#the only way to get them back on track is to threaten to finish without them

[luveline]

Something for hotch? Maybe where reader gets hurt/a concussion on a case and goes to the hospital but refuses to tell him she went until someone else mentions it?? <3 you dont have to do it if you have something similar but i love your writing!

ty for requesting!! <3 —Hotch will look after you, even when you don’t tell him you need him. fem, 1.7k

cw reader has a concussion

Hotch rubs his face when he knows nobody’s watching. Hand over his eyes, thumb and forefinger working against a brewing migraine. It eases a little of the tension there, but he can’t do it like you can. There’s something in your hands that makes him want to call them lovely hands, such a quaint word. You rub the space between his brows with your thumb until his aching is gone or replaced. Fondness with its own heartbeat wakes whenever you’re near. 

You’re not near. His head hurts. He wants a cup of coffee and a shower and to call Jack. The cases are never over when they’re over, is the thing, and he can’t keep track of everything. He has to answer questions and patch holes now, before the work follows him home to take up space on his desk. 

He talks to police officers, chiefs, victims families and firemen and Penelope, too, anybody who needs to ask him a question. He tells Emily to go back to the hotel because she’s exhausted, and warns Spencer that staying too long will give him another headache. He’s surprised half an hour later when Morgan grabs him by the arm. Hotch assumed he went with Spencer. 

“Hotch, what are you still doing here?” 

Hotch gives him a strange look. It’s not as though Morgan hasn’t seen Hotch clean up a mess before. “Sorry?” 

“I thought you’d be with Y/N.” 

He tries very hard to look casual. The team are often better at pretending they haven’t noticed you and Hotch slowly moving together. “She went home.” 

“No she didn’t, they took her in an ambulance. She’s at the hospital, nobody told you that?” 

Hotch knows Morgan can finish up for him. He doesn’t even say where he’s going or what there is left to do, Morgan is more than capable of handling the unit, and he’s a phone call away. Hotch rushes for an agent with a car and tells them where he needs to go as he punches your speed dial into his phone. Number three, after Penelope and Jess. 

You don’t answer, it makes him feel sick. He calls again and JJ picks up. Blessed, amazing JJ. 

“Hi Hotch.” 

“Is she there? Can I speak to her?” 

“She went in for an MRI a half hour ago.”

“JJ, what happened? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” 

“She said she told you.” A dry laugh from down the phone. “You’d think I’d learn not to trust her. I love her, but she’s a liar.” 

Hotch could say the same thing. “JJ, what happened? What’s wrong with her?” 

“I think she’s embarrassed. When everybody was coming back out, someone stepped on the back of her leg and she slipped down the stairs.” 

“Who stepped on her?” Hotch asks. 

JJ laughs. Hotch wonders if they’re too far into working together to scold her for unprofessionalism, but then he remembers the Unit would fall apart without her and holds his tongue. He’d fall apart without you, maybe, and he could stand to be a little more defensive. 

He’s out of the car and into the hospital in record time. He follows the signs to the Emergency Room, gives your name at the desk, and doesn’t have to flash his badge to get told what room they’ve put you in. He would’ve, and he would’ve threatened legal action. He’s no saint. He’ll abuse the system (in innocuous ways only, of course) if it means he gets to see you. 

You’re in a bed but sitting on the side of it rather than laying down. JJ sits in the chair beside you, two contrasting expressions on your faces. You’re smiling. JJ bites her lip. 

She turns to Hotch with relief. “Hey, look,” she says gently. 

“You took a long time to get here. Was it the moon?” 

Hotch understands quite quickly. “Sorry. Nobody told me you got hurt. What happened to the moon, honey?” 

You give him a vacant look. Turning back to JJ, your hands vying for her arm, you hold her to your stomach gently and squeeze your eyes closed. “The light.” 

Hotch turns to the wall, looking for the light switch. It’s hidden behind other concerning tech, so he’s careful about what he presses. You sigh and draw his attention, wiggling back on the bed to almost fall off the other side. 

“Maybe she thought she told me,” he suggests, not scolding JJ, but unhappy nonetheless. You clearly aren’t in a state to make decisions for yourself. 

JJ rubs your arm. “She got worse after we got here. That’s why they sent for her MRI so quickly. She’s on and off with it, incoherent and normal again.”   

Hotch knows she’s concerned for you, but he can read her restless leg; she hasn’t talked to Will or heard about Henry in hours. “Go back to the hotel, JJ. I have her.” 

JJ gives you a hug, to your confusion, and bypasses him fast. He can hear her phone ringing before the doors shut from her departure. 

He admires her loyalty, he just wishes she’d called him two hours ago. 

You rub your eyes, the loose sleeves of your hospital gown shifting against the loose knot behind your neck, and he genuinely despises the idea that you’d been here, hurt, without him. “Can I tie your gown again?” he asks. 

You nod into your rubbing. 

“I turned the lights off. It shouldn’t be so bright in here anymore.” He rounds the bed to your back, where a great deal of skin is showing. He smiles though he shouldn’t. You poor girl. “You’re a little… stark.” 

“I’m trying to think of some fruit and milk,” you tell him. 

“Do you need help?” 

“Not for the fruit.” 

“But for the milk,” he surmises, bringing the ties of your gown as close as he can without strangling you and tying them in a neat bow. 

“I don’t think that’s what I meant to say.” 

He puts his hand on your shoulder, his thumb to bare skin. “That’s okay, honey, you’re having a little trouble now, but it’ll go away soon. If there were something wrong, the doctor would be here.” 

“You could be a doctor.” 

“I couldn’t. I don’t know anything about medicine.” 

“A very nice doctor. Big hands.” You breathe out loudly, more animated than he’s ever heard you. “Whoo, I’m cold. I think they made me naked.” 

“How about I tuck you in, would you like that?” he asks, leaning over you in hopes of you turning your head. 

You stare up at him. “You want to?” 

“I’d love to. I want you to be comfortable.” 

“My boyfriend might not like it.” 

Hotch tries not to sulk at another horrible symptom. You aren’t only incoherent, but amnesiac. And you’ve forgotten who he is, in a way. At least you’ve remembered you have a boyfriend. He hopes it’s him. 

“No? Why wouldn’t he like it, honey? I’m just trying to take care of you.” 

You visibly fluster. “You’re calling me honey like he does, and he won’t like it ‘cos he takes care of me. He loves to go to places but he doesn’t know where he’s going.” 

That second half is gibberish, he’s sure. Hotch puts his hands carefully under your armpits and manoeuvres you back toward the top of the elevated hospital bed.

You put your hand to your tummy as you lean back, and hiss as your head touches the pillows. “Ow.” 

“Sorry,” he murmurs. 

“Don’t tell Aaron I got hurt.” 

“Why not?” 

“I fell down the stairs. He’s never fallen down the stairs.” 

“I have, actually. Twice. And it doesn’t matter how you get hurt, I want to know you’re alright, so I need you to tell me.” 

He pulls the sheets up to your legs and over your lap. Tucks them tightly behind your back, hands lingering on your hips. He watches you look at him, your cloudy gaze tracking over his eyes, his nose, and his lips. “Aaron?” you ask eventually, lifting your chin. 

“Yes?” 

You breathe out an unmissable sigh of relief. “You didn’t come with me.” 

“I didn’t know you were hurt.” He squeezes your hip softly. “You didn’t tell me. But it’s not your fault, is it? You got hurt.” His voice falls into silk. “Is that warm enough?” 

“I’m glad you’re here. I need you to get my shoes.” 

“No shoes. Can I have a hug?” 

“Why?” 

“Just to hug you,” he says softly. “It might make you feel better.” 

You raise your hands clumsily like your fingers are full of sand, forcing him to see his arms under them and behind your back. Your cheeks align, his rough with stubble, yours warm with the heat of a flush, perhaps from the injury. Your hands flop down onto his back as he rubs two separate, loving paths on the gown and your skin. 

Thank god she’s okay, he thinks. 

“Am I stuck like this?” you ask. 

“Are you worried?” He taps your back. “I doubt it. We might have to stay here for a while, but it’s okay. Feeling better is the priority.” 

“I’d like to go back.” 

“Home?” 

“For breakfast.” 

“Are you hungry? I can find you something to eat.” 

“What?” you ask. 

You sound so genuinely confused that Hotch laughs into your shoulder, before giving the fabric a soft kiss. “It doesn’t matter. I’m gonna bring that chair over and sit with you, okay? We’ll wait for the doctor together.” 

He sits with you for hours, talks to doctors and nurses alike as they come to check your vitals and explain your scans. Your confusion doesn’t lessen until the night time, and even then you act oddly, bringing his hand to your mouth to kiss strange parts of his fingers. The skin shy of his nail. The underside of a knuckle, the curve under the meat of his thumb. 

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #hotch x reader #hotch #hotch x you #hotch blurb #hotch drabble #criminal minds

[smeddiemunson]

Gareth notices first and as soon as Gareth has a thought he has to share it.

They’re at Hellfire (now hosted in Mike Wheeler’s armpit of a basement) having just finished a long combat when Eddie declares it time for a break and without any further preamble dashes up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and calling dibs on the main bathroom. 

The others are taking a bit longer to get to their break. They all stand like they’re in some kind of synchronised swimming competition and all reach up in unison to crack the various bones that need to, heaving out groans and mumbles about shitty chairs. 

“So,” Gareth says as he rubs his fingers in his eyes. “Eddie has a crush.” 

Jeff collapses back in his chair to burry his face in folded arms with a groan. “I can’t do this again, Gare-Bear.”

Gareth wrinkles his nose at the nickname, and mentally curses his mom for using it around his friends. They’ve never been able to let it go. 

“Wait, what?” Dustin asks. His head is bouncing between Gareth, Jeff, and Grant, eyes tracking over their faces to see if they’re just trying to fuck with him. As if Eddie’s love life wasn’t already tragic enough without the added fun of trying to bother some kids with it.

Grant nodded sagely. “Unfortunately, it only gets worse from here.” 

Mike, who had been half way towards the stairs, now joins in. “What gets worse? He’s being normal Eddie, or like, as normal as Eddie can get.” 

Gareth shares a long look with his bandmates, all seemingly coming to the same conclusion. These kids were here to stay, that much had become clear after the Spring Break/Eddie in a coma Saga, so they could be let in on a few Eddie secrets, not the big one, never the big one until Eddie told them. These were more secrets about Eddie that Eddie was completely unknowledgeable about. 

“You remember the bartender at The Three Brothers we spoke to to find out about the curse?” Gareth says, somehow becoming the voice for the older members of Hellfire. “Did you notice the way Eddie described him?”

“He talked a lot about his hair?” Will offered quietly. He was new to Hellfire so Gareth didn’t really know him, but just from the way Will played his cleric, he could tell that he was a damn sight more observant than his friends. 

“Exactly!” Gareth pointed. “That is Clue 1 in the ‘Eddie Munson Has a Crush’ textbook. He gets so hung up on that one thing that he likes the most about who he’s crushing on, get ready to hear a lot about the NPC’s hair. Clue 2 is that when he comes thundering down those stairs in a minute and realises we haven’t actually done anything with our break, he won’t be shitty about us taking extra time. He just gets nice outta nowehere.”

“Eddie always hates when he has to wait for us though!” 

Jeff finally pulled his head up from his arms. “Just watch, and it’s the one good thing that’s going to come from this crush, so make the most of it.” 

The four boys all gave each other looks that seemed to be conveying a whole conversation. They seemed to come to the same conclusion just as Eddie, as Jeff predicted, thundered down the stairs, skipping the last one so he could jump to the floor and theatrically clap his hands. 

“Who’s ready to get fucked up by what I have planned next?” He asked, not even noticing the way the rest of the boys hadn’t moved from their places stretching next to the table. 

“Sorry man. I still gotta go to the bathroom,” Lucas quickly said before Dustin could start grilling Eddie about his crush. 

Eddie shrugged with a smile. “No worries, Sinclair. You gotta go when you gotta go, right?” 

This was particularly offensive to Mike, who when he first joined Hellfire had been forced to squirm in his seat for over an hour while Eddie threatened to kill his PC off if Mike left the table to use the bathroom. He turned his gobsmacked expression to Gareth who could only raise his eyebrows in a kind of ‘told you so’ gesture. 

Lucas, to his credit, didn’t let on that he was also gobsmacked and rushed up the stairs. Will and Mike followed him quickly, stumbling out an excuse about getting more drinks. Eddie being amenable was seemingly still too new to let them make the most of it, the Corroded Coffin boys had at least been through this three notable times before.

“Get me a coke while you’re up there, please?” Eddie called out after them. He kicked up his feet to rest on the edge of the table, crossed at the ankles and rocked back onto the back two legs of his chair. He turned to the Corroded Coffin boys. “I’ve been thinking about arranging this song, not our usual style but I think it could sound totally metal if I did it right.” 

“What song?” Jeff asked carefully. 

Grant caught Dustin’s eye and mouthed ‘Clue 3′. Dustin nodded as if he were mentally taking notes, which if Gareth knew anything about the kid, he probably was. He took to the puzzles Eddie laid out for them with more gusto than anyone else. 

Eddie closed his eyes and brought his hands up in front of him as if he were tenderly cradling his warlock. His fingers worked over imaginary frets. “Dancing in the Dark. Springsteen.” 

“That’s Steve’s favourite song,” Dustin blurted out, clamping his hand over his mouth when Eddie’s fingers paused in the air. 

A slow smile spread over his face. “Is it?”

Gareth turned to his best friends to see the expression he wore mirrored two times over. 

Holy shit. 

Eddie was crushing on Steve Harrington. 

(part 2)

#steddie #eddie munson #my fic #kinda #gareth emerson #corroded coffin #the party #i could've added more to it but thought this was a funny ending #maybe i'll add a part two later #working title: corroded coffin eternally suffering matchmakers

[magnoliasandarson]

hoax

Tim was doing his absolute damnedest to project calmness, but he was losing his mind. Two feet away, munching on some cheesy fries, was the Red Hood—the prodigal son, the dead golden boy, his childhood hero, his Robin. The insane man who once beat him half to death, now the guy who occasionally dropped by the cave with a frankly worrying number of bullet holes. 

He’d been patrolling for an hour or so when he noticed the lack of gunshots, screams, explosions, etc., and tracked Hood to the gargoyle Dick took him to once when he was feeling sentimental. It was strange finding him without his signature explosive bucket on, with a bag of Batburger in his lap.

Tim didn’t know what to say, but he knew he needed to say something. Jason apologized for his actions weeks ago and explained that the pit had taken no dead Robins and turned it into all Robins must die, but there was still a weight between them. A clear line that said do not cross; luckily enough, Tim lived to cross those lines, “Takin’ a day off from murder and mayhem?”

Jason twisted his head to look over, his scowl somehow threatening, even with a fry hanging out of his mouth. He finished chewing, looking menacing the whole time, “Fucks it to ya, bird boy?”

Tim plopped down on the ledge; if Jason was going to shoot him, he would’ve already. He stared out at Gotham, at the empty streets and windows glowing with warmth and light. For once, the city was quiet, “Just making conversation, Hood.”

“What made you think I wanted to talk?” Jason’s tone was harsh, but it was about a five on the Jason-rage-meter, and Tim didn’t get fidgety till a seven. 

Tim kicked his feet out, idly drumming his fingers on the cement ledge, “Maybe I wanted to talk.” And in a weird way, it was true. This was Jason freakin’ Todd; the boy wonder that made Batman laugh. He oddly wanted to know everything. 

Jason sighed like he was accosted by young, costumed teens all the time, and, to be fair, he was. Stephanie had taken to showing up at his apartment at odd hours with waffles, and she had only been shot at twice, “Fine, traffic light. Whatcha wanna talk about.”

“Y’know, you wore the suit, too. ‘Least mine has pants.” Tim spoke, then immediately hunched away. Robin was a sore spot for Jason- Tim was stupid to bring it up. 

For some reason, Jason didn’t immediately pull a gun; he just cocked his head and laughed quietly. Tim straightened back up and tried to muster up a glare, but that just made Jason’s little laughs louder, “Ooh- baby bird’s got jokes,” he rolled his shoulders and offered a thing of fries from the bag, “want some fries, Tiny?”

Tim groaned; why did everyone make short jokes about him? He snatched the fries sharply in protest, “You were short too-”

“Yeah, then I took a dip in poison snot,” Jason cut him off, “Ya wanna do that too, short stack?”

Tim immediately jammed some fries in his mouth- he was incurably dumb. He’d managed to bring up Robin and the Lazarus Pit with Jason. He should hang up the cape, “You got any advice? As a former short king?” Honestly, he wished Jason would just shoot him now. There was something wrong with his brain on a fundamental level. He’d been hanging out with Bart and Kon way too much.

Jason tilted his head like he was buffering and inhaled deeply through his nose like he was trying to calm himself through sheer force of will, “Whatcha wanna know?”

Tim chewed his mouthful of potato slowly; he hadn’t thought this far ahead. What did he want to know from Jason? He could ask about crime-lording, but Jason would probably snitch to Dick, and then Bruce would lecture him for at least an hour. Oddly enough, there was only one safe topic he could ask about, and it would still likely result in him leaving with lead in his body that was not there before, “You got any, uhm, Robin-ly advice?” Lightning should strike him down.

Jason didn’t kill him, which was a plus; just lit up a cigarette and took a long drag, which was objectively hilarious, but Tim would die if he laughed, so he just ate another fry, “Robin was a different kid,” he blew out smoke rings like the cool guys in movies, and if Tim wasn’t acutely afraid of lung cancer, he’d be tempted to try, “Dickwing use’ta say, “Robin is magic, you have to be brave for the magic to work.” I used to believe that shit.”

“You don’t anymore?”

Another cool ring of cigarette smoke floated out through the sky, “I stopped believin’ when I dug my way outta my grave.”

Noted. Tim cleared his throat; this was not a conversation he was equipped for, “Oh.”

Jason snorted, “Yeah- oh,” he took another deep drag of his cigarette, making Tim’s chest twinge, “The thing is- Robin will make you believe you can be- make you think you can be a better person.”

“Then why aren’t you better?” The words left his mouth without Tim’s consent, and his whole body tensed to jump, his fingers finding his grapple gun at his waist. 

Jason gave a wry smile and stubbed his spent cigarette on the gargoyle to his right, “Because Robin isn’t magic.”

#dc universe #dc comics #tim drake #timothy drake #timothy drake wayne #robin #dc robin #batman #jason todd #red hood #dc red hood #nightwing #dick grayson #stephanie brown #spoiler #gotham #bruce wayne #batfam #robin is magic #but that didnt save jason

[judesmoonbeauty]

Love Begins From a Mean Lie: Liam Evans Collection Event Story❥︎

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere. What I obtain is what will be translated. Translation notes are marked with *** Alternate translation is marked with/// Dividers: @/natimiles

Liam: Victor, what's going on? Katie and I are going to be separated for a few days…..

Victor: I'm sorry. I've been making adjustments and considering things, but... due to circumstances, it just ended up happening.

Victor: ...... First, Kate I want you to infiltrate a women's club where there are rumors of drug deals going on.

Kate: When it comes to women's clubs, only women can infiltrate them.

Victor: Given Crown’s busy schedule, it would be impossible for him to dress as a woman, so I have no choice but to ask you Kate.

Liam: Can't I sneak into that women's club, too? I can even cross dress!!

Liam approaches Victor, threatening to take off his clothes and put on the dress at any second.

Victor: Liam, I would like you to work with Harrison to investigate illegal gambling establishments in the suburbs.

Victor: We need tickets to enter the gambling hall, but I only have one available.

Victor: So, Liam I want you to use your ability to disappear and infiltrate.

(There are places where only women can enter, and places where you have to disappear to enter……)

(……both of those missions are irreplaceable.)

Liam: ……

Liam: ……ok, I get it.

Victor: I’m sorry, Liam. Thank you for understanding.

Victor: While you can't be by her side, I'll be more careful than usual to make sure Kate is never in danger.

Victor: How about having Roger on standby, so he can be there when she needs help?

Liam: Yea... In that case, I’ll feel a little relieved.

When Victor told him about the schedule for the next mission, he was satisfied for a while…….

On the way home, Liam was completely depressed.

(......Liam, are you sure you're okay?)

So far, I've seen him get anxious many times before just because he can't see me even a little bit.

(This lasts for several days.…..)

Kate: Um, Liam…..

Liam: ….okay!

Liam suddenly slapped his own cheeks with his hands.

Liam: I'm sorry for looking so bitter, Katie. I changed my mind.

Liam: Even if you’re not here Katie….I'll be fine!

Kate: Really....?

Liam smiles and holds out his little finger to reassure me.

Liam: I'll complete the mission perfectly and come back to see you soon …. I promise.

