#the longing stares? the loving smiles? speaking of them in awe and respect?

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

STILL ALIVE!

tobio kageyama learns to fall in love with the small things. although in his eyes, no thing is truly small as long as you're involved in it. a ruined kitchen for a strawberry tart is a small price to pay to admire your everyday.

gender neutral reader

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Tobio found out not too long after you moved in with him that he liked watching you while you worked your magic in the kitchen. 

He was always a stickler for what he ate. Ever since he was young, the adults around him hammered the importance of food and its nutritious properties into his volleyball-filled head, and like the good boy he was, Tobio took everything they said with a great deal of respect and dedicated himself into his strict upkeep so that he could do his best on the court. Now as an adult, he adhered to a strict diet of nutritious vegetables and plenty of protein. But given that his mind was hyperfixated on volleyball and he was never one to get super creative in the kitchen, there was never much variety to his diet outside of his regular rotation of healthy meals tailor-made for a professional athlete’s needs. 

Frankly speaking, he never thought he’d need too much variety. Tobio was a man of schedule, of regularity, of volleyball and volleyball only. Everything he did, from maintaining his nails whenever he got the chance to doing finger exercises with weights before bed, was to augment his skills as an athlete. His food was no exception. He wasn’t picky. All he needed was the proper nutrients to fuel his body, and as long as it didn’t taste horrendously awful, he was fine with it. 

Once he started dating you though, he started eating other things more and more. At first it was ordering a slice of espresso-tinged tiramisu occasionally while on a date with you, and then it turned into you insisting on packing him a bento box whenever his practices and matches required for him to be out of the house all day. Next thing he knew, you’d greet him with a piping hot dinner whenever he trudged back home, and the aches in his limbs seemed to melt away as he wolfed down whatever you had whipped up while he was gone. It was never the same two meals in a row, and despite being unused to unpredictability, Tobio found himself looking forward to mealtimes specifically with you.

He learned early on in his life, thanks to his grandfather, that cooking for someone was an art just as much as it was an underappreciated act of love. And with each bite, he savored the love that you must have poured into it, just as much as he dedicated himself to perfecting his craft in order to show you how far your love took him. There were times he wished he was an eloquent man, a more romantic man, so that he could actually articulate all the fuzzy feelings overwhelming him whenever you made food for him.

But you didn’t need words to understand him.

And he loved you.

He barely stifled a smile as he sat a few feet away from the kitchen, where you were frantically scurrying around. He knew you were probably frazzled, desperately scrolling through the recipe websites that had videos and ads scattered throughout them to make it almost impossible to access the actual recipe. But the cacophony of your slightly annoyed exhales, the banging of pots and pans, and the clatter of glass plates being shifted around every now and then were like a sweet melody to Tobio.

He feigned interest in the match he was supposed to be studying, and he stole a glance across the living room to see you dump something into a big bowl before sticking your hands into the mixture. Tobio has loved you for as long as he has known you, but there was something especially calming and bewitching about seeing you do something so ordinary. He stared at you with a softness in his eyes he couldn’t quite describe, a softness that he wasn’t even aware was there half of the time, as he watched you let out little grunts to work whatever tough dough you were kneading. 

The apron you insisted on wearing was already skewed, and he knew that by the end of your little cooking session, the apron would have done nothing to keep your clothes from getting covered in bits of food. Your eyes were fixed downwards in concentration, the skin in between scrunched up cutely. Your sleeves were rolled up but not quite secure as you might have hoped, and Tobio could also see that in a few minutes they would probably become undone and you’d have to call him over to ask him to roll them up properly for you since your hands were covered in sticky dough.

Tobio believed love was in the little things. Love was in the way he’d accept an earful from his dietician from sneaking in one too many desserts that you insisted on him having. Love was in the way he let himself get distracted so he could watch you make a mess out of the kitchen counter, and he prayed that you never learned how to clean the countertop off thoroughly because he loved going over and wiping off the marks of sauce and flour with a clean dishrag of his own. Love was in the way you cheekily stole a lick of the sweet dough from your fingers before washing your hands off in the sink, your sleeves rolling down your forearms and wrists and the telltale loud yelp you let out when the sink water lapped at the edges.

“Tobio!” You cried out, yanking your hands away from the sink. A few water droplets dripped down from the back of your hands and alongside the silhouette of your fingers. Your hands were always so much smaller in comparison to his wide, calloused palms, and the drops of water fell helplessly onto the floor. “Can you help me roll my sleeves on?”

He acted as if he hadn’t been staring at you for more or less the entire time, and he hurriedly paused the match. He would have to rewind it and rewatch it later, but he had a much more urgent task at hand. You grinned at him as he shuffled his way into the kitchen, and you held your arms up.

“What are you making?” The smell of something sweet had been wafting through the house a long time ago, the notes of sugar and vanilla intermingling all throughout the atmosphere. The kitchen looked as if a hurricane had passed through it: a mountain of dirty tools splayed out on the table, flour spread across a section of the countertop, and the cabinet doors thrown open and not properly closed. Had he been someone else, or any less in love with you, he might have considered all of this as an eyesore or a mountain of impossible chores, but Tobio’s heart swelled so much in his chest that he felt like he was struggling to keep his usual stoic expression.

“A tart!” You announced proudly. His fingertips brushed against the delicate skin of your wrists as he folded your sleeves over, and he made sure they wouldn’t fall down again. “Do you remember the restaurant we had dinner at last week? The one where I got a slice of strawberry tart for dessert? Oh, I couldn’t stop thinking about it… So I decided I was going to try making it myself! You’ll have some once I finish making it, right?”

That’s if you actually manage to make it. The thought bubbled to the forefront of Tobio’s mind, accompanied with a defeated but still adoring smile. It looked like he was in for another long lecture about watching his sugar consumption from his dietician, but he would gladly take an eon of scoldings than pass up on a chance to eat the treats you made. 

He picked up the tart crust sitting in its pan, and he gestured towards the heated oven. “Why don’t we put this in the oven to bake first? But yeah, I would love to have a slice once you’re done.”

You beamed at him, laughing sheepishly at your airheadedness before stepping aside for him to maneuver the delicate tart crust into the oven. If he looked closely, he could see where you had filled the holes in the crust with extra dough. Bits and pieces of the edges were lumpy and not quite fully adhered to the shape of the pan. He already knew it wouldn’t look anything like the pretty store-bought crusts or the expertly crafted ones in the bakeries around town, but judging from the fingerprints etched into the dough and your giddiness, Tobio would happily pass it off as a Michelin star pastry if anyone cared for his opinion.

“You’re the best!” You gushed at him as he walked past, and he let a flash of pride light up the inside of his chest as he settled back down in the living room. You hummed some tune slightly out of pitch as he settled back down into the couch, turning the game back on. The sounds of commentary and the players quickly melted into background noise when he found his eyes sneaking back over to you, splashing water all over the surrounding areas of the sink as you rinsed the strawberries in order to chop them up.

The bright crimson of the fruit stood in contrast to your skin, and Tobio’s eyes crawled all over the shape of your pinched fingers. You carefully sliced them up to the size you wanted, the knife marks a little jagged and not super straight. But they were perfect in your eyes, so they were also perfect in Tobio’s eyes. He can imagine the sour pangs of the fruit in his own mouth when you chow down on a handful of strawberry pieces that didn’t quite make your cut. Your fingertips, the cutting board, and a small part of your apron was stained with the pink, sticky strawberry juice, but you looked so proud scooping up the bits of strawberry and setting them aside. 

None of this was particularly special, but Tobio admired you from afar as if his vision had been coated over with honey. But he lived for these small moments, lived for the trivial everyday parts, like you dancing around in the kitchen with strawberry juice and dough bits stuck to you, and Tobio would be mesmerized all the same as if he was staring at you at the wedding altar. And god, does he hope a day like that might come, where he can make these small scenes a promised reality for the rest of his life, taking in the beauty from places you would never have expected and uncovering different ways for him to fall in love with you all over again.

He wished the thirty minute timer you set for the tart crust to bake could last forever. He could die a happy man, right here and now, eyes fixed on you until the end of time as you happily turned the kitchen upside-down in order to satisfy your craving for a sweet treat. He loved the way you approached life with a newfound vigor that bled into his own day-to-day, turning his bland and predictable meals into something for him to look forward to, be it a recipe you pulled from a social media website or you doing your best to recreate the dishes he enjoyed so much in his childhood. You always went the extra mile for him, the same way he did for you. Tobio didn’t need any grand gestures of love, nor was he one for anything like that, and he would rather learn how to love and be loved through these small, continual motions that came and went like the gentle pull of the waves to the silver-tinted moon.

But for now, he let the softness of the couch envelop him as he watched you from across the room, the pitter-patter of your bare feet on the kitchen tile like the sounds of wedding bells. He didn’t need to taste the unfinished strawberry tart to know that he was going to taste every bit of it like it was his last meal, swallowing the warmth back like an oath and a promise, to cherish and love you for as long as this life would let him.

Nothing could be sweeter.

x

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[undiscovered-horizon]

[When the curse activity rises around the country, you reluctantly return to the school to help the sorcerers. Gojo Satoru seizes the opportunity to plead the case of his lovesickness. If you came back, maybe you and him can come back together, too?]

You've often wondered how it would feel to come back. Would you be excited? Or would the weight of the memories push you to the ground? How many things would be different and how many would you recognize?

A bitter chuckle leaves your mouth. You're a grown woman and yet you're nervous like an 8-year-old with mismatched socks. The overhead sign Jujutsu Tech feels imposing as though the genius loci of the school is telling you to turn back and leave; just like it did when you were a teenager, entering an unfamiliar world of unfathomable possibilities. The girl you used to be, afraid of what the future is bound to hold, could never imagine the respect and awe with which your name is spoken now. It's almost miraculous, really.

But there are more important things at hand than melancholy.

You sigh, pushing yourself to walk forward. The rock steps feel the same under your feet as they did years ago, the wooden floorboards inside the entry room still creak in the same note. For what it's worth, nothing about Jujutsu Tech seems any different than it did then.

Nothing.

You know very well he's sitting in the corner, staring at you. It's a habit he has picked up quite a long time ago - watching, observing, studying. He used to do that only to learn a few things about you and appear as charming as he possibly could. But with time this little unnerving habit stuck around.

At first, he looks laid-back. Overconfident, as he usually is. Although you know him a little too well and so you notice the way he's crossing his arms on his chest, his shoulders tense and raised. The greatest sorcerer in the world is nervous when in the presence of his high school sweetheart.

"Long time no see, Satoru," you finally speak up.

"You're even prettier than I remember," he answers, bothering to sound casual. He almost succeeds.

"And you're exactly the same, it seems."

You stare him up and down. The blindfold in place of sunglasses and the plain, black robes make him appear more professional. Still, Satoru's untamed white hair gives him a juvenile look. Maturity is supposed to arrive with age but perhaps the age arrived alone in his case.

Gojo sits further back on the old couch. He rests his hands behind his head. A half-grin curves his lips - the very same smile that always made you equally annoyed and weak in the knees. Truly, if Satoru wasn't as charming as he is, you'd have strangled him years ago.

"Ah," he sighs. "Perfection can't be improved."

