#w: sky set to burst

[peeponastick]

Touch My Soul, Pt. 2

Domme!Reader x Virgin!Uchiha Itachi  

Word count: 3.6K

Rating: Explicit NSFW 18+ Minors DNI

cw/tw: fem!reader, porn w plot skip to the diamonds for smut you horndog, name calling? (Hidan being an asshole, calls Itachi crow boy lmaoaoao), sappy and romantic, pining?, one bed trope heheh, hand kink, scent kink?, dry humping, corruption kink, praise, exhibitionism, breast & nipple play, cum play, ball play, dirty talk, cursing, use of pet names (sweet boy, good boy, etc), masturbation, not super intense BDSM D/s dynamics (reader is def a switch), inexperience & virginity loss (Itachi, let me cook), multiple orgasms, creampie.

Synopsis: Part 2 of Touch My Soul, (Pt. 1 here). Itachi is just a lil' nervous baby. The more time he spends around you, the more he doesn’t know what to do with his growing feelings. When you find yourselves in an unexpected situation, you take the wheel, ruining him for anyone else.

I really appreciate the love I got on my first-ever smut（╹◡╹）♡ (Yuji fic here). Wanted to follow it up with another kinktober addition, featuring one of my other beloved anime men.

I’m on a subby men streak rn and no one can stop me!!! Hope y’all enjoyyy <3 <3 

It was late that night when you heard two gentle knocks on your door that made you jump, butterflies fluttering deep in your stomach knowing it was Itachi at your door. The rest of your fellow Akatuski members surely had gone to bed already, making it the safest time for the two of you to meet alone. 

You hurriedly grabbed the nearest piece of clothing, slipping into your light pink satin robe that deliciously slinked off your curves, pausing in front of your floor-length mirror to wonder if it was maybe too much before shaking off your anxious thoughts and rushing to answer the door. 

You swung the door open to see Itachi, brows arching in surprise to see you in such a different light. “I- uhh,” he stammered as his eyes betrayed him, trailing down and back up your figure to drink in the stunning display you unintentionally put on for him. His cheeks burned red as he realized how indecent you must’ve thought he was being.

“I-I’m sorry, is this not a good time?” He nervously scratched his head, eyes darting around anxiously in an attempt to not ogle you any more than he already had. You had to admit it was adorable, seeing someone who seemed so composed and mature acting like a nervous schoolboy. 

“No, no, come in!” a smile on your face that you were unable to stifle, “Sorry, it’s just those robes we have to wear all the time are so uncomfortable, I’m out of them the second I can be,” you laughed lightly. He followed you into the room, guiltily indulging in the sight of your body from behind. 

As you cleared some space on your bed, he stood observing and admiring all the little knick-knacks and oddities you had scattered around your room, his eyes setting on a small ceramic figurine of a cat.

You sat on your bed and pat the spot next to you, signaling him to sit. He hesitantly approached, “You, uh, sure you don’t mind me sitting on your bed?” a sheepish smile creeping across his face. A giggle burst out of you, realizing how things could be misinterpreted. 

You shook your head, “It’s not safe to talk here,” you reassured him in a hushed tone, “I’ll use my jutsu to transport us into my soulscape, where we can talk further.” Itachi’s nervous energy dissipated and he sat beside you on your soft bed. 

Once again, you weaved the hand signs of your special jutsu. This time, you took Itachi’s hands and placed them on your shoulders before touching your forehead to his. He did his best to ignore the rush of blood and tingling nerves he felt being close enough to smell the sweet scent radiating off your skin.

You both were transported into your soulscape, where Itachi began taking in his surroundings in awe. You stood in a field of wildflowers under a cotton candy-colored sunset, an early-rising crescent moon in the distant sky. The magnificent colors lit up his visual field as he processed all the information flooding his senses about who you were and all you’d been through. 

He turned to you, an enchanted look of admiration in his deep brown eyes that made your cheeks burn, feeling flustered with vulnerability. You had never shown anyone your soul before and having someone see into you with such love was a foreign concept.

You cleared your throat, preparing to explain the inner workings of the Akatsuki, the intel you’d gathered, and the plan you were preparing to enact now that you had the piece you’d been waiting for– an ally strong enough to help you carry out the downfall of the Akatsuki and Madara himself. 

After that night, you found yourselves in each other’s room to strategize quite often, mostly in the late hours. The snickers from the other Akatsuki members rumored the two of you had begun dating and were trying to hide it. 

One night when Itachi was leaving your bedroom, gently closing the door behind him, he turned to find Hidan standing menacingly against the wall wearing a look of disgust.

“You’re always scurrying out of her room in the middle of the night, huh crow boy,” he sneered.

Itachi’s eyes blazed crimson “And what business do you have lurking around her door?”

Hidan scoffed and walked off, muttering his hateful thoughts about the two of you.

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The more time Itachi and you spent in each other’s presence, the closer you became. Though you’d only known each other a short while, there was a mutual, deep understanding of one another’s souls.

He had never felt this way before, heartbeat nearly pounding out of his chest anytime you sat close, your hand accidentally brushing against him sending sparks through his body. Having to pull himself back down to earth every time he listened to you talk, getting lost in your sparkling eyes, every flutter of your full lashes hypnotizing him further. 

He had without a doubt fallen for you, almost certain the feeling was mutual. His perceptive eyes picking up every quick glance you stole at his lips, the way you blushed anytime his attention was a little too focused on you. 

He wanted more than anything to make his move, for you to be his, but all his years of being a high-ranking shinobi had never really allowed him time for relationships. How could he ask for something he had no idea how to do? And worse, he thought, someone as beautiful and amazing as you shouldn’t settle for someone like him. 

He knew you’d already seen him inside and out and accepted him fully, his sordid past somehow not making your opinion of him falter. But still, there was the matter of his inexperience, or rather, lack of any experience at all adding to his insecurity. 

On a night you had gone to his room, your planning and discussion went on longer than usual. Upon releasing your jutsu, Itachi stood up to find a paper he wanted to show you. You wearily sat on his bed, drained from casting your jutsu for so many hours. As he rummaged around his room, your eyelids grew heavier and heavier, body lightly swaying before you admitted defeat to your fatigue and laid yourself down on his bed, the sight of his back growing blurry as the comforting smell of his bedding pulled you in. 

He turned around to find you asleep, curled up with a sweet, peaceful expression spread across your face. He hummed affectionately, pulling the blanket over your worn-out body. He paused, staring at you for a moment, smiling to himself as he envisioned what it’d be like to have the gift of seeing this every night, before tossing a pillow on the floor for his makeshift bed. 

Your eyes blearily opened, “Whaa-what’re you doin’?” your voice croaked, still half asleep. 

His head tilted inquisitively, “I just, umm, figured I’d sleep on the floor so you can be comfortable,” he replied with a kind smile.

You outstretched your arms for him, drowsily shaking your head, “Noooo way, this is your bed,” you lilted in an almost child-like manner. His eyes grew wide, brain short-circuiting as he realized you were okay with him sleeping next to you. You impatiently waved your arms around, ushering him to come soon as sleep was calling your name. 

Itachi hesitantly approached, crawling into bed beside you trying to awkwardly maintain a respectful distance. You turned into his broad chest, nuzzling up to him with a faint smile on your face as you drifted back to sleep. His muscles tensed, heartbeat deafeningly pounding in his ears at being so close to you.

Focusing on his breathing his body eventually softened, looking down at you and feeling pure bliss. He had dreamt of this moment so many times, he couldn’t believe it was really happening. Wrapped up in the warm feelings, he soon followed you into sleep. 

Several hours later, Itachi woke to an unfamiliar stirring in his pants, tired eyes blinking with confusion at the pressure he felt repeatedly nudging his pelvis. His breath hitched as heat flushed his entire body at what he saw. 

You had flipped sides at some point in the night, your back now against Itachi’s chest as you pressed your ass into him over and over again, grinding against his growing bulge. You were dreaming, soft whimpers leaving you every time your hips connected with his in your unconscious state. He couldn’t help himself from wondering if you could be dreaming about him, ears ringing at every angelic sound you made. 

He fought with himself, feeling guilty for not waking you immediately, but he couldn’t help it, every rock of your hips into him sent divine pleasure rippling through his entire body, his cock becoming uncomfortably hard in his pants, even with such little stimulation. He closed his eyes, fully indulging in the moment for a few more seconds before he lightly tapped your arm. Noticing, in his heightened arousal, how soft your skin felt under his fingertips, how the heat of your sleeping body projected your intoxicating scent.

You were deep asleep, unresponsive to his gentle touch. He took a deep breath, collecting himself before he tried again, this time tapping a little harder, “Y/n, hey. Wake up y/n,” his deep, gravelly voice rasped in your ear. Your eyes opened slowly, “Hmmm? ‘tachi?” your sleepy voice squeaked, “Wass goin’ on?” you rolled back against him, looking up at his flushed face with confusion. 

Your mind shot awake, finally processing what an intimate position the two of you were in, “Oh shit! I’m sorr–,” a small gasp left your lips as you noticed his eyes dark with lust, feeling the growing bulge between his legs pressed up against your ass, “Fuck.”

Heat bloomed across your cheeks, suddenly overcome with heady arousal, the masculine and fresh scent of his skin and bedding sending pulsing shocks to your clit. A gentle moan slipped past your lips as you slowly resumed grinding your hips against him. 

He breathed deeply, his nimble hand acting on its own, trailing down the curves of your body to grab onto your hip, “C-Can I touch you here?” his voice hoarse with arousal.

“Uh-huhh,” you breathily moaned. 

His hand needily latched onto your hip, pulling you in closer, both of you feeling a magnetic pull between your cores. You rolled your hips together, the pace quickening as you began losing yourselves in the intensity of the moment. 

His breath fanning the shell of your ear from behind, you drank in the sounds of his gentle gasps and moans, breath growing ragged at the overwhelming pleasure he felt. His vision going hazy, he tucked his head into the crook of your neck as he began humping you frantically, his carnal senses controlling him. His large hand gripping you bruisingly, a strained moan dragged out of his chest as his orgasm suddenly exploded out of him, coating the inside of his pants with copious amounts of cum. 

You smiled sinfully, turning over to face him but he avoided eye contact, his cheeks burning bright red as he tried to catch his breath. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t believe I–,” his brows furrowing with embarrassment, “I’ve just never done anything like this,” he quietly admitted, innocent eyes anxiously scanning yours. 

A switch flipped in you. 

You hummed, tenderly stroking his warm cheek with your hand as your eyes fell to his lips. You smiled affectionately, “I know, sweet boy,” slowly bringing your plump lips to his, pausing a breath away, smile tinging with deviance as you looked deep into his eyes, “just watch me," you whispered against his mouth before pressing your lips to his. His lips parted with a shaky moan, kissing you back hungrily. 

Rolling onto your back, you began tracing the hills and valleys of your curves with your hands, stopping to indulgently squeeze your breasts, massaging your hard nipples. He swallowed hard, his sharingan eyes watching your every move, burning the moment into his memory.

Your hand snaked its way under your shorts, fingers dipping into the wet heat between your thighs, letting out a soft moan as you ran a finger over your swollen clit. You looked into his eyes, biting your lip as you began pleasuring yourself. 

He moved his hand to gently brush a stray hair out of your face, wanting to have a clear view of your features twisting with pleasure. Your head turned to catch his fingers along your open mouth. You wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking on it as you looked up at him wantonly, eliciting a deep groan from his chest. You released your lips with a pop as he began messing your pout with his thumb, relishing in the sensation of your luscious lips beneath his fingertip.

He looked at you, eyes glazed over with lust, before passionately cupping your face and kissing you deeply as you continued playing with your pussy, thighs shaking and body tingling with heat as you rubbed firm circles around your clit.

Itachi was devouring you with his eyes, your body and mind buzzing with electric arousal at being watched so intently. 

“You can touch me, it’s okay,” you purred between breathy moans, reading his mind. You grasped his hand, guiding it up under your shirt to cup your full breast, “Like this.”

A whimper left Itachi’s lips as his warm palm connected with the delicate skin of your breast, exploring your body with fervid curiosity. Squeezing the plush flesh and ghosting his fingertips over your nipples, you moaned in delight. 

You began feeling the sizzling electricity of your building orgasm, fingers rubbing faster and tighter circles around your pulsating clit. Waves of white-hot pleasure washing over you as you rocketed into your climax, the feeling of Itachi's clothed cock, hard and eager for you again, needily pressing into you sending you over the edge. 