Kate: Then I'll finish my mission safely and wait for you to come back Liam.

I smiled back at Liam as we intertwined our little fingers.

Liam: Haaa……Katie.

Harrison: Hey, how many times have you sighed? They say that when you sigh, happiness escapes from you. 

Liam: ……Which direction is Crown Castle in?

Harrison: From this position, it's southeast... so, isn't it over there? 

Liam: Haaa…..

Liam: I hope the happiness that escaped from me reaches Katie.

Harrison: ……We’re about to go on a mission, and you're not ready.

Liam: It's a symptom of Katie deficiency.

Liam: …..Don't you think the picture on that signboard looks a bit like Kate?

Liam: I feel like the flowers on the roadside there also look like Kate……

Liam: Katie…..I’m fine. 

Harrison: Don't talk to the flowers .....

Harrison: .…I thought you told Kate you were okay to come out.

Liam: Because if I cried forever about not wanting to leave, Kate would be troubled, right?

Liam: Even if I didn’t mean it...I have no choice but to say so.

Harrison: You sound like a toddler who is reluctant to go to preschool because he doesn't want to be away from his parents.

Liam: ….Hey, Harry. Can you do me a favor?

Harrison: What?

Liam: ..... I hope you'll imitate Isla and support me.

Harrison: Huh?

Liam: I need to intake Katie’s dosage……I’m already on…..

Liam: I may go back to Crown Castle right now without completing my mission.

Harrison: ..... Can you promise me that if I imitate her, you’ll get back on track and complete the mission perfectly?

Liam: I promise!

Harrison: ..... You're not lying. I'll do it because I have to, but don't laugh.

Harrison: Hmmm …….Liam! I'm rooting for you Liam! Keep up the good work! 😭

Liam:……Not at all.

Liam: Katie’s arms are angled like this. The direction of her neck is like this. The way her legs open is like this..... Haaa.

Liam: Harry, your poor impersonation has made me want to see Katie even more….

Harrison: ........ I can't do it.

(Haa….)

Kate: Liam! Welcome back!

A few days after Liam and I were separated for a mission.

Liam finally returned to Crown Castle after completing his mission.

Liam: Isla, I'm back……!

Liam hugged me tightly while we were talking.

The painful embrace made me feel that Liam was indeed here, and I was very happy.

Harrison: I'll report back to Victor on the mission, so Liam can go off with Isla, okay?

Liam: No problem! Thanks, Harry!

Harrison: You can buy me a table full of sweet treats later and we can call it even about the mission.

Kate: About the mission….?  What happened?

Liam: While on the mission, I asked Harry a rather difficult request.

Liam: For Harry's honor, I can't go into details...

Liam: I was faced with the obvious fact that there is no one who can replace you Katie.

Liam, who must have been exhausted, took me in his arms and ran in a straight line from the entrance hall to his room.

Before the open door is completely closed, my lips are quickly snatched away.

Kate: Mmm…….haa…..

Liam: ….I missed you, Katie…..

After many intense kisses to fill the missing time, we finally pull away.

Liam: I've done my …….mission perfectly, just as I promised. How did you do while I was gone, Kate?

Kate: The mission I was on went off without a hitch! There was nothing dangerous about it.

Liam: Good…..

Kate: I was also relieved. Even though we were a part, you were able to carry out your duties without any problems, Liam.

Liam: That’s…..

Liam: …. It was more like I was the one who had the problem by being a part.

Liam: ….What?

Kate: Even though you weren’t there Liam, when we were eating, I'd turn around to the one next to me and say, “It's delicious, Liam.” 

Kate: Even when I was writing my report, I mistakenly wrote your name Liam for a completely different person...

Kate: I was worried about you before I left...but I was the one who wasn't okay.

I remembered my days at Crown Castle with Liam by my side.

Meals that were supposed to be delicious were tasteless, and even when the sky cleared, I didn't feel better.

With each passing day, the world seemed to gradually fade away.

Liam: That's not true! I wasn't okay at all either!

Liam: I didn't want to worry you, so I lied and said I was fine...... 

Liam: I was lonely and sad and pained when I left you Kate.... I was going crazy.

(I wasn't the only one...) 

Liam: I'm sorry. I keep telling you I want to change……

Liam: Katie, I can’t leave you, I’m still so weak and useless…..

Kate: That's not true! I like the Liam, who is trying to change and moving forward.

Kate: There is no time limit, so don't be in a hurry to ……change.

Kate: Besides, if you were to leave me so quickly, I would feel lonely too.

Liam: Yeah…..

We smile, we kiss, and we make love again.

Liam's brazen lies taught me that we’re deeply in love, and I don't want to be apart even for a moment.

And then -

Liam: Hey, Isla. Actually I think I bumped myself a little bit on my mission......

Liam: May I ask you to check to see if there are any bruises?

Kate: What? That's a big deal ...... I have to check it out right away!

I rush to undress Liam.

Kate: There's nothing in particular about the upper body, but….

Liam: Then maybe it’s on my lower body?

Kate: Lower body…….

Liam: Yeah, I'd like you to help me check! I can't see much by myself.

Liam, who replies, is very energetic and doesn't look like he is in any pain.

Kate: Um……Liam, I'm sorry if I'm mistaken.

Kate: Are you lying, by any chance?

Liam: …..You found out?

Kate: Liam, you said it yourself, you’re a bad liar…

Liam: I wanted you to spoil me and take off my clothes, so I lied to you Katie…Sorry!

Kate: If that's the reason, I can't get angry.

Kate: In exchange for forgiveness, Liam I’ll ask you to help me get undressed as punishment.

Kate: Now are you going to undress me Liam.....?

Liam: …..Then it's not a punishment, it's a treat, Katie.

Giggling and giggling, we kissed again and…naughty lies deepened our evening.

I shed a tear over Harrison today LOL!

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#ikevil liam #liam evans #ikevil liam evans #ikevil #ikevil translations #ikemen translations #cybird translations

[intrawebs]

A list of misc. Hermitcraft/Life Series fics from someone who loves AUs

There is no smut on this list

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❤️Hermit Hybrids (In Progress Series) by Flickersprout - "Loosely connected fantasy AU with background dystopian elements. Mostly exploring the Hermits as a magic found family and all their different ways of being nonhuman." Can be read in any order! I'd suggest starting with The Colors of Friendship cause it's the earliest chronologically, ZombieCleo's great, and it's a good introduction to the world.

❤️the sanctity of the mundane (Completed Series) by crabbunch - “Snippets of life on the Double Life server; mundanity can reveal the most interesting things about people, after all.” This series makes me crazy. The only happy pairs are Boat Boys and Ranchers hell yeah

From the Archives (Completed Series) by Sixteenthdays and zeph - “A collection of statements from the archives of the Void Institute.” A Hermitcraft/Life Series Magnus Archives AU with Grian as the Head Archivist and Pearl, Mumbo, Scar, and Impulse as his assistants. Can be read with no knowledge of the Magnus Archives.

Interlude From Another Reality: Peacock's Eye by Sixteenthdays and zeph - “‘My assistant,’ announced Scar Goodtimes, newly-promoted Head Archivist of the Peacock's-Eye Institute, to nobody in particular except maybe the paused audio recording software on his laptop, or perhaps the small pile of tape recorders his predecessor'd left piled on a shelf in the corner, or arguably the little peacock-feather eye logo that dotted the office as haphazardly as it did the entire Institute, ‘is weird.’

(In which Scar is Grian's Archivist, and Grian is Scar's assistant.)” Sort of an AU of the Magnus Archives AU? Haha. But it’s completely divorced from the canon and can definitely be read stand alone.

❤️Shining and Polished (But Never to Plan) by SaltyServal - “A cough makes Grian freeze in his tracks, shakes him to his core. Despite all the signs, of all the things he was expecting to find in this cave, a truly sentient creature was not one of them. That’s what scares him the most.

He turns, grabbing his dagger and pointing it at the newcomer, who simply smiles at him, fangs and all.

‘Why hello there.’

tldr; Grian is an avian desperate to keep his wings, and he'll do whatever it takes to save himself. Even if it means stealing from a dragon.

(It turns out there's more to the dragon then he thought).” A fantasy AU with bird!Grian and dragon!Scar

oh captain (let's make a deal) by birrdie - “No one on these shores knew Scar’s name. Aside from Tango, of course. No one feared the humble, white-sailed ship docked on the south side of the port. This, like the tides, would eventually change with time. They would know his name soon enough. The greatest pirates all rose from humble beginnings like a phoenix from ashes. Scar was no different from them; that much he was sure of. And it would not take him long to prove it.

Or; Scar is a Captain of a humble pirate crew of one. That is, until a discovery on the shore shakes things up a bit.” A heaping helping of greedy pirate Scar and mysterious crewmate Grian, with evil Boat Boys and innocent Solidaritek as a garnish.

❤️starry eyes stare through me by whatcaniwriteinthis - "'You know,' he says. 'Gotta have a good show: high stakes, violence—' He nods at the room, at the 24 children learning how to use weapons, how to start a fire, how to find food that won’t kill them.

'An unlikely allyship,' Scar finishes, smiling a little. Grian smirks back.

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Grian is this year's male tribute from District 9. Clearly, the odds are already not in his favor. But he has to get home to his sister and to do that he has to play the Games. Give them a show. Stay alive. Remember to step out of line is to threaten Pearl. Don't get too attached to the Career that agrees to be his ally, but not to put a damn shirt on." Angst without a happy ending. Made me cry

❤️Stained Glass Sunlight (In Progress Series) by Cosmic_Retribution - “The Watchers had seemed so nice, is the thing. So… disarmingly hospitable.

When they’d set out for the ruins, they’d gone in search of some magical beasts reportedly plaguing the area, according to the flyer they’d taken. What they’d found instead was an empty city and a group of mages and scholars studying… something. They’d been cagey about what. Certainly not the history of the place— the Watchers arrived long after the fall of Dogwarts, content to live and work inside the city’s corpse with no special reverence for the grave it lay ruined in. They had no stake in its fall, or its future, or the preservation of its once-hallowed legacy— but its bones, certainly, served as protection enough for their studies.

The beasts were the only thing troubling the Watchers’ work, or so they’d said. Strange, then, that Grian and his party never once saw a trace of them.

How long after, until his friends realized Grian was gone? That they weren’t safe?

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Two decades ago, the city of Dogwarts met its demise. Today, a traveler meets god wearing the mask of a merchant, looking for a miracle.

These two things are not as unconnected as they appear.” Grian and Scar’s version of the lamplight AU(below). Featuring bored god Scar and oblivious paladin Grian.

Lamplight (In Progress Series) by skelew - “Welcome to Lamplight, a DnD/Fantasy Third/Last Life Renchanting AU. Ren is a god stuck in the form of living fire. Martyn is his sole follower. Martyn and Ren help free one another from imprisonment by the Watchers and are now traveling the world on a two-man adventure of fond companionship and occasional arson.” There’s angst but really just in the first fic. The main series has no shipping but skelew has written some treebark one shots that are also in the collection.

❤️dandelion wishing by skelew - “The white lily is known to symbolize purity, innocence. It is also a symbol of mourning, a popular choice to decorate the casket at a funeral. This is due to their beauty, yes, as well as the fact their smell can cover up the scent of a decaying body. Dandelions are best known for their magic, but no dandelion survives a wish.

The King of Dogwarts is not dead.” A Martyn and Ren centric fic about coming back from the dead.

❤️Wooden Mausoleum by skelew - “‘To take the life of one you love an agony Martyn understands far too well. It’s not something he’d wish on anyone—not on his worst enemy, and certainly not on his dearest friends.

Least of all would he wish it on Ren.’

Or, for the Red King, there are fates worse than death. How fortunate he is that his Hand will never let him meet them.” Dogwarts makes it to the end of 3rd Life but Martyn has a betrayal arc.

💜Performance Evaluations by glossyblue - “From The Desk Of His Majesty’s Most Private Of Areas: A True And Accurate Evaluation Of Growth Opportunities For The Knights Of The Square Table, The Loyal Court of Ren the King, As Suggested By The HR Department. (Note to self: when did we acquire an HR department? Ask Bdubs.)” Super cute and funny performance evaluations of the knights from the King Ren Hermitcraft arc.

The H.T.G.Y. Files by glossyblue - "Research scientist Cub didn't intend to make a person. He just came up with the plans. But when a competing team looking to make a supersoldier gets hold of the genome he invented, Cub is pulled in to stop them screwing up—and whatever he expected to find, it wasn't someone like Scar." This is part of a series called Lab Escape but the other fic has a ship that's not in this list so I can't put it in. But I really recommend the whole series!

💜The Government Institute for Ghost Supervision (G.I.G.S.) by glossyblue - “HIGHLY SENSITIVE: G.I.G.S CLASSIFIED. Audio logs for a team of supernatural agents investigating reports of a ghost at a local high school.GRIAN: Yeah, Skizz, why did you let Scar set something on fire? Pretty irresponsible.

SKIZZ: [noise of incoherent outrage] You try stopping him, buddy.” Goofy GIGS story

fixed and dilated by iamsolarflare - “Anything waterdwelling knows from bait.

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Or: xBCrafted deals with the people around him, and a secret he's been keeping for one hell of a long time. Not the ‘old enemies hunting him down’ type, no - this should be fine, as long as nobody pries. It's the way you should deal with secrets like this, really, just don't let people know. No questions, no answers.

Hypno never got that memo, apparently.” An xB and Hypno fic where neither are human and neither wants to talk about it. Even if you don’t watch them I recommend it.

on the getaway mile by Odaigahara - “‘You want me to do what?’ the civilian asked disbelievingly, and Scar’s body language shifted to that of an impatient trainer, one whose fuse was running short. It was a precursor to bad things, like being tased or forced onto a treadmill for hours; Mumbo flinched even knowing it was an act, and the civilian cut off with a squeak, so Mumbo knew he felt the same way.

Or possibly that was the gun. Scar having a gun seemed more likely as an explanation, now that Mumbo thought of it.

Stealing the car would be better, but they had no idea where they were going, and neither of them was familiar with road laws. What if they hit a person while driving? What if there was some sort of kill switch in the car that the owner could flip to blow it up with them inside? Anti-villain tech had to be wild, from what the Foundation had on hand– and they were villains now for sure. Not just for defying the Foundation, but for this. Heroes didn’t take the actions he and Scar were taking.” Heroes Villains Scar and Mumbo take civilian Grian hostage for a road trip! It's not as bad as it sounds

💛counterclock by scarabies - “When it’s over, Impulse finds him in the throne room.

(or, Bdubs and Impulse chat after a rebellion ends. Can be read as either platonic or romantic.)”

Scarian

💛Through the Sky-Blue Cracks (In Progress Series) by Amethystfairy1 - “This is a compilation of all the pieces that take place within my Over-City/Under-City AU, which is also a Hot Guy/Cute Guy Superhero AU, though that's not the only thing that'll be going on!”

❤️coliseum by artanogon - "Grian is on a mission: kill the Red King of the Third Precinct. Unfortunately, when he travels to the capital where the king resides, he lands in a spot of trouble with a local merchant when he accidentally destroys the merchant’s shop. After he enters into a contract to help pay off the damages, he discovers that there might be another side to Scar under the silver-tongued salesman— and that he’s not the only one who wants the Red King dead." This one made me cry. Happy ending but it gets worse before it gets better.

Picture Perfect, Trapped in Eternity by CloudySkyFlight - “Grian's an architecture major in college, minoring in art history, and when the largest, and supposedly most haunted, collection of royal portraits in the world is displayed in a museum only a few hours away from his dorm, he gets up early to go see it.

Scar's been dead for centuries, living in a royal portrait he cursed to hold his memories and soul, waiting for the moment his best friend would come back to him. Several centuries later, he wakes up to see a brunette that has the looks and soul of his friend, and Scar knows that he cannot let Grian leave without him.” Starts out with Scar sort of kidnapping Grian? But the mood quickly lifts from there

and everything is you by eastwards - “‘Oh my gosh. I’ve got paint on your face.’

Grian moved to wipe the paint off, but Scar shook his head, ‘No the other side, here let me-’

He held Grian’s head steady with one hand, the other carefully brushing across his jaw. With an affirming noise, Scar nodded and bid Grian farewell, as he wandered back to his station in the studio. Grian held his hand up to where he had touched him, feeling his head begin to warm. How troublesome.

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artist au w/ scarian wooo”

somewhere between the surface and the seabed by LovesickPrince - "It's a classic tale of love: Grian, a mer from the depths of the sea, makes a deal with a sea witch to exchange his voice for a pair of legs and go visit the human whose life he had saved. Only in this case, Grian is more interested in the sea witch than the human.

(If only someone had bothered to tell Scar, the sea witch in question, about this divergence)."

💜Dead Heat by glossyblue - “Jimmy's having a meltdown, Ren and Martyn are flirting outrageously, Tango gets cruelly betrayed and Grian and Scar are being unrepentantly weird about each other in every shot. It's the nation's favourite no-holds-barred elimination game. It is, of course, the Great British Bake Off.”

A Certain Je Ne Sais What by glossyblue - “Literally any one of Grian’s friends would be a better soulmate than Scar, and Grian is going to prove this scientifically.

Grian’s already felt it, a pinprick in his thumb. He’s familiar—he’s so painfully, unforgettably familiar—with the way Scar sees something and is already reaching out to touch it before he’s asked questions like 'what is this' and 'is it bad news' and 'is it going to hurt me, Scar, and by extension the unwilling bystander my physical sensations are now linked to'. Scar just immediately reaches out.” Grian tries to convince himself that anyone else would be a better soulmate than Scar while proving that Scar is the best soulmate for him.

❤️wait the worst is yet to come by glossyblue - “‘Grian is smirking at him. ‘I know, Grian, I know,’ Scar says. ‘Trade by name and trade by nature–okay, Scar by name but still trade by nature–we are going to be in business, opening soon, special rates for favorite customers of course–’

‘But have you done it yet,’ says Grian.

‘No?’ Scar says. ‘We only just started.’

Grian bounces on the balls of his feet, delighted. ‘Okay. Okay, okay, so. You need to know how it works, then, don’t you? Kiss me.’” Scar centric Last Life AU where you transfer lives by making out. There’s a sex scene but it’s not smut. Angst without a happy ending.

heart under your sleeve by Anonymous - “Scar was easy to love, as mortifying as that was to think. Grian didn’t think he was in love with the artist, it was far too soon for that, but he knew it would be easy for anyone to love him.

In the back of his mind, he wondered if Scar had met his soulmate, then shook his head to dispel the thought before it could fully form.

“Look, we can’t bring in a live panda, but if you want, we can try and connect with a zoo in the area so that they can set up a live stream of their panda exhibits,” Grian compromised and Scar brightened again. He ignored the sweeping feeling of relief in his chest as he opened his laptop, typing in a quick search for nearby panda exhibits. “Maybe we can even get one of their handlers in to give a talk about pandas.”

“Perfect!” Scar agreed, putting on a bright grin. Grian smiled to himself in turn.

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Soulmate AU: You are born with a birthmark, similar to a tattoo, that is shared by your soulmate. Grian is a curator for an art museum. Scar is an eccentric artist who is just as attractive as he is infuriating to work with. Everything goes sideways when Grian realizes they're soulmates.”

💜If you like it… by GoodTimesWithScar - “‘Hello,’ slurs Scar, ‘you wouldn’t happen to know where a man such as myself… would find… an eligible bachelor to spend a little bit of time with?’

Grian blinks. ‘Oh, you are plastered.’

or, the ‘you got so drunk you asked your husband if he was single’ trope, but with added mumbo being 100% done with this nonsense.”

💜Well It’s Not Quite Narnia, But- by Raichett - “It’s just past seven in the morning when Grian opens his built-in wardrobe door to find a man dressed in something close to a green and gold matador outfit standing inside.

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Or: Grian is not giving up this dirt-cheap rent flat for anything, not even the strange (if fun) goings on around the place and the elven king coming in through his closet.”

💛my ever after / is holding you by LovesickPrince - “Grian has been many things.

A servant of a respected noble family. A survivor, with bruises on his skin and hidden wings tied down to his back. A rebel, sneaking away for a night of wonder in the heart of the kingdom - and a curiosity, gawked at by all as the King himself swept him into his arms and spent hours by his side.

When Scar spent days tracking Grian down and helping him escape the cruel grasp of the Watchers, Grian thought his life couldn’t surprise him anymore. Pledging his life to serve Scar was all he could do to thank his King.

Of course, being the personal servant of the King comes with its' own risks - and now Grian could add ‘hostage’ to his list of titles.