Crossing your arms on your chest, you give him a playful look. "Then how come I'm supposedly prettier?"

Suddenly, Gojo leans forward. "Good question." He rubs his chin in faux thoughtfulness. You've learned better than to trust his little theatrics, no matter how amusing they are. "I never understood how this works. Just when I thought you're equal to a goddess, you make all of them look plain."

You feel your hands shaking. If your heart doesn't slow down soon, you might have a serious problem. As warm as your face gets, you hope the blush is not visible. How embarrassing to fall again for his wax poetic right away...

Trying to hide how flustered his words have made you, you force out a chuckle. "Gojo Satoru, always the sweet-talker, eh?"

Despite your best attempt at dismissing the entire situation, the man in front of you seems to have caught on to your bashfulness. After all those years, has he been craving to see you blushing and giggling again?

"If you keep saying my name like that, I might fall in love with you," he warns you half-heartedly.

The realization hits you at one moment. Something you've been suspecting, maybe hoping for even, has been proven right between his smooth talking and shaky breaths. Now that you think about it, it's all painfully obvious: how excited he seems to see you again, the immediate rush to dish out compliments and the rather poor attempt at appearing all suave and laid-back.

"You never fell out," you declare with undeniable certainty in your voice. "Did you?"

Something about the air changes instantly. The sparks of a maybe-rekindled romance have gone out, leaving both of you cold and distant towards each other.

Those few seconds of silence feel almost like hours. The quietness is ringing in your ears, pushing at your thoughts to say something. Anything! Just stop this suffocating unease from eating you alive.

This time, it's Gojo who breaks the silence first. "I stand by what I said back then: you're the one for me. It's either you or no one."

Fortunately, unforeseen aid comes almost immediately - before the tension between the two of you could choke you, a cacophony of teen voices, seemingly engaged in a loud feud, echoes throughout the building.

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[brights-place]

Dating Spruce aka Bruce

- Okay Okay! Probably the one who's best equipped to be in a relationship out of everyone in the group.

- This man Has an wife and kids

- He’s the heart Throb for an REASON - Speaking of which, if you think him settling down in the movie and having kids of his own was cute - he has ways with kids and I headcannon he made funny faces for branch when branch was younger in the BROZONE Eras - when first seeing you when he first arrived to Vacay island he was in awe. - You offered him an job and place to stay if he would work for you, you hit it off and formed a relationship with each other. - he couldn't believe there was another troll in the area and gladly took the job - would help you around the restaurant whenever he could. - he owed you so much for you welcoming him and offering him an place to stay - He's the heart throb which drags in the customers which you tell him is good for business - You liked him for his personality and how kind he was to everybody. -You would praise him every time he helped you out and if he just did something simple for you. - You gave him an shell necklace you found after searching through the beach and looked through shells intensely after an year of him staying and working with you for so long - He noticed you sticking your tongue out focusing on putting the shell you found perfectly that would look good - When you gave it to him he was shocked and took it gently afraid it would break - THAT WAS THE EXACT MOMENT HE REALIZED HIS FEELINGS FOR YOU - When seeing you blush and looking away thanking him for his hard work he was shocked - He planned on confessing to you at sunset on the beach after a couple months later - When he did you blushed and you both agreed to take it slow - HE WAS THE HEART THROB FOR AN REASON - First date at an cafe and second date at the beach he confessed to you again - would give you your favorite flower on each date - Would continue to go on more dates and would start officially dating on the 2nd one cause you knew he was perfect for you. - Bruce is loyal, dedicated, and protective of his partner

- Bruce is known for his great sense of humor and being able to make his partner laugh

- Bruce always tries to find the positive in any situations - He loves food he's an foodie but he mostly loves your cooking - The menudo he was eating was made by you and he loves eating it - You and him cook together smiling at eachother lovingly - Vacay Islanders thought you where dating cause you two would hold hands and held eachother close before you started dating and because you two where the only trolls in vacay island - if you ask about his brothers he'd sit you down and complain to you about them but he will also go on and on about them one by one, and go into some detail about what kind of person they are and what he loves about them. - Bruce has a fondness for romantic gestures and will often surprise his partner with thoughtful gifts, gestures, and surprises - Bruce is a gentleman and treats you HIS partner with respect and care always putting their needs before his own JHABIVWRINS - Bruce is a passionate lover, and he is known for being a great kisser cause he was the heart throb for an reason - Bruce is a passionate listener and always tries to understand his partner's feelings and needs whenever he can

- See's you listening to brozone and would grin seeing you dance and sing his parts would walk towards you and sing with you - will praise you for minor or major accomplishments. even if you don't think something deserves praise he gives it to you anyways. he's so proud of you and you would do the same back. - He secretly adores that we look at him so fondly while working

- Small Little 18+ thing he has an breeding kink - Planned on proposing to you one day he has it hidden inside an drawer where you'd never find it - Planned an whole future with you two together having kids and would smile when staring at you when you talk about if you should have kids - In the future when the others come to try get bruce aka spruce to join you guys had... too many kids

- You would grin greeting bruce is siblings in shock and just gave an thumbs up - You two kiss goodbye and waved godbye you were stuck with the kids.. The kids had pink eye - Bruce would be an sweet and loving boyfriend and husband forever you can't change my mind <33

#bruce #bruce trolls #trolls band together #bruce x reader #bruce trolls x reader #bruce headcanons #trolls 3 #Trolls #Trolls X Reader

[demoniccomplex]

hi hii!! could you do prompt 1 & 6 with jouno? thank you!

1 (“you know i wasn't lying when i said i'd kill for you”) + 6 (“I love it when you scream and it's all because of me!”)

jouno my beloved but i struggled a little bit, still had a bunch of fun though!

-WC 889 // valentines event open!! tws: getting kidnapped, Jouno degrades reader a little

You lived in a quiet little down, nothing went down, nothing unusual happened. The morning birds chirped blissfully while they watched from above. Sitting down near a pond while nature flutters around you, just admiring the gente ripples going to and across the water. As of late, there was an investigation of a possible rogue wanted ability user resting up in your down, having sent the best military dogs to find them. That's how you met Jouno Saigiku, full of pride and always with a smile. You were one of the people he questioned, however you took note your questioning took longer than the other people in your town. You shrugged it off as maybe they were just faster in their answers but some of those questions did get a little personal. Even his wording was a bit off, “you’re one of the people who I would kill to protect.”

Again, you didn't want to say anything. You shook off the thought, they’re only gonna be here for a limited time and most likely never again so you didnt concern yourself too much. The day went on as usual, nothing really standing out. Everyother breath and step felt like you were being monitored even if it was in direct sunlight. Sometimes you’d even bump into that man again, Jouno, his tone was kindly spoken, however the words not really. Quick to turn to something dark humored but you gave a little laugh. You still respected him because he was here for a reason.

You did notice weird shifting while trailing to go home, a hand quickly reached out to grab you and pull you away from your destination. You failed to scream out in time and everything else fell in darkness. 

You woke up dizzy, as you were in an unfamiliar place, the light was awful on your eyes, closing them up and squinting. The person who kidnapped you gave an awful smile as he told you, you weren’t gonna live long. Your eyes were watering, heart pouring out fear with every beat. Not a lot of details were spared to you, the guy simply going off while you’re stuck to a chair in an unfamiliar place. You tried to calm down and eventually started to lightly sleep, there's really nothing else you could do. However, before you could fully fall asleep you heard shouting and banging, it jolted you up, staring at the door where the noise was coming from. In all honesty you couldn't help but let out a small scream. You swallowed nervously, looking down at the floor and gaining some sense of calm. Trying to breathe in and out slowly despite the tremble in your breathing. Finally the door opened, you could hear faint drops of something hitting the floor while footsteps were walking towards you. “What a shame we meet like this again.” that voice, it was gentle. 

You look up and see Jouno, gasping seeing the state his clothes are in, while the red of the uniform was able to hide it well, the blood on his face was clear on what happened. He chuckled as he closed in, freeing you from your binds. “If it's not clear already, I wasn't lying about what I said earlier, I did say I would kill for someone like you.”

You were confused but chose to stay silent while he helped you up, the smile on his face never shifting while you were gathering your thoughts. “Maybe it seems you deserve to be more secluded so this doesn't happen again hm?” 

Nothing was making sense on what he was saying but you still were stunned to speak, the exhaustion of everything was getting to you and it was impacting your will to think properly.

Jouno obviously notices and sits you down, while you lean on his shoulder and close your eyes while your breathing gets calmer. 

The next place you wake up, it wasn't your house again, Jouno was by your side, holding his head up with his hand. You were even more confused about what was going on. Yet Jouno only gave a smile and straightened his posture. “From now on, you’ll be staying here, it's just a precaution.”

This didn't help your confusion, you knew something was being hidden but you didn't want to push anything. “Afterall, I am just worried since you walked off and got yourself caught by the person we were looking for, just a magnet for trouble.” 

You were getting overwhelmed again and you started bumbling questions on when you would get to go home, Jouno got a little closer and started to whisper, ” you’re never leaving here, you’ll be under my surveillance. After all, don't you prefer something else over the sorry mess you called a home back there?, you almost got killed, I don't want that happening again, you were defenseless in there.” 

You started to raise your voice in disbelief, tears building up as the stress was becoming too much for you to handle. Yet all Jouno could give back in response was just a few simple words, "I love it when you scream and it's all because of me." making you silent before continuing. “I couldn't help myself the first time I heard your scream, shame it behind that door, it was lovely to listen to.”

#yandere bsd x reader #bsd x reader #yandere bsd #yandere #jouno x reader #yandere jouno #bsd #jouno saigiku

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

FUCK YEAH!!! maybe mtmte meeting Rungs child, the giant ancient warrior with a sword as big as they are. And they love their creators soft hands and sweet words of comfort.

-There's no cybertronian that hasn't heard the legend of this ancient warrior. Even MTO's were told of them, told that this was the epitome of what a warrior were supposed to be. No one knows their name and so they've simply been dubbed The Warrior. They would show up every now and then throughout history and every time their arrival would herald something big. And when the warrior would leave, no one would be able to find them. It was as if they had simply disappeared.

-Because of this, there were rumors that The Warrior was some supernatural being, maybe even an avatar of the warrior god Primus.

-So when this larger than life entity one day suddenly shows up at the Lost Light, demanding to board the ship, the crew is rightfully extremely curios. Curios, awed and slightly frightened because why had they decided to show up here?

-Poor Blaster almost had a spark attack when he answered the incoming video call on bridge and the stoic face of The Warrior popped up.

-When The Warrior boards the Lost Light, practically everyone on the ship arrive to catch a glimpse of them. They remain a respectful distance away, not daring to get too close, but they can't stop staring.

-Rodimus is the first one that dares to actually talk to them. He approaches them, full of false swagger and confidence to hide how tense he is, and introduces himself as captain, sorry, co-captain off he Lost Light before asking them why they decided to visit.

-The Warrior replies that they are looking for someone and immediately everyone starts whispering and speculating who this mystery bot might be. Some speculate it might be Megatron (maybe the warrior is here to kill him?) or maybe Cyclonus since he apparently once fought the warrior in battle (and lost, badly).

-Then, suddenly, The Warrior turns his head and stares into the crowd. They all go quiet and freeze right up, terrified that they might have somehow offended him.