You collapsed with a pleased smile, taking a moment to catch your breath before sitting up unexpectedly, motivated and ready for more pleasure. “Itachi– off, please,” you demanded, needily tugging at the waistband of his black sweatpants. He hurriedly lifted his hips to pull them down, fumbling as he tried to yank it off his leg not wanting to delay a second longer, then grabbing the back of his black t-shirt’s collar to pull it over his head.

His length stood fully erect, no longer restrained by his pants. His body was heavenly, like a carved-marble depiction of a god. Pale skin covering his chiseled, lean muscles, marred with battle scars. His cock was so pretty, the perfect length and girth for a delicious stretch, bulging veins dancing along the sides, messy with sticky, white cum from his previous orgasm, and throbbing with need.

“Fuuckkk, you’re so big baby,” you licked your lips, mesmerized by the sight as you wrapped your hand around his length and began stroking his cock, using his cum as lube. 

His body heaved at the sensation, a choked whine leaving his lips. He let out a small gasp as you thumbed his glistening slit, “Such a pretty cock,” you cooed, dropping your other hand to massage his heavy balls. His eyes rolled back momentarily in ecstasy, he could cum again just from the way you spoke to him. 

You brought your hand up to lick his cum off before crawling over him, breasts brushing against his lean chest, hips arched seductively. Itachi laid there panting, so overwhelmed with arousal he couldn’t do anything but let out needy moans as his wildest fantasy unfurled in front of him. You lightly dragged your lips along the ridge of his ear, breathing lightly against it before kissing the tip of his earlobe.

“Mmmh please let me feel you inside me baby, pleeeease?” you moaned against his skin, kissing along his sharp jaw and down his neck, “Don’t you wanna know how good my wet pussy feels wrapped around your cock?”

A shuddering moan left his chest at your provocative words. You looked up at him, siren eyes hypnotizing him. He nodded enthusiastically with a dazed expression, pupils blown wide with lust, completely drunk on arousal– mind floating out of his body.

“Y-Yes, pl-pleasee,” he hiccuped, struggling to process that this was happening to him in real life. 

“Hmmm good boy,” a devilish smile on your face, “just lay back and let me make you feel good, okayy baby?” 

You got off him, standing up and turning around to teasingly pull your shorts down, giving him a front-row seat as you bent over seductively, sliding them off at a torturous pace, exposing your lace-covered pussy from behind, a sweet little whimper leaving his lips as he saw the wet spot from your orgasm. Pulling off your shirt to reveal a matching bra, his brain malfunctioned at how exquisite you looked. 

You then began languidly pulling your panties down, revealing your decadent pussy to his eyes. “Ooohh my–" he gasped, "oh my god,” feeling the pulse in his erection as it twitched with desire. You flashed him a confident smile, fingertips dragging up and down the curves of your body, feeling his dark eyes on you, memorizing every touch and squeeze.

Seeing his eager cock, precum leaking from his tip and dribbling down his shaft, you licked your lips, pussy fluttering in excitement at the thought of being stretched by him. Crawling on top of him like a feline stalking her prey, you drank in the sensual power you felt as you locked eyes with him. 

You captured his lips in a sweet kiss, “Ready sweet boy?” you confirmed. He was more than ready for you, breathlessly watching your every move in anticipation of what came next. Your juicy pussy hovered just above the head of his cock, so close his sensitive tip could feel the heat radiating from between your thighs. He hazily nodded, head foggy with such unimaginable lust and desire he didn’t know was possible to experience.

You slowly began sinking down on his cock, both of you releasing depraved moans, delighting in the heavenly sensation of his thick cock sliding into the hilt, burying deep in your soaking wet pussy. Your hands splayed on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall as he experienced the sinfully wet heat of your pussy for the first time. 

“Fuuuuckkk y/n, oh my god!” he cried out, he gripped the sheets with white knuckles. You gave him a moment, a sultry twinkle in your eye seeing him squirm in unbearable pleasure beneath you. 

You began riding him, the tight walls of your pussy squeezing his engorged cock as you slid him in and out, strained moans leaving his chest. You reached down to grab his hands, bringing them up to place on your waist as you bounced up and down on his dick. 

“How does that feel baby, hmm?” your voice pouring out of you like honey. He winced in unbearable pleasure, “S-So, fuck–” struggling to respond between panting moans, “sooo f-fucking good” he sobbed.

Everything was too much, too good– the unbelievably gorgeous sight of you on top of him, breasts bouncing, the way your tight pussy was milking his inexperienced cock. Heat pooled in his lower abdomen as the pressure at the base of his cock began rapidly rising. 

He looked up at you, eyes flashing with anxiety. He was too enmeshed in the moment to find the words, but he knew he was going to cum quick. Sensing his urgency, feeling his cock twitch inside you, you leaned down to kiss him.

“Want you to cum inside me,” you purred against his lips, “want you to fill my pussy up, pleasee.” Your words rattled around his brain, the tether binding him to reality snapping. 

Every fiber lit aflame with pure ecstasy, his mind went blank– only a singular motive, his primal need to release himself inside you. 

His arms flexed as he wrapped them around you, pulling you in closer to his chest, fingertips digging into your skin as he began pounding your pussy from below. Sounds of two feral animals ravishing each other echoed off the walls as you simultaneously reached climax, his thrusts growing sloppy as he stuttered his hips up into you. 

Obeying your command, he plunged his length into you as deep as he could, strangled moans reverberating in his chest, cock spasming as he began pumping ropes of his thick, hot cum into your pussy in amounts he had no idea he was capable of producing. 

“Oof-fuckkk!” you mewled, “Feel so full, such a good boy,” you praised, your hand pressing above his cock, near the point where the two of you were fused as one. You rubbed his lower abdomen, tossing your head back in pleasure at the erotic sensation of being stuffed so full of his cock and cum, overwhelming warmth spreading through your core. He whimpered at your words, cock quivering as your pussy clenched around him, not yet wanting to unsheathe his sensitive length. 

You collapsed against his solid chest, both of you sweaty, panting messes holding each other in a loving embrace, completely drained from cumming multiple times. He closed his eyes, a satisfied smile on his face as he ran his fingertips soothingly up and down your back as you pressed kisses to where your lips met his skin. 

“That. was. amazing.” his smooth voice blurted, his ability to form coherent sentences returning to him, “Thank you so much,” he leaned his head down to press a meaningful kiss to your forehead. You giggled, endorphins flushing your system making you feel giddy with love, you could stay like this with him forever.

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If you read this far, thank you so muuuuch I luvv you!! ♡♡♡

#kinktober #kinktober2023 #kinktober uchiha #itachi x reader #itachi smut #itachi uchiha fanfic #itachi x y/n #itachi x you #uchiha itachi x reader smut #itachi uchiha smut #itachi x reader smut #itachi uchiha #naruto shippuden smut #itachi uchiha x y/n #uchiha smut #uchiha x reader #uchiha itachi #uchiha x reader smut #uchiha itachi x reader fanfic #sub! itachi #itachi uchiha x you #uchiha itachi x you #itachi headcanons #naruto shippuden fanfiction #itachi fic #sub anime men #sub anime men smut #he may have done horrible things #bUT AT LEAST HES SELF AWARE AND REMORSEFUL #which is more than i can say about most men so i will defend him till the end of time

[averagemorrowindenjoyer]

LU headcanons 3 cuz I need to get my thoughts out of my head

-Warriors flirts w his friends as a joke, and nosey people will think he's being fr. So of course the only rational thing to do is harass him at bars.

-He hates the flirting, but loves the attention. He'll go out w a fake wedding ring so people will stop flirting with him. That doesn't stop them, of course, but it makes less people do it.

-Legend hates when his hair is pink, but Ravio thinks it's cute.

-Twilight always has the biggest, dumbest smile on his face whenever Malon compliments him and says she's proud of him. Same thing when Time does it. those r his parents guys

-Wild watches people sleep.

-Time was mentally screaming and crying when he saw Wild pull out Majora's mask but he acted calm.

-Time was probably tweaking tf out when Twi almost died cuz of the message that sheikah slate gave him. he probably cried in a corner once or twice when he was alone

-But now that Twilight isn't dying, he's still hella worried cuz then that means someone else is gonna die

-Not a lot of the chain know about the fierce deity's mask. The ones that do know abt it don't know exactly what it does, and Time will not be telling them anytime soon.

-Ravio may be a coward, but if he has no other option he's beating ur ass. with a big ass hammer

-Legend will go to the nearest shelter if she ever detects a storm brewing

-One time Legend was lost in a storm and couldn't find the other so she broke down like any sane person 💕💕

-Twilight is actually the sweetest person ever idk why he looks so mean

-Hyrule eats rocks

-Wild had a little sister that he lost to the calamity.

-Hyrule doesn't think, he just acts

-Legend has never told anyone about the cheer outfit, and probably never will. If he ever gets caught with it on, she'll probably cry 💀

-Sky LOVESSS LOVEESS Sun so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so much

-Four isn't in love w Dot, he only sees her as a friend.

-I know Jojo said that Shadow Link isn't canon to LU, but.........shadow and four are boyfrien-WHAT WHO SAID THAT

-Warriors had ptsd from wars

-Legend loves to cuddle but he will never admit it

-Wind fell asleep on Malon's shoulder once because she sang him a lullaby. She carried him to his bedroom later while he was asleep. Her heart bursted with pride and love as she set him down on the bed.

-Malon sees all of the boys as her sons. She desperately wants children if u couldn't tell. and she deserves some

-Legend and Fable will pull pranks on annoying old people for fun

-Everytime Malon looks at Twilight she sees her and Time's future. She is especially motherly to him out of all the boys.

-Twilight pretends he doesn't feel immense joy when she is near him. but he does

#legend of zelda #the legend of zelda #linked universe #albw ravio #lu wind #lu legend #lu wild #twilight lu #lu time #lu ravio #lu warriors #lu twilight #loz #loz ravio #lu malink #lu malon #lu chain #I think of Malon's and Twi's son and mom relationship all the time #malon linked universe #malon x time #linked universe time #link

[jxsterr]

im having some post totk zelink thoughts and i need to get them out rn

- they obviously have mad separation anxiety after it all that isnt even debatable they are not to be separated under any circumstances or they’ll throw up

- link still has rauru’s arm idc argue with the wall healing his arm was LAZY

- zelda taking link to some of her favourite places that she saw as a dragon

- some of them are high in the sky so they compromise by sitting on the edge of a sky island thats close enough

- zelda experiencing using recall on a fallen piece of sky island and being both terrified and invigorated

- they cling to each other (lest he let her fall Again)

- link commisions sayge to make zelda her own paraglider and they fire themselves out of the skyview towers to get to islands they cant w recall

- zelda’s wildly laughing the whole timw

- link looks at her like she hung the stars in the sky

- he takes her to courage island to show her one of the steward constructs

- shes almost crying from how cute it is

- she asks it a million questions about how it works, what its like to run this challenge, literally anything else about it

- “hey zelda check this out”

- he’s at the top of the island. zelda’s staring in awe and horror

- link shows off with the glider set and beats the record he set before

- she’s suitably impressed, though she has to ignore the gnawing feeling in her stomach ab falling

- link’s proud grin snaps her out of it

- zelda insists link joins her in taking a picture with the steward construct

- it clinks happily and zelda nearly bursts

- they both decide to conquer their fear of falling by standing at the ledge of the island, glider sets on (link Also had a set commissioned for zelda. she isnt surprised at how much money he has), hand in hand and they leap Together this time

- zelda’s screaming and laughing and link is laughing too

- their grip on their hands is Tight

- both of their hearts are beating out of their chests but the view of hyrule is just so breathtaking that it momentarily overshadows their fear

- link pulls zelda to his chest and she holds on

- he deploys his paraglider and sets them down gently in the grass (even though the sets are impact proof, but one fear at a time)

- their hair is messed up and wild but they’re grinning and laughing and holding each other and maybe everything is okay

- they go home and link cooks hylian tomato pizza. he thinks about taking her to the great sky island tomorrow

- plus…… the lily pads are fun to jump on….

#zelink #zelda tears of the kingdom #zelda totk #princess zelda #loz zelda #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #totk link #loz link #link #zelda #zelda x link #zelda and link #zelda botw #link botw #breath of the wild

[sugar-plum-writer]

The Serene Peony Of Winter

Paring: Sukuna!King of Curses x Fem!Geisha Reader

Tags: Slight! mention of violence; Fem!reader; Sukuna!imagines; will be 18+ as more chapters come; slow!burn, [I want to have a good build up!], an ancient Japan romance through time with darling reader~

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CHAPTER - 5

Orange, red, and brown lights emerged and merged with- the soil- the trees- and the sky. Blending- melting- drowning like the sun. Walking barefoot down the mountains, carrying a bamboo basket with firewood as the sun set. You were walking until- a big hand covered your mouth from behind choking you.