Or; someone decides kidnapping King Scar’s beloved servant was a good idea. It really wasn’t.”

i live in a hologram with you by remrose - “‘Anyone in there would be lucky to be graced with your company.’ Scar told him. His face was calm but at his sides, his hands tightened and knuckles went white.

‘Stop trying to sweet talk me, I've already caught you fleeing.’ Grian stalked another pace forward, eyes alight with mischief and excitement. ‘Where are you going?’” Scar’s bad end in the treesekai AU (which you need to have read to understand).

Treebark

💜love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books (In Progress Series) by GoodTimesWithScar - “treebark theatre kids au, with ren as the male lead and martyn as the very distracted spotlight operator!”

💛Through the Sky-Blue Cracks (In Progress Series) by Amethystfairy1 - “This is a compilation of all the pieces that take place within my Over-City/Under-City AU, which is also a Hot Guy/Cute Guy Superhero AU, though that's not the only thing that'll be going on!” The first treebark fic is quite a ways down (It’s called Dagger and Rose), but I believe in yalls ability to figure out the setting through context clues.

❤️Sgt. Pepper’s Broken Hearts Club Band by harpydora - “The sign next to the door just reads, ‘Support Group,’ which frankly doesn't leave a great impression for the gathering inside. Martyn double-checks the Facebook event on his phone, but he's unfortunately certain he's in the right place: a support group for people whose soulmates are no longer with them.” The double life broken hearts club in a modern AU.

wild things can't get comfortable by donnerstag - "Ren and Martyn steal what small moments of comfort they can get.

Several loosely-connected scenes from Dogwarts as Ren struggles with his feelings towards the Hand of the King."

Scribbling the lines (from you to me) by Siri_Spy - “Martyn and Cleo are soulmates… but what exactly does that mean for them? And with Martyn starting to fall for the over-the-top president of his RPG club, and Cleo starting to realize that they might be a little late to the ‘disgustingly in love’ phase… something needs to change.

What will that something be? Well don’t look at me, I’m the one who wrote it. Look at yourself, and ask yourself: Why don’t I know?

Exactly. That’s what I’ve been wondering. Anyway, what are you still doing here? Go read!” A really sweet modern AU about Cleo and Martyn.

not the ghost by csillagvizsgalo - “Martyn tags along with his friends on a ghost hunting trip (he has seen people who had weirder hobbies anyways) for fun in an old run-down castle museum that has definitely not been kept properly. It's all fun and games, and he definitely doesn't believe in the supernatural, so it's not scary at all, until he starts noticing things lying around in areas that nobody has been to in ages, that remind him of memories of events that he never experienced, hundreds of years ago. The voices aren't helping. Well, the one Voice.

The Not Ghost of the Castle (he is a very dedicated cosplayer, thank you very much) takes a liking, and possibly some recognition, to Martyn, and while he spends the night terrorising Martyn's friends, the two of them build an unlikely bond and friendship.

The Red King just wants to rest, and so does Martyn. But not everything is as easy as it first seems.” Ren pulls out all the stops to try and intimidate Martyn but Martyn is a little rude to him and completely ruins it.

Wild Life: A Conservation Podcast by donnerstag - “Ren and Martyn, hosts of a popular little nature and conservation podcast, go camping together as part of a season finale special; discussions of the future, for both the show and themselves, ensue. Featuring: a campfire! innuendos! and even a little bit of kissy, perhaps?”

💜Dead Heat by glossyblue - “Jimmy's having a meltdown, Ren and Martyn are flirting outrageously, Tango gets cruelly betrayed and Grian and Scar are being unrepentantly weird about each other in every shot. It's the nation's favourite no-holds-barred elimination game. It is, of course, the Great British Bake Off.”

A Romance Route For The Doomed Villain?!? by skelew - “These days, Martyn doesn’t really have a lot going on. This is where the dating sim comes in.

Granted, if Martyn knew he was going to die so soon, he maybe would have tried a little harder at, like, holding down a job. Or maybe not. It's not like he has a lot of time to think about it.

Or, Treebark Isekai Romance Parody Which I Spent Far Too Much Time On.”

❤️I Think I’ve Seen This Film Before by GoodTimesWithScar - “In which Martyn fails to get the guy - but he doesn't let that stop him for long.” Set in the treesekai AU (the fic above), which you need to read to understand.

💜I should’ve known it would be you - water/woods by theorionsound - “Martyn sort of expected to fall in love with Ren eventually.

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On their bi-annual hiking trip, Ren and Martyn get lost in thought. Mainly about eachother.”

❤️To Sit in Hell With You by dirtybinary - "Ren pulled Martyn close, breathing in the smell of soot and cinders still clinging to his clothes. 'You never kept secrets from me, back at Dogwarts.'

'Sure.' There was something knife-bright in Martyn’s eyes. 'And I’m a good little Southlander now.'

Martyn's playing every side in the death game. He's a loose cannon, he's a wild card, he's a selfish bastard who's going to betray everyone in the end, even Ren. Probably. Most likely. Any minute now."

Solidaritek

💜Red Bandit AU (In Progress Series) by scribblingdragon - “A Empires Season 2 AU with Jimmy as the Sheriff of Tumble Town, and Tango as a local bandit that is slowly, forcefully, being domesticated. Shenanigans ensue from there.”

❤️💜Hels To Pay AU (In Progress Series) by aquaquadrant and lunarcrown - “Angsty Tango-centric Hermitcraft/Double Life SMP AU”

❤️The Highwayman by EnvelopedByOblivion - “Fate walks many paths - but for each person, it only wears one face. Sheriff Jimmy Solidarity’s fate is a handsome red-eyed highwayman who saves Jimmy from a group of bandits. Despite being on opposite sides of the law, something keeps bringing them together, tangible as gravity and inevitable as death.

Which will get to them first? What will win out – a growing relationship between them, or their obligations to the life they’ve chosen for themselves?”

💜Let Me Show You Everything I Know by MassiveWaffle - "Jimmy Solidarity is an ordinary guy. He goes to his grad school classes during the day, works at the campus library in the evenings, and neglects his friendships a little too much. Then, engineering student Tango enters the library for some help, and Jimmy finds his friend group growing, and his life inexplicably changed."

A Nestcommunication by YacintheMorning - “Tango just wants to make the ranch a home for both him and his avian soulmate. Unfortunately, he knows almost nothing about avians. But the least he can do is try, right?” In which Tango is accidentally way too forward.

💜A Lesson in Listening by YacintheMorning - "Grian's brother is moving to town and staying with him while he house hunts. While introducing him to his friend, however, Jimmy and Tango seem to make quite a connection. Determined not to suffer through the pining, Grian and Impulse attempt to play matchmaker."

💜He loves that horse by ThatTallQueerBassist - “Tango uses his horse training knowledge to get Oreo back in shape after all the drama of being stolen back and forth.

Unfortunately, this panicked Jimmy at first.

He quickly calms down once he finds Tango training Oreo just outside the walls of their ranch.

They chat, and everything is well in the world again.”

SmallEtho

There’s, like, no AUs for these two!

❤️The Best Soulmate by BlocksRuinedMe - “‘But everyone else didn’t know that - it was possible even Bdubs didn’t know that - and yet he carried on like that, all the time. All about Joel’s soulmate. Bdubs didn’t respect Joel, and fuck that.

Fuck that.

Joel had been fantasizing about killing Bdubs for weeks.’

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The Boat Boys have made it to the end of Double Life, standing with Impulse and Bdubs, watching the divorce quartet crumble. Joel has a plan to make Etho win Double Life, whether Etho likes it or not.” Joel being an unreliable narrator because rage clouds his thinking is really something I wish there was more of. You definitely want to read the tags before diving into this one btw.

Holy Father, judge my sins by giddyfenix - "Joel and Etho as the seven deadly sins. After all, what were they if not corrupted?" The lust chapter has a sexual scene, obvs, so skip that if you so wish.

A list of facts and problems by giddyfenix - “Joel had never realized it was possible to feel someone in your bones until Etho came along.”

Amores anacrónicos by giddyfenix - “Don’t be further than 10 blocks from Etho for 10 minutes. One attempt only.”

You held his hands, it felt like flying by Prudent_seer - “Etho doesn't believe in soulmates. Doesn't believe in fate, destiny or an invisible little string tying two people together indefinitely. It was ridiculous, maddening even to think of two people who were made for one another; made perfect for each other by the "universe's almighty will". With that being said, he had someone in mind that was pretty damn close. So when Grian threw them in a world where these soulbounds did in fact exist in a tangible form, where health and pain was shared with someone else, he sought out the person whom he thought was his match. Only to literally fall into the life of his actual soulbound.

It was Joel. And with that Etho cursed the universe for its twisted sense of humour.

//

Creative rewrite of double life through the eyes of Etho, who learns to love his soulmate.” There’s sex but it’s not smut, you know what I mean?

when everything burns, they burn together by TheYesterdayShow - “No one for Joel because he's always been a loner. For as long as he can remember he's been on his own in these games—in the first one he had his cottage on the hill (so long ago that he can barely remember what it looked like, he can only remember it burning and the flames licking up at him and melting his skin and the smell of his hair and he has to put it out—), and in the games since, he's been alone. Alliances that last little more than a week, here and there, and somehow he always ends up at Grian's side at the end of things, but he's never actually teamed up with anyone else.

He doesn't want a soulmate.”

etho has said parkour tag! by panch_owo - “Neither Cyan or Aqua make it to finals, which means the rest of the event is unimportant!

And instead of dwelling on their non-team, they go on another round of tag because it's them.” No smut but a lot of innuendo

More Powerful Than Fear Itself Is The Will To Win by smoothlikebutter - "After a devastating crash ends Etho’s racing career with the McLaren Formula One team, he’s forced to take significant time off to recover. While his fans are eager to see him again soon, what they don’t know is that Etho’s crash was worse than reported; he had to re-learn how to walk and talk before he could even think about racing again. But the desire to get back in a racing car is a strong motivation, so Etho pushes himself to his limits… However, his team couldn’t wait forever. His replacement is talented and the endless competition of motorsports is ruthless. Now Etho has to prove to his old team— and to the whole world— that they were too quick to forget about him. And what better place than the 24 Hours of Le Mans?

ConCorp is eager to snap up a big name like Etho. They’re entering under the Garage 56 innovative category this year, and their CEOs aren’t interested in much more than publicity so the pressure is low. But they’ve also signed Joel, a ruthless pro endurance racer who isn’t about to settle for anything less than the top step of the podium and a champagne shower at the end of the race. And honestly? That’s exactly the kind of teammate that Etho needs." Had me dancing around my room with excitement. Etho's character arc is amazing.

We're a Couple of Freaks by smoothlikebutter - "Joel is a weapon. Etho is also a weapon. They're professional monster hunters, and they've got a job to do tonight: clear out a ton of undead from an abandoned old mansion. Simple, right? This could only possibly go wonderfully well.” Epic Smalletho Souleater AU

❤️Blurring The Lines by FountainPenguin - “Dad always goes overboard with presents. They're never something traditional that a kid would ask for, either. It's always something he had left over in the back of his truck after a project or something stupid he bought after sipping a few too many potions and regretted sober.

One year for Scar's birthday, when he and his cousin Grian were playing in the sandbox out back, Dad and his friends arrived unannounced with four oak saplings. Dad didn't grab his arm or anything (Dad basically never touched him except on rare occasion to brush sand from his hair before loading him in the car; he always said it would make Mom mad), but he used words and praise and empty promises to drag Scar away from his and Grian's game to plant them right away.

Maybe Dad gave so many gifts because he was never around in summer. As early as April, he spent every weekend out fishing with his cousin on his houseboat...

AKA - That Scar-centric standalone piece about the Clocker family in contemporary suburbia.”

And goodness you’re bleeding (What a wonderful feeling) by knightinshiningarmor - “When the relationship burns, Etho feels an intense burst of emotions that leads to a revelation.”

#masterlist #fic rec #scarian #treebark #solidango #solidaritek #smalletho #hermitcraft fanfic #trafficshipping #traffic life fanfic #life series fic #can u tell i watched double life first? lol

[woogigi]

i had an idea. ITS LIKE A LIGHTBULB WENT OFF IN MY HEAD. soy is like a producer, right right so she'd be familiar with recording and editing and whatever. so im thinking yuqi overstims her in the studio w/ a strap and whatever else she has, and records soy's voice /evil laugh/

-Sorry you had to wait so long but here it is!!

Studio Sessions

Warnings: Dildos, fingerings, vibrators, overstimulating, multiple orgasms, mentions of gp

Soyeon was ignoring her messages, again

To say Yuqi was angry was an understatement. She was practically steaming at this point. She'd had a frustrating day herself and Soyeon said she would be home today. But of course the older lost track of time and was probably working on something in her studio.

An idea came to mind as Yuqi dug through their closet and found a bag. A small black duffel bag. One that held their favourite toys inside. She grabbed it and left the room and then the apartment. Making her way to Soyeons studio determined to teach the older a lesson.

Soyeon could barely react when Yuqi stormed in. Cheeks red from frustration and her lips twisted in a sneer that was far from happy.

"Yuqi?"

Yuqi walked forward and Soyeon inched back in her chair as Yuqi flopped onto the couch and crossed her arms. Staying silent as she stared at Soyeon. As if she was waiting for the older to say something.

Soyeon frowned in confusion and tried to sit up straight as she asked the puppy whats wrong.

Yuqi kept quiet as she kept staring.

Uneasiness swept through Soyeon as she could no longer hold direct eye contact with the younger.

"We were supposed to spend the night together and again you're here."

"I'm sorry, woogs but I'm almost finished I promise. I have a deadline coming up and I just want to get this done."

Yuqi stood and walked up to Soyeon. Standing between the olders legs as her wide eyes stared up at her.

"The deadline is in three weeks. You have more than enough time," Yuqi said as she cupped Soyeon's cheek.

The older leaned into the warmth but was still confused. Yuqi looked calmer now but there was a stern tone in her voice and the older knew that was never good.

"So, seeing as you can't seem to tear yourself away from your computer," soyeon tried to interject but Yuqi clamped her hand over her mouth to silence her, "I think I'll have to teach you a lesson. Maybe even give you some inspiration. Right, baby?"

Soyeon nodded barely registering anything with how hot Yuqi looked right now and wanted nothing more than to do whatever she said.

xxx

Soyeon could feel the tears threatening to spill as she felt her legs turn to jelly while her girlfriend laughed. Soyeon moaned loudly without meaning to as her body tried to relax after her intense orgasm.

Yuqi said she would teach her a lesson and she definitely was. Soyeon could barely feel her legs. Her back also numb from lying on a desk with a recording microphone right next to her. Taking in all the sounds she was making.

The younger seemed to be enjoying the humiliation of the leader as she played back the lewd noises she was recording. Soyeon wanted to feel embarrassed but Yuqi would play them the same time she'd use her favorite vibrator on her or Soyeon would feel the intrusion of Yuqi's fingers. Switching between toys as if to see which one could make her cum faster and scream louder.

Soyeon sighed when Yuqi stepped back but knew the heavenly torture wasn't over yet. She watched with hazy eyes as Yuqi took off her jeans and panties finally leaving her just as exposed as her girlfriend. She almost held back a moan when she saw what Yuqi got from the bag.

Noticing her approval, Yuqi smirked.

"I saved the best for last."

Soyeon closed her eyes and turned her head from the microphone. She hated how hot it was making her. The embarrassment of being recorded like this and knowing Yuqi she was probably saving it to some drive only she could get into.

She felt Yuqi's hand on her thigh as she went to stand between Soyeon's legs. Smiling at how fucked out the older looked. Yuqi teased her folds with the tip of the dildo laughing at how Soyeon grinned down wanting more

"You still want more after all that?" She wanted to mess with the older a little, "i thought you had so much work to get done but look at you letting me fuck you for hours. Begging for more."

Soyeon groaned barely able to get a response out but could feel the heat pooling between her legs as she waited for Yuqi to move. The youngers hands were pressed into her hips as she continuously teased Soyeon.

"Its okay baby, I'll give you what you want. You've been such a good girl for me. Letting me use you however I want."

Yuqi slid Soyeon down more in the desk as she lifted her hips. Impaling her and chuckling at the breathy scream Soyeon let out. It was moments like these where Yuqi wished it was really her inside the older. Feeling the ways her walls clench around her already so close to orgasm. Fucking her until Yuqi's stuffing her full of cum as she makes her, her own.

Those thoughts drive Yuqi as she thrusted harder and faster making Soyeon tip over the edge. Despite seeing her orgasm Yuqi kept going. Throwing Soyeon into a state of want but also the need for the younger to slow down. She wanted to ride out her orgasm but with the way Yuqi was fucking into her she knew she would reach that high again and soon. Her body had been overstimulated so much over the last couple of hours that she knew she was barely lasting.

Yuqi slowed down after Soyeon came a second time and kissed her through it. Leaving soft kisses down her cheek and neck. Showing how much she cared and giving Soyeon the soft attention she needed after the session they just had.

Soyeon checked the microphone to see it had fallen to the floor. Gasping seeing it had broken and feeling slightly embarrassed realising what happened.

"Yeah I think you'll need a new one," Yuqi chimed in after seeing where Soyeon was looking.

Soyeon started laughing and pulled Yuqi in for another kiss. Pushing her tongue past the youngers lips, tasting her.

Yuqi pulled back with a smile, "I'll have to keep going if you kiss me like that again."

Soyeon smirked as she pulled Yuqi in close again, "I wouldn't mind if you did."

#gidle smut #yuyeon smut #yuyeon #soyeon smut #yuqi smut #smut #gidle #gidle yuyeon #g idle smut #anons ask

[mystra-midnight]

I Declare a Tug-of-war

summery: after a three day hunt you finally had the chance to have a good nights sleep, and a sleep in. except you had the share the bed with dean, a known blanket hog.

warnings: swearing. little bit of fluff. little bit of smut. ooc dean.

words: 1.6k

a/n: this was originally meant to be written as part of another writers challenge but then i disappeared and sort of never came back. after two years in my drafts i finally found the muse to finish it. now i'm reposting it because i was dumb and deleted it by mistake.

It was the biting cold that woke you after only a few hours of sleep. You and the Winchester brothers had been in Kansas hunting a siren, which had been an utter pain in the ass. It took three days to track it down and kill it, and now that the deed was done, you could finally sleep. Except the room was a fucking icebox, and you were turning into an ice cube.

Your skin was prickled with goosebumps, your nipples hardened peaks that were straining against your sleep shirt, and your teeth were clattering. Groaning softly, you peeled an eye open to look at the rickety A/C on the wall and balked when you saw it was set to sixteen degrees. You fumbled blindly for the covers, only to be met with resistance when you tried to draw them up to your neck.

You fought down the urge to flail angrily and instead opted to roll over and glare at the man beside you, who was snuggled comfortably beneath your share of the blanket; you were going to beat him black and blue. Dean had always been a blanket hog, which, combined with being a restless sleeper, meant you often ended up without anything to snuggle beneath.

"Dean," you whined and shoved his shoulder, but the elder brother didn’t rouse. He groaned softly and rolled away from you. This time, you punched him hard enough to wake him before dragging the blanket off him.

"What the hell?" His voice was husky, thick with exhaustion, surprise, and irritation, as well as a bundle of other emotions you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He propped himself up on an elbow and glared down at you, the dull yellow glow of the morning sun seeping through the window, illuminating the room and your huddled form.

He grabbed a fistful of the blanket and your shirt and attempted to cover himself, but you fought him. "You were hogging the blanket again!" You snapped irritably. It was a game of push-me-shove-you that was threatening to rip the blanket down the middle. "Stop hogging all the blanket!"

"Oh," he said, his tone oozing sarcasm. "Would you like to be the pot or the kettle, Y/N? I think I’d rather be the kettle. Or maybe the pot. I guess it doesn’t matter since they’re both black." Across the room, Sam groaned in annoyance when your childish argument woke him. You saw his eyes open to glare at you both before he rolled over and buried his head under his pillow.

Lucky bastard. Sam had won roshambo, which meant he got a bed to himself, and no amount of pleading, puppy dog eyes, or promises of cooking for the next month had been able to convince him to switch.

"Knock it off." Dean snarled. His gaze had darkened, and his tone was beginning to sound like that of a petulant child that couldn’t get his way. It was only natural that you refused. Instead, you rolled away, pulling the blanket with you and untucking them on his side.

"Dammit, Y/N!"

His large hand grabbed your shoulder, his fingertips digging in hard enough to bruise you as he hauled you back to face him. He was sitting up now and was glaring down at you with a hot gaze that didn’t soften when you looked at him with the same puppy-dog pout that failed to win his brother over.

His gaze narrowed slightly, making the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes more prominent. Your own stare roamed over his naked chest, noticing the way his skin was riddled with goosebumps and scars, making you bite the corner of your mouth. It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen him shirtless, or naked, for that matter.