-But then, a small voice calls out.

-"Ah, I'm sorry, can you please make way? I really need to get through. Oh, I'll just squeeze right between if you don't mind, yes yes, sorry for the inconvenience-"

-Squeezing between bots, Rung suddenly stumbles out of the crowd. He adjusts his glasses, looks up, sees The Warrior, and smiles.

-"Starlight! Oh it's been so long, how have you been?"

-To everyone's absolute shock, The Warrior smiles and gently scoops up Rung into a big hug, like he's a teddy bear or something.

-"Creator! I've missed you so much! I've been well! How about you? Are you feeling well?"

-The crew just STARES and finally Rung becomes aware of the attention and tries to explain everything. See, this is his wonderful, brilliant child and they regularly meet up every now and then. He haven't been able to see them for some years because they've been so busy with work (they are a researcher you see) but they recently called him and asked if they could come visit and of course Rung said yes and so he gave them the signal of the Lost Light.

-The crew continues staring. No one says anything. The Warrior is still hugging Rung but they are also glaring at the crew, daring them to speak up and make his Creator sad.

-Finally, Nightbeat speaks up.

-"Rung, are you by any chance Primus?"

-The Warrior starts laughing like a maniac and Rung chuckles with them. They are both laughing for two completely different reasons.

#transformers imagine #IDW #MTMTE #lost light #OC #rung

[clouddyyneptune]

How The Inazuma Women Would Finger You (Yae Miko and The Raiden Shogun)

warnings: pet names(bunny, little one, sweetheart, love), overstimulation, fingering, praise, degradation, desk sex.

Yae Miko:

this lady knows exactly how to work her fingers

she usually has very long manicured nails, but she’ll file them down so she can please you without any discomfort.

she’ll have you sitting in her lap as she draws lazy circles on your inner thigh, fingertips dancing across your warm skin and leaving goosebumps rise throughout your whole body

you’ll beg for her to touch you where you so badly desire, and she’ll toy with you a little, smirking as she stops her movements to speak. “now now, little one. perhaps you can ask in a nicer way?”

her soft and playful tone has a slight demanding pitch to it, but it fuels you all the more. you wanted to be a good girl for the one and only yae miko.

“please, yae. please touch me.” you’d say, turning so you could make eye contact with her and see the familiar flash in her eyes when she heard you beg again.

the woman would deem your request as good enough, so she resumed her movements, finger now slipping into the waistband of your panties and hooking around the lace to slide them down your thighs.

yae will let her fingers teasingly brush along your bundle of nerves just to watch you squirm in response. she loves doing that.

and as soon as her fingers slide into your entrance you’re already far gone, both of you knowing that you’ll be cumming within the next couple minutes.

she’ll tease and degrade you throughout this, whispering things like: “aw, don’t go quiet on me now. i wanna hear those little sounds.” or “already so wet for me, bunny. how pathetic.”

yae miko curls her fingers a bit harder when she knows you’re close, using her other hand to circle your clit with tight strokes.

she’ll have you shaking when you orgasm, smiling throughout the whole thing as she coos your name, praising you for being such a good girl.

when she feels you relax in her touch, she’ll place a soft kiss on your neck, smiling with the same playfulness she had before. “how about you give me another one, bunny?”

The Raiden Shogun

she is often very busy, but when she does have the time for you, she’ll make it worth the while

her favorite place to have you is on her desk, her ring and middle finger slipping in and out of you with ease as your back arches against the wood below you.

she had originally prepared dinner plans for the both of you, but things got heated when you started to stare at her in a way that made her heart flutter.

“sweetheart, you could have asked for me to cancel those reservations much earlier. i did not know you had this in mind.” she states with ease, as though she hadn’t had you on her desk, babbling and moaning all while her fingers curled inside of your pussy, fingertips grazing that soft spot inside of you.

your thighs clenched around her hand, trapping her there as you closed your eyes shut. “i didn’t want to ruin our date night.”

she would tut, shaking her head and using her other hand to now target your clit. “ruin? you are more than enough to satisfy my cravings.”

her fingers felt like electricity, ravishing you on the desk she had spent countless hours completing paperwork on. though, you didn’t mind. neither did the shogun.

the lady would continue, eyes glued onto the way her fingers would disappear into your entrance. “i think it is only best if you respect my wishes, yes? let us both be satisfied.”

satisfied was an understatement. with your body twitching in pleasure, you released onto the woman’s slender fingers, and she smiled that small smile of hers. taking your hand in hers, she pulled you up to sit, caressing your cheek with a loving touch. “that is much better, love. perhaps we can schedule that date another day.”

you would happily oblige.

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[runningfrom2am]

CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS 💖💖. you deserve this so so much.

i would like to send in something for wildest dreams. the song long live with rafe cameron

ahh thank you!! also i hope this is somewhat what you pictured!! it is a little sad oops-

i heard this song live this weekend twice and i cried both times this is one of my favourite songs ever i could kiss you rn for requesting this omg

long live (r.c)

pairing: rafe x reader

wc: 760

it was your grad party, which you were kind enough to host at your families beach house. rafe remembers it like it was yesterday, the way you stumbled up to your kitchen table and stood on top of it with a bluetooth mic in your hand, clumsily climbing on top of the sturdy stained wood and taking a drink out of the wine bottle you had in one hand before clearing your throat and speaking. he’d been at your side all night- the kook king and queen of kildare county, respectively.

you weren’t together, never had been, but the two of you were unavoidably intertwined by your titles and your families, but this never bothered either of you. not one bit. he stared up at his best friend with pride in his eyes, awaiting your second valedictorian speech of the night. first being on stage, professional, heartwarming to everyone’s parents in the audience- enough to make him be the first out of his seat in your standing ovation.

you giggle into the mic, not intending to start your speech this way, but it was enough to get everyone to listen as the music played in the background. “i missed something important in my speech today.” you laughed, your bottle of wine now shoved under your arm while you hold the mic with both hands. “i wanted to say, to all of you, we had a good run! i’m proud of us!” you shout, everyone clapping and hollering in response. “so, tonight, let’s dance like our lives will never be the same- because i know that they won’t. this is the start of.. everything! for all of us, and i just love you all so much. i had the time of my life with you. let’s hold on to these wonderful memories forever.” you gush, making your friends aw at you while drunken cheers continued.

that’s when you locked eyes with rafe, standing right below you at the edge of the table. you smile and hold one hand out to him, motioning for him to join you on the table. he smiles and takes it gladly, climbing up next to you. “now,” you smile. “bring on all the pretenders, and the careers, and everything life throws at us!” you shouted, stumbling a little and rafe was quick to stable you with an arm around your waist.

rafe smiled down at you, ignoring completely the states and attention of everyone around you. he swiftly grabs the mic out of your hand, holding it up and gesturing to you as he yells into it. “long live the kook queen of kildare!”

everyone cheered, making you blush and shake your head, giving him a playful smack on the shoulder. the music starts blasting again as you stepped down with a helpful hand from your best friend, who you quickly guided outside to a quieter place.

“rafe.” you smiled, hand still entwined with his as you stood on the grass under a starlit sky.

“y/n.” he replied, nodding at you expectantly.

“can you promise me something?”

rafe nodded quickly. “of course.”

“can we be friends forever?” you asked, making his heart melt with the innocence of it.

“always.” rafe smiled.

“but, i mean, if god forbid fate should step in- and force us to say goodbye. if you have kids one day, can you tell them my name?” you asked hopefully. the tone of your voice was full of an existential dread and childish excitement, which he knew was brought on by you leaving for school out of the country in just a few short months. “tell them- tell them how the crowds went wild!” you giggled, struggling a little to get your point across. “and tell them- tell them how i hope they shine, you know? like you and i.”

“i would tell them.” rafe agreed. “but you can tell them yourself.” he hummed, stepping slightly closer and lifting his free hand to your chin. his heart was beating faster, faster, faster as he processed the risk he was finally taking, as he leaned down to kiss you for the first time.

“dad?” rafe is abruptly pulled from the memory as he looks over the scrapbook in his lap, catching himself smiling down at a picture of the two of you standing on your kitchen table over ten years ago. “who’s that?” his daughter asks, pointing to where you stood in the image, mic in one hand and the half empty wine bottle still tucked loosely under your arm.

“that’s y/n… she was my best friend.”

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[mint-leaves-in-coffee]

The one who wants more Dragon Tamer Mc: Well 👀 I mean, there are too many things that can be done with that idea, too many wholesome scenarios 😤 such as:Sleeping with the dragons and Mc, Malleus and dragons becoming friends... ah, along with a Dragon Malleus and all his now children with Mc, so many scenarios, really. I would love anything you make since the idea in general is wholesome 😌 cute, and I'm dying!

I'll just turn off anonymous since it's easier for me to get the notification.

Dragons for now are a no-no for sketches. Just imagine they are better looking and they are more(??)

TOOTH!!!! ROTTING!!!

I'm takin this and runnin with it 👍🏻

This is really long because Malleus brainrot go brrrrrrrrr

I write this in my car as I wait for my shift to start waaaaaah

Part 1

Malleus had become accustomed to spending time at the Ramshackle dorm, so much so that they'd given him permission to enter whenever he pleased

The dragons would watch for him out the window and wait for him to approach during his nightly strolls

Then greet him at the door when he entered

The serpentine dragon that always coiled around the prefect's waist would now coil around his

And the other dragons that lived in the dorm building would dip their heads at him both in greeting and as a show of respect

He'd grown quite fond of his time with the prefect and their many dragons

Currently he was sitting next to the prefect in the Ramshackle dorm common room, listening intently as they talked about their day and their classes

Occasionally he'd offered to help them with their studies, but it seemed today that they needed no such help

So he indulged himself in their conversation, responding where he needed to

As his listened though, his mind wandered

Malleus?

They'd asked at one point

Would you show me your dragon form one day?

He'd agreed

In time

When they finished speaking, they stared at his face

They were curious about what had been distracting him, and he knew

Child of man

His voice was questioning, despite the sentence having been formed as a statement

His expression was serious as he looked them in the eye.

Yes, Malleus?

They were slightly concerned about what he would have to say, but that did not change the curious gleam in their eyes

Do you still wish to view me as I appear when I take on the form of a dragon?

Their expression changed to surprised but a wide smile crept across their face

Of course.

Wordlessly he leads them outside, being too big to show them indoors

And when he does their jaw falls open

It was very quick

A blinding green light forced them to cover their eyes and when they looked back Malleus was gone and replaced with a large dragon

They looked up at him in awe, admiring the scales of onyx

With a beckoning motion of their hand, they signaled for him to dip lower his head so they could reach

He obliged emerald eyes closing as he moved to their level

Immediately their hand found his snout and they ran their fingers across the reptilian skin

His scales were smooth to the touch and had a lingering coolness

They moved past his head and wrapped their arms around his neck

Thank you for showing me

Malleus lifted his head up so the prefect dangled off the ground

They yelped in surprise, but slid down onto his back and clung to him.

They could tell from the gleam in his eye that he found it amusing.