You kicked, screamed, and yelled but no voice came out. With a thud your body was knocked out cold and unconscious on the ground.

"Wake up!" a sharp piercing voice echoed "W-where am I?", looking up, your dirt-covered face as blood trickled down the corner of your mouth "Hmm…not bad you found quality goods", a lady puffed her pipe gazing at you

"Girl"

Leaning in she grabbed you by the jaw "You are no longer who you were, your parents have sold you for money- from now on…I own you you will call me Oka-san", you coughed as the scent of herbs entered your nostrils.

Tears trickled down as you felt your reality shatter- many girls in your village were given away it was common whenever famine broke out, they had no choice, - life was worse than death.

Your whole past was stripped away- you were trained to be the perfect Geisha. From tea-making to smiling, everything, even your hand movements. Having to suppress your emotions, dealing with men, and your family trauma. But all you were told-

"At least you are not a street whore, abused and thrown away abandoned. Be grateful, not to be living like that", with a snicker as the Oka-san puffed her pipe.

Many times you dissociated- and imagined stabbing, ripping everyone to shreds as you brewed tea, you needed an outlet, but none existed- as you danced under the blood moon, with ghouls and corpses consuming your mind. Reality distorted, bleeding from your brain came out insects of darkness creeping and crawling all over your skin eating your hollow body.

"Erase myself from existence"

With that thought you separated yourself from reality living in a third-person perspective, and were used for all your worth by all.

Lost

"What?", the atmosphere was very gloomy, the creepy crawling cruses that hung all over the room previously - could not even be seen

"They did all of this to you? Used you, betrayed you, sold you, and threw you away?", The sharpness in his tone and voice made you lower your head further

"Yes, it was-", you nodded as you felt tears trickle down your eyes emerging from your heart down to your soul, "My life before though was dire at least I had my parents- but- they are all dead now, first years in the Okiya house- were worse than a nightmare", you curled up as memories of past stained the ground rolling down your eyes.

Without another word, he threw a scroll toward you

"Write"

"Wh-What? What should I write?", opening the scroll you looked at him bewildered as tears filled your eyes.

"Y/n, the names of people who hurt you, don't ask too many questions", rather than a menacing look, it was chilling cold- so much anger that rather than throwing hands- he threw you an executioners list.

"What- what are you going to do to them!?", feeling your heart sink you couldn't help but lash out. Throwing the scroll away, "It's not like I can get justice!?"

He burst out laughing

"Honey, I am justice", looking into your eyes with a smirk, "Whatever I do and say itself is justice", he leaned in with a grin and whispered breathily near your ears-

"I will drag justice from the depths of the Earth and Heaven- dropping it in your lap"

Stunned you looked at him lips parted in shock- not knowing why- but for the first time in years- you felt a sense of adrenaline and thrill, your brain and body elated- all shackles gone.

"What is the price ?", your hands holding onto the scroll nervously as you looked at him biting your lips

"You Y/n, give yourself to me, and those who make you wail, I will erase them all "

That night the Sanzu River descended onto the Earth, making Higanbana bloom and it became your resting place- under the blood moon as it rained blood.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

Sitting as you gazed out from your window, hair flowing down, still- peaceful like a painting. So serene, so red, eyes holding whispers of the devil. Screams of people echoed around you as dead bodies littered the ground, some chopped, others limbs and bones ripped out with guts on fire.

Tap

"You are not asleep yet?", with a grin he walked in

"No, it's too noisy"

"Shall I rip their mouths out then?", wrapping his hands around your waist, he snickered

"Or their throats, your pick Y/n", he caressed your thighs

"Both sound, horrible, how about none", turning around you gazed at him

"Then…shall I drown out the noise?"

"I ask…one question"

"Still you have more questions?", he rolled his eyes

"Why…do you love me? If you were not the King of curses or see curses, would you still be able to see my pain?", looking him in the eyes as you took in a shaky breath

"Why? it's simple, I love you Y/n, do I need a reason? whatever gives me pleasure is mine", pressing his body against yours- leaning in he kissed your neck with a bite

"As for pain, even if you were blind, just your shadow is enough for me to know your soul"

His body was the Sanzu river to drown yourself in, a still water to rest in, his eyes guiding you to afterlife and heaven- his hands being the home for your existence "So tell me, does my answer satisfy you? Will you touch yourself for me Y/n?"

Footnotes: The Sanzu river is part of Japanese Mythology, the Japanese believe that before reaching the afterlife, the souls of the deceased must cross the river by one of three crossing points: a bridge, a ford, or a stretch of deep, snake-infested waters. The weight of one's offenses while alive determines which path an individual must take. Footnote: Check out masterlist for all chapters!

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[thekissofaphrodite]

can u write a chris rodriguez x reader who is a kid of dionysus and she uses her perks to spend more time with chris like scheduling their quests and duties tg and stuff without his knowledge

I'M HERE TO SERVE ONCE MORE SINCE MY MAN CHRIS ISN'T GETTING THE ATTENTION HE DESERVES.

Invisible String

Chris Rodriguez x Daughter of Dionysus!reader

Summary: One single thread of gold tied him to you.

Warnings: Kinda stalker-ish behaviour (You can't blame the reader. she's too lovesick </3 )

Author's Note: I'm slowly finishing up my inbox! I do hope you guys like this MWUAH! 💋

——

"Daddy, please! Let him take archery with me!" You begged for the fifth time this afternoon, While your father sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, bringing a can of Coca-Cola up to his lips.

"Sweetheart, I can't do that. Didn't you already do stable work and Cabin cleaning with him? Not to mention, he's your partner for the Chariot Race this upcoming week!" Dionysus retorted, You were his favorite daughter, Yes. But sometimes he have his limits.

"But I never did archery with him, I wanna do archery with Chris!" You whined like a baby. Maybe this is a little bit too much. Setting yourself up accidentally with the boy you like may seem weird, but you just wanna spend time with him! After all, your dad favours him, besides who couldn't resist his dark curls and sweet smile?

Dionysus then thought for a moment, you gave him puppy eyes, and you knew he couldn't say no to his precious girl.

"Fine.."

You squeled.

"But hey— You won't be sitting next to him in the Hermes Table every dinner for a week! Your siblings needs company and—"

But before he could even finish his sentence, You left.

——

With a bow and arrow in hand, you strided through the archery area where campers gathered all around, Either flirting with the Apollo kids or practicing their skills.

You went behind Chris and tapped his shoulders, smiling widely as he greeted you.

"Hey Chris!"

He turned around and saw you, your hair in pigtail braids, Ever so beautiful.

Your presence to him was like a thousand rainbows appearing above the sky while the dark clouds vanished after a heavy storm.

"How are you doing?" That's was all he managed to say after staring way too long at you.

"Fine, Now that were together" you winked at him jokingly, Sending him blushing.

"You know, I think we're meant to be together" Chris said, It was supposed to be a joke, but the neutral tone of his voice said otherwise.

"W—why do you think that?" you whispered.

"The Fates pulling us together every time? I think that's enough proof" He chuckled to himself.

"So you're kinda admitting that you like me?"

It was Chris' time to be flustered.

"No, I mean yes— I like you—But, That's not what I meant—"

You were now grinning, arms crossed while you chuckled at Chris' flustered expression.

You gave him a peck on his cheeks, The Hermes boy froze while a tint of red blush spread on his cheeks.

"It's no problem if you do, I'll have to say that I feel the same way"

Sprinting as fast as you could away from the archery area, you looked back and saw Chris Rodriguez blushing madly.

——

There was an accident that happened.

Apparently, helping short tempered children from the Ares cabin was a bad idea.

You were now sitting on the infirmary while a grumbling healer patched you up, mumbling incoherently something along the lines; 'Stupid, Clumsy Children'

When the healer tightened the medical gauze around your wound, You hissed a little, The healer shot you an annoyed look before rolling her eyes, She then tightened the gauze more.

"Excuse me— Uhm, I can do it" You insisted, taking the roll of medical gauze away from the healer.

The Chariot Race was today, and Chris would have to find another partner.

Disappointment ran through you, The chance of being with was now back to Zero.

The door in the infirmary then burst open, Revealing Chris with a worried look on his face, The healer scowled and pointed angrily at Chris.

"No Visitors Allowed, Boy! You can visit your pretty girlfriend later! I'm tired seeing you disgusting teenagers rub legs together and stick their tongue down eachother's throat here! This a clinic, not a motel!" Chris looked at you, You gave him the same; Wtf look.

"Uhm—"

"We're friends"

The healer snorted.

"Yeah, right. 'Friends' Once I leave, I know some things gonna happen" The healer stormed away angrily, Chris rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled softly.

"That took a turn"

"Yeah..."

"Are you okay? Your legs, I mean"

You nodded.

"Just a small fracture...Are you okay without me?"

He smiled.

"I didn't participate" You turned your head to him so quick that you almost gave yourself a whiplash.

"What?!"

"I figured out that it's best to look after the girl I like than join a lousy race"

The world stopped. Your breath hitched, and your eyes never left his. You're begging the gods to slap you awake, pour ice cold water onto your face to help you wake up, because this is definitely a dream. Is this real?

There was silence. The steady heartbeats were the only thing that you could hear before Chris cupped your cheeks like a delicate porcelain vase, "Can I kiss you?" He asked. You never nodded so fast in your life while you felt his lips touch yours.

The kiss was slow and passionate, Chris kept his hands on your cheeks, rubbing it with his thumbs. It wasn't long before the door slammed open, revealing a wide eyed, Furious healer who yelled;

"OUT OF MY INFIRMARY! DISGUSTING TEENAGERS!"

A/N

Hey hey! A chris rodriguez fanfic for you all since yall are sleeping on MY MAN.

More Fanfics to come!! <333

©️

#percy jackon and the olympians #thekissofaphrodite #xy/n #chris rodriguez #andrew alvarez #Dionysus!reader

[undertheopensky]

Feather Dreams

Whumptober Day 2: Delirium

Characters: Wind, Sky, Warriors

Read on Ao3!

Wars insists he doesn’t snore. Wind knows better. He’s worse than the old man, and Time once snort-snored so loudly it scared a small flock of birds out of a nearby tree. Time, of course, slept right through it, and so did Warriors, because he’s not as light a sleeper as he thinks he is for anything short of metal-on-metal chiming.

Point is, if there are any monsters around, they’re not going to go undetected, but Wind’s not too concerned about that. Anything that hears Wars snoring is going to assume it’s a hinox and steer clear. Wind being on watch is more to make sure the fire doesn’t go out. It’s cold up here.

Time doesn’t like having the younger members of the team on watch, but they’re low on options. Hyrule had to use way too much magic helping Legend take down that lynel, and everyone is exhausted after days of marching through a snowy wasteland. It’s not even fun snow, as Wind discovered when trying to make snowballs. They need as many functional people as possible, and sometimes that means Wind takes a watch shift, much to his delight.

There’s just something exciting about being up so late, when all the adults try their damndest to keep him going to bed on time. He’s a pirate. He spent weeks alone on a one-man sailboat, and sometimes that meant staying up all night using the stars to navigate or fighting a storm. Like, he gets it. He’s small and cute and sets off big brother instincts. He is a big brother, he gets where they’re coming from. But when trying to protect him means they’re hurting themselves, well, then Wind has Opinions about it.

Aside from Certain Snoring Persons, tonight’s been quiet. There’s no insects here; too cold, Wild said. The crackling fire is the loudest noise, underlaid by the soft sounds of sleeping people. Steady breathing, when it’s not drowning out by the snores. Cloth rustling as someone rolls over. A faint whistle that might have been Legend and might have been a nearby owl.

Wind frowns. And a soft, steady whine, like someone close by is in pain.

Quietly, Wind picks his way around the campsite, tracking the whine back to its source, and finds Sky with his face tight in hurt or fear.

He kneels by Sky’s shoulder. Don’t want to get smacked in the face, so no leaning over; just a light shake should do it. “Sky. Wake up, Sky.”

Sky doesn’t stir. And sure, they like to tease him about how he can fall asleep anytime, anywhere, but he’s not — he doesn’t sleep deep, not like Wars does. He should have jolted awake as soon as Wind touched him.

He shakes harder. “Sky, c’mon. It’s just a nightmare.”