But each time you had to beat down the urge to map the canvass of his body, to spend hours tracing each scar, every harsh line, and every blurred edge, committing the details to memory, and kissing them until his own bad memories were replaced with ones of you. Yeah, okay, you were kind of in love with Dean Winchester. But the smug asshole didn’t need to know that.

It was a good old-fashioned Mexican standoff.

That was until he made a move for the blanket again, and you had to fling yourself away, almost falling out of bed in the process. It was his hand catching you by the arm and flinging you onto your back that prevented you from sprawling on the floor.

"Get off me!" You squealed with laughter as he used his weight to pin you to the mattress. His hips were nestled between your thighs, which you had clamped tightly around him to stop him from getting any closer. One of his hands was on your hip, burning through your clothing until you felt the heat of his palm right down to your bones, and he was pushing you into the mattress as he tried to free the blanket from your grasp.

"Give it to me!" He snapped loudly.

Any other time you would have done exactly that or made some witty retort, but right this very moment you were feeling bratty, so you just held it further away from him. Dean reacted aggressively, digging his fingers into your skin so that you whimpered, the sound tinged with pain and excitement. You were going to have bruises in the shape of his fingers, and that thought lit fires in your belly.

You pulled it to your chest and held it there. Your breasts bounced from the erratic movements, threatening to spill free from the thin shirt concealing them. Your nipples were hard, and your skin chilled from the frigid air. It didn’t escape his notice, and you felt his cock twitching to life against your thigh.

"Give it to you, huh?" You teased.

"You wouldn’t know what to do with me."

Dean sneered down at you and then hauled the blanket away with a huff. He held it over his head, out of your reach, and tried to twist his body away from you. You tightened your thighs around his hips and pulled him closer, so that you felt him through your panties and he felt the damp between your legs against his cock.

And in the split second when his guard was down, when he was staring at you with lust-red eyes and beating down the urge to strip you naked and plunge his cock into your hot snatch, you took advantage. With both hands, you grabbed the blanket and yanked it back, only to be met with resistance once again.

It was a childish game of tug-of-war; it was ridiculous and asinine, but you couldn’t help but laugh. Even Dean cracked a weary grin as you wriggled beneath him, rubbing your clothed cunt against the morning tent he was starting to pitch.

And then it happened.

You wished you could say it was Dean burying his rigid cock inside of you, and you feeling the delicious stretch of your pussy wrapping around him, the length of him stimulating each and every one of your internal sweet spots.

Except it wasn’t.

The sound that broke through the room was like a gunshot shattering the night, and it left both you and Dean in stunned silence. There in your hands was the blanket, and there in his hands was the second half.

"Dean!" You yelled.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He snapped back.

Your reaction was to throw it in his face. Fucking asshole. There you were beneath him, freezing to death and horny as hell, and now your blanket was ruined. You silently cursed every god whose name you remembered, condemning them for having forced you to share a bed with a known blanket hog.

You shoved at the wall of his chest, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he slammed a fist into the pillow beside your head in a fit of sleep-deprived irritability. Really, you couldn’t blame him. That damn siren had kicked your asses up and down the street for days before Sam managed the kill shot.

All three of you were sore, tired, and in a foul mood.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t pissed.

"You guys are actually ridiculous. You know that, right? Fucking ridiculous." Sam groaned from his bed, his back toward you, though there was no mistake about what had happened just now. "You better sort yourselves out right quick because I’m not sharing with either of you idiots."

You barely had time to whine and beg for Sam to reconsider before the air was forced out of your lungs by the delicious weight of Dean Winchester atop of you. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his warm breath a gentle caress against your skin, and it stunned you into an awkward silence.

This was definitely not how you expected your day off to go.

But you weren’t in a position to complain. The man burned like a furnace even on the bitterest of winter nights, and it didn’t take long for the warmth of him to penetrate you, right down to the bone. You weren’t shivering now; in fact, you were quite content.

It was comfortable. His arms felt like home; he held you like a promise, and Dean Winchester never broke his promises.

And okay, yeah, maybe it wasn’t the same as having his cock buried in your cunt or his tongue in your mouth, but it was a pretty close second. And as you wrapped your arms around him and listened to the soft sound of his breathing as he dozed off, you decided that you could get used to this.

#dean winchester #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader

[lurkingshan]

Be My Favorite: Why, Kwan, why?

Week after week I wait for this show to wobble and disappoint me, but here we are at episode 9 and it’s still going strong, even when the story goes in directions I don’t expect. I sat here for a few minutes trying to decide what to focus on from this episode, and this is the thing most on my spirit this week.

Kwan, I say this with nothing but love in my heart: what on earth are you doing getting tangled up with a guy like Not? 

In every timeline, over and over again, we see that Kwan gravitates to this dude, despite all his awful behavior. Here is what we have seen from Not to date across the timelines:

Bullying

Homophobia

Misogyny

Pretending to befriend Kawi so he could manipulate him 

Threatening to out Pisaeng for his own gain

Having a sexual relationship with Kwan while actively pursuing or even marrying Pear

All around unkind behavior toward pretty much everyone

To date, BMF has shown me nothing to explain why Kwan is so desperately into this guy. Kwan has been witness to all this same behavior we have seen throughout the story, and they have had one (1) conversation where Not was only about 50% instead of 100% an asshole. He’s not nice to her, and he doesn’t respect her. And let me say this clearly: it’s not that it’s unrealistic for a great girl to get caught up with a total dumpster fire of a man who treats her like shit. That’s a tale as old as time and I can absolutely justify how this can happen in my head. But from a storytelling and characterization perspective, I want to feel a bit more grounded in who Kwan is to fully understand why she is letting this man treat her this way. We still don’t know anything about her family background, romantic history, or personal desires beyond wanting Not’s attention. Unlike the other core characters, we don’t know what motivates her and what she wants out of life. We don’t even know that much about her friendship with Pear and how deep (or not) it is.

So here’s my best theory for now: Kwan is fat-coded in this story (but not actually fat, because actors playing fat in dramas rarely are). I first raised this idea a couple weeks ago with a few friends, asking if they thought we were supposed to be reading Kwan as fat, and therefore socially undesirable, and we were not yet confident that the show was going there with her. But at this point, it’s the only read on Kwan that’s really tracking for me.

Kwan has been placed in the familiar role of the less desirable best friend to the pretty popular girl, and has some very obvious insecurities about Not’s clear preference for Pear over her. She seems to be hoping that having sex with him will cause him to realize she is the one he actually wants (oh, girl). In the former future timeline, we see that she carried on with Not even after he got into a relationship with Pear, which to me speaks to some resentment she is carrying for Pear, as well. We’ve had some subtle indicators that Kwan and Pear may not actually be that close (like Pear saying Pisaeng is the only person she talks to about her family issues). And that would track with Kwan knowingly participating in Not two-timing Pear and never fessing up. You don’t do that to your best friend if you actually love and respect them without some other unaddressed shit laying between you.

I am still holding out hope that the show is going to give us a little more to go on with Kwan. It was only this week that we got a fuller picture of Pear’s family life, and we still have three episodes to go. I want Kwan to be a three dimensional character with desires and motivations we understand, and this drama has shown such compassion and care for its characters that I trust them to finish rounding her out. When that happens, I’ll be back to check in on this clown theory.

#be my favorite #thai bl #shan shouts into the void

[yanderes-galore]

May I request a short or headcanons (romantic/platonic) for Sombra Overwatch where she completely isolates Darling from the internet/society/anyone who can help, in an "off the grid" sort of way before revealing herself when darling has nowhere to run? (maybe she frames darling for some crime idk)

Thank you for these btw, even if this one doesn't work out I love your writing in general!!

Oooo! We really need more Yandere Sombra. Anyways, I changed the plot to be post kidnapping if that's fine? I have a banner for her but decided I want to do a GIF for this post. Also left the context of this fic ambiguous, was just trying to get an idea I had across!

Hope you like it :)

Vanished

Yandere! Sombra Short

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Isolation, Drugging mention, Forced companionship/relationship.

It wasn't that hard for Sombra to track down your files. After all, that's how she kept an eye on you. It's how she began to grow attached up to this point.

She had used every piece of information online to find you. However, now she has no use for it anymore. As a result the hacker backs everything up on a drive before starting her plan.

It took a long time but Sombra managed to track down every piece of information you had... and deleted it. It was like you never existed by the time the hacker was done. It's as though you vanished into thin air.

She grins while looking at one of her screens.

Yes... like you vanished. That way no one will try to look for you. How could they find someone if there's no information on them? How could they know if someone even existed without any sort of footprint?

Sombra has dreamed of this day ever since she saw you. She knew you had to be quite the interesting individual. With some bribes and hacking through trivial security systems, Sombra was able to learn everything about you.

Even better, when she was ready, she was able to put her stolen tech to good use.

This obsession of hers took time to plan. She had to find a secure building to hide away in. That's fine, she has friends who can hook her up. If not, she'll blackmail some poor fool.

Then Sombra managed to get her hands on some meds with her connections. After that she had already gathered the information she needed on your residence. It was just as simple as paying a visit.

Poor thing... you never knew what hit you. You were drugged by the invisible hacker before being dragged away. Afterwards you were hidden... like some secret experiment.

Deception and manipulation have been skills Sombra has picked up since she was young. It's made her able to get what she wants. Most of the time it's knowledge...

This time it's you.

After she got the main prize all she had to worry about was clean up. Which leads her to now, mass deleting files that she's already backed up. She's already capable of threatening and blackmailing anyone who knows about you.

With a few clicks and codes... soon the world has no clue about you.

Sombra sighs in relief once she finishes. It's perfect. You're in a secure location and no one knows where you went or if you even exist!

It didn't matter who you were. Rich or poor... famous or average... Sombra had managed to do it. With some lies about your fate and some clever tricks, Sombra managed to keep you to herself.

The hacker feels pleased with herself when she shuts things down. She then leaves the room to enter another more secure one. She can't hide the smug smile on her face.

"Hola, tesoro." Sombra purrs, strolling over to you and lifting your head with her fingers. "It's about time we properly meet."

She frowns at the fear in your eyes, it's expected but disappointing. There's a cloth gag in your mouth and you're sitting with a cuff on a bed. Soon you'll learn to roam without it.

Not like you can escape anyways.

"Welcome to your new home." Sombra continues, kissing your forehead.

"Only you and I know about it... and I plan to keep it that way."

#yandere overwatch #yandere sombra #yandere olivia colomar

[ryethebrokengae]

TW/CW: If you have compulsive skin picking issues or paranoia surrounding your skin please read with !Extreme Caution!

TW/CW cont: Brief mention of self harm, in depth description of experiencing compulsive skin picking, talk of things(not alive things) under skin

Let me know if I missed anything <3

Thinking about Ghost Riley with an S/O who has a really bad skin picking issue(Head cannon):

~When you two just started dating he noticed, but didn't feel it was his place to point it out

~He knew you picked at your skin, just didn't know the extent you did it

~Until 4-5 months into y'all being in a serious relationship did he see how you picked and scraped at almost every small bump or blemish you found on your skin

~I think he would find out because you two were walking next to each other and his arm brushed yours and you flinched just a little bit

~You looked from the corner of your eye, hoping foolishly that he didn't see it

~But he did, of course he did

~He wouldn't bring it up in public because it was clearly a private matter

~He would bring it up to you as soon as you got home

~He would have a stern look on his face, asking you what happened, telling you to show him what's wrong

~He didn't understand why you were so embarrassed at first

~He just thought that maybe you scraped your arm on a wall or got a bruise

~Though in the back of his mind he was really wondering if someone had hurt you.

~When you finally took off the jacket you wear over *everything* he saw

~He saw the acne scars, the scabs, the red blotchy skin, spots swollen from irritation

~He would be so confused

~Don't get him wrong, he noticed the way you would always pop and pick at the pimples or black heads on your face, but almost everyone did that

~But this

~He didn't know what to make of it

~I feel like first and foremost he would sit you down and put ointment and bandaids on the really bad spots

~He normally wouldn't force the subject, but in his mind this was pushing straight up self harm

~Once he was done with his first aid on your arms he would lean back, and look at you

~He would tell you to look at him

~Grabbing your chin to gently force you to look up

~He would ask you what's going on

~Your cheeks would be flushed, embarrassed tears threatening to fall

~He would immediately become 10(ten) times more worried

~His face would soften, grabbing your arms, mindful of the sore spots, pulling you into a hug

~He would tell you in a soft voice that it was okay, that he only wanted to help

~Eventually you would pull back, wrapping your arms around yourself, and tell him

~Explaining to him how it doesn't have to do with being insecure about your skin, or worrying about what others think

~But that you can't really control it

~It's something that you've done for years and you can't stop, you've tried

~You'd explain to him how sometimes all you can think about is there being dirt and black heads, and pus under your skin

~How you can't stand looking at any black head you see without picking at it

~He would listen intently the entire time, not interrupting you, letting you get it all out

~When you finally finished explaining it to him you would look up at him expectingly

~He would keep his eyes on you, nodding while processing all the information you just gave him

~He would lean in, really looking at you

~And he would ask what you needed

[Personally I would sob if this happened cause oml that's so sweet and kind]

~You would look at him baffled for a moment, before explaining that he can't really help with the thoughts, but he might be able to help with you not acting on them

~You explained that he could hold your hand(s) when he noticed you picking, letting you fidget with his fingers

~Or help find you something to do with your hands if you're not doing anything

~He, again, would listen intently to what you have to say

~Keeping track of it all in his head

~In the next few days to weeks you would notice him leaving crochet/knitting materials and patterns on the kitchen counter

~You wouldn't realize you were picking at your skin, and you'd look up to find Simon gently pulling your hand away from your arm/face

~Rubbing gentle circles on the back of your hand

~If you were in public, he'd simply put some kind of fidget toy in your hand, even if it was just his keys, anything to keep your hands busy in a non-harmful manner

~Every Night when y'all went to bed, he would kiss the top of your head, mumbling into your hair how proud of you he is

~And for the first time in awhile you would feel a semblance of control over your life

A/N: I only write about things I experience so I can write as accurately as possible. I really hope y'all enjoyed this. I know the ending was cut a bit short, but let me know if y'all want a little ficlet about the ending!

#ghost cod #ghost riley fluff #simon riley comfort #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon 'ghost' riley fluff #simon riley x you #ghost riley x reader

[tteokdoroki]

✉️; RAIN ON MY PARADE. - D.RAGNIVINDR, K.ALBERICH.

💌; synopsis - every time it rains, diluc is reminded of the girl he loved and lost - you’re reminded of the man you left before running away to New York and kaeya is stuck between the two. when it rains again; only the skies above will know who you choose.

↳ length: 3.9K

↳ warnings: smut, mdni 18+, fem!reader. modern!au, heavy angst, love triangles, break-ups ( between reader and kaeya ), friends to lovers, mutual pining, unprotected sex, soft sex, fingering, oral ( f!receiving ), marking, biting, praise!kink, mutual orgasms, creampies.

↳ notes: hello !! happy wednesday, i hope you’re all having a good week so far— this was a lovely little commission from @xshinigamikittenx who was kind enough to let me post this !! i loved writing this and hope you all enjoy <3 m.list ♡

the pitter patter of heavy rain against the window pains with peeling paint is usually enough to comfort a person. it’s cooling, the air rain creates acting like an ice pack on open wounds. the sound of rain is repetitive, can easily take a frenzied one track mind off of its course and settle it to a steadied speed. the rain smells like hope and new beginnings. all this about rain, and more…but to diluc, the rain is a painful reminder, a symbol and culmination of all that he’d lost. it doesn’t wash away anguish for him like it does for others, it isn’t cleansing or healing or reshresing. instead it stings to touch, hurts to hear— rain is as big an enemy to diluc ragnvindr as he is to himself. 

he hates the rain even as it pours outside, slipping through the cracks and holes in his childhood home— momentarily distracting the red head from the warming drinks that he’s making.

“diluc, did you hear what i said?” kaeya’s voice just barely cuts through the clouds and doubts that hang heavy over his mind— threatening to thunder at any moment. “i’m going to propose to her today, maybe ask her to move in too.” 

the kettle that the elder brother is brewing whistles as a sign of the water being boiled— bubbling over until diluc makes a move to pick it up and finish off making the tea. he fumbles with chipped mugs that have been gathering dust in the cupboard under the sink, clinking them together as he glances up at his brother. the mere mention of your name is enough to make the man a mess. “you’re going to what?” he stumbles, words clumsy on his tongue and unusually so for someone so typically stoic. “don’t…don’t you think it’s too soon? for something like that?”

“it’s actually been a year, and it feels right. dad would have approved too,” the blue haired man’s voice softens only just, a slight bit of sympathy etched into his tone. “it would be better for her to move in too, her new writing job will be bringing her back to the city.”

the day you moved away is so much clearer than the current one— the memory scribbled into the back of diluc’s mind in your not-so-neat handwriting he knew so well. before then, you had always been close with the redhead, even as children you were practically inseparable, where diluc scraped a knee you had a nasty gash to match. if his tooth fell out, yours would be wobbly the very next day, there wasn’t a thing either of you would do without each other. during your teen years, things changed ever so slightly— playful smiles turned to shy gazes and pinkies brushing in the fields behind your house, diluc had tasted like cherry cola and chewing gum when you’d kissed him on the swing set not five minutes from his dad’s house, and a year later he’d gotten into a scrap with a boy half his size in the same spot for trying to kiss you there too ( against your will ).

kaeya had taken you home for hot cocoa, your favourite, but he didn’t quite make it the same way as his brother. back then, the younger ‘ragnivindr’ boy hadn’t realised how much his sibling had liked you, simply too blinded by his own unspoken feelings to even notice and get, both you and diluc knew the way you yearned for one another was different than loving a family member or a friend, it was warmer, brighter and more heated. 

he still doesn’t know why he never made a move.

a part of diluc blames the death of his late father, and how easy it was for him to shut out the ones he cared about following the event. he was given everything his father owned at such a young age, shutting down felt like the best choice at the time. he didn’t know it would mean losing you, seeing your somber face framed by the raindrops pattering down on both of you— you were giving diluc a chance before you left for university, asking him for a sign, holding an umbrella over both of your heads as you looked up at him with need.

diluc never made a move and you took the first flight to New York City the next morning to pursue your dreams in professional writing.

you don’t come back after that, and kaeya finds you out there whilst looking for something within himself, and who was diluc to put a wrench in the happiness he couldn’t give you— even if it meant hurting in secret for realising that he loved you a little too late. 

“i’m going to do it anyways, marry her,” kaeya says, once again pulling diluc from the deep pool of his thoughts. “i just don’t see why you don’t approve?” the blue haired male goes on to question. “i can provide for her, i can love her. i can do all the things dad would have wanted me to do for her…” he takes his tea from diluc, blue eyes reading deep into him.

diluc answers his brother with silence, knowing that the younger is already aware of his feelings towards you. brothers shouldn’t fight, bound by blood more so than trivial emotions such as love and kaeya hums, reading deep into the silence.

“that’s what i thought,” kaeya murmurs, with a slight nod of his head. “it’s a shame, i really wish my brother could be there for this important moment.” 

those are his last words to his brother, before departing into the cold rain and leaving diluc to deal with equally cold tea.

you despise the rain for obvious reasons— it reminds you of one of the loneliest times in your life and the sad solitude that followed you throughout your first few months in New York. the rain that had welcomed you felt like some kind of sick prank pulled upon you by whatever supernatural forces were working up above— to make a joke out of the girl who had her heart broken.

however, years later, you’re somehow grateful for the rain now…since it masks your shaky tears when you tell kaeya no.