The other dragons inside Ramshackle watched from the windows in interest, some even being brave enough to approach Malleus

As he sat, one of the dragons coiled around his tail

The prefect smiled widely at the sight, and wrapped their arms once more around his neck, cheek pressed against his scales

The dragons had taken to him rather quickly, some climbing all over him, others just lying next to him.

The serpent that liked to coil around the both of them had climbed its way to the top of his head and wrapped itself snuggly around one of his horns

As the prefect slid down from his neck, onto his back and down his tail, his wings engulfed them when they touched the ground

They ran their fingers over his skin and as they give him a gleeful smile, he turns back in another flash of green

Thank you. Truly

The fae smiled

Was it all you wished it to be?

They grasped his hand

And more.

Malleus was content

And so were they

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[my-my-my]

How do you think valentines day would be spent with modern au aizen (x fem reader). (Hi!! sorry for the late reply, I didn't see the post. Thanks for writing❤️❤️)

Thank you SO MUCH for your patience anon (and to the others who requested/sent asks for the past few weeks).

TW: None! Just hints of things, but this is very fluffy! Happy belated Valentine's Day :).

EDIT: Tumblr is again, cutting paragraphs off. If that's the case, I'll be posting this on AO3 in a few days!

Normally you never thought much about Valentine’s Day. For a long time you considered it as any other day, but being in a relationship with Aizen for the past few years... you couldn’t deny you looked forward to what he had instore for you.

It wasn’t like Aizen wasn’t romantic to you any other day of the year, far from it, but… as you smiled to yourself, thinking about the dates he planned in past years, and even tonight… Aizen would always manage to catch you off guard. Aizen didn’t want to admit that for you, he would go the extra mile. He wanted to sweep you off your feet.

Although he also knew that you weren’t fussy with romantic things. Grandiose displays of affection and love, while you were always quiet when receiving them, you were humbled and in awe of your appreciation of them. Aizen wasn’t one for half-measures, you learned, and he would never skimp his affection for you (unless he wanted to tease you).

At the same time, dating him showed another side of him you never realized before. It was interesting to watch him interact with other people outside of yourself though, there was a sense of coldness to him, but he was ever so polite and respectful. Many people misread him as being inherently kind, but he was just respectful. Aizen wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, but his kindness was saved for you alone.

But it didn’t help that his glasses and disheveled hair gave him a gentle appearance as well.

As you stared at Aizen, asleep in your shared bed, you brushed a few stray hairs from his face, watching his sleeping form. You smiled as he sighed in his sleep, his brows furrowing at whatever dream he was having. It was interesting, you thought, of how you were scared of Aizen at first. He would never physically harm you, that wasn’t the fear, and it wasn’t how easily he could read you – you knew he could read others so well, but it was the way he acted around you specifically.

Aizen was curious about you.

Aizen also seemed baffled, and amused, at what you would do and say, but it made him smile.

For the first time in a long time, Aizen felt like he could speak his mind freely to you, and that was what scared you. Why did he feel like that around you alone?

Which is what you asked him many years ago. You laughed to yourself at the memory of his shocked face at the question. And for once, Aizen was at a loss for words.

But it was for a brief moment, as his shocked look disappeared when a genuine smile, followed by Aizen’s laughter, still ringing clear in your memory. The laugh, and the way he cupped your cheek to kiss your forehead, were such small actions that made you question if you were having a  dream at that moment. Aizen stared into your eyes, as you tried to read his emotions through his. It was then he took a deep breath.

“I never have to worry about being myself around you.” He said, with the softest of looks you had ever seen him have. “At first, I was drawn by your view of the world” Aizen said, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip gently, “then it was your honesty and kindness. The fact you even asked this question when many others wouldn’t have.”

“Every day is an adventure with you, one I’ll gladly come along.”

To him, you were the epitome of kindness and grace. Never one to disappoint, but also not one to run in fear of something. Unlike him, you had no hesitation in asking for help, or helping others. You would gladly help a friend, fully trusting them to help you when you needed their aid.

Aizen admitted to you, that was when he realized how alone he was, in that he relied so much on himself for everything. Everyone came to him for help, whether that would be advice, general life questions, and other things, but he didn’t have anyone he could rely on for the same support, until he met you. You were on the same page with him, for the first time in many years, Aizen felt like he could see eye-to-eye with someone, and he didn’t want to let you go.

But the more time you spent with him, you learned that his “warmth” to others, was an act. Not out of malice (sometimes), but out of preservation. Aizen was reserved and polite, but you piqued his curiosity for the better. The “kindness” he showed everyone else, isn’t real, but his kindness towards you…You knew that wasn’t an act. The first time he told you he loved you, you knew it took him a lot of courage to say it, for which you thanked him for and reciprocated back to him.  

So even if it’s just one day, one silly day – he would go the extra mile and shower you with grandiose displays of love, and you love and accept it wholeheartedly.

You kissed Aizen gently on the forehead as you brought yourself closer to him. Aizen awoke for a brief moment to register what was happening, before draping an arm around your body, bringing you closer to his bare chest. You couldn’t help bit wince a bit as your inner thighs and breasts ached from what happened hours before.

But before you could reminisce any further, Aizen pulled you tighter against him. His deep voice, laden with exhaustion, murmuring softly to your hair to go to sleep. You chuckled at the fact he caught you off guard again, but closed your eyes as you laid your head against his chest. Eyes fluttering to a close as you listened to the steadying beat of Aizen’s heart drifting you into dreamland.  

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[wooahaes]

tangled lights

pairing: non-idol!jaehyuk x gn!reader

genre: coffee shop au. coworkers au.

word count: 1.4k~

warnings: food mentions. reader isnt a fan of the holiday season.

daisy's notes: ngl sometimes i kinda miss having a christmas tree

Why the hell did the store need a Christmas tree out on the floor? It was just taking up space, and someone (read: you) had to be the unfortunate idiot who decorated it all alone while the rest of your coworkers got to do their actual jobs. You had exams to study for! And that should be your priority, not… untangling this stupid spaghetti-pile of lights.

Okay, fine, so maybe Christmas wasn’t your favorite time of year. Sure, it brought some nice things, like the limited time specialty hot chocolate drinks that you were more than happy to use your employee discount on… and the limited time cookies that you’d always steal the leftovers of when you had the closing shift. But Christmas was just a reminder of too much bullshit. That your family wasn’t in the city, so unless you saved the money to travel, you’d only be calling home this year. Or the fact that you were alone, since Christmas was much more couple-y. The countless number of couples who came into the coffee shop were people you had to greet with a forced smile (they never seemed to notice, though), and it was starting to get tiring because they were always a thousand times more cuddly and sappy than normal.

Some people might call it jealousy. You preferred to think of yourself as more practical. What was so special about the Christmas season that made people awful to deal with? Couples aside, you swore people got much more high-strung with you and other people in service jobs for no damn reason. Sorry, but yelling at you wasn’t going to get their kid the toy that sold out immediately. 

Andn ow the fucking lights were even more tangled. The place was empty, and it was late, and you were about to start yelling. Your boss needed this tree up yesterday and the busy hours had kept you from doing the damn job. 

“Fuck this!” You threw them down in a rage, getting up and walking away. All you needed was a few minutes and you’d tackle it again. How did these lights even get this tangled? After your shift today, all you wanted to do was make your stupid hot chocolate drink, clean the machines, and go home to watch whatever video essay popped up on YouTube. With another frustrated groan, you slammed a fist down on the countertop, before relaxing. With a sigh, you looked back at your current enemy. “Why did she have to pick me for this…?”

Someone like Asahi would be better at this. You saw the drawings he made and the photos he took—he had an eye for this kind of thing. Or Jaehyuk; he loved this time of year. Sometimes you wondered how he managed to be so positive at work, but you’d seen the moments where he needed to step into the back to collect himself. If anything, seeing Jaehyuk was just this reminder that you were this mess compared to your coworkers. No wonder none of them seemed to like you all that much: you weren’t there to be best friends with any of them, you were there to get paid. Sure, you were friendly enough with them, but you never really let shit slide: if someone treated you wrong, you called them out in the back room and demanded their basic respect. 

Maybe that was why people didn’t seem to like you. Other people still made an effort to be friends. And you… Well, your friends had joked once that you were an “acquired taste” as a person—but one they appreciated nonetheless. The “they asked for no pickles” friend who couldn’t stand to see someone else struggle out of the need to be polite when the answer was just “speak up for yourself.” You let out a long sigh. Maybe… Maybe you needed to find a different job where you could start over. 

The sound of your name being called made you look up, and you stared at where Jaehyuk of all people was standing outside the store entrance. He waved at you, speaking louder, although it was far too muffled for you to fully understand what he was saying. You made your way over, clicking the door unlocked, and he stepped in, thanking you quickly.

“I forgot my textbook,” he said, dusting snow off of his shoulders. Then he looked at you again, “Why are you still here?”

Maybe you’d die right here and not have to admit that a Christmas tree was getting the better of you. 

Of course, Jaehyuk had to lean forward enough to see the tree. “Oh, you’re still working on it?” He locked the door behind him, already shedding his coat. “I can help! It’s already getting late—and you still have to close up properly, right?”

Wait, what. 

“I think if we work together, we’ll be done faster,” Jaehyuk continued on without much of a care, making his way over to where you’d thrown down the Christmas lights. “I’ll start untangling these while you get the ornaments from the back.”

At long last, your brain seemed to have caught up, and the first thing you said was “You don’t have to do that.” 

Jaehyuk had already pulled over a chair, “It’s late,” he said. “And you have more to do—I don’t mind helping. I can call Asahi, too, if you want—”

“No!” You made your way over. “No, that’s… You don’t have to bother him. This was supposed to be my job for some reason. You can get your book and go home,” you said, reaching for the string lights in his hands that he was already managing to untangle far easier than you did. “Really. It’s okay.”

Jaehyuk looked up at you, frowning a little. “You can ask for help if you need it,” he said. “And… I owe you.” 

You furrowed your brow. “Owe me?”

“For Saturday,” he said. “You chewed out that lady after she purposefully spilled her coffee down my apron.”

“Uh. Yeah, because she literally could have burned you,” you crossed your arms. “She’s lucky she left that cup sitting up there for so fucking long otherwise you could have literally sued her, I’m sure.” 

“My brain always seems to turn off when people get that angry,” he admitted. “It’s nice to know you have my back.” Jaehyuk paused, looking up from the lights in his hands. “... The ornaments?”

Fuck. Right. You walked away to find the box from the back room, snagging his textbook from where it was sitting on a table. One less thing for him to worry about. He thanked you when you set it down on the table next to him, and you pushed the box aside. No need to start hanging those until the lights were up. You reached for the other end of the tangled lights, and began to work again.

“Like I was saying…, You don’t owe me for that. I would have done it for anyone,” you shrugged. “I’m not gonna let someone get mistreated because some customers genuinely think they’re always right.” 

“You still didn’t have to do it,” he said. “I appreciate it. I always like working shifts with you because of it.”

The sentiment nearly made you laugh. He had to be joking, right? “Riiight, sure.”

He looked up, stopping in his work for a moment. “Why did you say it like that?”

“I know what other people think of me,” you said. “You don’t have to pretend you like me. Respecting me is fine.” 

“But I do like you.” Jaehyuk only continued to stare at you, his brows drawing together in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I?”