The whine cuts off and for a second Wind thinks he’s awake, but Sky just — makes a gulping sound, an odd stutter-step in his breathing, and then just stops.

Ten seconds. Twenty.

Wind starts shaking him again. “C’mon Sky don’t do this to me —”

Sky sucks in air, strained and rattling, and whines again.

He’s — he’s not awake. His eyes aren’t open, and are half-rolled back when Wind checks. Every now and then he whimpers on an exhale, like it hurts. He also won’t wake up no matter what Wind tries.

Sky’s breathing hitches again.

“No no no don’t do that again — Sky please you’re scaring me —”

“Kill them, bring them back,” Sky says, strangely clear, “Blind them, maybe.”

Wind freezes.

Sky’s breathing goes back to being short and shallow, almost panting. He’s shaking, Wind realises distantly, little bursts of full-body trembling. He’s clearly — asleep, or unconscious, or sick, but he’d spoken so clearly —

This was officially beyond Wind’s ability to deal. He needed an adult.

Okay, something going wrong on watch. It wasn’t monsters, so he didn’t need to wake the whole camp. It wasn’t rain, so he didn’t need to wake the whole camp. It wasn’t fire, so he didn’t need to wake Time to put it out.

Okay, focus.

Problem: can’t wake Sky.

Does Sky need to be woken?

Sky whines again, wispy and cracking like he’s in terrible pain.

Spooked, Wind’s shoulders inch towards his ears. That was an unequivocal yes.

Someone not waking up… was a medical problem, right? That was why they kept waking people when they had concussions, to make sure they could wake up.

Warriors it was!

Wars is, as always, a nightmare to wake up. Wind doesn’t actually want to wake the whole camp, so he’s restricted from anything that involves shouting (either him or Wars), which pretty much only leaves shaking him as hard as he can.

“Wars wars wars wars wars wars wars —” he chants, quietly, trying to listen to make sure Sky is still breathing behind him.

“Mgh. You fucking gremlin.” Wars doesn’t even have his eyes open but Wind is still relieved beyond bearing at his voice. “Whadyou want?”

“It’s Sky,” Wind hisses, “I can’t wake him and he’s breathing funny and he keeps saying stuff!”

Wars cracks one eye to glare at him. “Mrrrgh. You woke me up because Sky talks in his sleep?”

“Wars I’m serious —”

“Pour me into a dead sheep and toss me to the moors,” says Sky, still in that eerie, too-clear voice.

They trade horrified looks and scurry over.

Wars immediately sets about looking Sky over. “No fever,” he mutters, “increased heart rate, increased breathing —”

Right on cue, Sky stops breathing.

Wars makes a strangled noise of horror and dives for Sky’s pulse. Wind starts roughly shaking his shoulder. It had worked last time, right? “Sky, wake up, please!” Sky’s head lolls back and forth with the force of it, limp and unresponsive, until finally —

Sky gasps.

Wind slumps back in relief.

“That is not normal.” Wars checks Sky’s temperature again. His frown deepens. “How long would you say this has been happening?”

“About, uh —” Wind cringes as Sky starts to make that horrible pained noise again, then tries to remember the question. “Maybe, um, ten minutes total? I tried to, to wake him before I tried to wake you, and — and I would’ve noticed him doing the gasping thing or talking before that.”

“Okay, good.” Wind bites his lip. Wars’ expression is too grim for ‘good’.

Wind watches him pick up Sky’s hand, and dig a nail into the space between thumb and forefinger. Then, when that doesn’t get a response, he pulls back the bedroll so he can scrub the hard side of his knuckles up and down Sky’s sternum through his sleep shirt.

Sky’s eyelids flutter. But he doesn’t stir, and he doesn’t wake.

“Whisper, whisper,” he murmurs. “Whisper soft or the mermaids will hear.”

Warriors swears quietly and covers him back up.

“Wars? What’s wrong with him? He’ll be okay, right?”

Wars’ face goes tight in the way that means he’s trying not to have an expression. “The delirium without fever, the lack of response — those aren’t good signs. If we’re lucky, he’s been poisoned.”

“But… what do we do for poison?” Wind’s experience boils down to ‘don’t eat things you don’t recognise’ and ‘if you get acid on your skin wash it off immediately’.

Wars stands to get something from his pack, and Wind notices for the first time that he’s in socked feet. He hadn’t so much as paused to grab his boots.

Somehow, that’s when it hits him just how serious this is. Sky could die.

“Wars?” he says in a small voice as he comes back holding a bottle of potion and the Chain’s last fairy, “he is going to be okay, right?”

“We’re not losing Sky to this, sailor,” Wars swears. “Not if I can help it. Now, help me hold him.” Wars hauls Sky into a sit and unstoppers the potion bottle.

Wind reaches to steady him. “But potions can’t fix poison.”

“No, they can’t cure poison, but they can fix the damage poison causes. Sky’s lasted this long. If we can keep him alive long enough for his body to clear it out, we’re in with a chance.”

But whenever he’s not muttering strings of dark nonsense Sky’s jaw is clenched tight. He mumbles something about blood and locks up again before Wars can get more than a few drops onto his tongue. And getting him to swallow is an exercise in frustration. “Sky, work with me here,” Wars pleads.

Sky hums and rolls his head into Wars’ shoulder. “If you’re going to run, you better do it fast.”

“Why? What are we running from, Sky,” Wars tries to prompt.

“Death walks in his wake,” Sky says, and there’s an odd, lilting sigh in his voice that makes Wind sit up anxiously.

This time when Sky gasps, he chokes on it. His whole chest heaves and his hands scrabble in his blankets, and Wind stifles a terrified sob.

“Hhnngwars? Wind? Wassgoinon?”

That’s — that’s not at all the clear voice he was using before. He’s breathing, breathing properly now, deep and hard like he’s been running, and blinking bleary eyes at the two people crowding his bedroll. Wars’ face brightens with hope. “Sky, drink this.”

Dazed, Sky takes a sip, only to splutter and shove the bottle away from his face. “Wha — Wars! Why’re you — we’re low on, we don’t have, why are you giving me this?”

“Just drink the potion Sky. We don’t know when you were poisoned so I’m not taking chances — do you know when you were exposed, did you get an injury fighting that lynel you didn’t tell us about?”

“Can I have more than like five seconds to wake up before you start peppering me with questions?” Sky begs, head in hands. “Please?”

Wind bursts into tears and flings himself at Sky.

“I was so scared!” he wails. “You wouldn’t wake up and you stopped breathing and you kept saying scary stuff!”

Sky pats his head clumsily. “Sorry, Wind. I promise I’m okay. Wars — Wars put that away, I know what it was. I’m not poisoned.”

“Poisoned? Who’s poisoned?” asks Wild. The commotion has finally dragged him to groggy wakefulness, and he’s not the only one stirring at Wind’s hysterical sobs.

“No one’s poisoned. C’mon, Wind, calm down for me.” Sky wraps a clumsy arm around him so he can rock him a bit. “Deep breaths. You’re gonna scare the shit out of everyone.”

“You scared the shit out of me!”

Legend jerks upright with a snort. “Wha? Why’s Wind cryin’?”

“Golden Goddesses,” Sky mutters.

Wild squints across the stirring campsite. Notes the unused healing items, Wind sobbing on a bleary-eyed Sky, and visibly decides not to panic. “Y’know what, I’m gonna make some tea.”

Some minutes later, the whole camp is awake under the stars, mugs of tea in hand and sporting various expressions of confusion.

“Why am I awake?” says Twilight.

“We had a medical emergency,” says Wars. He still hasn’t put his boots on. “Hoping Sky can shed some light on it, because that was damn scary. Sky?”

“In my defense,” Sky says into his hands, I’ve slept in dormitories more than half my life and never had a complaint, so. I didn’t think to warn you.”

“Warn us about what?” Time says.

“It’s, um.” Sky scratches an itch at his collar. “So. Bear with me. I was dreaming. We were walking along a long, long bridge, very tall, made of grey stone, over deep water that was a long way down. In front of us there was an old fountain, covered in moss and lichen, and when we got close, a pair of lizalfos jumped out. Wild was expecting them and took them both out with arrows.” He pauses, briefly, eyes flitting to check their reactions. No one interrupts. “Then… there was a roaring sound, and the air got really hot. And then this — it was so big it broke the fountain when it landed, this massive black dragon landed in front of us. But the proportions were wrong. It had a huge, heavy body with a long thin tail, and three heads crowned with fire each on a long neck —”

“Gleeok,” Hyrule and Legend both say at once. Hyrule waves Legend to continue. “Giant dragon with multiple heads that spits fire,” the veteran says. “Not common.”

“Well it was definitely huge. All it had to do was spin around once and I think everyone was thrown from the bridge by its tail. But it was so hot that hitting the water was almost a relief, except… we weren’t safe there either. There was something in the water with us, and we had to swim quietly, but we had to get out as fast as we could. So we made it to an island in the middle of the lake, and we were safe from the lake, but there was still something — wrong. Something hunting us.”

“Did the gleeok come down after us?” asks Wind from where he’s still curled into Sky’s side.

“No, the dragon didn’t follow us. It was just this little island of sand and rock, and… there was something bad there. Something empty.”

“What happened then?” Time prompts.

Sky shakes his head and looks up from the fire. “I don’t know. It ended there.”

Wild is frowning, more curious than anything. “That’s a near-perfect description of my Lake Hylia, bridge and fountain and island and all. But — we haven’t been there yet. Have we?”

Sky shakes his head. “No.”

“Then, how did you…?”

Wrapping the edges of his sailcloth a little more firmly around his shoulders, Sky tries for a smile. “Um. Sometimes… when I dream… I see things that haven’t happened yet. And they do happen. I dreamed it before the portals started, and when Zelda — my Zelda — right before my adventure I dreamed of the storm that made her vanish.”

“Hm,” says Time, with an air of dawning comprehension. “Prophetic dreams.”

“Yeah.”

“So why did Wind and Wars freak out about it?” asks Twilight, still grumpy.

“Well, when I’m having one of those dreams, I can’t be woken, not until it’s over. And, um. I swear I didn’t know about the rest, Pipit’s never said anything —”

“He stopped breathing a few times,” says Wars. “And said some pretty dark stuff. At one point it was ‘pour me into a dead sheep’ or something. I was convinced you were delirious.”

Sky gets a peculiar look on his face. “What’s a sheep?”

“Ooh I know this one,” says Wild, digging for his slate. “I have a photo, hang on — it’s these things.”

“Hm,” says Sky, looking at the fluffy cloud with horns and a face. “I definitely saw those in a dream once, but had no idea what they were.”

“You didn’t know what the gleeok was either,” says Legend. “So it’s all just… contextless?”

“Yeah.”

“That doesn’t seem very useful.”

Sky laughs, and relaxes for the first time since waking up to terrified faces and the bitter taste of red potion. “It’s really not.”

“Yeah, what was that about poison before?” Wild asks.

“There’s not a lot of things that will make someone drop into a sleep they can’t be roused from, combined with — delirium, with a fever,” Wars explains. “Poison was the most likely, considering we’re constantly coming across new and terrifying monster variants.”

“Well.” Legend throws back the last of his tea like a shot. “Sky’s fine, and I’m tired. Unless there’s something else, I’m going the fuck back to bed. Everything else can wait til morning.”

“He’s got a point,” says Wild. “We still have a long way to go to Snowfield Stable tomorrow. Wind, you should go to bed too — it’s nearly time for my watch anyway.”

Wind opens his mouth to complain — he can take the full watch, for Din’s sake! — before glancing at the moon. It really is close, and honestly, as the last of the adrenaline fades and Wild’s sleepy-tea kicks in, he wants nothing more than his blankets. Except, that would require getting up, and Sky is warm, and —

He squeaks indignantly as Sky flops down and deliberately drags Wind with him. “Sky! Lemme go!”

“Nope. You woke me up. Mine now.”

Sky snuggles into his hair and flips up the edges of the bedroll to block out the chill. And Wind wants to complain, he’s not a little kid, he can sleep in his own damn bed —

Sky is warm, and solid, and breathing. He’s okay. He’s safe.

Wind deliberately ignores the loose grip that he could escape from if he really tried, and closes his eyes to the sound of Wild humming.

#linked universe #lu wind #lu sky #lu warriors #lu fic #whumptober 2023 #this was NOT supposed to get so long #thanks sky #skies writes #WAIT FUCK #I FORGOT TO TAG #totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom spoilers

[inactive3x3]

"i love you !"

-> prompt: their reactions when you tell them"i love you"

-> genre: fluff

-> warnings: none!