“i can’t marry you, i can’t move in with you. i’m sorry but my answer is no.” 

the words feel like cotton in your mouth, strange to you and like knives to your boyfriend. or rather, ex boyfriend now. the both of you stand staring, eyes  locked on each other outside of kaeya’s little apartment on the corner of the street— you’re fond of the place, it’s located above a local bakery and always smells like peppermint and fresh bread, you won’t take advantage of the memories you have there. but it can’t and won’t ever feel like a home to you, it’s a shell of a place where you don’t belong and if you’d have said yes to kaeya, you would feel as though you were just a trophy item to be housed on his shelf.

your, now, ex stands on the concrete steps outside his front door, the ones that lead up to his apartment but shields himself from the acidic burn of the rain with an umbrella while you remain soiled to the bone— holding back sobs you know that you don’t deserve to cry. “why?” is all he asks you, not trace or hint of emotion coating his face nor his voice, as if the rainwater has wiped kaeya into becoming a clean slate.

guilt consumes you, since you don’t have an answer. it takes root in the pits of your stomach and intertwines precisely with each of your ribs— thorns sprouting from the stem and prodding at your lungs like a red rose, typically unsuspecting. the guilty flower making it difficult for you to breathe as you hold back your sobs. maybe it’s just that your answer isn’t something he’d want to hear…you can’t move in with kaeya, because you can’t love him in the ways that he wants you too and you’re apologetic for the parts of you that you thought you could. 

kaeya is brave, he is witty and charming and everything someone other than you deserves in a partner— but he is not the man you left in the bittersweet rain before going to New York, the red headed man who was a fool to stand in the rain in expensive cashmere while not saying a word as you begged him to say everything. diluc had turned cold that day, despite the warmth of him that radiated through your childhood memories. and while, kaeya had followed you to New York and claimed to have stolen your heart, you had really left it back in your hometown with the man who had grown up by your side. 

diluc ragnivindr has always been the man you wanted and you know that’s the reason why you could never fully commit to his brother. why you’ve never left a toothbrush or a set of clothes at kaeya’s place for overnight stays, why he doesn’t stock up on your favourite teas because he doesn’t know you prefer it over coffee, why you by candles that smell like sandalwood on fire because they remind you of diluc rather than the minty ones you associate with kaeya. in a way, it’s almost sad— that kaeya would think to propose and ask you to move in without hardly knowing you after a year of dating. 

after spending nearly your entire life as kids together. 

“i-i’m sorry,” you manage between choked gasps for clean air, but kaeya shakes his head so you don’t see his lips tremble as he holds back tears. 

he knows that you are, he’s familiar with your face of regret. it was the same when you lost diluc to the darkness of death after their father passed away and it was the same when he followed you to NYC and told you all about how his brother had been. but, kaeya also recognises the glimmer of hope in your eyes—the same brightness that burned in them whenever you looked at diluc. the younger sibling, he knew you still held some sort of feelings for his brother. 

you’re not over him. 

“you still love him.” kaeya says simply and the rain fills the silence between you, the one that speaks a thousand words.

“i’m sorry,” you repeat, though your words are futile and weak. kaeya had expected you to scream, maybe cry and say that you didn’t mean it— that you really did love him and not his brooding brother. “i’m so ucking sorry, kae…” 

“ah.” 

“i-i’ll pay you back, for the ring. the one i can’t take..i’m sorry i—“ 

kaeya shakes his head again, turning his back to you so he can unlock his apartment— heading inside. “you should go, get somewhere warm before you catch a cold.” you know that there’s a double meaning to what your ex says, like he’s sending you off into the arms of his brother. 

he leaves you on his doorstep, a pathetic mess in the rain— shooting a text to diluc as he does. 

‘you win, congratulations brother.’

on the day that kaeya is meant to whisk you away, take your heart for the keeping— it rains once more and diluc is selfishly grateful for the downpour, hoping that it ruins days and spoils any engagement plans his younger brother may have for you. it’s spiteful, petty— even more so, but the elder ragnivindr son can’t help but bask in the awful weather, though it hides the sadness he truly feels. if you were here, you would have laughed and called it pathetic fallacy and perhaps, that makes him feel a little worse. or better, he really can’t tell.

yet, hours go by and there’s not a word on social media about how kaeya’s plans for you have gone— even though diluc constantly checks. he waits for pictures on your feed or stories, scrolls through and refreshes your Facebook just to see if you’ve updated your relationship status, and still, nothing changes. 

all he wants is a glimpse into your life without him, what he doesn’t expect is the text from his younger brother calling it off, saying it’s over.

and maybe diluc is a little extra selfish for feeling his heart lift at the message notification flashing across his screen.

the redhead is quick to shoot you a text afterwards, asking if you’re okay— if you need anything. for above all else, diluc is still your childhood friend and someone who you’ve been able to count on since you were both in diapers. he would hope that you’d come to him, despite all that you’ve been through. 

and you do.

when the doorbell rings, he flings it open a second later, revealing you and how you’re just as beautiful as the day you left for New York—soaked to the bone by the cool, heavy rain, your makeup a mess, your eyes puffy and nose snotty and still so gorgeous. as if the halo of the grey skies up above make you look like an angel. 

“you’re—“ here. you’re really here, is what diluc wants to say— his mouth already forming the shape of the words before you cut him off.

your voice wavers when you speak, just like that night. “you should have come after me,” you croak, gazing deep into his fire lit soul. “followed me to New York.” 

diluc knows that, it was his biggest regret. “please, just come inside.” he opens the door wider to let you in, trying to entice you with the heat of the fire running through his place but you don’t budge.

“you should have come after me.” you repeat, sniffling from tears or from the cold, he doesn’t know. “so i didn’t have to waste a year with your brother, with my friend, especially when all i could think about was you.” 

the redhead grips the door handle a little tighter, knuckles turning white as the rain beats down on the world outside, on you. it’s humiliating to have you throw this in his face— but you’re so fucking right, he should have gone after you. 

“please...” he says your name too.

“you should have called.” 

“i thought…i thought you needed space! time!” 

his chest hurts.

the rain gets harder.

“i wanted you! god…for fucks sake, diluc! you’re so stupid it’s infuriating—!” you scream in his face, pain in your voice as you step closer to his doorstep. 

diluc’s cheeks flush red with embarrassment, screaming back at you until your voice both hurt. “just come inside, please! before you get sick—“ 

“diluc, for christ’s sake, i’m standing in the pouring rain, telling you i fucking love you and you’re doing it again!�� you cry, heart on your sleeve just like it was for him before you left. “why are you doing it again? why won’t you say it back? that you love me—!”

before you can finish, he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the warmth of his home— pinning you against the hard oak door after he kicks it shut, both of diluc’s muscled arms either side of your head. “i do, i do love you,” he damn near sneers, red eyes hooded, causing your heart to stutter in its place. “i burn for you, i always have and you’re right i’m a fucking coward.”

he kisses you then, when he’s done breathing the words you’ve always wanted to hear against your lips. your hands find the thick tresses of his bright and fiery hair— and diluc moans at the taste of rainfall on your soft lips, tongue sliding over the seam and begging you to let him in. neither of you pull away, lips locking and sloppily sliding against one another like you need the action to breathe— pouring long lost words into one another’s mouths, tongues rolling over each other’s. 

“you are,” you breathe wetly, the elder ragnivindr pushes off your wet clothes, regretfully parting from you as he does so— scrambling to shove down your skirt and your panties, all the while spinning you and backing you up into his living room until you both collapse a mess of passionate limbs on the soft rug covering his floor. “d-diluc!”

your body burns brighter than the fire sending warmth through the room, runs hotter than diluc’s heat as he presses his body over yours— fingers fumbling between your bodies to toy with your clit. “i know…shh, i know,” he coos to you softly, though he’s just as riled up as you are— desperate to make you his. “god, you’re so wet and all i’ve done is kiss you, darling.” diluc plays with your puffy folds, gathering your slick and dragging it along the length of your slit to rub into your clit. “you want me? my fingers, darling?” 

“y-yes! diluc please, don’t make me wait,” you sigh, lip caught between your teeth as your back arches from the floor into his blistering chest. he’s temperate compared to the chill outside and the one that you’re used to. he relents, pushing two digits into your eager cunt, thumb taking over on drawing his name against your pleasure nub. “oh…oh—fuck!” 

diluc can’t help the breathless laugh that escapes his swollen and spit slicked lips, when you cry out from his fingers curling against your velvet walls— searching for your g-spot. “there you go, you’re so pretty,” he hums against your skin, smiling when your walls flutter around him and your cunt gushes sweetly into the seat of his palm. “i can’t even tell you how much i’ve dreamed of your pretty hole,” his words are not lost on you, despite how void of thought you might be— feeling him stroke you into shape until pleasure tingles from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. “how desperately i’ve wanted to make you mine.” he says these words while pulling away from you, slipping sweetly between your thighs to suckle on your clit before you beg for a kiss again.

it’s wet and obscene, how he fingers you to an inch of your life, pulling gasps and little moans from deep within your chest along with the tune of lewd squelching cunt. your thighs are trembling, your hands cascading through bundles of diluc’s hair, tugging him to your lips— pushing his face into your neck where he marks his claim on you, removing any traces of your ex ( his brother ) from your body, mind and soul.

you can feel it building, an orgasm twisting knots in your lower stomach— your blood carries mixes of dopamine and sex hormones around your body, sending you spiralling towards your high the more diluc works on you, playing with your creamy sex to his heart’s content. “you gonna cum, love?” he asks you tenderly, finger fucking you faster, licking hotly up the side of your face and into your mouth. “yeah? can feel how you clench down on me so good,” nodding feverishly, you let your nails sink into diluc’s bicep, his name like a prayer on your lips as his digits scissor inside of you— dragging you by your ankles to your impending earth shattering high until….

until he pulls out, slapping three fingers against your pulsating pussy with a gentle pout on his lips.

“not quite yet darling,” you manage to catch him say over the blood rushing through your ears. “i want to feel you let go on my cock, okay?” 

“m’kay, hurry ‘luc,” you babble, your chest heaving and a lovesick expression painting your face as you look up at diluc—spasming from the release you’d had ripped away from you. you barely register his calloused, warm hands slipping under the curve of your ass to pull you into the redhead’s lap, your head spins as he fumbles to pull his heavy and leaky cock from his sweatpants— letting the mushroomed tip prod at your entrance while he steadily pushes into you, the burn of his size setting your nerve endings on fire. 

he’s your childhood best friend, but right now he’s the man you’ve loved your entire life— and though he put you through hell and back, you can forgive him since the way he makes you feel right now has you weak in the knees. your limbs are like jello as you push your hips down, coaxing more of diluc’s girthy cock into your squishy, soaking insides. 

“god— you’re fucking perfect, so beautiful, s-so…oh god,” diluc simpers, finally sheathed inside all of your slick heat. “c’mere darling, c’mere let me love you,” his arms hook around your shoulders to keep you anchored down on his throbbing dick, his forked veins pushing against pleasure spots that only he can discover, filling you with all of his love. 

neither of you will last long like this, both of you shaking and sweaty messes in one another’s arms—diluc fucks you, claims you with slow rolls of his hips up into yours, tip that leaks unbeliavle loads of precum smearing that same mix of milky white against your insides, churning you up and making you see starts. you gasp and claw at his broad back, bite down on his flexing shoulders as the redhead sucks bruises and love bites into your neck— knowing they won’t be fading any time soon.

he hisses when your sensitive nipples brush against each other, when you start to circle your hips and grind your slick pussy down on him in tune to his rhythmic thrusts, his balls heavy with cum just for you slapping up against the curve of your ass. “i love you,” diluc moans heartily, pressing his forehead against your own while your bodies dance together in feverish movements, smearing your arousal against his thighs and stomach. “i love you, you’re so—fuck, you’re so good sweetheart.”

“‘m gonna cum f’you, ‘luc,” you tell him earnestly, hiccuping over the salacious squelch of your pussy as he rams into you— your juices dripping down his balls. “love you s’much, don’t stop…please don’t fucking stop—!” you pant onto diluc’s mouth, hot and heavy while his adoration and lust for you spreads through your body like a wildfire, heating you up from the inside out. 

“yeah you love me…i love you, never gonna stop,” he grunts back, fingertips digging into your shoulders and your waist as he lifts and drops you down onto his aching cock. you’re tight around diluc, locking him into your sweet pussy until he can barely pull out— jamming into your g-spot over and over, sending you both hurtling over the edge as you clamp down on him for the final time.

gentle ‘i love you’s are thrown into the sex tainted air, your cunt streaming with your arousal as you shake and quiver and cry in your lover’s arms— and diluc barely lets you go, filling you up to the brim with thick waves of his hot white seed, his hips stuttering and fucking more of his cum into you. 

“p-promise, promise you'll always come after me,” you murmur against diluc’s lips when you finally come down, sharing a sweaty and teary eyed kiss with hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat steady. “s-swear on it.” you say.

and all diluc can do is smile lovingly, realising the rain has stopped as the sun shines through the curtains of his living room. 

“i will always come after you, for as long as i live.” 

#tteokdoroki #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc smut #diluc imagines #diluc ragnivindr imagines #diluc ragnivindr smut #diluc ragnivindr x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya angst #diluc angst #kaeya imagines #kaeya smut #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #diluc thirst

[solongdaisymayy]

Cocoa

written for #WeasleyWeek hosted by @thethreebroomsticksfic. – Day 1: Molly & Arthur Weasley here's a dose of Molly and Arthur during their Hogwarts years, just some early relationship fluff and stuff. shoutout to @annabtg for beta reading and being the loveliest! ☺️

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Shadows dappled and danced across the castle floor as she sprinted through corridors, one hand clutching his, the other pressed against her mouth – a weak attempt at muffling the laughter that threatened to spill over. She could feel errant strands of hair escaping the plait she’d tucked it into that morning.

“Quiet,” Arthur reminded her as they climbed up another staircase, grinning. “Someone will hear us. Oh, we’re going to be in such trouble.”

“Only if we’re caught,” Molly pointed out, unable to bring herself to worry. The castle was deserted, and really, they weren’t even making enough noise to stir the dozing portraits, much less attract the ire of meddling professors.

Nevertheless, a part of her couldn’t help thinking how absurd this was. Her, Molly Prewett, sneaking out of the common room with none other than Arthur Weasley. A month ago, she’d had no idea she would soon be roaming Hogwarts hand in hand with the boy who sat quietly at the back of her Charms class but who never missed a single Muggle Studies lesson, even when he was recovering from a nasty bout of flu.

That night, they had left the Gryffindor tower in search of the Hogwarts kitchens, hoping for a cup of hot cocoa and, more importantly, a precious few moments without the rest of the house — her brothers, mainly — hovering around them.

How absurd, indeed. But also, how novel, how fantastic. Magical, one could even say.

“Wandering the castle this late at night, it’s not a good idea,” the Fat Lady sniffed disapprovingly as they came to stand, out of breath, before the portrait hole. She was peering at them from one bleary eye. Molly rather thought her sour mood was more likely due to being woken up from a deep slumber than the fact that two students had been out of bed well past curfew. Over the years, Molly herself had sneaked out of the common room far too many times to believe the Fat Lady cared about trivial things like curfew.

“Oh, er,” began Arthur, the tips of his ears turning bright red with impressive haste.

Biting back a smile, she turned back to the Fat Lady. “We just went out on a stroll. Good to get some fresh air after dinner, you know? Diricrawl,” she finished, hoping the portrait door would swing open at the mention of the latest password.

The Fat Lady arched an eyebrow, shuffling. Evidently, she was full of questions tonight, for she continued, “Fresh air? At this hour? Do you know what time it is, even?”

Molly had, in all honesty, lost track of time. They might have just been gone for fifteen minutes. Or perhaps it had been five hours. She couldn’t be sure, and much less cared, not when Arthur’s warm fingers were still wound tightly around hers.

Unfortunately, someone did care about the lateness of the hour, it seemed.

“Aha!” a voice called from behind. Molly and Arthur spun on their heels, hearts leaping into their throat at the sight of that aging enemy of every Hogwarts student: the scrupulous caretaker, Apollyon Pringle.

Pringle wagged an accusatory finger in the pair’s direction as he hobbled over. “One in the morning! One! Students aren’t supposed to be out of bed this late. This means punishment. No, shh, shh,” he pressed a finger to his mouth as Arthur and Molly began protesting, his head shaking in obvious rage. “I’ll have you in detention, I will. And it won’t be no lines, mind you. It will be more painful than that. Only way to deal with the likes of you - you delinquents…”

What with the caretaker’s dire promises of hanging Arthur by his wrists and endless mutterings about rulebreakers and suspensions and disgrace, their mood was noticeably less jovial when she and Arthur finally slipped back into the now empty common room. A few dying embers glowed in the fireplace, their smoky, crackling presence the only other sound as he kissed her goodnight and they parted ways for the night.

And yet, in spite of the detention awaiting her in the coming days, Molly couldn’t help but grin as she ascended the stairs, giddy at the thought of seeing Arthur again in the morning, and the following day, and the day after that. Wondering, as she tiptoed into her dormitory, where else they would escape to next.

#ttb #WeasleyWeek #molly prewett #arthur weasley

[ms-erin-kallus]

No Grave Can Hold My Body Down

Chapter 17

AO3 link ~ https://archiveofourown.org/works/44541196/chapters/141874393

Why bother with this? She is just one less Imperial for the rebels to contend with.

That intrusive thought disappeared before it even finished as Kallus realized that he was one dead end away from ripping the Empire apart with his bare hands until he either found Rhoan, or ended any and everyone even remotely associated with both that day and the commodore.

Since his arrival on Lothal, all Kallus seemed to know was failure. One encounter after another, the Ghost and its crew evaded him with what seemed like an almost unnatural ally on their side. The laws of physics literally bent to their favor in front of his eyes and allowed them to escape from what should have been certain capture. It was at that moment he knew that he would never apprehend them.

With each defeat, he was left behind to look like the inept imbecile that he was beginning to feel that he really was. AWOL might have been the perfect cover to easily make her disappear, but with his skills, training, and resources he should have been able to find at least something.

It felt like she had simply been erased from existence.

Suspiciously, not a single ship left the dome the entire night before. The hangar captain in charge was telling the truth when he said that there had been no air traffic from late evening until early that morning. Even with the barrel of a blaster shoved down his throat, he made it more than obvious that the he didn’t know anything.

Though Kallus was slowly beginning to rectify who and what he had been, he knew for certain that he was already too corrupted for any hope of a complete transformation.

Concessions would always be made when he deemed necessary.

However, he realized that differentiating those necessities would prove a difficult task while he watched the trembling man fumble his way back to his feet from the floor where Kallus had shoved him. The lack of effort needed to coerce the traumatized officer as he threatened to scatter each of his children, by name, to different prison camps across the galaxy was almost second nature to him. It was a feeling of control and superiority that he previously relished, almost as if it was a necessity.

Reflexively and without realization, Alexsandr Kallus let the well practiced Imperial permanently ingrained into him do what it did best.

~

Assault was a minor offense. Granted, it was against another officer, but still, something didn’t add up. If anything, Kallus assumed Rhoan would simply be made an example of. Pryce had been off planet long enough for things to become more relaxed than she probably appreciated and punishing an officer was the perfect way to put everyone back in line. Except, that was hard to do if the defendant was nowhere to be found.

The comm next to him chirped and he grabbed it so fast he was surprised that it didn’t shatter in his hand.

‘I can’t find a single thing’ R3 wrote. ‘This doesn’t make sense, I hacked into every file in this dome and found nothing. They paused, ‘Sitringlato’s datapads and comms were suspiciously clean…like they had been wiped.’

Though a machine, Kallus could sense the dread in the droid’s words, “I’ve been going through every unconventional idea that I can think of,” he offered. Someone had to have seen something,” he responded as his head fell heavily into his free hand. The only plausible explanation he could come up with for as to why there was nothing to be found, was if things went as high up as he was afraid they had.

If so, there wouldn’t be much he could do. An ISB title could only get him so far.

‘I’m about to break into communications records, but I’m sure they were smarter than that.’

I know, Kallus thought because he too had been that careful in the past. “I’m going down to the public spaceport, maybe they took her off planet and used a civilian facility to cover their tracks.”

Silence.

‘If they took her off world we will never find her.’

I know.

~

About half an hour later, Kallus towered over a nervous spaceport supervisor that had been on vacation and returned at the worst time possible.

“I’m telling you,” she stuttered, “there is no record of anyone going out last night. There’s an orbital blockade right now. That means extensive paperwork for any and all traffic,” she paused before giving him the answer they both didn’t want to hear, “what you’re looking for just isn’t here.”

The woman visibly shook as Kallus glared down his nose at her, completely indifferent to the fact that she was a civilian and oblivious that the person he was fighting to overcome had again returned the instant he heard ‘I don’t know’.

He was tired of not knowing. He was tired of things being out of his control.

He was just tired.

“Then I want to speak to every single person that was within the facility last night. Now!” he growled. Time was quickly becoming an enemy, but he realized as he looked down at the distressed woman that mistakes were easily made with nervous, and thus, preoccupied minds.

“Yes, sir. It may take a little time to get everyone back here though,” she told him as she used the clipboard in her hands as a reason to look away from his unintentional scowl, “shift has already changed.”

Of course it has.

“Get them here promptly,” he said with as much patience as he could summon, “and comm me once they start coming in. I have another matter to tend to and won’t waste time here waiting.”

I can’t.

~

The detention block of the dome was as full as it usually was. No one ever bothered to notice droids unless something went wrong and they needed a scapegoat or some jerk needed to release some pent up aggression, so as usual, R3 simply rolled in to take a look around unimpeded.

Just as they dreaded, a thorough investigation of the main terminal at the level’s control panel yielded no results.