If anyone else had said it, you’d find it hard to believe. But Jaehyuk was different: Jaehyuk didn’t seem like the kind of person who would outright lie—at least not so easily. The quick way he said it, the genuine confusion on his face… Suddenly, you had to wonder why you’d mentally cataloged Jaehyuk as someone so out of reach for someone like you.

“Oh.” You felt your face heat up with embarrassment, and you busied yourself even further with untangling the lights. “Hey, um… Jaehyuk?”

He hadn’t stopped staring at you, still so confused. “Yeah?”

“Do you… Do you want to help me decorate the tree?” You looked up. “And… Maybe grab a hot chocolate later, too? I mean, you don’t have to, but—”

He chuckled softly, that same soft, sweet smile on his face as he nodded. “I’d love to.” 

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[deathfavor]

@piscesiawave said: [ braid ] - reverse for michael and lucifer

prompts for ordinary things that feel intimate reversed [ braid ] sender receiver braids receiver's sender's hair

" Don't move. " Lucifer's voice carries on the floral wind when he speaks. It doesn't shatter the silence but elegant slides through it without a ripple in its wake. He knows such words are likely to provoke a response, so his hands slide into Michael's hair before the other can whip around to face him.

Michael's hair has never been as long as Lucifer's, but that does not mean it is not beautiful in its own right. His hand gently combs through the lily white strands of hair, feeling it slide between seraphic fingers. It's a soothing gesture as much as it is something to give Lucifer a moment to think. He doesn't need but a fraction of a millisecond before his touch changes, shifting from idle to purposeful.

It has been centuries since he has done this yet none would suspect it with the calm confidence of his fingers. They grasp strands of hair and gently begin to braid them together. Over, under, around. He hasn't done this in so long but it feels almost like it once had a long time ago. A time when they sat beneath their tree and Lucifer would plead for an extra few minutes of freedom before he was ushered back to the suffocating Hall. Even if they were just to attend other business, he had never been able to go anywhere and just be. The older angers were few in number, and the youngers all stared in excessive awe and respect and a bit of fear. Under that tree or higher than any of the other angels had always been his refuges.

Sometimes he'd even managed little things like this. Braids, a flower crown placed onto Michael's head when he fell asleep, a gold accessory tucked into the back of snowy locks that he always wondered how long it took Michael to discover. It draws an unconscious smile onto Lucifer's lips as he works.

He says nothing, but the fallen's satisfaction is obvious even if he does not seem to notice. Everything shimmers a bit brighter, the warmth of the sun turning from uncaring warmth to softer comfort. He has fallen, but the light still loves the morningstar the same as it once had, even if he tries to reject it. Lucifer braids a lock on one side of Michael's hair and then the other, and then he gently pulls them back so they meet in the back of his head.

What to pin them in place with?

Lucifer lingers a moment before he opens his palm to allow for something to form a miniature replica of Michael's famous flaming sword to form. He gently tucks it into the strands, the red gems a beautiful contrast in the white sea of hair.

" Done. " He remarks finally, once it has evidently been accepted. But he makes no move to push Michael away or otherwise move, his hands simply resting in his lap while gold eyes observe the reaction.

#piscesiawave #i really thought about prefall #but he had this idea #and how could i take that away from him #᛭ — [IC] bend the knee and bow to the emperor [LUCIFER] #᛭ — [RELATION] craving the bittersweet misery only you bring [LUCIFER & MICHAEL]

[127luvr]

To my first

Jisung x Male reader

Achievement unlocked: New Love Language learned!

Jisung has never been an affectionate person.

He has never felt the need to reach a hand out to the people close to him as a way to show them he loves them. Hugs were okay, he knew this was a way that people felt loved—appreciated, even. He never really saw the big deal behind it. Until he met you.

Being the new baby of the group, you felt alienated. Everyone had their place in the group and yet there you were, tight lipped and silent. You heard from Sungchan and Shotaro that they were just thrown into the group, never really introduced to all of the members. You thought maybe they were exaggerating—but here you were. More than twenty pairs of eyes were on you as it was finally your turn to introduce yourself.

You dug your nails into your palm, blinking hard before bowing as low as you could to show your respect for the older members.

“H-hi.” You cleared your throat, feeling the heat build up in your cheeks. Finally deciding to look up from the floor, you make eye contact with Jisung. He gave you a small smile, one you could take as a pity smile—regardless you accepted it. The two of you had become acquainted the last few days; bonding over being the youngest members. Jisung would later admit he was a little jealous when they decided to add you to the group. “I’m (Y/n), I look forward to working with you guys. I’ll admit I’m a little nervous but I assure you I’ll be as neo as I can.”

You turned your head towards the chuckle you heard, surprised to see Taeyong behind the sudden noise.

“So formal. Relax a little, we’re going to love having you here.” You stared up in awe towards the leader. You’ve always admired him from afar but now he was here in the flesh. You closed your mouth, unaware of when you left it open in surprise in front of the—no—your group members.

Jisung leads the round of applause that follows your introduction and Taeyong’s welcome speech. You become flustered again, overwhelmed with all the attention on you. You wish you could just know everyone immediately and be friendly towards one another to skip the awkward phase. But alas, you were immediately thrown into getting to know everyone and listening eagerly as they over shared.

In the span of a few months, you and Jisung have become inseparable. That isn’t to say that you weren’t close to other members—in fact, you got along so well with the members, it felt like you were meant to be in the group. No matter how late you had joined. But it was different with Jisung.

It was late night conversations under a shared blanket and holding hands when either one of you got anxious. It was the aggressive butterflies in your stomach when you catch him staring at you almost hungrily. It was his head on your shoulder as he napped in the car in between schedules. It was the shared drinks—and the clothes—and the notes. It was the shared AirPods even though you both had a pair of your own.

“Can I be honest?” You turn your head towards Jisung, letting him know that he had your full undivided attention. “I hate physical affection.”

“Wha—”

“I hate it.” He peels his eyes away from you, moving his head to face the ceiling instead of towards you. He continues speaking, letting his thoughts flow out without a filter. “I didn’t see the appeal—or rather I didn’t feel the need to reassure people I liked them by giving them a hug or holding their hand. Even just a touch on the shoulder.” You were scared to hear where this was going—was he going to confess that he secretly hated you? “I hated it—until I met you.”

Jisung couldn’t help but always have skin-to-skin contact with you. It had become such a habit it felt weird when you weren’t in arms length. He found it odd that he always longed to reach out to you. To hold you. To hug you. To touch you. But he brushed it off.

“You make me want to reach out. It’s involuntary sometimes. I just do it because you’re like a magnet, (Y/n/n). You’re driving me half crazy trying to figure out what this is.” He’s rendered you speechless. You’re still facing him as he faces away, face hot with nerves. This time, you were the one reaching out towards him.

You used your left hand to grab his cheek and turn him towards you. Immediately your eyes fall to his lips. His eyes do the same. It was only a matter of time now.

#park jisung #jisung #nct dream #nct u #nct #nct x male reader #jisung x male reader #nct jisung #nct jisung x male reader #<3

[forbidding-souda]

nagito, hajime, and izuru with a shsl florist s/o

nagito komaeda, hajime hinata, and izuru kamukura with a shsl florist s/o

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here ya go! this one is pretty long, i got carried away writing for these three, they're just my absolute faves

i liked writing this, flowers and flower/color language are honestly one of my favorite things to look into! it's always really interesting and i would highly recommend looking into it as well

[ fun fact about color language: henry the eighth and anne boleyn wore yellow to catherine of aragon's funeral. it looks like a sign of respect to her, since yellow is the color that symbolizes grief and mourning in catherine's home country of spain, right? but, to most people now and back then in europe, yellow is considered a happy, bright color. so they were not-so-secretly dissing her, poor coa ]

- mod fuyuhiko

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🍀 – nagito adores your love for flowers. even outside of him admiring you for being an ultimate, he finds something oddly soothing seeing you take care of such delicate, beautiful things.

🍀 – when you first became close, even had you started dating, he would refuse to be in the same room while you were taking care of your flowers; he was wholly convinced that him even being near you while you were working would cause some great disaster to happen.

🍀 – "ah.. the invitation to watch you work is always appreciated, my hope! while someone as below you as myself shouldn't have the right to deny you, i wouldn't want my luck to inconvenience you."

🍀 – it took a lot of convincing on your part.

🍀 – "no, nagito, a flower pot won't suddenly fall on my head."

"no, nagito, a flower won't wilt and die as soon as you step into the room."

"no, nagito, a flower won't grow into a giant carnivorous plant because of you. that's scientifically impossible."

🍀 – when you did manage to get him into your flower nursery, he was entirely in awe from how colorful it was. all of the flowers, sprouts, and buds were thriving and healthy. suddenly, nagito was more upset by the fact that he refused you for so long.

🍀 – you'd often ask for his help, with small things that he deemed simple enough not to mess up. whether it be grabbing something from a high shelf so you didn't have to get a step ladder, grabbing the sprouts that were in plastic containers for you so that you could transfer them into flower pots, things like that.

🍀 – once, you offhandedly told nagito that both flowers and people benefitted from talking to the plants. some things about carbon dioxide, improving mental health; nagito doesn't remember the exact details. he did keep it in mind though.

🍀 – you'd asked him to water the flowers while you went to go get new fluorescent lamps. it didn't take you long to return back to your greenhouse with five lamps in your arms, pushing the door open with your hip.

when you did, you saw komaeda crouched down next to the table that the sunflower sprouts were on. from what you could see, he has a fond smile on his face as he watered them. one, two, three, four, five seconds for each sprout; just as you'd told him. it made you smile a bit as well, seeing him so serene.

"you're so lucky to be taken care of by such a wonderful person." he hummed to the baby sunflowers. nagito didn't even notice you standing there, cheeks flushing as you watched him gush to the sprouts fondly.

"i'd pray to all the stars in the sky that they'd care for me as tenderly as they do you." nagito said, "it would be an honor for such a kind, gentle ultimate to treat me in such a way."

"i could."

he jumped, clutching the handle of the watering can as he twisted to stare at you like a deer in headlights. the way his cheeks flushed red was adorable as he exclaimed your name in a sheepish tone. "disregard what you heard, someone as worthless as me doesn't deserve to speak about you in such a way! please forgive me!" he rambled with an apologetic bow. it only made you smile wider as you strolled to stand at the other side of the table, letting the door to your lab close.

"it's okay, nagito. i meant what i said, though." you hummed casually, placing the lamps on the table and bending down to get the extension cord. you didn't see him blinking at you, flustered. "e-excuse me?" he asked, confusion evident in his tone. it made you giggle as you stood with the extension cord in hand. "i'd be happy to take care of you the way i do the flowers." you told him honestly, glancing at his blushing face as you plugged the fluorescent lamps into the extension cord.

nagito went to speak but you piped up again, knowing what he was going to say, "you deserve it. i love you and i'd love to treat you with the care you deserve, angel. anytime."

it made him stutter and make incoherent noises as he tried to find something to reply with, to refuse you with, but ultimately he just sighed and let a smile grow on his face.

"thank you, my clover."

🍊 – hajime enjoys your passion for your talent. watching you settle down and focus on what you're doing is somewhat interesting to him. it often leads to quiet moments between the two of you where you work under hajime's fond, adoring gaze. if you notice him staring, no you didn't, he doesn't stare. that's weird, and hajime's not weird.