-> characters: kaeya, diluc, wanderer, zhongli, tartaglia

-> pronouns: none/gn!reader

~ kaeya

“why all of a sudden?”

he pressed a chaste kiss on your cheek, nuzzling into you gently with a small, breathy laugh. 

“am i not allowed to tell my boyfriend i love him?”

“no,” he hummed, pulling you even closer to his chest. “i like it when you say that. it’s just so random.”

you giggled, “are you gonna say anything back? i feel quite sad. you're not returning my feelings"

kaeya gave you an incredulous look, and he laughed at your pouting face. his laughter spurred yours, and soon enough, you both broke out in giggle fits. kaeya could swear his heart leapt when he heard your laugh. especially if he's the reason behind it.

“i love you too,” he gently cooed, breath slightly labored from laughing. “so much.”

then he hugged you close and put his weight over yours, making you squeal and fall back on the couch. he peppered you with kisses as you laughed, exchanging "i love you's" like it was your last.

~ diluc

"i… i love you too."

he takes hold of one of your hands in his gloved ones, heat radiating from his palm that made you smile. keeping a delicate hold on you, he brings your hand up to his lips and presses a lingering kiss on your palm. the hand that was holding yours shifted, his thumb touching the place his lips once were, caressing the spot on the back of your hand gingerly.

your heart burst from your chest, "diluc…"

he gave you a devious smirk, lips inches from your hand, "getting shy?"

"n-no…" you shivered when a cold breeze flew past you, your other hand holding diluc's coat – that was draped over your shoulders  – tightly, trying to shut out the breezy night.

"let's head to bed now," he suggested. "it's quite late, and it's getting colder."

you nodded, and he led you away from the balcony inside, hand in hand so you both could get ready to dive into the warm covers until dawn broke. 

after you both got situated in bed, he pressed a kiss to your temple, "i love you."

you gave him a cheeky smile and kissed him on the lips, "i love you too."

he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek and held you close as you both fell into a wonderful slumber.

~ wanderer

"such meaningless words."

"i just wanted to say something nice for once. all we ever really do is insult each other."

he let out a sigh of annoyance, turning away from you to sort out his words. when he turned back to you, his cheeks were slightly tinted red. "demoting our feelings for each other to such a lowly set of words… you sound just like those sappy people in books."

your heart skipped a beat, how he indirectly proclaimed his undying love for you. you chuckled, "then how else do you want me to tell you how many feelings i harbor for you?"

he scoffed, then laid down on your lap so he could watch the sky, stars illuminating the night and twinkling. it was almost like the stars were laughing at his sudden show of affection, laughing at his tinted cheeks. "then just stay with me, and let's stay together like we have been doing. we don't need those words to label our relationship."

~ zhongli

he was about to spill the hot tea, immediately placing the teapot down on the table before he cleared his throat and spoke. "i love you too, but why the sudden proclamation? did something happen?"

"nah," you chuckled at his concerned expression. "i just wanted to tell you i love you."

a small chuckle left his lips as he finally poured you a glass of fine tea. "you never fail to surprise me."

"i guess," you took the tea cup and brought it to your lips for a sip. 

"is it to your liking? i stewed it for several hours with various herbs."

"i can tell," you cooed. "it tastes great."

you both chatted and drank your tea until nearly the whole pot was gone, laughing about both of your antics and anything that happened throughout the day. it felt like you both had been separated for days when it was merely half a day. 

"would you like to take a walk with me?"

you chuckled, "sure! let's get going."

"it might be cold, so don't forget to bring your jacket."

"alright!"

he watched with a gentle smile and love-filled eyes as you ran to your shared room to grab a warm jacket, golden eyes glowing with happiness.

~ tartaglia

"awww! baby i love you too!"

he ran over to you and picked you up, twirling you in his arms before engulfing you in a hug. laughter filled the air as he pressed you close to him, using one of his hands to wrap one of your legs around him. your other leg wrapped around him as well as if it was second nature.

"i don't think you have any idea how much i cherish you," he smiled and nuzzled your nose with his. "i love you so much!"

you giggled, "i love you more, ajax."

"no way," he said, giving you a playful pout. "if you knew how much i love you, you'd probably get scared of me."

"even if i knew, i still love you more."

he let out a small hmph and pecked your lips, "i'll let you off the hook since you're being so lovable today."

then, he pressed his lips to yours in an affection-filled kiss, hooking his arms under your legs so you could stay balanced in his strong grip. you would never fall, not in his embrace. after you both parted, he kept his lips hovering over yours. 

"i love you," he said softly.

"i love you too."

he gave you one last kiss and let you down, albeit sadly, and hugged you. "should we do nothing today?"

"nothing? we have to work."

"i know, i just don't want to leave you."

#kaeya x you #kaeya x reader #kaeya x y/n #wanderer x you #wanderer x oc #wanderer x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #tartaglia x y/n #tartaglia x you #childe x reader

[japanifornication]

oh man oh man. im always fond of phoenix w a praise kink and just. overwhelmed by love. miles fucking into him while whispering sweet nothings until he’s shaking from his orgasm after orgasm. make this slut cry from being loved and fucked! that one fic you wrote, “late night” was RIGHT up my alley and i swear i go back to it often

rubbing at the bags he can feel setting in beneath his eyes, phoenix has never been more tired in his life. not when he stayed up all night studying to get through law school. not the time he didn't sleep for three days a week before the bar and had to be forced to rest by mia. not when she was murdered, not even when he spent a night in city jail accused of that very murder.

the clop of two pairs of sandals patter into the distance as he watches maya, holding onto pearl's hand like a lifeline, head for their train under the flickering lights of the station. as they board, any remaining energy phoenix had escapes him and he sags back against the wall he's been leaning against, arms crossing over his chest as a sigh slips out of him.

it's hard to watch them go when they've only just got maya back, but with morgan headed to prison, they have a lot of things to sort out back in kurain, like packing up belongings and figuring out where they'll stay when they're there for training.

"it's getting quite late, wright."

he'd almost been falling asleep where he stood and the voice startles him, making him stand up straight and snap to attention. for a few minutes, he'd almost forgotten edgeworth was there. it's easy to forget, when it's quiet—he was dead for an entire year, after all.

"yeah. sorry to keep you waiting. you didn't have to do this, you know." phoenix says it automatically, like it's an obligation, even though he's not quite sure he is sorry after what the prosecutor did.

"i'm aware," is all edgeworth says, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and then just briefly gripping at his elbow.

it's almost funny. when phoenix first met the man again on the other side of the courtroom last year, he looked like hell barely warmed over. edgeworth was the one with dark circles around the eyes, a permanent scowl affixed to his face. now, he looks oddly tranquil, if just a bit fatigued, and phoenix is the one who feels like garbage. things can change a lot in a year.

he clears his throat. "well. i won't keep you here any longer. let's get back to the car." he lets edgeworth lead the way back to his car—new since phoenix last saw it during state v. skye—and climbs back into the passenger seat, rattling off his address. it's a wonder he can even remember it in his current state.

it only gets darker as they head back through the city and by the time they make it to phoenix's apartment it's well into the night, not a hint of sun left in the sky. the car idles in the parking lot. neither make a move to leave or encourage the other to do so.

"so are you back living here?" phoenix finally gathers the strength to say. he means is he back residing within l.a. but the way it comes out almost sounds like he's asking if edgeworth is really, truly back from the dead and not just a spirit. "in l.a. i mean, not here obviously," he clarifies, as though there were any confusion whether or not edgeworth lived with phoenix. haha, very funny.

there's a slight squeak of leather as the man's hand shifts on the steering wheel, uncomfortable but not angry. "ah, i've only been back for a few days. i'm in a hotel, currently, but yes, i intend to find a new apartment."

"gotcha," phoenix says with an absent nod, chewing the inside of his mouth. "hey, um. i'm sorry about what i said, about… about you staying dead."

"wright, don't," edgeworth scoffs. "it's too late to take back words we've regretted, if anyone knows that it's me. don't waste your breath."

an exasperated laugh bursts out of the defense attorney. "okay great, because i'm not actually sorry."

edgeworth huffs at that with a slight shake of his head.

"but… do you want to come in for a beer or something? because this has been the longest day of my life and i'm sure even underneath that perfectly logical, stoic exterior, you can agree it's been exhausting." phoenix raises an eyebrow.

"a beer? tch." edgeworth's lip curls in distaste at the idea.

"what, not a beer drinker? i don't keep much in the way of wine or anything but i might have some whiskey," he offers instead.

edgeworth tilts his head, considering the offer with a slow blink. "i'm not sure you can afford my tastes, wright, but i'm intrigued." he unbuckles his seatbelt, indicating he's taken phoenix up on it.

"great." phoenix climbs out of the car and leads the way into his apartment building. he lives on the second floor, and they take the stairs up. it's faster, and he's not going to ask the man to take an elevator. it might have been a year, but he hasn't forgotten everything.

"sorry about the mess," he apologizes as he unlocks his front door. the last few days have been so long—he's been sleeping in his office and almost forgot about how much of a disaster his apartment is. he haphazardly tries to clean up before edgeworth can take in too much of the surroundings, scooping up dishes to bring to the kitchen and stuffing trash in the bin and kicking dirty laundry out of the way.

edgeworth is busy removing his shoes at the door and he manages to get the place looking a little less gross by the time he's done, then stops to take off his own shoes and jacket. he heads into the kitchen to see what he's got as far as alcohol, searching through his cabinets until he finds the bottle of whiskey he promised.

"how do you take it?" he asks.

"neat," comes the reply, edgeworth having followed him into the kitchen. he waits as phoenix pours them each a glass, then takes the bottle himself to inspect it. his eyebrows go up. "perhaps you've come into some fortune in my absence."

staring down into his rocks glass, phoenix tries to give a smile. it comes off weak. "if only. i inherited mia's liquor collection. went through most of it between you choosing death and now, if i'm honest."

adjusting his glass on the counter, edgeworth frowns down into his own drink. "ah. i see. ms. fey had good tastes, then?"

"i think she was gifted a lot of it, i'm honestly not sure." he lifts his glass to his lips, taking a deep swig. it burns on the way down. "sometimes i wonder… if i even knew her that well. if i'm doing any of this right. if she'd be proud of me. after a case like today, i'm not so sure."

"you saved her sister," edgeworth points out, palming his own glass and drinking from it absently. "i imagine that would mean a fair amount to her."

"yeah, i guess so. but i almost pinned a murder on an innocent woman. just feel like i should have figured out it was engarde a lot sooner, you know?" phoenix stands up straight, the tension awkward, and downs the rest of his glass in one go so he can pour himself another.

"i can see your point, though i believe you’re being a bit harsh on yourself. anyone under those circumstances would have struggled. i certainly fared no better, and i wasn’t the one whose loved ones were being held hostage for the majority of that case.” the words are mumbled thoughtfully over the rim of his glass before he takes another drink.

“why are you being so nice to me?”

his question obviously catches edgeworth by surprise, and the man finishes his whiskey before answering. “after hearing you be so honest about what you thought of my absence… i suppose it feels like obligation.”

the thought of any more drinks is immediately abandoned, because in the next moment, phoenix is grabbing edgeworth by that stupid cravat and pulling him close and smashing his mouth against his.

there’s a noise of protest, an initial objection, from edgeworth that seems to be more out of shock than anything, and then edgeworth’s arms are around his waist, crushing him close; he’s kissing phoenix back and he tastes like the whiskey they’ve been drinking and mint—toothpaste? breathmints? something else?—and phoenix sighs almost angrily against his mouth, furious he could have had this so much sooner if not for everything that had happened.

except that then edgeworth stops kissing him, to ask “wright, should i be doing this? surely you’re not drunk after a drink and a half.”

“i’m sober. kiss me, you son of a bitch.”

“it’s a bit rude to speak so poorly of the dead, you know,” he huffs in jest.

“good thing you’re not really dead.” phoenix’s hands fist in his hair as he tugs him back in for another kiss, and it’s all tongue and teeth and desperation, wanton for more.

before either of them knows what has happened, they’re standing in phoenix’s bedroom next to his bed. neither of them is particularly good at kissing and it doesn’t matter, because they’re kissing like it’s the last thing they’ll ever do and it’s driving phoenix insane.

unfortunately, edgeworth seems reluctant to do anything more than that. phoenix keeps trying to move things along—attempting to kiss down his throat, to bite him, to grab at his ass or unbutton his waistcoat—and edgeworth keeps grabbing at his wrists, moving them back to more appropriate places, kissing him like he wants to savor it rather than do anything else.