A series of beeps that Rhoan would’ve chastised them for rang down the hallway as they slammed their grasping arms against the paneling in frantic frustration.

An unnerving feeling that surged through their components from the moment they learned that she was gone steadily grew with every attempt that ended without the information that they desperately needed. R3 had seen the Empire make people disappear for less, but they had a feeling that this was different. It was personal and sinister, and the embarrassed commandant had something to do with it; they just knew it, and that terrified them.

And so, regardless of the main terminal’s lacking, every single console that sat to the side of their respective hold was scoured individually and meticulously using tactics not taught to them by the Empire. When that led to no result, R3 checked them again even though they knew what they would find.

Where is she?

They dared not ask anyone for anything, lest they garner unwanted attention. The last thing they needed was to stave off questions that didn’t pertain to her and only her.

R3 rolled back and stared at the lift at the end of the hallway, I’m not staying here without her.

“Hey, droid!” someone yelled from behind them, “let me out, why don’t ya?”

The little green machine turned and blinked at the twi’lek apathetically, “what are you in for?” they entertained.

“Does it matter?”

“Not really,” they answered before they turned and rolled to the lift.

“I’ll throw you in the incinerator myself if I get out of here!” the man yelled. “Fucking useless ass machine!”

“You mean useless ass free machine,” R3 beeped back as the lift doors opened and they boarded, headed for the workshop.

It was time to take a high risk chance.

~

Kallus used the time he spent waiting for the spaceport staff to arrive to look through the surveillance videos of the dome again. Sometimes he wondered if their lack of cameras in important places was as detrimental as he assumed.

It was.

Conveniently for whoever was covering their tracks, everything was gone. Imperial security blamed a rebel hack that caused a ‘catastrophic domewide outage’ that also somehow managed to last all night. The uneasiness that had crept into him from the moment he caught her outside of the base had exploded into full blown panic from the question, or worse, answer to, who would have that kind of authority and how did they get away with it so easily?

But mostly,

why?

There were outside servers where all recordings were kept for instances just like the one he was in. It was packaged as a ‘safeguard’, but in reality was just another way to cover up any and everything that needed to be.

Though he was ISB, even he didn’t have access to them.

Regardless, a favor was called in as he was finally forced to face the fact that whatever he was dealing with, it was much bigger than he was. The more time that went by the more confused he became, and the anxiety from it was physically manifesting itself deeper into the pit of his stomach as time went by.

“Agent,” a meek voice came from his side and jerked him from his thoughts. “The first has arrived. Where would you like to start?”

Kallus sighed uneasily because he already knew what he was going to find, he just dreaded having to come to terms with it fully.

“Find me somewhere quiet…and out of sight.”

~

As expected, no one saw anything unusual. If any of them were actually lying, they needed to be recruited because one person actually threw up from their fear. Again, he lost control and inadvertently slipped back into latent routine.

A handful of ships went out, but the documentation was meticulous and matched all corresponding surveillance videos,

unless she was smuggled out unchecked.

Bribery wasn’t an uncommon problem in the transportation industry. It was actually one of the most corrupt, and the possibility that someone ‘looked away’, and that he would find them in time, was a possibility that he clung to like a scared child to the safety of its mother.

By that point he was questioning everything, no matter how trivial or improbable. Nothing was going to slip by him.

Every ship’s manifest was handed over without question or hesitation and Kallus ordered each cargo load be thoroughly inspected and its results immediately relayed back to him upon its arrival under the threat of death.

Lasan was no secret, but it also wasn't exactly accurate; however, not many people knew that. Nor would they.

~

Reluctantly, Kallus was forced to pull himself away from his office where he had all but barricaded himself into, and the conversation he was in with R3, for a hangar where a ship waited to take him to a last minute, mandatory briefing with Thrawn and Pryce on the Chimera.

With a thousand thoughts running through his mind he didn’t notice the grating voice that yelled out his name from behind him. Instantly, a barely controllable rage made his veins burn with coursing fire.

“Agent Kallus,” the commodore called out again as he slowly sauntered toward him, “wait up.” The man smirked at a custodial droid that was quietly sweeping the floor in front of him before he suddenly pulled back and launched some sort of drink container that he had just finished straight at them as hard as he could.

The machine let out a series of loud, confused beeps when the bottle purposefully missed the basket attached to its front and instead hit them in the face with a hard, loud clank.

Sitringlato simply laughed as Kallus pushed past him. “You know-,” he started as he glowered straight back into the commodore’s amused eyes. It took everything in him to not add a bruise to the collection Rhoan had left behind when he picked the bottle up and faced him. “I see that your assailant has gone AWOL.” From what Kallus had learned of the commodore, he could easily use the man’s hubris against him. Just a subtle nudge and subliminal suggestion would be more than enough to get him to brag about anything he could use to find Rhoan.

Stringlato scoffed loudly, “Looks like she decided that running was her best option. She really has no idea how badly she fucked up. Stupid bitch.”

Kallus finally snapped.

Malicious intent flashed through his eyes and he knew the surprised commodore understood it as he suddenly stormed toward him.

Hands searched frantically behind him as the man stumbled, panicked from what he saw as an undoubtedly fatal threat until he found himself trapped against a wall.

“No, you don’t know how badly you just fucked up,” Kallus said down to him quietly before he smashed the bottom of the bottle he still held against the wall just above Sitringlato’s head. Pieces of the heavily reinforced glass exploded around them as the bottle easily shattered under the sheer force from with which it was viciously hit.

If it was going to take an Imperial to beat an Imperial, then that’s what was going to happen.

“You ca-“ the commodore started before Kallus slammed his fist into the wall on the opposite side of the man’s face hard enough that it left a permanent indentation.

On its impact, Kallus knew that he broke more than skin as, even through the immense volume of adrenaline that coursed through his veins, he felt an all too familiar burn as a small trail of blood fell from the gash in his damaged knuckle.

Beads of sweat quickly accumulated across the reddened skin of Sitringlato’s face as he realized that he was trapped between a fist planted firmly into the wall on one side of him and the broken end of the bottle held precariously at his throat on the opposite.

“I will only ask this once,” Kallus threatened down into the panicked face marred by an array of swollen, colorful contusions. “Where is she?”

Sitringlato yelped when Kallus pressed a sharp edge of the glass into the skin just above the major artery that pulsated rapidly in sync with his risen heart rate. “I don’t-“ he started before he felt it slowly permeate his skin. “I’m serious! I don’t know!”

Kallus menacingly began to turn the neck of the bottle so that its sharp point would also, “I don’t believe you,” he told him as he pushed his weapon further inward. “You know, it’s a common misconception that bleeding to death is a calm process,” he said as if their conversation was merely simple discourse. “You actually suffocate. No blood to pump,” Kallus paused as he watched the crimson line that disappeared down into the Imperial’s collar grow heavier, “no way for oxygen to circulate.”

Terror shot through the commodore’s eyes upon his new found knowledge and he instinctually tried to roll under Kallus’ arm to escape what he knew wouldn’t end well for him, but he didn’t get far.

“I don’t think so,” Kallus scoffed as his hand quickly left the wall and caught the man by his throat before he slammed him hard enough against the wall that it knocked the breath out of him. A yelp echoed down the empty corridor when he felt Kallus jab the broken end of the bottle into the side of his already battered face, hard. “I will give you one more chance.”

After a length of silence that Kallus deemed ‘too long’, but was in actuality a few seconds of hesitation, the pointed glass sliced easily through the softened skin of his injured eye.

“I wonder how much a bruise can bleed?” Kallus asked as he slowly looked from one side of his mangled face to the other. “I’ll start here,” he said more to himself than his victim as he dropped his free hand from the wall and grabbed the man’s chin violently.

“Okay! Okay!” Sitringlato shrieked, the cry muffled by the pressure on his throat, as Kallus carved deep enough into the man’s face he felt bone. “I’ll tell-“ he started before the man screamed loudly from what Kallus knew was a blinding, searing pain. If the man didn’t tell him what he wanted to know, truthfully, he would simply move to slice nerves until he did.

A door behind them whirred open and someone said something that Kallus couldn’t make out through the pounding in his ears. “This is ISB business, so unless you are also from the bureau, I advise you don’t make yourself a witness to this or it will be you next!”

The door quickly shut and the commodore used Kallus’ briefly unfocused attention to try another haphazard escape. It proved quickly a massive mistake on his part because he instead only managed to clumsily fall to his knees in front of an infuriated man that had finally reached his limit.

Terrified, Sitringlato scampered back against the wall and turned his bloodied face away as Kallus knelt in front of him. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered as he put his hands between them as some sort of useless shield.

“I’m not,” Kallus said coldly as he slapped the man’s hands away and grabbed his jaw to yank his face directly into his own. Wild eyes looked back at him, “this is for her,” he told him quietly as his free hand slipped behind the commodore’s head and grabbed a handful of hair.

A loud sound of snapping vertebrae filled Kallus’ ears with virulent delight when he quickly and efficiently jerked his hands in opposite directions. The murdered body slumped over onto the floor as Kallus stood and looked down to the handiwork at his feet in disgust.

“I’ve heard that this Thrawn guy is a real piece of work,” Sitringlato’s voice rang through Kallus’ ears.

Instantly, he was pulled back into the reality that he loathed returning to, “yeah,” was all he could manage to say as the vision of a dead body falling from his hands played out again in his mind.

In time.

“At least they finally got someone around here that can do their job,” the commodore smirked as the lift doors closed between the two of them.

Yeah, the airlock is too good for him, Kallus thought as he waited for it to come back.

~

“You’re late,” Pryce snapped as she buckled herself into a jump seat across from the commodore and settled in theatrically.

Kallus wasn’t in the mood for her antics and was genuinely afraid that he would snap if she kept it up. “Apologies, governor. I had to wait for the lifts,” he said as he cut a sharp, inconspicuous look to the man at his right.

“Perhaps you should’ve left sooner?” the commodore openly, bravely, and with remarkable stupidity mocked him, either oblivious to or unconcerned by the warning thrown at him.

Kallus took in a long breath and steeled himself before he sat down in the seat directly next to him and buckled in haughtily.

The other man turned and began, “there are open seats everywhere, why-“ but thought twice of it when Kallus pushed his face, seething with potential retaliation, straight into his.

As the shuttle began its slow ascent, Kallus whispered to him ominously.

“I’m going to kill you.”

Sitringlato scoffed, “is that-,” he began pompously before Kallus reached over, grabbed the belt to his harness and yanked it as hard as he could without notice from an always preoccupied Pryce.

“Safety first,” Kallus chastised the suddenly silent man sarcastically as he continued to pull until he knew the strap was tight enough to make it impossible for him to breathe easily.

There was no response other than a muffled cough and Kallus assumed that the commodore was finally beginning to realize that he was prodding someone whose rank fell outside of the military hierarchy and, thus, didn’t have to answer to him.

An arrogant smile briefly crossed Kallus’ face as he let images from the hallway play out again in his mind, but with ‘improvements’.

Luckily, the flight to the star destroyer was short and before Kallus could abandon his plans and make good on his threat to end the man where he sat, he found himself on the bridge of the Chimera in front of an oversized star chart.

“Admiral Konstantine should be with us momentarily, grand admiral,” Pryce said apologetically as she looked toward the door in almost disgust at his tardiness. It hadn’t been long since she arrived, but anyone with eyes could see that the two of them hated each other, vehemently.

“It’s quite alright, governor. I doubt that he would have much to offer,” Thrawn answered in a cool, smooth voice. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here.”

Kallus couldn’t help but notice that, from the moment they arrived, Thrawn studied the commandant’s bruised face intently. Rhoan had really done a number on his eye, as even after two rotations and numerous trips to the medical facility later, it was still swollen and every shade of blue and purple. Kallus hoped that every time he looked in a mirror, he remembered how it felt when he slammed to the ground as she unleashed her torrent of unadulterated rage upon him.

“Commandant,” Thrawn suddenly interrupted. “I must ask, what happened to you?”

Sitringlato stood up a little straighter before he replied pathetically, “I was attacked viciously by a fellow officer, grand admiral.” The Imperial popped his tunic and lifted his chin as he delivered his accusation. “It was unprofessional and completely unwarranted.”

A loud, unintentional scoff escaped from Kallus before he could stop it.

“You have something to add, Agent Kallus?” Thrawn asked inquisitively. Red, glowing eyes burned into him like the summer rays of Tattooine’s dual suns.

Kallus cleared his throat and chose his words carefully, “the commandant is leaving out an important part of the story,” he barely managed to say without indicating the fury that grew exponentially with his words.

“Which is?” Thrawn continued, carefully studying Kallus’ every facial and emotional cue. It took every bit of the training he had to remain perfectly stoic in front of the intimidating alien’s inquisition.

“The captain was provoked,” he said simply in an effort to give away as little as possible unless absolutely necessary.

“I would hardly call it a provocation!” Stringlato almost screeched; his pride obviously mortally wounded.

Thrawn looked him up and down slowly and carefully before he turned back to Kallus, “do continue, agent.”

“The commandant made a very reprehensible remark, and it deeply offended and hurt the captain. She reacted in a way that, yes, was in poor judgment, but also could be seen as justifiable given the circumstance.”

“I see,” Thrawn said slowly, internalizing and reviewing the new information. “Tell me, what did you say that would warrant such an” he looked over his shoulder to his aide behind him who whispered something without an exchange, “antagonism?”

The commandant became visibly uncomfortable in an instant when he realized that his remark could only go one of two ways considering the instigation’s existence was a result of his inquisitor’s aftermath. “I, um,” he started before he cleared his throat. “I made a reference that the citizens aiding and abetting the insurgency on Batonn weren’t as ‘innocent’ as they seemingly presented themselves to be.”

It appeared that Kallus wasn’t the only one that was watching his wording carefully.

Thrawn was unnervingly silent as he looked down at the commandant. His blue face steeled and his body language rendered him immediately terse. It was only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity before he finally spoke, his voice was flat and monotone, “civilian casualties should always be kept at a minimum. The preservation of life is important if we are to keep the citizenry complacent and compliant. Wouldn’t you agree, governor?”

The color drained from her already pale complexion and Pryce stuttered as she answered, caught completely off guard, “of course, grand admiral.”

Thrawn cut his eyes toward her in a way that made Kallus shudder.

“Always,” she added with some sort of feigned agreement.

Picking up subtle cues in conversations was another part of Kallus’ extensive training. Those cues were not subtle. Their exchange was definitely a reminder, or even reprimand of some kind.

“And where is the captain now?” Thrawn asked inquisitively as he looked over to Pryce. “I am to assume that she has been detained for her crime?” he asked, assuming that she would’ve been the one to hand down, or at least approve the process.

“She has been sent to Kessel,” the commandant said proudly before Thrawn turned and showed just a brief second of surprise on his usually expressionless face.

Kallus couldn’t stop himself from turning toward Pryce, barely able to keep himself composed, “are you serious? For minor assault?” The words he spoke aloud sounded more like soft murmurs in his ears as his head began to swim at the very worst scenario he could think of.

“This seems quite unnecessary. Why such a harsh condemnation?” Thrawn asked, genuinely perplexed. The aid at his side stood with his mouth agape in shock and a look of disgusted confusion on his face.

Pryce stepped in, “we needed to make an example of her. If people know that extreme measures will be taken, then it should quell any further insubordination among the ranks. Consider it a,” she hesitated, “preemptive warning for the others.”

“That seems hardly pragmatic, Governor. I’ve learned that the most conducive crews are the ones that are respected and appreciated, not terrorized. Those very reasons are why mine have been an invaluable tool in the many successes that we have had for the Empire.”

Kallus could barely speak through the dryness in his throat, “if she was to be an example, why was her disappearance so thorough?”

“Do elaborate, agent?” Thrawn asked as he looked to him from the pair at his side that had visibly lost the confidence they had prior.

“The captain is listed as AWOL,” he informed them, barely able to hear himself, much less anyone else, speak. “I feel like it’s hard to make an example when the offender is nowhere to be found.” A sudden deafening roar in his head began to make the room spin, “her punishment will go unnoticed; thus negating its intention, will it not?”

Sitringlato cleared his throat loudly as he pulled nervously at the collar of his tunic.

“Pull yourself together,” Pryce spit at him quietly as she tried desperately to deflect the answer that she knew she wouldn’t be able to defend.

“I see that your answer is hard to swallow,” Thrawn’s aid snarked under his breath as he began to quickly scroll on his datapad.

“There’s nothing there,” Kallus warned before he realized that he had. “All of her records are gone, along with her.” Rationalize that quick, Kallus screamed at himself through clouded thoughts. It was hard enough to keep himself together without blowing his cover, “I was beginning to build a case, but there is absolutely no information on this supposed sentencing that has been handed down.” Kallus could’ve strangled Pryce where she stood, in front of them all and without hesitation, because of his next words, “without its proper trial.”

Suddenly, the commandant fell to the floor and clutched desperately at his throat as his face began to turn a dark shade of red.

Kallus struggled to breath harder than the man writhing on the floor at his feet as purple dots began to litter his field of vision.

You couldn’t even find her, how are you supposed to save her?

“Call for a medic, Commander Vanto,” Thrawn instructed almost apathetically.

“What is wrong with you?” Pryce asked dryly as Kallus dropped to the floor before he could black out and quietly hid that fact when he reached over to the commandant to unseal the top of his tunic.

“Can you breathe?” he asked as he shakily took his pulse. The man was in severe tachycardia.

“The medics are on their way,” Kallus heard Vanto say in a thick wild space accent as he studied the man suffocating on the floor but offered him no real assistance.

Kallus leaned down and made it look as if he was trying to listen to the man’s erratic breathing.

“I told you so,” was the last thing the commandant heard before Agent Kallus watched him die.

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[talyns-fanfics]

My Hero Fantasy

Chapter One

What if I told you there was a world where the mythical and mystical were the norm? You don’t have to believe me, just listen to this story. The story of the boy who inherited my power.

Content Warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive, Kacchan being a massive tsundere™️,

Notes: no one actually talks medieval (I’m too tired to make them), aged up characters

Izuku Midoriya was a normal young man, too normal. He was born without a Quirk. A Quirk is a mystical power allowing a person to control a specific power. Izuku never got his, but he never let that stop him. He had already gotten his Provisional Adventurer License, allowing him to seek adventure even if he needed someone with the official license watching over him. He was planning on leaving home to find his first big adventure, and become a Pro.

“Ma! I’m heading out now!” Izuku shouted from the front door. Inko, his mom, raced up to the door to see him off. “Please be careful, Izuku.” She tells him, clenched hand to her chest, tears threatening to fall. “Come back soon. I’m gonna miss you.” Izuku smiles at his mother. “Of course I’ll come back. I’ll miss you, too.” After a last embrace with his mother, the young man set off from home. A while down the path he crosses paths with someone, someone he knows.

Katsuki Bakugo

(Quirk: Explosion): This special power allows him to excrete nitroglycerin-like sweat from his palms and ignite it at will to create explosions of various sizes.

“Kacchan! How are you?!” Izuku smiles at his friend, Katsuki Bakugo. Bakugo had already developed his Quirk when he and Izuku were just kids, barely five years old. He also had his Provisional Adventurer License. “What does it matter to you, damn nerd?” Bakugo slightly growls, making Izuku take a step back.

“Where are you going so early in the morning?” He asks Izuku. “I was just heading down to the tavern. There’s bound to be a Pro Adventurer there with something. Who knows, maybe All Might might be there!” Izuku started going on a rant of wanting to go on an adventure despite being Quirkless. It was getting too much for Bakugo. “Shut the hell up, Deku! I get it!” He yells, making Izuku stop in his tracks. “Look, I want to come with you. Not because I want to be around you. I just don’t have anything else to do.”

That confused Izuku. Bakugo was actively wanting to join him on his first adventure. “Oh, sure! Let’s go!” With a spring in his step, Izuku continued on his way to the tavern with Bakugo trailing behind him.

In a nearby tavern, there was a blonde hair young woman sitting at a booth with an older man with green hair. The two were trying to stay away from the other patrons, discussing business. “Any news of my father, Sir? What’s the organization’s demands?” She asks him, hands clenching tightly on her drink. The man, Sir Nighteye, hands her a scroll. “It’s all in the prophecy, Kairi.” He tells her, watching as she opens the scroll.

On the dawn of a frightening winter, a great evil will purge the land, taking all power for his own. The only hope of the land is that of All Might, the greatest knight ever known.

Having only read the first paragraph, Kairi audibly gasped. “He can’t do anything. The Organization of Villains have him captured. I have to go after them.” She frantically tells Sir Nighteye. “With your power? The organization is too immune to you, Kairi. You’ll only get yourself in trouble.” She looks down at her drink, gently swishing it around by moving the stein. “What if I found someone with a power they aren’t immune to? There has to be someone out there who can.”