🍊 – very early on in your relationship, hajime thought that all things flowers would be the best gift for you, given your talent. he'd gotten you flower themed clothes, flower plushies, flower themed jewelry, anything he laid his eyes on that was flower themed or had a flower on it. if you don't like the gifts he'll lay off, of course, but if you don't tell him to stop or tell him you like them then you'll be showered with gifts constantly.

🍊 – something that he noticed early on was how you'd look through a thick book as you were preparing people's flower arrangements. when he'd asked, simply out of curiosity,  he learned that flowers had meanings. that was something that intrigued him, so hajime made you sit down with him and teach him as many flower meanings as he could remember.

🍊 – the book you taught him from, and even let him borrow, was one of your own making. each page with contents on it was laminated and written in your distinct penmanship, a pressed flower next to a description of what it meant when you wore it or gave it to someone. there were even little doodles of the different colored variants of the flowers, and what those different colors meant.

🍊 – hajime kept his own notes from your book, studying it like a textbook. he'd thought it was.. silly, to give you flowers as a gift. but he was told you would appreciate it nonetheless.

🍊 – then, there was a box. medium sided and biodegradable, left in front of the door to your greenhouse. you didn't order anything, nor did you request supplies from hope's peak. and.. there didn't seem to be a note with it, either.

you brought it inside regardless of your confusion, placing it down on your work desk. curiosity killed the cat, after all. you used a pair of garden scissors to slice the tape holding the box flaps together, putting the tool to the side as you lifted one flap and peered inside the box. the first thing you noticed were the flowers, underneath a piece of paper that looked like it was ripped from a notebook. you picked up the note first, recognizing hajime's handwriting immediately,

' hi y/n, happy six month anniversary!

natsumi pressured me into getting you something big like this. she's a very intense person, as i'm sure you know. not that i wouldn't have gotten you something nice if she didn't tell me to, but i got nervous that she would make good on her threats to castrate me.

and you're probably not thinking it, but i'll say it anyway: i know it's kind of stupid to give the ultimate florist a bouquet of flowers as an anniversary gift. i hope you enjoy the gift regardless.

don't read further until you open the gift box. '

you smiled as you placed the note on the table, picking up the small bouquet of flowers. three pink roses surrounded by pink carnations, wrapped in baby pink cotton fabric and tied together with a red ribbon. you had a feeling that he put some thought into the flowers, given that he'd taken your book and still hadn't given it back yet. it made you laugh a bit, thinking about hajime being bombarded by your class to give you something.

you softly placed the bouquet to the side, reaching inside the box to get a smaller one. it was similar to the box people place rings in, only a bit bigger and wider. the velvet was soft on the pads of your fingers as you pried it open, a soft gasp escaping you as you saw the beautiful jewelry that lay inside. a necklace, golden chain connecting to a small pink carnation charm. next to it was a golden bracelet that connected pink roses to each other.

the flowers on the jewelry were beautifully carved and colored, looking very high quality. part of you wondered how hajime was able to get these, but then you remembered that he's pretty wealthy, given that he's paying to be in the reserve course. before you could get lost in your thoughts, you remembered to grab the note again.

' assuming you opened the gift box before reading this ( if you didn't you ruined the surprise ), i hope you like the jewelry. natsumi helped me pick it out, it wasn't that expensive so i bought it with my own money. i love you, but i won't become indebted to the yakuza for an anniversary gift.

anyway, from your book and a lot of googling, i learned that pink carnations symbolize a few things. admiration, fascination, and gratitude, most prominently. those things perfectly describe how i feel about you, how i've felt about you even before we started dating.

i admire how focused and keen you are when it comes to taking care of your flowers, it's fascinating watching you work, and i'm forever thankful that you chose to date me out of anyone else at hope's peak. anyone else in the world, really.

the three roses obviously mean love. you know that, everyone knows that. i chose pink ones to match with the carnations, as well as the fact that they have a similar meaning. flower meaning based on their color is interesting, thank you for teaching it to me.

and thank you for the best six months of my life. you've made things so much more enjoyable and comfortable for me, and i hope i ( somehow ) improved your quality of life the way you have mine.

i appreciate you. i love you.

i don't want to write too much more, i'm running out of space and my pencil is getting dull. i hope you enjoyed the gift, find me when classes are over so that i can give you your book back.

happy anniversary!

( p.s, natsumi says that you better like the jewelry or else you're insulting her taste, which she will beat you up for. )

sincerely yours,

h. hinata '

🍎 – izuru was intrigued by you, for the simple fact that you managed to find solace in such a mundane task like taking care of flowers. flowers were hard to come by during the tragedy, any good things were hard to come by, but you still managed to keep and take care of such fragile life.

🍎 – he likes to think it was his ultimate luck that made him able to find you, such a simple person. you had much more patience than him, to be able to tend to plants in the same way and wait the same amount of time for them to grow every time, just to have them around. though you did use some to eat or use for medicinal purposes, most of them just sat in their pots or vases looking pretty.

🍎 – izuru inserted himself into your life, just to observe you like you were a guinea pig in a cage. why did you tend to the flowers, why that out of the many much more interesting things to do during the apocalypse? kill, steal, destroy, out of everything, why flowers?

🍎 – he didn't understand how it could just… be enough, for you. to watch life grow during such a terrible time, to keep something alive and nurture it while everyone else was focused on murder and destruction. it made sense to him, but it didn't at the same time.

🍎 – so, izuru decided to be a bit more hands-on with his observation of you. he'd stay with you and help you tend to the flowers, see what you found so much interest in. and after about a month of this, he was starting to see the appeal. not in the tending of the flowers, but with you.

🍎 – he didn't think he could experience emotions such as love, fondness, or care, but izuru was proven wrong when he spent time with you caring for the flowers. watching you water them, keep them alive, talk to them. sitting with him and letting him quiz you on flower meanings and care steps from your book, it was so.. domestic. the actions themselves were not at all particularly interesting, quite repetitive, but he was interested by the feelings they brought him.

🍎 – he'd suspected that the people who performed the surgery on him didn't do their job properly when he first noticed feelings of disgust instead of indifference before meeting you, but he didn't know they did things this inefficiently; to the point where he could say he was falling in love with you. albeit diluted, definitely not as intense as normal people, izuru could pinpoint all of the feelings you made him experience.

🍎 – you cared for him almost as kindly as you tended to the flowers. one of your favorite things to do was pick some, ones that had heartfelt meanings that almost made him flustered, to braid into his hair. it was pointless as they'd just wither and die, but it calmed you and was therapeutic for izuru, so he let you.

🍎 – the latest time, you'd braided red peonies into his hair. izuru knew you didn't take your flower choices lightly, and from memory he knew red peonies conveyed love and respect, among other things. it didn't surprise him that you chose those flowers to put in his hair, but it still made him feel nice.

you weren't awake, it was too late at night for you to be. izuru didn't sleep well, he was plagued with sleep problems and nightmares that annoyed him enough to keep him awake in an attempt to stave them off. to occupy himself this time, instead of simply watching you sleep or getting up to pace the house you two made your sanctuary, izuru sat on the edge of the bed and began taking out the braids you'd put in his hair.

it was a tedious process, given that he was moving slower than usual. izuru moved his fingers delicately to unweave the flowers from the braids, slightly smooshed but still alive, if not a bit wrinkled. he laid them on the bedside table as he took them out, simply shaking his head a bit to get used to his unbraided hair again. izuru never attempted to smooth his hair out again; that was something he left to you.

grabbing the flowers, izuru got up and spared a single glance at you before he strolled out of the room and into the kitchen.

he set the flowers on the counter, opening a drawer to grab a few things. a red ballpoint pen, scissors, tape, and the thin sheets of plastic he'd scavenged from an abandoned crafts store. returning his attention to the book, izuru flipped past the pages already filled to the first blank one.

grabbing the peonies off the counter, he ripped most of the stems off and placed the flower heads meticulously onto the book's page. then he cut one plastic sheet to the appropriate size, placing it over the flowers before closing the book on top of it. he pushed it with his hands until it was as flat as he could get it, proceeding to neatly tape the plastic sheet to the paper.

picking the pen up and clicking the point out, he began writing.

' red peonies - love, respect, honor, passion.

genus: paeonia.

family: paeoniaceae.

withering time: two hundred eighty-eight hours / one week and five days.

their flower choices are as predictable as always. however, they didn't do one large braid this time, opting to do smaller ones throughout my hair. it felt nice, the moment was peaceful.

i find that i have biases toward them that i cannot explain. they wear a necklace with a pink carnation on it as well as a bracelet with roses on it. seeing those simple pieces of jewelry on them makes me feel something warm in my chest.

at this point it is safe to say that they had a relationship with the previous occupant of this body, and that the scientists who performed my surgery didn't cut off all connections to past memories and emotions. expected of those without the proper talent to be able to do so properly.

despite the confusion this causes me, i never find myself particularly bored or annoyed by them or their actions, or the things they make me feel. most likely due to the existing bias, but i can say certainly that i am fond of them at this point in time.

i. kamukura '

#nagito komaeda x reader #hajime hinata x reader #x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader

[haveihitanerve]

“MIETOLA!!!!!!” Gregor bellowed into his ranks. As one the soldiers shouted back. “SEGCTA!!!” “Do not back down.” gregor called. “Fight as one, fight as brothers. As sisters. As friends. As blood. If one falls,” “two others take his place.” his soldiers barked back. Gregor nodded from where he stood atop his bond of midnight black. His eyes scanned his friends, his family, all seated behind him on a flutter of multi colored wings. His brethren. Bonded not by blood that ran through their veins but by that that flowed out of them. “I treasure each of your lives.” gregor continued, his voice hardened by the war that had followed him since he was eleven, but it softened as it took in his peoples faces. Hundreds of them stared back at him. With respect and awe. Things he had earned, not been born into. “And have no doubt in your mind that i do know your sacrifice today. But know that none of you shall be forgotten. None of you shall die in vain.” he crossed his arms across his chest. “I swear to you.” he met each set of eyes that he could. “I swear to you that your death will not go in vain. If your blood shall spill.” silence greeted him, then slowly, every rider, every creature that he knew, that would bleed for him no matter the cost, raised their hands as one, and linked their thumbs. It was a bat. The sign of the underland, and their sworn oath to him. Gregor felt tears choke him, and he raised his hands in mirror to them. “Remember now, remember when you stand on that field, blood in your nose, leaking out of you, remember your companions, and remember the love, the courage and the bravery you all share.” he took a deep breath, memorizing every face he looked at, knowing it might be the last time he saw any of them. “Mietola.” “Segcta.”

Slowly, they lower their tails, dropped to the ground, and surrendered. His forces stood as a unit. Then slowly, hands reached for claws, claws reached for paws, paws grasped at feelers. Together, his army raised their arms, hand and claw, paw and feeler clasped in a bond that no war could weather, and raised them up, together. Gregor felt tears choke him and raised his hand back in salute. And he watched in awe, as his broken, bleeding soldiers, held out their paws to the enemy. A choice, that they all made. Each, separately. Without influence, without a command, they reached for their fallen enemy, their surrendered foes, and helped them to their feet. Healers came, treating, without a care for whos army soldiers they were treating, so long as they saved a Life. Ares quivered beneath him and gregor dug his fingers into his bats thick neck fur, to inspired to speak. Ares dropped to the ground, and together, unspoken, they reached for the fallen, just as their army had. 

