue you yelled out “STOP”, not bothering to politely stop his endless speech. “We are seriously not having this conservation Sirius, it's not him”

And did that shut him up, you walked towards the back of the kitchen ruffling through the pantries to put together a dinner plate. He stood silently glancing at the outline of them, “If it was him, you know I’d be okay with it as long as he’s treating you right”.

“Thanks Siri, but seriously me and Regulus is not going to happen” I said.

“Oh thank Godric, I was so stressed out about you marrying into the Blacks.”

A/N: Any interactions like reblog or even commenting help so much, truly anything is supper appreciated because I’d love for my writing to reach more people

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