“If you can find someone, just be careful.” Sir Nighteye stands up from the booth, taking his drink in his hand. “I don’t know what I’d do if my friend got in danger.” His finishes his drink, setting the stein down on the table before digging in his pocket. He hands Kairi a small pouch of gold. “You don’t have to pay me back. Use it how you see fit.” He walks off, leaving Kairi alone at the booth.

Izuku and Bakugo enter the tavern, bumping into someone. “Sorry, my bad.” The man, who had green hair, says to the two. “You better be!” Bakugo yells at the man, clenching his fist. Izuku stops him, taking a hold of one of Bakugo’s arms with both of his. “We’re looking for an adventure, not a fight, Kacchan.” Izuku says to his friend. Bakugo unclenches his fists, heading into the tavern. “So sorry, sir!” Izuku says to the man, who only walks off.

Inside the tavern, Izuku and Bakugo walk up to the bar. The bartender was a young man around their age. He had blonde hair and grey eyes.

Neito Monoma

(Quirk: Copy): This special power allows him to utilize a Quirk after coming into contact with its respective user.

“Welcome to the Tatooin Tavern. It’s Saturday, meaning our Fire Whiskey is half off. I am Neito Monoma. What can I do you for?” He says to Izuku and Bakugo with hardly any eye contact while cleaning a glass. “We’re provisional adventurers.” Izuku says, holding up his license for Monoma to see while Kacchan begrudgingly does the same with his. “Is there a Pro here we can meet?” Izuku asks, eyes bright with determination.

“Ha! There’re only two Pro here, but they won’t be able to help you out.” Monoma explains. “One is currently on his shift here and the other is currently wallowing in her own self pity. Try again next time.” Monoma smugly smiles, going back to cleaning the glass. “Why you stupid-!” Bakugo almost crawled over the bar to to other side and choked Monoma, but was stopped by a warm voice. “It’s ok, Neito. I can take them.” Izuku and Bakugo turned to see a young woman around their age.

Her hair was blonde and very long. Her eyes were so blue, you might have mistaken them for sapphires. Her dark green dress was so loose on her shoulders, but hugged her waist nicely, though a wrong swing at the bottom would have shown her legs. She also wore a singular brown glove on her right hand, and boots of the same color protecting her feet from the harsh floor.

“Are you a Pro Adventurer?” Izuku excitedly asks her. She smiles, showing him her own license. Her name shown on the license was Kairi Hirosa. “Have been for a couple years, now.” She says, pocketing her license. “Take a seat, both of you.” She says, taking a seat herself. Izuku and Bakugo take a seat on the other end of the booth.

“It’s good that you caught me now.” Hirosa says, taking a hold of her drink. “Any later, I would have already been out the door and you would have needed to go to the next tavern.” She explains, only to get cut off by Izuku. “You’re going on an adventure already?!” His smile got brighter, ready for whatever was coming. “Yes, actually. My father has been taken by villains. I would have gone after him, but my Quirk is useless against them. They’re planning on a large scale attack that’ll take fruition in a fortnight. They’re going to take all Quirks. My father is the only one who can stop them, but he’s been captured and I need to save him before the winter. If you two help me, I can ensure you get your official licenses.”

Izuku and Bakugo listen intently to her mission, silently thinking if they want to join in or not. Izuku was the first to respond. “Count me in!” He stays at the top of his lungs. “What about you, Kacchan?” Izuku turns to his friend, who was still thinking it over. After a moment, Bakugo finally speaks up. “Sure thing, Blondie. I’m also in.”

“Thank you both so much.” Hirosa softly smiles. “This means so much to me. We should be heading out. We have a few stops to make before heading to the villains hideout.” She says before finishing her drink.

Hirosa grabs her weapon and stands up from the booth, Izuku and Bakugo following her. “Kairi, wait!” The group turns to see a man slightly taller than them. He had blonde hair like Hirosa and Monoma. Are they all related somehow?

Mashiro Ojiro

(Quirk: Tail): This special power grants him a prehensile appendage that extends from his lower posterior.

“I can quickly finish up my sift and go with you.” Hirosa crosses her arms, playfully glaring. “Mashirao, you need this job. I can’t ask you to come with me.”

Mashirao Ojiro was a Pro Adventurer as well, but mostly spent his time working at a tavern with his cousins Neito Monoma and Kairi Hirosa.

“I’ll stay here.” Bakugo says out of nowhere. “The two of us can meet up with you guys after his shift is over. Besides, I need a drink.” The group discussed it more, eventually agreeing with Bakugo. Izuku would be going with Hirosa while Bakugo stayed with Ojiro.

“Let’s head out.” Izuku had a spring in his step, heading out to the door. His tracks get stopped by a wall of at least 7 heavy men blocking the door. “Fork over all the cash and there won’t be any problem.” The middle one announces to the entire tavern.

“Ok, everyone! Evacuate to the back!” Monoma says to the patrons while both he and Ojiro usher everyone to the back, leaving Hirosa and Izuku with the thugs. “Izuku, stand back. This’ll get nasty.” Izuku listens and heads to the back with everyone else, fully understanding that he’s legally obligated to listen to her.

“This is clearly your first time here, so I’m going to give you a warning.” Hirosa looks up at the thugs. “I protect this establishment from thugs like you. You can either turn around or I’ll make you so depressed that you’d wish you’ve never set foot here.” The middle thug laughs at her. “You’re just a tiny girl.” He kneels down to her level, mocking her. “What Quirk do you have that can stop us?”

Hirosa smirks. “I honestly don’t need to use my Quirk against you, but since you asked.” In an instant, the thugs feel their chests tighten and heads spinning. They all fall to their knees, tears spilling from their eyes. Tears were streaming from Hirosa’s eyes as well, but she wasn’t fazed. “Ok! Ok! We’ll leave!” They all yell.

Kairi Hirosa

(Quirk: Moody Dark): This special power allows her to change the mood of everyone around her to dark. The people around her crumple under the influence while she can still stand tall.

“Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.” Hirosa releases her Quirk, allowing the thugs to recuperate. “Before you leave, give me something that’ll make me forget this ever happened.” The thugs all rise to their feel, reaching in their pockets, all handing her different sizes of pouches before heading out the door.

“Crisis averted, everyone. You may come out.” Hirosa takes the pouches and puts them behind the bar, keeping a few for herself. Everyone fills the tavern and Izuku meets up with Hirosa. “Are you all ready to head out? Do you need anything else before we leave?” She asks him.

“I’m all good.” Izuku smiles, hands tightly clutching onto his own bag. “Good, let’s go.” Hirosa says, heading out of the tavern with Izuku close by.

This is chapter one. You can find chapter two here. Please send feedback if you see this.

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[yuichi-ro]

upper!kizuki!Character x gyutaro cw: third person, she/her pronouns used, violence/gore/cannibalism/abuse, sub!Gyutaro, service!top!Gyutaro, nsfw content, oral (f!receiving), vaginal sex, minor size kink if you squint, semi edited wc: 7.1k a/n: istg the two of you say anything....you know what two you are (≖_≖ )

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“O-Oiran Warabihime.” The slow walk back to her safe haven of a room before the sun would rise was impeded when one of the trembling young girls bought by the house stopped her in her tracks. The small thing before her all but shaking in her tabi. Daki looked down her nose at the young thing who seemed like they saw a ghost with the way she trembled, “Oiran- You- You have a visitor in your room already-”

“In my room?” Daki did not care to have her leisure work hours lap over to her work hours and to set her up with a customer right as everyone in the house knew she took her rest. Quickly the beautiful woman snapped in with sudden rage seen by a few too many of the other workers of the establishment. Yanking the ear up of the poor messenger until the skin threatened to tear from the girl’s very skull, “I will not be overworked you insolent ugly little piglet! Who gave anyone in this house permission to overbook me when I-”

“It’s a woman!” Through tears, the little girl struggled to lean up into Daki’s awful grip so as to not lose her ear in the sadistic woman’s inhuman grip. Blood trickled down to her lobe as did the tears running down her cheeks with her babbling, “I’m sorry  Oiran Warabihime! I’m so sorry! The master wanted me to tell you-”

“A woman?” Daki released her ear without warning. Her own sense of dread setting in as that could mean all but one thing. And yet she hadn’t been warned. She’d always been warned beforehand. This sewed the tightening seed of anxiousness in her stomach even as the child choked and sniffled at her feet.

Sniffling the little thing wiped her eyes on her kimono but staggered to catch her breath and stop the bleeding to her ear all too quickly blurting out her words, “I-I’m sorry  Oiran Warabihime- I know you finished for the night- The master took a large sum of money from this woman- I-I- I didn’t mean to-”

With a wave of her hand Daki silenced the girl, “Be gone.”

“Y-Yes ma’am!” That was all the little girl really needed to get as far away from the cruelness of the house's oiran as she could. 

Daki stood at the end of her hall suddenly alone on this level. Her very room down at the end to the left. The top floor. Biggest room. Wonderful view. Nothing short of luxury for the highest earner of all the oiran in the entertainment district. Yet with all the power she held here in this very town. Daki suddenly wished nothing more than to flee. Skin clammy and prickling with ripe goosebumps. She took a deep breath unable to smell the faint familiar smell that would tip her off to her visitor. If she couldn’t smell them, that could only mean one thing.

Plastered on her face was the same welcoming smile of any oiran when meeting a customer. Eyes closed as she stepped into the room thanking her guest for waiting for her. Daki made the mistake of opening her eyes before the door slid shut completely. A startle given to the cruel demon in disguise. For little she feared, the one thing she did was lounging in her room just as she dreaded. 

Nearly open kimono. Unwomanly posture with legs spread wide and just the thin bunched up material to cover her loins as the woman before her laid on her side looking up from the jewelry box that had been keeping her attention. Daki’s jewelry. Ransacked like the rest of her room when she took a second to look around. The demon cosplaying as an oiran lost her beautiful composure the second the unannounced visitor looked up from what she’d been doing.

“M-Ma’am!” Daki dropped to her knees. Forehead pressed to the ground. As low as she could bow short of burying her head in the sand. The lowest ranking of the upper six kisuki knew better than to feign anything but true subservience in the presences of Lord Muzan’s one and only second hand. Fearful of what this visit meant Daki couldn’t control the waiver in her voice, “W-What- What is it that brings you here ma’am? Lord Muzan, did he- did he send you?”

The loud click of the wooden box shutting. Eyes filled with nothing short of flesh fueled lust were drawn up from the cute little gifts Daki used to play dress up with. Even without meeting her eyes Daki still squeezed her fists tighter and pressed down obediently into the bow. This brought about a smile on the otherwise silent woman, “....oh Daki....”

Hearing her name drawn out made the lower rank kizuki lift her head. Assuming she was being addressed directly, the false oiran found her breath hitching in her throat when her eyes met the demon’s before her.

“Do you think Muzan controls every waking moment of my life?” The demon across from her asked amused with her choice of words to greet her with. Slowly getting up from her spot on the futon there was the sudden familiar scent of flowers that hit Daki. Had she smelled this scent earlier, she would have known who was visiting her at a time like this. Now there was no backing out. Attention drawn back to the woman before her, “Well, answer me girl.”

“N-No! No ma’am I- I don’t think Lord Muzan-” Daki was silenced in a blink of an eye when the monster before her crossed the room faster than she could see. Hand on her throat with a twisted grin Daki gurgled on her own crushed airway unable to say a word when the woman tightened her grip on her.

“That’s good. That’s a good thing for you to think in that pretty little head of yours,” Refusal to loosen the grip on the demon’s throat, she reached out and touched the caked-on makeup to Daki’s face. Tracing her nails down her cheek before setting the fellow demon on the ground as though it was a grand gesture of goodwill, “I’m not here for you.”

Unable to satiate the cough Daki was clawing at her throat with the residue of her crushed windpipe reformed in the seconds after she was freed, “A-Ack! I- Of course not- I’m sorry please forgive me-”

Flinching when she raised her hand again. Daki was all but head shy when the woman’s touch was delicate this time. Warm palm cupping her cheek firmer than before. Daki was almost lulled into a moment of peace looking on at Muzan’s strongest creation as well as the reason she was where she was now. But in that blink of serenity it was followed with grueling pain when Daki was forced into a headlock. One hand knotted in her black hair and the other gripping her shoulders. Daki cried out but she spoke over her.

“Where’s my dear Gyutaro? Are you going to get him?” She forced a strain on Daki’s neck with the threat of tearing her head clean off her shoulders, “Do I need to get him for myself you wretched little host?”

“No! No no no!” Daki bubbled up with tears in her eyes. Shaking her head feverishly even though she was at the demon’s complete mercy, “I- Gyutaro! Gyutaro will come out! Please- Please don’t rip my head off- Please I-”

Mistaken by the fact her pleas meant anything. The heavily muffled crack of Daki’s spine before it was followed by the wet tearing noise of her muscles and skin being torn from their home. Daki’s head was twisted off like the mere stem of an apple in the woman’s hand. Absolutely no effort when she ripped Daki’s head clean from her bloodied stump of a neck. Too startled to continue her sobs. Daki blinked, releasing she was looking at her body moments before it dropped to its knees with a heavy thud.

“M-My body-” Daki sniffled more like she’d dropped a sweet treat on the ground than had her head severed clean from her body. 

Yawning rudely she tossed Daki’s head down in her own lap. Bloodied stump of her neck weeping blood from where her body remained headless and still. Just to scramble and drool blood and spinal fluid onto the wooden ground when Daki’s body hurried to catch her own head. Cradling it gently in her own lap when the severed head looked up at the higher ranking demon above her with a tremble to her lip.

“He better come out soon less your arms look just as wonderful to twist off one at a time.” The tone of her voice returned to utterly flat and unamused seeing Daki still just sitting there holding her own head.

Before Daki could even open her own mouth. The section of neck where her head should have been connected began to bubble. Flesh expanding and turning black. Shades of green and something likened to an appendage erratically forming from Daki’s severed neck. Dropping her own head as the beheaded body was forced down as something similar to sludge emerged from her neck. Forming into limbs before it hit the floor. Birthed from her headless body came the gangled form of the real reason Daki had found her room ransacked.

“Oh dear....” Voice creaky and shaky as his limbs when he reached over to pick up Daki’s head, Gyutaro wiped at his little sister’s face while holding her head in his bony and gnarled hands, “Look what you’ve done. Gone and lost your head again...”

“B-Big Brother-” Daki’s teeth chittered together when she sniffled and motioned with her eyes to look at the visitor. 

“Huh?” Craning his creaky body over in Daki’s direction Gyutaro’s yellow eyes lit up seeing the demon who’d severed his little sister’s head in the first place.

“There he is-” Forcing Gyutaro to put his sister’s head back in her own lap. Gyutaro stood motionless as the woman grabbed his scabbed over face. Touch unlike what she’d laid on Daki. This was tender and the closest thing to loving he’d ever known in both human and demon life. So even with his sister’s blood on his hands Gyutaro couldn’t help but immediately sink his decrepit body into the touch of Muzan’s second hand, “My beautiful boy. When will you come with me? Instead of being cramped in that wretched little body.”

Though the huff from Daki drew part of his attention away. Gyutaro couldn’t focus correctly with the gentle strokes of her thumbs rubbing over his picked and bumpy cheeks like they were baby bottom smooth. He knew he was too ugly to look at and yet for the past hundred and twenty some years the demon holding his face looked at him with nothing short of admiration and desire. It was greedy to want but Gyutaro could only want more.

“My little sister...” was his meager attempt and shifting the attention. 

“Oh.” The woman said flatly. Still with Gyutaro’s face in her hands she looked past the green haired demon for a second to see Daki putting her head back on her neck as the wound sowed itself up, “That’s right.”

Daki, though fuming, still bent her head down when her head was back on fully, “Ma’am. I’m sorry.”

“Yes yes yes.” She waved Daki’s words off while stroking and petting Gyutaro like he was an enormous malnourished mutt, “I just simply couldn’t wait anymore to see my handsome boy.”

Though Gyutaro hated every one of those words from your mouth. When you said it they felt true even if he knew better when you left again.

“Daki.” She didn’t even look at her when pushing Gyutaro’s hair off his scab riddled forehead.

“Y-Yes ma’am!” 

“I’m hungry.” She said so frankly and stroked her touchdown Gyutaro’s face, “Go fetch me a few of those human’s you store.”

A look of discomfort crossed Daki’s face, “I- ma’am I can’t bring too many up here without being discovered if you would just come-”

“I said I was hungry.” The immense pressure came crashing down on Daki when the demon holding her brother shot her glare across the room. It was like the air was sucked from her lungs. Leaving her unable to breath properly even if she gasped like a fish out of water. Still the demon holding Gyutaro kept her gaze on her until releasing a gasping Daki and softening her look when looking down at Gyutaro pressed to her bosom, “Bring me a few humans. As well as bring some for your brother. A good little sister should be taking much better care of big strong brother’s like this one.”

Gnashing her fangs down on her lips Daki nodded without a word. She was the pride of the entertainment district. She was the most beautiful thing to walk these streets. It should be her in that lap. While Gyutaro looked all but uncomfortable in such a position. Daki didn’t wish to lose her head again in one night. Accepting what she was told to do and straightening herself up before stepping outside the room.

“Good. And-” The demon smiled as she twirled a finger in Gyutaro’s hair and refused to look up anywhere else but down on the monster’s face cradled to her breast, “-feel free to take your time. I want only the best of what you have.”

Gritting her teeth until they threatened to crack in her own skull, Daki couldn’t form a polite word for her superior. Only bowing and sliding the screen shut behind her as Gyutaro was left with Muzan’s second hand. 

“My sister-” Gyutaro waivered like he’d drug his thoughts out of a fog as soon as Daki was away from him, “You must forgive her- She’s-”

“ ‘-not got much going on in that skull of hers’, yes yes yes,” The higher ranking demon cooed with Gyutaro’s head still cradled into her bare bosom as she forced him to hunch over more than he already was. Fingers raking through his clumps of curly hair. Scraping his scalp here and there with more or less intensity when her razor sharp nails threatened to tear away the hide on his bony physique, “I’ve heard it all before. For the past hundred and twenty six years in fact- Sometimes little brats just need some tough love to reach their potential.” She stopped with her fingertips just barely at the edge of his hairline. Without warning she ripped his face up from the plush warmth of her exposed chest. Causing him to wince with those watery yellow eyes only for a moment. Reverting from her brutish move to cupping his scabbed over face between both silky hands. In fact even squishing his cheeks together as hard as she could without fracturing a fellow demon's skull. All so she could look on at Gyutaro with a look somewhere stuck between love and hunger as his pointed teeth peaked past his smooshed together lips and a bit of drool incidentally dribbled down his chin. The streak of saliva made her smile all that much more, “Just like I want you to reach your full potential Gyutaro. Remember, I let you keep your little brat of a sister. I could have let you both writhe and rot with Doma’s blood in you. But did I?”

Gyutaro looked up through drooping lids at the face he’d seen above him more times than not in his dreams as well as his own horrid reality. For every misfortune that had been thrusted up on him since birth. From his fragile disgusting human body to the writhing, starving and rotting demon he was now. He couldn’t help but bask in the sliver of fortune she gave him. Greedy for it even if it meant momentarily forgetting about his beloved little sister. After all, he was a good big brother who always protected his sister. The demon’s kindness before him was simply the reward he deserved after all the hell on earth.

“No you didn’t...” Gyutaro agreed but more like confessed with those eyes of his  fluttered shut. Nabbing him back close to her breast as those fingers no longer made their way through his hair. Instead Gyutaro remained utterly still as the scrape of her nails came closer and closer to the inky blotches spreading over the bridge of his nose. 

Birthmarks, illness, scars, scabs, who was to tell what the raised blackened skin was or had even been on the objectively hideous thing. And still as off putting as those were, she stopped her fleeting touch above those marks. Gyutaro would not open his eyes. Aware of what she would do as the game of tug of rope over the love and hunger in her eyes teetered only slightly over to hunger more. 

Those nails that once raked his scalp tenderly now dug themselves into his cheek. Piercing the skin until she hit bone. Gyutaro utterly silent save for the jolt to his body as the hack-ish job of ripping a chunk of his cheek out with the most black spots was performed with no warning at all. Twisting and yanking until the flesh gave way from the bone it was connected to. A cookie cut from the ugliest dough the small fistful of his flesh was released from his body when the last bloody string of muscle fibers snapped. Gyutaro opened his eyes to see her holding said piece of his body above him. Already the wound knitting itself back together under the moonlight. 