Ares was glad, when he looked to his bond, that gregor did not shy away from help. From aid. He was glader still, that neither did the queen. When he had asked them about it, both had looked at him baffled and luxa had spoken, “why are we here if not to help each other?” the words rang in his head again now, clearer than day, as he watched opponents, foes for eternity, reach out a paw, claw, hand of comfort, a hand of help. And watched as they were grasped by another. Neither shied away, instead they embraced, holding each other as pain and grief swept through them. For while they had been on opposite sides of a battle, their feelings were the same. “Perhaps we are not so different after all.” gregor had said, a wry smile on his face as he looked to ares, nudging him with amusement. “Perhaps there is hope still left to be found in this graying population.” ares grinned. His bond had been right. And he had never been gladder.

Mietola- together Segcta- we fight

so uh, im not sure what this is, but i was reading an old fanfic that i wrote about an off brand version of the battle with the bane, i think the plot is that gregor is a prince? or at least hes been living in the underland for a while and uh yeah he has to fight the bane, but this time he does it with an army. so uh. yeah. i thought this part actually kind of made sense and was decent so here you are

#gregor the overlander #the underland chronicles #tuc #general gregor ig #ares the flier

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

To Love a Ranger Chapter 11- Aragorn x OC

Aragorn x Issa

Description: Gandalf, Issa, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli arrive in Edoras and help the King get his life back.

Word Count: 2.5k

Issa could do little more than stare in awe as the figure revealed itself to be Gandalf, though he was dressed in white robes and held a white staff rather than his old gray clothes and brown staff. 

“It cannot be,” Aragorn muttered in shock. All of them were surprised by the Wizard’s appearance, but Legolas was quick to recover. 

“Forgive me,” he said as he bowed down, Gimli following his movements. “I mistook you for Saruman.” 

“I am Saruman,” the Wizard answered. “Or rather, Saruman as he should have been.” The girl could do little more than shake her head at him. 

“You fell,” she muttered in disbelief, which caught his attention. He offered her a small smile as he nodded. 

“Through fire…and water. From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak… I fought with the Balrog of Morgoth. Until at last I threw down my enemy…and smote his ruin upon the mountainside. Darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time. Stars wheeled overhead and every day was as long as a life age of the Earth. But it was not the end. I felt life in me again. I’ve been sent back until my task is done,” he concluded. 

“Gandalf,” Aragorn muttered softly as he moved closer to the Wizard. 

“Gandalf?” The Wizard repeated both looking and sounding curious, then realization struck him and he smiled. “Yes, that is what they used to call me. Gandalf the Grey. That was my name. I am Gandalf the White. And I come back to you now at the turn of the tide.” With that he began leading them through the forest. 

“One stage of your journey is over,” the Wizard spoke after several minutes. “Another begins. We must travel to Edoras with all speed.” 

“Edoras?” Repeated Gimli. “That is no short distance!” 

“We hear of trouble in Rohan,” Issa spoke as everyone sort of simultaneously ignored the Dwarf. “It goes ill with the King.” 

“Yes, and it will not be easily cured,” Gandalf agreed. 

“Then we have run all this way for nothing? Are we to leave those poor Hobbits here in this horrid, dark, dank tree-infested-” he paused when groans rang through the forest, then quickly corrected himself. “I mean, charming......quite charming forest.

“It was more than mere chance that brought Merry and Pippin to Fangorn,” Gandalf explained, almost amusedly. A great power has been sleeping here for many long years. The coming of Merry and Pippin will be like the falling of small stones…that starts an avalanche in the mountains.”

“One thing you have not changed, dear friend,” Aragorn started, making the Wizard look at him curiously. “You still speak in riddles.” That made the two of them as well as Issa laugh. It felt good to laugh again after all the turmoil they’d faced thus far. 

“A thing is about to happen that has not happened since the Elder Days,” the Wizard continued. “The Ents are going to wake up, and find that they are strong.”

“Strong?” Gimli questioned incredulously, earning another groan from the trees. “Oh, that’s good.” 

“So stop your fretting, Master Dwarf. Merry and Pippin are quite safe. In fact, they are far safer than you are about to be.” 

“This new Gandalf’s more grumpy than the old one,” the Dwarf grumbled as they stepped out of the forest once again. Gandalf whistled a long, high and loud whistle. Just a moment later a great white horse came galloping towards them. 

“That is one of the Mearas,” Legolas muttered in awe. “Unless my eyes are cheated by some spell.” Gandalf bowed his head to the horse, which prompted Issa to do the same thing out of respect, before he stroked the horse’s mane. 

“Shadowfax,” he explained. “He is the Lord of all horses, and has been my friend through many dangers. Now, go gather your horses. Gimli did not lie when he said that Edoras was a long journey.” Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli nodded before heading to their horses, but Issa stayed behind, staring at the Wizard thoughtfully. 

“Gandalf, about what happened in the mines,” she trailed off slowly. Yes, she’d been thinking about the mines again. The last time she’d talked to him, they’d been in a fight about Pippin. It weighed heavily on her when during his time in death, and now that he was here she wished to make things right. Gandalf seemed to sense that because he spoke before she could continue. 

“If there is something you wish to say then I suggest you get it out of the way before they return to us,” he informed her before climbing onto his horse and facing her, a small and reassuring smile on his face. “But, if you are going to apologize, I think it would do you good to know that Gandalf the Gray forgave you the minute he began his fall.” His response brought a smile to her face as joy coursed through her. She felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, but she could do little more than nod before Hasufel and Arod appeared beside them with the three hunters. 

“Come, Issa,” Aragorn instructed softly, holding out a hand for her. She smiled at him and took his hand, climbing onto Hasufel with his help. Once she was settled, they were off.

“Edoras and the Golden Hall of Meduseld,” Gandalf announced as they stopped to look at the kingdom in front of them. “There dwells Theoden, King of Rohan…whose mind is overthrown. Saruman’s hold over King Theoden is now very strong.” Issa shared a concerned look with Aragorn, who sat behind her. 

“Be careful what you say,” the Wizard continued. “Do not look for welcome here.” With that the three horses continued their journey into Edoras. As they rode through the kingdom people stared at them. It was completely silent as they stopped in front of the Golden Hall in which King Theoden resided. Issa climbed off Hasufel with Aragorn’s help then looked around as the townsfolk all but surrounded them. 

“You’ll find more cheer in a graveyard,” Gimli grumbled, earning a warning look from Issa as she followed Aragorn and Gandalf up the steps of the hall. Just before they entered they were stopped by a small group of guards. 

“I cannot allow you before Theoden King so armed, Gandalf Greyhame,” the captain spoke. “By order of Grima Wormtongue.” Issa looked at her companions unsurely, but Gandalf merely nodded, which signaled them to hand their weapons over. The captain held out his hand to the Wizard. 

“Your staff.” Gandalf hummed, looking at the staff for a moment. 

“You would not part an old man from his walking stick.” The guard looked worried for a moment, but ultimately turned to lead them inside. The Wizard stayed long enough to wink slyly at Aragorn before following the guard, holding onto Issa’s arm while Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn followed. The captain stopped at the door and allowed them to pass. Inside they were greeted with a decrepit looking Theoden with a slimy looking person Issa could only assume was Grima Wormtongue beside him. Grima leaned over and whispered something into the King’s ear that the girl couldn’t quite hear. 

“The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late…Theoden King,” Gandalf said as a form of greeting as they stepped further into the room. Out of the corner of her eye Issa noticed a group of menacing looking guards following them at a distance off to the side. Grima whispered something to Theoden.

“Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?” The King asked before looking to Grima, almost as if seeking approval. 

“A just question, my liege,” the Man (if you could call him that) agreed as he stood, walking towards them. “Late is the hour…in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell I name him. Ill news is an ill guest.” Issa turned her head just a bit when she noticed that the menacing looking guards were growing closer to them.

“Be silent,” Gandalf snapped, which caught her attention. “Keep your forked tongue between your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm.” He lifted his staff in front of Grima’s face, which shocked him. 

“His staff,” he gasped, falling to his knees in his surprise. “I told you to take the Wizard’s staff.” With that the menacing group moved to attack, though Aragorn, Issa, Legolas and Gimli were able to take them down with ease. 

“Theoden, son of Thengel, too long have you sat in the Shadows,” Gandalf spoke directly to the King. Grima, who had been pushed to the ground by Gandalf, attempted to get up, but Issa quickly put a stop to it by placing her foot on his chest and a sword (which she’d nabbed from one of the menacing guards) to his throat. 

“I would stay still if I were you,” she hissed, causing him to cower helplessly.

“Hearken to me!” The Wizard called above the room. “I release you from the spell.” With that he held up his hand and closed his eyes, only to reopen them when Theorden laughed mockingly. 

“You have no power here, Gandalf the Gray.” It seemed that was all the Wizard needed to up the ante because he threw off his gray cloak angrily. Theoden was thrown back by a bright white light, one that Issa recognized from Fangorn Forest. 

“I will draw you out, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound,” he sneered, thrusting his staff forward, which threw the King back once again. 

“If I go, Theoden dies,” the King spoke, though it wasn’t his voice. It was Saruman. The Wizard moved closer to Theoden while shaking his head. 

“You did not kill me…you will not kill him.” 

“Rohan is mine!” 

“Be gone,” Gandalf shouted back. 

Without warning Theoden jumped up from his throne and lunged at him, but the Wizard thrusted him back with his staff once again. The King slumped forward and a blonde girl Issa hadn’t seen before rushed forward to stop him from falling. Everyone watched in awe as Theoden’s face slowly changed. His hair and beard shortened, and he looked much younger in general as his once milky eyes cleared to reveal blue irises. Those blue eyes turned to the girl quizzically. 

“I know your face,” he muttered quietly, which made the girl smile tearfully. “Eowyn, you are Eowyn.” The girl, Eowyn, cried with happiness and hugged the King. Issa glanced back at Aragorn, and the two shared a smile before facing the King again. He patted Eowyn’s back as he looked around the room, stopping on the Wizard. 

“Gandalf?” 

“Breathe free air again, my friend,” the White Wizard said with a small smile. Theoden stood up shakily, lifting his hands and rubbing them. 

“Dark have been my dreams of late.” 

“Your fingers would remember their old strength better if they grasped your sword,” Gandalf mentioned, motioning to one of the guards. The guard stepped forward and held out a sword to the King. He took it and lifted it, staring at it wonderingly. Then his eyes trailed the room once again until they landed on the floor beside him, where Grima still laid under Issa’s boot. 

Without a word the King suddenly stormed over to the scum. Issa barely had time to move before he yanked Grima up by the collar. Everyone followed him as he all but dragged the Man out with a guard’s help. Grima was thrown out of the Golden Hall. He fell down the stairs with Theoden following him (albeit falteringly). 

“I’ve only….ever served you, My Lord,” the Man stuttered as he crawled backwards on his hands. Theoden continued to advance on him, however. 