“just fuck me already,” phoenix finally groans, drinking in the way edgeworth laughs in response. when was the last time he even heard him laugh? not just a condescending chuckle from the other side of the courtroom, but actually laugh like he does now? when they were nine?

his back hits the bed as edgeworth shoves him away roughly. “fine. i’ll give you what it is you’re so desperate for.” he watches as the prosecutor tugs open his nightstand to survey the contents, and apparently finds what he expected to, retrieving the box of condoms from within and setting it atop the surface. “but i’m not doing this without some sort of safe word in place. it’s clear you’re not in a state to be taken at your word.”

“stoplight system,” phoenix replies, without hesitation.

that earns him a raised eyebrow, and for a moment it seems like he might be rejected, but eventually, edgeworth shrugs a shoulder and nods. “i’m familiar. that’s acceptable, can i trust you to actually use it?”

“funny of you to be asking me about trust right now.”

“wright.” there’s an obvious warning tone in his voice. “yeah. yes, i will use it correctly. green means go, red means stop, don’t stop unless i actually say that.”

there’s a hunger underlining edgeworth’s voice when he next speaks that makes all of phoenix’s skin prickle with desire. “alright. get on with it, then. tell me what you want.”

“god, thank you,” phoenix breathes. he sits up and grabs edgeworth by his belt, yanking him forward so he can undo it. “just want you to hold me down, make me take it.”

edgeworth blows out a long breath, but phoenix doesn’t look up, single-minded in his task now as he moves to unbutton the man’s slacks. the zip comes undone with relative ease, but the prosecutor’s shirt is long and held down by stays, partially blocking access to what he wants. it’s dark, and he’s a little drunk, and undoing the smaller buttons here is a bit harder, so he fumbles around with them as he talks. “you know. give it to me hard, don’t hold back, no matter what i say.”

edgeworth sheds his jacket and waistcoat and works his cravat free, discarding them on the side of phoenix’s bed before loosening the buttons of his shirt sleeves to roll them up. like this, phoenix can see the light hair that peppers his arms, usually hidden by clothes or distance across the courtroom or the fact that he thought the man was dead for a year. “is that how you normally prefer it?”

opting not to answer that, phoenix finishes unbuttoning the bottom of edgeworth’s shirt, giving him access to his boxer-briefs beneath. his fingers hook into the waistband and stretch it away from his skin, freeing the arousal steadily growing within and shoving them down as far as he can with the stays still hooked around his thighs.

he leans forward, gently cupping edgeworth's cock in one hand as he trails his lips down the side of it. the skin is so soft under his touch, but he doesn't get even a second to enjoy it; immediately, there's a hand in his hair, forcing his head back and away. he grimaces, baring his incisors but flooding with heat at the simple movement.

"someone's a bit overeager," edgeworth admonishes.

"yeah, well, when you've spent a year fantasizing about something you're positive you'll never get…" he steals a glance up at edgeworth's face, his chest starting to heave even though they haven't even started yet.

the man clenches his jaw, like the reminder hurts, but he feigns it away with a roll of his eyes. it doesn't fool phoenix, but he doesn't call it out. again, phoenix is pushed back to the bed like it's effortless, and edgeworth moves back to the nightstand to retrieve a condom from the box.

phoenix takes the opportunity to undo his own belt and slacks, shimmying them down along with his boxers around his hips. his thighs and hair are already slick with moisture, his dick swollen and begging to be touched.

he doesn't want to bother with the effort of fully undressing, so instead he rolls over while edgeworth applies the condom, ending up bent over the edge of his bed, ready and waiting.

he hears edgeworth spit into his hand, stroke it along his length then feels that hand on him for a brief, thrilling second, but he's already sopping wet, so it's unnecessary.

phoenix scrambles up the bed a little further but before he can really get anywhere, there’s a strong hand on his hip as the body behind him thrusts forward against him. with that one, swift movement, edgeworth is inside him, and he cries out, writhing against the sheets and trying not to just melt into uselessness.

a hand comes down against his shoulder, holding him down just like he'd asked for, but edgeworth leans in close and the other snakes over his mouth, preventing him from further cries as each snap of his hips makes phoenix want to scream. "is this what you wanted?" the man breathes hot and low in his ear.

he can only nod desperately, tears catching in his lashes as that cock rams into his g-spot and makes him quiver.

edgeworth doesn't stop. each thrust comes unbelievably hard, a loud slap of skin echoing through the room, but there's a pause between each one, and phoenix is grateful for that because otherwise he doesn't know how he would breathe. beads of sweat are already forming on the back of his neck, rolling down under the collar of his shirt. he quiets down, just panting against edgeworth’s palm, tasting the salt of his flesh, pushing back into each stroke and closing his eyes to bask in the feeling of him, to know it’s edgeworth pinning him down and spearing him open.

he's slick and needy and hasn't been so close to satisfied in what feels like forever.

he rocks his hips forward instinctively, trying to get friction on his own dick against the bed, but failing. edgeworth huffs out a condescending laugh in his ear. "not enough still? what are you, wright, a dog? must you hump something just to get off?"

phoenix whines at the suggestion but nods again against edgeworth's hand.

"yes?" he sounds mildly surprised, but not put-off. "alright." he straightens for a minute, pulling phoenix up so he can slide a folded pillow between the man's legs—phoenix's head is spinning and he lets himself be maneuvered bonelessly—before pushing him back down into the position they'd been in.

"are you sure this is how you want it, though, wright?" he asks in his ear again as they return to that pace of steady slams. "I'm happy to fuck you as hard as you'd like, but i had something a little different in mind." he slows down further, the thrusts turning into a sensual grind, no longer ramming into him with each one.

a sob leaks out of phoenix and he ruts against the pillow, mumbling against edgeworth's hand. his mouth is freed so he can speak. "please," he gasps. "tell me you're here to stay. that you won't leave again."

an anguished sound chokes out of the prosecutor. "i am not going anywhere, phoenix," he says after a moment of hesitation. there’s an edge to his voice, hurt but on the verge of something almost tender, and phoenix easily needs more.

"just need to feel it. need you to show me you're not going anywhere," phoenix begs. “just prove it to me, fuck me like you mean it.”

"oh, darling, i'm not leaving you." the term of endearment seems to slip out of edgeworth like it’s an accident, but he doesn’t take it back, and it feels like it stabs right through phoenix’s back and pins him to the mattress as much as the man himself is doing physically. edgeworth's hands reposition themselves to the bed on each side of his shoulders for more leverage and his cock grinds deeper into phoenix, forcing a strangled moan out of him. "i'm here to stay, and i'll prove it to you just like this whenever you'd like. that's it, open up for me, i want to hear you."

phoenix doesn't try to hold back his sounds anymore, more moans and whimpers and sobs escaping him in escalating volume as edgeworth fucks him and as he humps against the pillow. edgeworth has picked up the pace again, strokes coming faster, and phoenix's brain is dissolving into a puddle.

"harder, please," he whines.

"i'll give you harder, darling, but i want you to come first. you're doing so well," edgeworth murmurs, leaning down to kiss the top of his ear. "i know you can do it. it feels good, doesn't it? to grind on your pillow? be a good boy and come for me, phoenix."

a harsher sob is ripped from his chest. his hips roll against it more desperately even as edgeworth doesn't stop pounding into him. "i'm so close," he whispers shakily.

"i know," edgeworth reassures, lowering himself to further press into phoenix, more grinding into him again which just forces him more into the pillow. "does this help? if i drive you into it?"

"yes, yes, oh, miles…"

"come for me, phoenix, then i'll give you that hard, unrelenting fuck you want, to prove i'm not going anywhere. come on. come for me."

and phoenix does, rocking forward against the pillow one last time and causing his orgasm to explode through him. he clenches around miles and his cock twitches with each pulse and miles is still rolling his hips, forcing him into the pillow, and he can't come down, and he's fully crying.

"good boy," he hears from edgeworth, and the praise is music he never imagined he'd hear. "are you ready for more?"

he hasn't even stopped coming yet, he's not ready for more, but god does he want it anyway. "no," he offers unhelpfully.

"no? color, wright."

"green," phoenix spits, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to the bed where he was accidentally drooling against his comforter.

"good, so let me ask again. are you ready for more?"

having no intention of changing his answer, phoenix repeats himself. "no. it's too much."

he can almost hear the smirk in edgeworth's voice, and is glad they're both on the same page. "and you think i have any intention of stopping simply because it’s too much? how quaint. you can handle more."

another hard slam of his hips has phoenix shaking, pressing his face back into the softness of his comforter to muffle a yelp, but as quickly as it was given, it’s taken away as edgeworth pulls out.

“roll over, wright. i want to see the moment you break,” he’s commanded, and phoenix doesn’t make any rush of moving to do so. edgeworth grabs his shoulder and pulls, rolling him over anyway. hands grab his slacks and yank, and phoenix kicks to at least help get them off, along with his boxers.

arms hook under his knees and in an instant edgeworth is back inside him, making phoenix’s back arch against the mattress. the pillow is still under him, but now it's providing support, and edgeworth is still hitting all the right spots, and he blearily opens his eyes to find the man looking down at him.

the way edgeworth looks at him is almost reverent, quicksilver eyes soft but dilated with pleasure, hair disheveled and hanging in his face, sweat beading on his forehead. it's different from how phoenix imagined it might be, when he thought he was dead. then, he hadn't known this edgeworth so desperately trying to redeem himself. he'd only known the angry, spiteful one, full of loathing for everyone and everything, especially himself and especially phoenix. he'd thought his eyes would be hardened, creased between the eyebrows, a permanent scowl fixed upon his face. he can see a slight divot between his eyebrows, but it looks more in concentration, and there's no scowl.

"miles," he breathes, just a whisper on his breath. he's struggling to even catch it with the force he's being fucked with, knocking the air out of his lungs, but he gulps down another breath and tries again. "m-miles. take off the condom."

a dry laugh huffs out of edgeworth and he hesitates. "are you delusional?"

"i promise it's safe. please…" he's crying again and he hates that he's crying again but he can't stop the tears from leaking down his cheeks. "please. i need you to prove you're not going anywhere. need you to fill me up and make me yours."

again, edgeworth blows out an affected breath, this time much more obviously struggling with the decision. "you're sure?"

"yes, i'm giving you the green light, please, god," he pleads.

"fuck, phoenix." in an instant, he pulls out again, looking down as he uses one hand to attempt to take off the condom. it takes a minute to get it off, but eventually he does, and it gets tossed in the trash beneath the nightstand before the man drives back into phoenix's hot cunt, filling him now with no barrier between them.

there's no way to prevent the flood of tears now, no longer just a trickle but practically a waterfall. he pushes edgeworth's arms away from under his knees to adjust, instead hooking his legs around the man's waist like he can draw him in deeper if he tries hard enough, like he can just pull edgeworth into his body and keep him there forever.

for edgeworth's part, at least, he grips a hand under phoenix's thigh and with a slight grunt helps shift them up onto the bed properly, and then they're chest-to-chest and the prosecutor is kissing down his jawline, tongue delving out to lick up the salt of his tears and god, phoenix is so overwhelmed.

"how long have you been dreaming about this, wright?" that deep, sultry voice mumbles right against his ear.

phoenix answers honestly, and he's not just crying from the overwhelming amount of pleasure anymore. now he's ugly crying, and it's embarrassing, and his hands find the front of edgeworth's shirt and twist in it, holding on to it like a lifeline. "a long time but—but i thought you were dead," he chokes out. he can feel alarm crackle through edgeworth like ice underfoot, but it's too late, they've already plunged through. "i th-thought you were fucking dead, that i'd missed my chance—"

his words are muffled by a kiss, one that's just as desperate and hungry as phoenix feels. he half-sobs, half-moans into it, clumsily attempting to reciprocate as best he can.

"i know. i'm so sorry, phoenix," edgeworth hisses against his mouth when they part for air. his movements have slowed, this thrusts languid but striking deep, and phoenix just encourages him, heels pressing against his ass with each inward stroke. "shh, you're alright. i'm not going anywhere." the words sound like a promise.

another pathetic mewl bleeds out of phoenix, energy sapped from him at the apology. his legs fall from around edgeworth's hips, coming to rest on the bed, because he can't hold them up anymore, and it just spreads him wider, lets the man fuck him deeper. he sniffles and presses his face into edgeworth's shoulder to hide his tear-strewn face.