Sinking such pearly white fangs into the hunk of skin torn from his very body. She let the demon blood dribble down her chin as though the snack was but the ripest citrus. Gyutaro in a trance with each unhinged jaw dropping bite taken from the chunk in her grasp. Gnashing her teeth regardless of the blemishes or perceived awful taste of his flesh. An odd sense of enthralled joy washed over him staring at one of the strongest demons known to all devouring his very flesh like a beautiful treat.

“More-” She managed between the licks of her tongue between her bloodied fingers, “You just taste so good-” Her voice sung like a child hyped up on sugar for the first time. Gyutaro obliged. Tilting his head to the side exposing the rampant black scabs down his neck. The rest of him utterly limp when she reached a sticky bloody hand to the back of his head, to hold him still of course, and ran the other up his broad chest with her nose pressed to the crook of his neck. Gyutaro staring up at the room’s ceiling feeling calm and relaxed like none other. With urgency she pressed her nose into the crook of his neck and pulled him as tight to her body as she could. Lips dancing against his skin just as she drug her tongue along the picked at scabs on his neck and felt the clumps of flesh follow her hungry tongue, “Gyutaro-”

His name snapped him from his trance like lull but his body remained limp in her arms, “Huh?”

Worrying one of the spots of his deformed skin with her tongue until a flake of scab came off into her watering mouth. The demon shuddered with excitement and swallowed what she was able to peel off his skin while keeping the larger demon still with a bone crushing grip on him, “Won’t you come be mine. After your stupid little sister makes Lord Muzan happy? Won’t you be all mine?”

Lord Muzan....he had visited Daki not too long ago. Gyutaro stared up at the shadows dancing across the ceiling as he recalled the all powerful leader fawning over his sister’s accomplishments. Telling her where her spot among the upper six was only meant to grow. Once she secured a place well, it was as good as finding a wealthy man after all in his eyes. Gyutaro shuddered when he felt the trickle of his own blood down his collar bone. Followed shortly by her tongue running up his sickly flesh to catch it all in her mouth. Without fail consuming more and more of his disgusting body each passing second. While Gyutaro only wanted Daki to be safe and successful in any life they found themselves in, he wanted nothing more than to feel the greed of want by the demon holding him right now, day in and day out. The beast that tore at his flesh and devoured him like the most well prepared sweet. This was all he wanted for himself.

“Of course-” Gyutaro managed in a groggy whiny tone. Leaning more into her as her teeth sank into him for another full bite like the one from his cheek. He’d wince and tighten a little bit. But only for a second when the mouthful of flesh was torn from his body. Once severed Gyutaro’s body would proceed to heal with haste and fill him with pleasurable glee hearing her smack her bloodied lips with a piece of him and him alone in her mouth, “I want- To be apart of you-”

A simple fleeting laugh that was only made worse by the bloodied teeth in her grin. The demon that held domain over him was slowly getting her fill of one of her hungers. The other soon to be fulfilled too as the pandering to Gyutaro’s pitiful wants and needs was exactly what the both of them enjoyed hearing. She licked her lips from the disgusting meal of his body. With the hand that wasn’t entangled in his hair slipped further down his chest. From the broad tense muscle that only grew on his upper body. She touched further down to the sunken in bulge of what could only constitute his desolate belly. Empty and malnourished just like the day she taught him and his weak little sister how to acquire food from the very humans that wronged them as humans. That touch caressed over the crests of his sickly hip bones. Leathery skin all that clung to the demon’s skeleton and yet drove her to touch down further until the obvious bulge in his loose fitting blue pants. 

“And you know how you can be a part of me right now, don’t you Gyutaro?” She hummed softly in his ear. Fingers curling around the clothed shape of his cock. An immediate throb in reaction to her touch through his pants. Gyutaro’s distended empty stomach sunk in when he inhaled sharply. First fleeting forms of pleasure washing over his body after so long of not feeling any.

“Yes- Yes I do-” Gyutaro’s voice cracked just as he leaned into her touch. Raspy breathing increased just as the touch between his legs changed. 

What was just a brush of her palm against his cock turned into stroking him eagerly through the fabric. Room too dark to see the growing wet stain of precum on the dingy blue pants. The scent was still there as she remained in control of his senses. Gyutaro whimpered and rutted his hips up against her touch for more friction. Making the demon click her tongue and playfully shake her head.

“What a beautiful man. A handsome man.” She released the back of his head. Stroking him through his slacks as her free hand moved to cup his cheek. Gyutaro was already panting like mutt overdue for a breeding from the simple gesture of her hand on him. When she drew her thumb over his bumpy cheek the demon was able to momentarily rid his forsaken body of the blemishes he whined so loudly about. In the wake of her touch there would be clear skin. As smooth as a baby’s bottom. One Gyutaro could only dream of having. But as quickly as she transformed his homely body, the magic would disappear. Rippling and turning back to the scarred and picked at mess that was his normal skin. Rotten and disgusting to all that looked at him. He really was considered nothing short of the ugliest thing. And yet she licked her lips and leaned into him so her whispering words were fleeting against his peeling lips, “I like you just the way you are Gyutaro. Ugly and all. So won’t you fill my hunger? A hunger...only you can fix.”

He shuddered to think for a moment he was beautiful. That his skin was raked clean of all the curses of ugliness. How he wanted nothing more than to be infused with her power so he could always be beautiful. But in the rippling effects when his flesh withered and returned to its normal state. Gyutaro felt an immediate rush to the words she spoke. They could be fake. They could be lying. In the moment he could not tell and only wished to hear more of the praise she had to give him.

“Yes. A million times yes-” Gyutaro pushed his frame into her. Taking to her neck like a greedy mutt sniffing things out. His scabs and scrapes raked across the delicate skin of her neck as Gyutaro hungrily kissed and licked the porcelain perfect skin. Salivating at the feeling of her flesh under his tongue. Never ready to bite. Drooling over her as he peppered every inch of the demon in lavish kisses until his attention caused her kimono to drop completely from her lax shoulders. 

With disgusting hands cupping her breasts Gyutaro flicked his thumbs over her puffy nipples. And without missing a beat latched his toothy maw onto them. Washing her over entirely with his tongue. Wet nasty streak marks of his spit trailing from her nipple to the rest of her breast as Gyutaro hungrily and hastily put his tongue on every inch of her that he could. Much like his reflexes, his actions were made quick as well.

One moment he was swirling his tongue over the hardest part of her nipples. The next he was dragging his tongue down her belly button until he hit hair. Saliva seeped from the corners of his mouth as the intoxicating taste of skin filled his senses and she was all he could see. Gyutaro stared down at the spread open kimono no longer hiding an inch of the demon before him. Breasts spilling to the side as she laid on her back with a grin. Legs apart with the invitation of her pubic hair to bury his nose in any time he liked. Gyutaro at moments like these never felt such a conflicting series of calmness and nerves as he did when she visited. Making him wish once again that he could be a part of her and forget about everything else in his miserable little life.

Just as hungry as she was when devouring that bit of his cheek. Gyutaro returned the favor with staunch starvation. Mouth fully engulfing the demon’s cunt. Lips spread only by his tongue as he drugged it up her slit. Finding the right flavor when her juices washed over his tongue and Gyutaro’s nose was tickled by the mound of hair above it all. Those same sad drooping eyes quickly looked up at her just as she reached down to lace her fingers through his hair.

“My handsome Gyutaro.” She cooed without missing a beat. Eyes on him and only him. Just ensuring that his tongue worked effortlessly over her clit. Framed perfectly between her thighs Gyutaro clawed meagerly at her thighs with the lightest scratch marks when he pressed his nose harder against her naval like he couldn’t get enough of it. Wanting her juices to pour into his mouth each time his tongue slipped down towards her slimy entrance. The potent flavor of her juices all but the strongest when he would lap them up from the main source. 

Like most of the things in his mind though, Gyutaro grew fixated on one thing and one thing alone. This time her clit. No longer dipping his tongue down erratically when he felt like it to lap at her entrance in the throws of his feast. The demon could not take his tongue away from the throb of her clit against the tip of his attentive tongue. Paired with the erotic fulfillment of her moans above him spewing nothing short of angelic praise for him and him alone. There were no words to his muffled hungry moans against her cunt but in his mind that was musical praise he so longed to hear as his thoughts raced to her and her alone. Leaving him hungry for more of it even as he gorged. And like a starved glutton he got just that. Tongue washed over with a burst of new juices when her peak was reached. Gyutaro rutted his face into her cunt best he could with the death grip on his hair holding him in place. Screams of pure pleasure ripped from her agape mouth. Certainly loud enough so the entire establishment could hear. And yet as her orgasm hit its peak and she breathlessly screams about how good he was doing, Gyutaro couldn’t care in the very moment if they were found out by mere humans. For he’d slaughter the entire house if his rightfully deserved praise was to ever be interrupted like this. 

“Ah~” Like a freshly open drink the demon above him released his hair with a soft content sigh. Changing the death grip back to the soft carding of her fingers through his clumpy hair and the careful stroke of his face. Gyutaro lifted his face from between her legs, encouraged by her tender touch. Grinning like an ugly fool up at her even if anything from his nose down was smeared in glistening juices. She reached down and wiped her own juices from the rough skin of his cheek. Gyutaro’s meager moan of approval when he leaned into her touch just to follow the simple gesture. He was so awfully cute this drunk on a thing as simple as praise. She pressed her wet digits to his lips. Scraping past Gyutaro’s pointed teeth to allow his tongue to lick them clean of the excess scraped from his cheek, “Big handsome man, you always make me feel so good.”

Mouthful of her fingers Gyutaro could only nod eagerly at her words. Eyes popping open though the nursing on her fingers didn’t cease. Gyutaro followed them as she drew her hand up. Causing the demon to crawl over on top of her. His shoulders blocking out the sight of the ceiling above but his cute little malnourished hips coming to rest against her core. Still throbbing from the attention she received, it would not end here.

Reaching down and hooking her fingers under Gyutaro’s rib cage, she drug him up further. Far enough now that he loomed over her. Hair falling around his ghastly features and with his still clothed cock now correctly pressing to her bare cunt. Just when she curled her fingers a little deeper into his diaphragm Gyutaro moaned around her fingers. 

“Such a masochist and for what...” She relieved his mouth of the fingers diving down his throat only after she was certain they were clean to her liking. Popping them from his mouth Gyutaro’s drool seeped out from the corners of his mouth leaving him with a dumb and dazed expression lost in his own inability to think farther than getting the next tidbit of attention. Cooing almost cruelly at his stupid expression, she linked her legs around his nonexistent waist and yanked the lower half of his skeleton against her core, “You feel that?”

“Yeah-” Gyutaro croaked from the surge of pleasure of his cock being mashed between his own frame and the lushness of her core.

“You want that don’t you?” 

“Y-Yes-”

“Big strong boy. Beautiful boy...you’d do anything in the world for it, wouldn’t you?” Each word making the grin on her lips curl more and more with devilish delight for his neediness.

Quickly Gyutaro nodded, unable to keep his hips from rutting against her core. A demon was nothing but carnal desires for the things humans tried to repress. He was no different as the temptation of burying his cock within her velvety walls grew each passing second.

Leaning up into him, arms linking behind his shoulders to bring him down as well. The demon sunk her teeth into his cheek. Not about to tear another chunk from him but holding him within her mouth as the blood seeped down her tongue and back of her throat. Holding it long enough that Gyutaro mewled with a painful moan. Either from the bite refusing to regenerate or perhaps the cock straining against his ratty blue pants. Whatever it was made the cutest noise as she giggled holding him down to her as he teeth sunk deeper into his cheek. Just deep enough until they hit bone. Only then did she let up and released him. Gyutaro’s blood dripped down on her cheeks as she smiled up at him. Slowly stitching up the skin of the bite mark even now that a couple of drops stained her skin under him.

“Come now,” She drew her fingertips along his jawline and savored the way he went weak just for a simple touch, “Won’t you have fun with me tonight?”

The frenzy that ensued was in a whirlwind of desperate kisses. Gyutaro sucked at her bottom lip just as she giggled and didn’t give him the satisfaction of a full kiss. All while working with no effort to slip his pants down his crested hips just to arrange him at her entrance. The heat of her silky insides doing nothing short of inviting him to plunge every inch he had into her. Gyutaro sunk himself down to the hilt in her warm, twitching cunt walls. Croaking and choking on his moans with his head tipped back as the demon under him lunged up just to sink her teeth back into him. This time his throat with no remorse. The vibrations of Gyutaro’s moans against her teeth as she chomped down harder on his throat when he rutted his already deep cock that much further into her. No regret when he bottomed out with his tip kissing her cervix with leaking precum. 

Room emanated with growls as the passion continued. Anyone with the misfortune of standing outside the screen door best do the right thing and wait it out instead of interrupting them.

Gyutaro, panting, snapped his hips into her. Walls squeezing his cock for all it’s worth before plunging back inside her with reckless thrusts. His blood poured from his neck and each time she let go of his flesh the wound would heal just for her to sink them back into him. Drinking up the blood spilling across her tongue just as much as the thrusts he was forcing her entire body to jiggle with.

“That’s it! Don’t stop!” Voice drowned out by the majority of skin slapping against one another. Or the purely sopping noise of Gyutaro driving his cock back into her soaked core. Neither stopped to care what might be heard. Instead she tipped her head back and drew his face into the very crook of her neck that she repeatedly bit on him. Gyutaro pathetic panting hot and sticky against her skin as she laid under him with legs linked tight around his hips so he couldn’t pull out too far, “Oh you’re so big- So big and strong- Mmmhm my Gyutaro!” 

“Yours yours yours yours-” Gyutaro’s slack jaw muttering his chant in time with his hips. Consumed by the feeling of his cock being milked by her ever tightening walls. As well as the delicate touch that felt like it was consuming more and more of him each passing second. The arms around his shoulders. The legs linked around his malnourished hips. 

Suddenly no one but the demon under him mattered. Not even his poor little sister was forced to sit outside the room subjected to the sound of it all. 

Consumed by the demonic pleasure Gyutaro didn’t even realize what he was doing before his jaw unhinged for him to lurch forward and sink his fangs into her flesh. Tasting the sweetness of blood burst into his mouth like a sudden sunrise. Gyutaro felt almost faint just as her walls tightened around his cock in the meantime. Dragging his length out of her with the flutter of an orgasm forcing her to clutch onto his lopsided body. Gyutaro doubled down on his bite and his thrusts. Growling with a mouthful of her blood as she tore her nails down his back leaving blood in their wake. Screaming louder than before with wild abandonment with a blessing of another orgasm on his veiny cock. Gyutaro was short to follow after such a show from his visitor. His ugly little face contorting in pleasure just as his body trembled above her. Absolutely taking more of a bite out of her as he snarled like a beast weak for that very moment. Gyutaro sucked in the gush of blood over his teeth and tongue just as his cock twitched within the depths of her walls.

Cum spilling against her cervix. Only to be driven harder into her with a rutting motion of the demon above her milking himself drunkenly. Gyutaro dragged his cock through his own cum as he pushed it back within her. Soiling her already perfect cunt with a load that overflowed around his base and leaked down the both of them. It wasn’t until Gyutaro was left trembling above her did the demon release his jaws on her shoulder. One big sigh from his frame and he fell limp on top of her. Utterly useless save for the kitten licks he was mindlessly giving her shoulder even after the wound had healed.

Silence fell on both of them as Gyutaro lounged his body on top of her. Savoring the post orgasmic bliss with the wonderful feeling of her fingers scraping through his hair all over again. After all that and he couldn't even open his eyes the second the screen door slid open after a few seconds.

“I-” Daki sat before the door with her hands in her lap and eyes directed down making sure to not look in at what hedonistic fun had just been had in her absence, “I have what you asked for ma’am I-”

“What? Oh, right,” The demonic mistress that had just taken her brother from her looked up with Gyutaro tucked under her chin and his cum dripping out of her all for the weaker younger sibling to see, “I’m not hungry. Leave them.”

Daki panicked knowing leaving a human body would get her caught, “Ma’am please I-”

“I said leave them.” She shot a deadly look across the room at Daki. It forced the kizuki to seize up under the woman’s immense power. Her body trembled as the lingering glare was enough to make a trickle of blood begin to seep from the corners of Daki’s otherwise flawless mouth, “I said leave it. Or would you like to be on the menu as well?” She doubled down on the pressure applied to the woman across the room. Daki couldn’t even cough up the blood flooding her lungs as her superior took out a blind rage on her.

“B-Brother-” Daki managed to squeak out as she looked up for help from the listless figure of her brother in the woman’s grasp. Where he laid utterly relaxed as his little sister of all people was being shredded from the inside out right in front of him. 

“Hmm?” The demonic woman slowly carded her fingers through Gyutaro’s hair. Looking from him up at Daki now clearly fighting back the tears as only blood dripped from her sealed mouth, “Oh Daki dear, he’s very busy.” She grinned as she drew her delicate touch through his hair and stirred a mindless moan from Gyutaro’s body against her own, “You have the rest of this rancid human fuckhole feeding out of your hand, so stop being such a snot nosed little brat and let your big brother have some fun with someone who loves him.”

Her words burned as much as the hold she held over her body. Tears welled up in the corners of Daki’s eyes moments before she doubled over coughing. Blood splattering on the floor and into her lap. Daki tried to clasp her hands over her mouth but failed. Just throwing up blood into her palms as she’d been released from the death grip on her. It took a moment for her to stop coughing but the tears wouldn’t stop. Through blurry eyes she looked over at Gyutaro getting his face peppered in kisses against his nasty unkempt skin. It filled the younger kizuki with so many emotions but the only one that bubbled up above the rest was anger. 

Before she could act on it though Muzan’s second hand stopped her dead in her tracks. Once more seized in the simple glare of such a powerful demon. Daki was stupid but she still understood this woman could rip her to shreds and worse of all take her big brother from her in the blink of an eye. So as her anger boiled over Daki submitted. Lowering her head until she was released again. Coughing her blood onto the floor as she bowed down with her head down low so she could no longer see the disgusting nature of her brother entangled with the demon. 

“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry ma’am.” Daki pressed her forehead to the ground, stewing in her own emotions. 

“I swear. I don’t know what Muzan sees in you fools,” Her voice was not soft as it was with Gyutaro. Still Daki wouldn’t raise her head. Staying submitted to the stronger demon as it was meant to be. Smiling to herself as the stench of Daki’s drying blood on the floor boards excited her. As well as Gyutaro stirring from his momentary daze. She knew there was much more fun to be had before things would drag her away from her favorite demon. For now though the beast salivating for more of the ugliest demon known to humans would indulge in the two residents of the entertainment district. After all this was where one would go to have all the fun in the world. The perfect place for a demon to take everything they wanted and then a little more.

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[automeris-io-moth]

Rescue

Ore shone bright under the light of the fire inside the cave, settled deep into the stone on the floors and the walls, high where it was dark and only the shimmer was of the gold and the copper.

It grabbed Other Hero’s attention, not as something otherworldly it would’ve been in any other situation, but as something threatening, as something that made them feel small and vulnerable and out of place. It was the purpose of such after all, the caves could only be comfort for those who had found home in it.

The monsters. 

“And what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Other Hero?” the King asked, voice calm and controlled, something none thought could be utter by such a presence. 

“I’m here for Hero, and I’m not leaving without them.” they answered, pretending their voice hadn’t shaken when they spoke. 

“Oh,” Villain exclaimed, lifting a brow from up their throne, they looked down at the other, they look majestic, in an horrifying way, in a way Other Hero could not describe with words, they irradiated light from their own self, as a creature of the deep “I believe it’s a little late for that, don’t you, Other Hero? Almost five seasons have passed.” 

“I hadn't been informed until very recently of their whereabouts, as you can see I made this travel alone,” they answered, aiming to imitate that way of speaking of the high lords and priests, perhaps that way they could make themselves look less afraid.

“And why would you think that after all this time, they’d want to go back with you?” the monster asked, leaning back against the throne, “Or more importantly, that I would allow them to?” 

Other Hero swallowed, face heating up in nervousness, hands trembling behind their back. 

“Let me talk to them,” they demanded, “I want to see if they’re all right, if they're safe.” 

The monster lifted their head, brows rising in question, in curiosity. Not unexpected, to say, not exactly, but very amusing still.

Hero was going to be pleased, they had spoken about keeping one. 

“Very well then,” the monster smiled. “I’ll show you the way.”

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Part two

Part three

Masterlist

So it's a little short, but I wanted to try a little of this corrupted Hero thing and see how it goes, plus I think this time of year has a good vibe to be pretty spooky, I hope you like it :)

(btw sorry for my disappearance this past week, I got sick as soon as I finished finals and I've been miserable for a few days, but I'm thinking about doing a week-long writing challenge just to get back on track once I go through everything I missed this week, idk.)

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