“Your leechcraft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!” 

“Send me not from your sight,” Grima begged. Theoden disregarded his plea and raised his sword above Grima’s head, as if to kill him. He likely would have if Aragorn hadn’t rushed forward and grabbed the King’s arm. 

“No, My Lord!” He exclaimed, then lowered his tone. “Let him go. Enough blood has been spilt on his account.” The King didn’t look happy about it, but he saw reason and lowered his sword. Issa sighed in relief, then turned and held out a hand to Grima, but the Man merely spit at her then scrambled to his feet, pushing past the crowd of townsfolk that had surrounded them. The girl scrunched up her nose as she wiped her cheek with her sleeve, then nodded reassuringly when Aragorn shot her a concerned look, silently telling him that she was okay. 

“Hail, Theoden King!” The captain of the guard called. All at once the townsfolk kneeled before Theoden. Issa followed their lead with the rest of the Fellowship following as well as those in the Golden Hall. Theoden merely offered them a smile and nod before looking at Eowyn beside him. 

“Where is Theodred? Where is my son?” 

Eowyn was forced to be the one to tell her uncle that his son had passed from his injuries after a battle with Orcs from Isengard. A funeral was planned and carried out for the Prince, and the Fellowship was given permission to watch it with the rest of Edoras. Issa, despite not knowing the Prince (or even seeing him before), couldn’t help but tear up as she listened to Eowyn’s mourning song and watched tears threaten to fall from Theoden’s eyes. Once Theodred was carried into the tomb everyone dispersed to allow the King to mourn his son in peace. When the Fellowship returned back to the Golden Hall they were surprised to see Eowyn with two children - a boy and a girl no older than ten and eight. 

“They had no warning,” Eowyn explained as the children ate like they hadn’t eaten in days. “They were unarmed. Now the Wild Men are moving through the Westfold, burning as they go. Rick, cot and tree.” 

“Where is Mama?” The girl asked as Issa wrapped a blanket around her. The girl merely shushed her in a soothing tone before looking at Gandalf when he spoke. 

“This is but a taste of the horror that Saruman will unleash,” he informed Theoden. “All the more potent he is driven now by fear of Sauron. Ride out and meet him head on. Draw him away from you women and children. You must fight.” 

“You have two thousand good men riding north as we speak,” Aragorn added. “Eomer is loyal to you. His men will return and fight for their King.” Theoden shook his head before standing up. 

“They will be three hundred leagues from here by now. Eomer cannot help us. I know what it is you want of me, but I will not bring further death to my people. I will not risk open war.” 

“Open war is upon you, whether you would risk it or not,” Issa retorted, walking over to them. 

“When I last looked…Theoden, not Issa, was King of Rohan.” The girl’s gaze fixed into a disapproving glare at his childish response. 

“Then what is the King’s decision?” Gandalf (thankfully) spoke before she could open her mouth. Everyone watched Theoden, awaiting his answer.

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Chapter 54 – A Crack In History

After another day of saving the city from criminals, Yafya decided to pay one of his mistresses a visit. After a gourmet dinner and a couple glasses of Merlot, they decided to take things somewhere more private, where they spent the night together.

It was still pitch black when Yafya got up to get dressed. As he was fumbling around with his pants, he woke his mistress, who sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes.

‘You’re leaving already?’ she asked.

‘It’s time for work. But you should get back to sleep’ Yafya replied.

‘I see’ the mistress said while he scooched over to Yafya. ‘But before you go, I have a question for you.’

‘Go ahead.’

‘What is it exactly that you like about me?’ she asked as she started to caress the back of the Sublime Beastar.

‘Well, a lot of things really. Your short and beautiful fur, your strong legs and well-developed muscles and also, the beautiful way you run.’

‘Hold on a minute. How does that make me special from any of the other horses?’ the mistress furrowed her brows. Yafya chuckled.

‘Same species love is the symbol of peace. Thank you for your time.’

Yafya closed the door and started walking to his office. He didn’t like to take the public transport because everyone was staring at him – either in awe if they knew who he was, or in terror because of his blindfold.

‘A Beastar is ought to be alone’ he thought on his way. ‘Interspecial love… Heterosexual love… It’s normal for animals to be attracted to those who are different from them… But being devoted leads to utter disaster. A leader should never deal with such distractions. That’s something I etched into my heart a long time ago…’

36 YEARS EARLIER

‘Thanks to your duties these past six months, the district’s crime rate dropped by 40%!’ a baboon police officer said proudly.

Before him stood Yafya and a Komodo dragon, called Gosha, who was two years older than Yafya himself, being 17 and 15 respectively.

‘I wonder which one of you will become the next Beastar!’ the officer continued as he patted the boys on their shoulders. ‘After all, you’re both young aspirants. I hope the two of you will continue protecting the townsfolk and continue to be rivals for the Beastar title. But only friendly rivals, boys. Understood?’

‘Yes, sir’ the boys nodded in discipline.

After leaving the station, Yafya and Gosha hopped on to Yafya’s motorcycle and drove away into the night. As they were crossing the Gazura Bridge, Gosha reached into his pocket.

‘Hey, do you still have your medal he gave you?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, I do.’ Yafya replied. ‘Same thing as usual?’ he asked.

‘You bet!’ Gosha said and together, they threw the medals away.

The reason for such a surprising act was quite simple. The two were not competing for the Beastar title. They were partners who wanted to become the “Beastars”.

‘Who does that guy think he is to call us rivals?’ Yafya laughed. ‘We’re partners and we’ll stay that way forever. Right?’ he looked at Gosha.

Gosha didn’t say anything, he just smiled and nodded, the moonlight reflecting on his scales. As most of the reptiles, he didn’t speak much, but his eyes were always filled with genuine strength and emotion. Yafya liked those eyes… among many other things.

‘How about some more patrolling?’ Gosha asked as he suddenly stood up.

‘But it’s three in the morning! Do you even sleep!?’ Yafya asked.

‘Busy lives and bad sleep go hand in hand’ Gosha replied.

Yafya admired his friend for always being ready for duty, but he was also worried for him. He knew that things at home weren’t all sunshine and happiness for his friend, but he could never imagine that things were so difficult that he didn’t even want to go home.

‘I wonder if he’s ever going to tell me about his past’ he thought as they sat on the motorcycle.

It turned out that Gosha’s urge to patrol some more was the good thing to do. As they were driving around alleyways, they suddenly heard a drunk cackling from one of them.

‘You’ll make a nice fur coat!’ the voice said. ‘I’ll start by pulling out your fangs so you can’t bite me!’

Yafya and Gosha got off the bike and carefully walked towards the voice, who turned out to be a male hippopotamus, about twice their size combined.

‘Behind you!’ they heard another voice, but it was already too late for the hippo. Yafya went in with a kick to the head, pulling his arms back after he was in a daze, while Gosha took some of his poison from his poison glands and swept it along the hippo’s tongue, putting him into a coma. This was standard procedure for the boys then. While seemingly dangerous, Gosha’s poison only knocked out their opponents for a few hours.

When they looked around for the other voice, they saw a female wolf, sitting in silence on the floor.

‘Thank you’ she said nervously.

The boys helped her stand up and walked back to the main street with her.

‘There’s been a strong cold wave for three to four years now, motivating a lot of animals to pelt longhair animals like yourself. For a female wolf like you, walking around alone in the night is basically suicide’ Yafya scolded the wolf.

‘I see’ the wolf sighed. ‘So, I was about to become a fur coat then, huh?’

‘She doesn’t seem to be the brightest bulb…’ Yafya thought.

After some time, they got to an intersection, where they usually met and parted ways every day.

‘It seems that her house is relatively close to mine’ Gosha said. ‘I’ll walk her home.’

‘You do that. See you tomorrow’ Yafya said.

Gosha couldn’t help but notice the wolf staring at him from the corner of his eyes.

‘Why are you staring at me like that?’ Gosha asked the wolf.

‘Oh, I’m sorry’ she said, turning her head away. ‘It’s just that I don’t have any reptile friends, and this is the first time, I’ve ever seen one up close. Couldn’t help myself.’

‘I knew it was because of my weird looks…’ Gosha thought.

‘Well, if you must know, Komodo dragons have poison in their mouths and also in our bodies, hidden under our scales…’ Gosha explained on their way to the wolf’s house. ‘To you mammals, we must seem like a bunch of monsters…’

The wolf suddenly stopped and grabbed Gosha’s hand.

‘But your scales are beautiful’ she said. ‘They look like jewels, especially with the moon reflecting on them!’

They were finally at the wolf’s home where they said their goodbyes. Gosha left as soon as the wolf closed her door.

‘Don’t get carried away, she was just complimenting you. She probably didn’t even mean it. Females are dangerous with their compliments!’ Gosha thought, trying his best to keep himself from any unwanted emotions. ‘Then again, she was wagging her tail the whole time…’

A few months later, Yafya and Gosha were standing on the Gazura Bridge, looking at the ships coming and going.

‘So, you actually started dating her’ Yafya said. ‘Well, a Komodo dragon and a wolf is probably the most incredible interspecial couple I’ve ever heard of… Do you have good chemistry with her?’

‘If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have been dating her for the past six months’ Gosha said, almost coldly.

‘Six months!? And you kept that a secret from me!?’ Yafya thought. He was disappointed in his friend. They always shared everything with each other.

‘Well, they say that interspecial love is something you should enjoy while you’re still young, so I suppose this is fine… Anyway, what did you want to tell me?’

Gosha gulped.

‘She… She’s pregnant. And the baby is mine…’

Yafya’s eyes widened at the news. He didn’t exactly know how to react. Having a baby at such a young age without any jobs or background was one thing, but to have unprotected sex as a venomous animal with someone who was of another species was something else.

‘Whose baby!?’ Yafya yelled out.

‘Mine’ Gosha said calmly.

‘But Komodo dragons lay eggs! How is this even possible.

‘The doctor said it was basically a miracle. He said it was about a 1 in 500 chance… Toki is really happy about it. I must support her’ Gosha said with determination in his eyes.

‘But it’s dangerous for her to conceive. Don’t you understand? It’s lucky you didn’t kill her during sex! What if something goes wrong!? You’re not even in the position where you can just start a family!’ A tear rolled down Yafya’s face. ‘I thought we were going to become Beastars together. Protectors of the society’ he said with childlike innocence and heartbreak in his voice.

‘I’m stepping down… I did want us to become Beastars so we could fight for peace and co-existence… But I found co-existence with someone who I treasure more than society…’

‘Don’t you dare say it…’

‘This is where we part ways…’

PRESENT DAYS

Yafya and Gosha haven’t spoken to each other since then. Gosha tried to reach out to his friend multiple times, but Yafya was simply heartbroken. Their partnership meant more to him than just friendship… He was looking up to Gosha… He admired him… And, while he didn’t want to admit it at the time, he had feelings for him.

Now as someone, who spent most of his life without friends or family, he was sitting on top of the society as Sublime Beastar… alone.

When he got to his office, he immediately pulled out the document about the predatory offender to take a closer look at him.

‘Slanted eyes and drooping eyebrows… Your grandson maybe a different species but he sure looks like you, Gosha… I think I’ll have some fun with him… Just for old times’ sake…’

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