"there you go, darling. relax. i'll give you what you need. you're being so good for me." edgeworth's breathing is labored and phoenix can feel sweat through the man's shirt.

his hands let go of the front to wrap around his back, crush him closer. it's too slow, too intimate, it's not what he asked for or wanted, but somehow it is what he needed.

the rhythm of edgeworth's thrusts start to falter and suddenly there's a hand on phoenix's jaw, turning his face towards his. "look at me."

phoenix does. the expression on edgeworth's face is so hard to read, but it seems almost close to adoration, or maybe obsession, and a shiver runs down phoenix's spine.

"i'm here, phoenix. because of you."

those six words are phoenix's undoing. his hands claw for purchase against edgeworth's back, fingertips catching in the folds of his shirt as his whole body tenses, pleasure slamming into him like a fucking freight train and forcing an orgasm out of him unlike any other. he feels edgeworth jolt against him and knows the man is coming too, leaving that tangible evidence that he's here, he's alive, he's alive he's alive he's alive, i'm alive.

for the first time since prosecutor miles edgeworth chose death, phoenix wright feels alive.

spent and exhausted, phoenix can't even complain when edgeworth collapses atop him. instead, he hugs him close, albeit weakly, eyes falling shut and just cradling the man against him, reluctant to let him pull out or leave just yet.

when they finally do part god knows how long later, no words are exchanged. edgeworth painstakingly withdraws from inside phoenix with a grimace, then helps him clean up in silence. he doesn't say anything as he removes the rest of his clothing, leaving phoenix to extract the implications from that action himself and disrobe as well, tossing the rest of his clothes to the floor.

they climb back into bed and phoenix finds himself hesitating to get closer until edgeworth draws him in himself, an arm sliding around him possessively.

before phoenix can drift off, he clears his throat and asks hoarsely, "should we… talk about what just happened?"

edgeworth dismisses it with a half-hearted shrug. "if you'd like. in the morning, perhaps?"

fear grips phoenix immediately and he swallows, looking up at the man. "will you still be here? in the morning?"

a long, tired sigh hisses out of edgeworth's chest. "i may have nightmares still, and may not be in bed when you awake. but yes. i will be here, in the morning."

"you promise?"

edgeworth searches his face for understanding. he doesn't seem the type to promise things, and perhaps that's why the response is delayed, but after a long moment, he nods slowly. "i promise."

phoenix buries his face against his chest, and in a few minutes, he's asleep.

#edgewright #mitsunaru #narumitsu #wrightworth #nsft //// #answered ask #hi anon i went overboard with this #i will post this to ao3 when it isn't 2 in the morning #i hope this kind of fits your brief! there's some praise in there lksdjfslk #i feel like i was all over the place with characterization in this and it was partly on purpose bc neither of them know what they want #i will prob revisit a concept like this but Better at some point bc what can i say i love post-AA1 or AA2 nrmt #not quite as Lovey as late night bc that isn't usually my fav stuff to write i just can't do pure fluff but #i hope it's still enjoyable enough :)

[jjungkookislife]

Secret ||PJM || Pt. 38: To Us

pairing: sugar daddy!jimin x f. reader

genre: established relationship, 18+

summary: big things are happening all around

wc: 2.7k

warnings: time skip, alcohol mention/use, boudoir shoot, implied smut

date: January 5, 2024

18 months later 

The sun shines it’s last rays as it sets over the horizon. Orange and pink paint the sky beautifully. You stare out the window, watching the city below as Jimin hums to himself, typing away on his computer. 

Laughter fills the hallway despite the late hour. Hoseok is doing a live, taking his fans with him in the bathroom as it grows darker outside. Perhaps he’s unaware of your presence and Jimin’s. 

In the practice room, Jungkook and Taehyung do a dance challenge. Yoongi films and adds his two-cents. He’s just released an album himself and the excitement has sent him over the moon. Sales are wonderful and he’ll embark on a tour with Jungkook. It seems like the older man can never escape him, though he loves Jungkook to bits. 

In the gym, Namjoon smirks as he gets Seokjin on the treadmill. His finger sits beside the button, raising and lowering the speed at random intervals. Seokjin huffs, cursing him out every time it goes faster than his long legs can carry him. 

Namjoon has taken time from his gym to work with Jimin’s company, focusing primarily on his friends. He’s tough, but everyone loves having him around, even Jimin. The two seem to spend a lot of time together, even without you; it brings a smile to your face. 

Everyone you love is under the same roof, a warmth filling your body as you think of them. 

“Sorry I took so long, baby. I’m done for the night,” Jimin says as he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your cheek. “I’m all yours.”

You place your hands over his, turning to kiss him on the lips. 

“Ready for dinner with the guys?” You ask as you check the chat, confirming everyone will join you. 

Jimin nods. He takes your hand in his, laughter coming from outside his office before the door bursts open and Jungkook leads the group of chaos. There’s already an argument broken out between Taehyung and Seokjin, the elder red in the face from his protests. 

Yoongi smiles from his spot in the back, egging his boyfriend on just to hear Seokjin’s voice rise in pitch. 

Jungkook is wrapped around Namjoon, the two giggling as Hoseok ends his live after putting on a filter that turned him into a flower. He laughs as he puts his phone in his pocket, watching his boyfriend grit his teeth before he takes off chasing Taehyung down the hallway. 

Sighing, Jimin leads everyone out of the office after them, his door shuts and locks automatically after. 

Unfortunately for Jimin, Tae and Seokjin argue all the way to dinner while in the limo. They only stop when Jimin threatens to send them home with empty tummies and grumpy boyfriends. 

“Sorry,” they grumble just as the limo pulls up to the restaurant. 

“Don’t forget to smile as you head inside. Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jungkook you get out first then Tae and Seokjin with Hoseok. We’ll be in the rear. We’re old news anyway,” Jimin waves his hand and you huff. 

“Hey! My new line is coming out next month!” You protest, affronted.

“We haven’t revealed it yet,” Jimin reminds you as the door opens and Yoongi steps out of the limo with Joon and Kook behind him. Seokjin and Tae follow with Hoseok in tow. 

Hoseok stops to offer you his hand as you get out, helping you steady yourself before Jimin takes over. You thank him, and Hobi winks before following Seokjin into the restaurant, ignoring the flash of the camera. His album announcement drops tomorrow. 

Dinner goes as smoothly as you can imagine. You’re thankful to be home after such a long day of work and final preparations. 

“I’m so exhausted,” you groan as you push back the covers and climb into the bed you share with Jimin. He smiles as he gets into his side, pulling you closer to him. 

The bedroom is illuminated by the low light of the purple lamp on your nightstand. The wall beside it littered in picture frames containing the wonderful memories of you and your friends. Most are of you and Jimin, smiling at each other at different events and in some intimate moments. 

In his home office, where only you and your friends are allowed, sits a wall of your boudoir shoot. Yes, it was Jungkook’s idea, and you were egged on by Taehyung and Seokjin once Kook spilled the beans. 

Now all four of you have portraits in your homes of yourselves and even one of all of you together. You smile to yourself at the comical expression Jimin sent your way when the four of you revealed the photos during a lazy night hang out at Jungkook and Joon’s apartment. 

It ended quickly, all of you heading home to enjoy your partners. 

“What?” Jimin asks when you softly shake with laughter. 

You shake your head. “Nothing.”

Jimin grins, poking your cheek with his finger, his head moving to bury in your neck as he whines, “Tell me!”

“It’s nothing,” you chuckle as you run your fingers through his hair. He whines again but nearly purrs when you scratch his head.

“I was thinking of the boudoir reveal,” you smile as he raises his head to look at you. He smirks.

“Oh?”

“Mhmm,” you hum. “Remember how you shut the elevator door on everyone? Made them take the stairs while you pushed me against the wall to kiss me.”

Jimin chuckles darkly, eyes twinkling with mischief at the recollection. “I couldn’t help myself.”

You smile, kissing his jaw before descending toward his neck. He moans as he allows you to climb over him; his hands settle on your hips when you rock against him.

“You teased me until we got home. Made me cum in the limo and then on the bed until all I could say was your name,” you bite back a moan. Jimin’s hands move upward to cup your tits, a devious smile on his lips.

“How about a repeat?” he wiggles his eyebrows, and you giggle. Your lips meet his before he’s rolling you beneath him with ease. Your hands weave in his hair, tugging at the roots just to hear him curse your name. He kisses you with need, a hunger so deep it rattles your bones.

“Jimin,” his name rolls off your tongue in a sultry cry, and continues to do so for the rest of the night.

Music fills the top floor of the building when you arrive with Jimin on your arm. A bright smile adorns your face as you walk through the doors to see the party already in full swing. 

Hoseok has done an amazing job preparing for it and it was nice to see everything come along so smoothly. Immediately, your eyes find Jungkook’s. He waves enthusiastically, which makes your group of friends turn to face the two of you in unison. 

A laugh escapes you as you head over. Jimin grabs a flute of champagne from a passing server and hands it to you. 

Taehyung raises his drink in your direction and the both of you take a sip. 

“How’s it going?” You ask as you set the drink on the table. Jungkook grins, rattling off details about the party celebrating Hoseok’s album. 

Speaking of Hoseok, he’s still making rounds greeting everyone and taking photos. You hope you can steal him away for a moment to congratulate him on his great achievement. 

“He looks good, huh?” Seokjin asks, hearts in his eyes as he looks at his boyfriend. 

“He does,” you nod in agreement. “He was born for this.”

Seokjin nods before taking a sip of his drink. You watch him closely, noting the way his gaze lingers on Hoseok a second too long and his hands are tucked into the pockets of his pants. 

Suspicion grows inside you, but Jimin soothes you by rubbing your lower back when he feels you stiffen from the tension. You’re distracted when Jungkook drags you and Taehyung to dance on the side of the stage. Laughter bubbles out of you as you try to keep up but fail miserably when they dance in sync.

You watch from the sidelines for a while with Namjoon at your side. 

Unfortunately, Yoongi was unable to attend due to some last minute tour arrangements that couldn’t wait til morning. You’ll fill him in tomorrow over brunch with everyone. Though you still wish he was here celebrating with all of you. 

Jimin has promised to fly you out to see him, Jungkook, and Namjoon as often as possible and you’re very grateful. The lot of you haven’t been apart for ages and it would be hard to cope without your best friends all around. You know you all have different paths in life but why walk separately when you can walk together?

Seokjin is at the Photo Booth when you see him next. Jimin has been dragged into a dance battle after Hoseok’s album was streamed for all to hear. Your friends congratulated him the loudest, starting a long standing ovation for your best friend that brought him to tears. Several hugs ensued, and you had finally managed to sneak off to talk to Seokjin. 

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but your instincts were telling you something was up with the now model and soon to be actor. He wasn’t one to keep secrets from you (or you from him), so you couldn’t help but wonder what it was that was keeping him so quiet. It was unusual for him to keep his distance from you, especially on such a huge event for the love of his life, as he so often claimed. So what gives?

Okay, perhaps you were a little too nosy, but you cared for your friend. You wouldn’t push if he truly didn’t want to share, you respected his boundaries but you also just couldn’t go on having fun with everyone else without checking in. What if something was upsetting him? You knew what it was like to plaster on a smile while in a crowd but falling to pieces inside. You wouldn’t let that happen to Seokjin if you could help it. 

“Hey,” he greets when you stand beside him and the flash of the camera goes off. You pose for a few photos before finally going for it. 

“Seokjin,” you say his name softly, almost hesitating. 

“Yeah?” He asks with a raised brow, and you already know he’s on high alert. 

“Is everything okay? You’ve been kind of distant tonight,” you tell him and he sighs. You note that his hands are still in his pockets and your curiosity heightened.

Slowly, he pulls his hands from his pockets as another flash goes off. He sighs heavily, knowing he’s busted. 

“We didn’t want to tell anyone tonight to keep from stealing the spotlight but you know me too well. It’s why I’ve been keeping my distance from Hoseok and you guys.”

Your heart sinks to your stomach. Had they broken up? 

“Did you and Hoseok break up?” You manage to speak. The words are heavy like lead and your tongue tangles getting them out. 

Seokjin smiles, shaking his head. 

Another flash.

“Quite the opposite, actually,” he chirps as he raises his hand and you notice the shining ring. “We’re engaged!”

A flash goes off as you scream in excitement, tugging him to your chest as you hug him. More flashes go off to document the moment and soon you’re both jumping up and down in your seats until you tumble out with Seokjin beside you. 

Your commotion and gleeful laughter catches the attention of a few partygoers before your friends are helping the two of you up with raised brows and puzzled expressions. 

Hoseok takes one look at you and Seokjin and he knows. His smile is even brighter than it has been all evening and he chuckles. “Couldn’t keep a secret?”

Seokjin shakes his head. “She’s too nosy.”

You stare at the thumb he’s pointing at you and stick your tongue out at him. “Sue me for being his best friend.”

“Yoongi does not approve of that expression,” Taehyung giggles as he drapes his arm over Jungkook’s shoulder. 

“What’s going on?” Namjoon asks, still confused as Jimin nods beside him. 

Hoseok bites his bottom lip before ushering the seven of you out of the party towards his studio. 

Once inside, he wraps his arm around Seokjin’s waist, kissing his cheek. “We wanted to wait until at least tomorrow, but I guess the secret is out.”

“I was concerned!” You protest and the couple laughs. 

“Can someone fill us in?” Jimin pouts. He wants in on the secret too.

Hoseok and Seokjin exchange a look before Hoseok lifts Seokjin’s perfectly manicured hand. “We’re engaged!”

“Shut up!” Jungkook shouts as he tackles the two, wanting to be the first to hug them. They both yelp when the muscular man slams into them, laughter escaping them when they’re both lifted off the ground. 

“Jungkook!” Namjoon calls, trying to pry the happy couple from his boyfriend’s arms. “You’re gonna break them before they make it down the aisle. Put them down.”

Jungkook listens, apologizing hastily before turning to you and taking your hands in his. “They’re engaged!”

The both of you jump up and down in a circle until Taehyung and Jimin join you. Namjoon hangs back, video calling Yoongi to share the news and the excitement.

Seokjin and Hoseok hold each other close as they watch their friends share in their excitement. Hoseok hadn’t planned on proposing tonight, especially right before his party started but he was just so overjoyed and filled with his immense love for Seokjin that he just dropped down to his knee and proposed. It wasn’t as romantic as he hoped to plan later on, perhaps a candlelight dinner, a walk by the river, and champagne after but the moment felt right and Seokjin had said yes. 

After celebrating with a quick love making session, the couple arrived at the party, promising each other not to spill the beans. 

Until you came along, of course…

With a few more hugs and excited squeals, the seven of you make your way back to the party even more hyped than before. 

The next morning, the eight of you meet up for brunch. 

Celebratory drinks are poured, smiles are abundant and the youngest and oldest are already squabbling. 

You smile as you lean against your boyfriend, his lips pressed to your forehead for a quick peck. Despite all the chaos among you, you’re both happy. 

It’s one of the last times the eight of you will be together for a while. Yoongi and Jungkook are going on tour and taking Joon. Taehyung and Seokjin are on tight filming schedules, and Hoseok has a few performances in the near future, some overseas. 

However, Jimin will be by your side through all of it, and your focus has been on expanding your business. Seokjin has a line of makeup coming out soon while Hoseok has a line of nail polish and nail art dropping later in the year. 

Big plans are coming in the near future and even though it’s very rewarding, you still feel the pressure you did when your first line dropped. Your thankful to have the love and support from your friends and Jimin, they’ve definitely kept you going when things seemed bleak. 

Warmth fills your chest as you look around the table, laughter spilling from your friends’ lips as Jimin laces his fingers with yours. 

“We should plan a trip for everyone after the tour,” he states, almost reading your mind as you take another look at your friends. 

“I’d love that,” you nod, blinking away the tears that sting in the corner of your eyes. 

Jimin smiles, joining the conversation around him; a debate over the best appetizer at Hobi’s party last night. 

There will be more days like this. More days filled with joy and love, friendship, laughter, and even some sadness but you know as long as the eight of you stick together, there’s nothing you can’t overcome. 

“To us,” Yoongi raises his glass as do the rest of your friends. You lock eyes with Jimin as you raise your glass. 

“To us.”

Secret  || PJM

part thirty-eight: to us

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No Lessons Needed

A/N: I got some new requests so I’m trying to finish them up this evening!

pairing: Sebastian x Reader

warnings: Fluffy

w/c: 582

Request: 

Heyyyy can you write Sebastian with a fem demon s/o who drives like a maniac. Like something like this?Sebastian: My lady, i didn’t know you could drive.S/o: I cant. *starts swerving and speeding* 

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Sebastian, a mild-mannered young man, found himself in the most unexpected of situations. He had always lived a relatively calm and predictable life, until he met Y/N, a captivating and enigmatic woman who happened to be a demon. Their love was unconventional, yet Sebastian was smitten by Y/N's bewitching charm and fiery personality.

One sunny afternoon, Sebastian and Y/N decided to embark on a road trip together. As they set off on their adventure, Sebastian's curiosity got the better of him. He turned to Y/N with a mischievous grin and asked, "My lady, I didn't know you could drive."

Y/N smirked and replied, "I can't," before stepping on the gas pedal with an unexpected intensity. The car lurched forward, and Sebastian grasped onto the edges of his seat, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

They zipped through the countryside, Y/N maneuvering the vehicle with an unmatched recklessness. The wind howled around them as they sped down winding roads, leaving a trail of dust in their wake. Sebastian's hair blew wildly in the wind, and he struggled to maintain his composure.

Sebastian's voice trembled as he shouted, "Y/N, slow down! We're going to crash!"

But Y/N only laughed, her eyes sparkling with a devilish gleam. "Oh, my love, where's the fun in that?" she retorted, taking a sharp turn at breakneck speed, causing the tires to screech in protest.

As the journey continued, Sebastian's fear gradually transformed into a strange kind of exhilaration. He found himself marveling at Y/N's audacity, her unapologetic embrace of life's uncertainties. The chaos around them seemed to mirror the passion and intensity of their relationship.

Hours flew by in a blur of adrenaline and laughter. Y/N's demonic powers occasionally manifested in bursts of fiery magic, leaving trails of sparks in the wake of their wild ride. The world became a blur of colors and emotions, and Sebastian felt as if he were caught in a whirlwind of chaos and euphoria.

Eventually, the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the horizon. Y/N eased off the accelerator, and the car gradually slowed down to a more reasonable speed. Sebastian took a deep breath, finally able to relax his tense muscles.

As they parked by the side of the road, Sebastian turned to Y/N, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief. "I never thought I would survive a ride like that," he admitted, his voice filled with wonder.

Y/N chuckled, her demonic features softened by the fading light. "But you did, my love. And you're still here by my side."

Sebastian reached out to take Y/N's hand, his heart overflowing with affection. "Yes, and I wouldn't have it any other way," he said, his voice filled with unwavering devotion.

They sat together, basking in the afterglow of their wild adventure. The stars began to emerge, painting the sky with their celestial beauty. Sebastian gazed at the heavens, a sense of awe filling his being. In that moment, he realized that love was not always neat and predictable—it could be wild, chaotic, and exhilarating.

And as Sebastian and Y/N sat there, hand in hand, they knew that their love would continue to defy expectations, pushing them to explore the extraordinary and embrace the unknown. In each other's arms, they found solace in the beautiful chaos of their lives, forever united in their shared journey through the unexpected.

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well now i’m obsessed with what happens next in the art school au w wukong.

it must be genuinely scary to see someone usually so full of life be…limp? out of it? MK basically has to watch as Wukong gets worse, slurring his words and mumbling something indecipherable as Macaque and Nezha try and figure out what’s wrong. he’s delirious, sometimes happy and sometimes spaced out. sometimes he’s scared and asking for Azure.

MK probably sits with him as he mumbles nonsense and tries to decipher it all.

Again, not in the Art School AU, because there is no magic in Art School. This is a divergence of canon.

It felt like everything came screeching to a stop when Sun Wukong fell ill.

Not really. The sky was still cracking and close, to the point that there was almost a rhythm to it. The others had left, wanting to help the city prepare for even worse times ahead, while Macaque and Nezha worked on figuring out what was wrong. Qi Xiaotian stayed behind too, and he swore Nezha looked ready to burst into relieved tears when he said it.

His job was to stay by Wukong's bedside and tend to him.

Xiaotian wasn't disappointed. He refused to feel disappointed. This was all his fault, after all. He was the one to give Wukong the yogurt. So, he kept his mouth shut.

"Any changes?" It was now Day 3, and it seemed to be Nezha's turn for check-in.

Xiaotian shook his head, wincing at the heat of the cloth he pulled off his mentor's face. Into the bucket it went for Xiaotian to pull out a new cool one and set it on Wukong's forehead. Another wince ran through him at the groan. "No. He still has the fever, the trembles, everything."

Nezha sighed. "Has he talked?"

Xiaotian shrugged. "Not really? He's tried to, but all I get are mumbles most of the time." The other times, Wukong seemed lost to delirium, laughing manically or crying uncontrollably. Those few moments where he wasn't out of it were the best time to feed him.

Nezha tapped his knuckle against his lips, thinking. "May I ask if you can make out anything in the mumbles? I'm not sure why we didn't think of this before, but Wukong might know who did this to him. Or, at least, have a theory." A smile lit up his features and, for a moment, he looked like a little kid. "It's worth a try!"

"Wow, when did we switch roles-?" A groan made Xiaotian pause. The two leaned in, watching as Wukong's face scrunched up, sweat beginning to roll down.

"...ure...zu...." The words were so slurred that Xiaotian had to lean in closer to hear. "...ure...Azure!" Never mind. That was so loud that his ears ached. "Azure!" Wukong sobbed so loud that Xiaotian's heart almost broke, if it wasn't for the icy dread.

Even worse...

Wukong's eyes fluttered open, revealing his eyes were a strange, horrifying shade of lavender.

"Ah," Nezha sighed. He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. "It's even worse than I thought." A hand squeezed Xiaotian's shoulder and he looked up. The lotus prince seemed to struggle with what he had to say.

"I believe Azure poisoned him with a love potion."

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Cupid's Curse

Chapter Fifteen

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Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Sixteen

Warning: trippy experience with powers, nsfw, reader sad (i promise not for long i swear! Maybe)

A/N: okay listen, listen I saw Desire, and like AAAAAA i love them they so dramatic tm lol plus sandman crossing over w moon knight is big bain to me

The shrine to Aphrodite is covered by a thin black cloth, the closet door is shut also covered by the dark veil. You do not wish to been ‘seen’ by her right now-- As if she could see you. If she did… She would have bedded you as her way to restore your faith in her power and her love. You turn over on your bed with your eye drifting close, breathing slowing, and soon you fall asleep.

When you open your eyes it is due to hearing the chirping of birds, not the bird sound that they make in this modern world, but the real chirping of birds. A fair warm breezes pass you, the soft crashing of waves upon a beach, the sun high and bright in the clear sky. You take a deep breath as you stand in the garden of your Goddess’ domain. Her paradise is where land, sky, and sea are all set to a perfect moment. Beautiful, as beautiful as the moment of her birth. A piece of Poseidon’s domain was taken when she rosed and her power burst to life. Her claim is absolute.

When you discovered this dream realm (for humans) it was when you slept the first night after the union of her heart with yours. Awaking here when her realm was grey and dull, lifeless and colorless. As you lived throughout the ages and your lovers gave their love to you, this realm once more bloomed like the red rose your Goddess’ loved so much. Seeing this realm also means your heart is hurt.

Yes, this is the place your heart sends you to mentally to restore the bond between Aphrodite and yourself.

Standing up before dusting off the sand off your peplos, it is depressing to wear this currently when you feel like shit.

Like you said from the beginning: this is both a blessing and a curse. Currently, it is a curse and after what you did with Lockley, you rather rid yourself of Love completely… Not true but you feel awful.

Your very being is the essence of what the Greeks define and believes Love is, ranging from a romantic view to the dark twisted nature of this emotion. The fascination with this secondary emotion, how it can never be truly ripped out of mortals no matter what they do to each other or themselves. It lingers, it can fester, it consumes and ruins; it never leaves a mortal or divinity's heart. 

How it drives everything we do without us knowing it. The first emotion is taught to us by the embrace of the love of one.

Why else would every land have a deity (or deities) of Love both the emotional and mental aspects of this complex, yet simple drive within all creatures from mortal to divine? No one is safe from its grasp.

Though most only claim avatars of Love, in general, are simply creatures of lust.

A sex avatar– Debasing…

Though right now you feel like those words are true, that every insulting thing you called yourself is true, that you don’t deserve Steven. Oh, beautiful Steven… Steven deserves better.

For Steven, you will go against the desires of Mania, you only need his love– nothing more. Yet, that is always easier said than done. 

Standing basking in the warmth and smell of home, of Greece when the air wasn’t so polluted and the beaches were clearer than they are nowadays. Her realm, your piece of a home long ago; out in the water is her shrine. A temple built on the very spot she sprung from the water bare and gorgeous. What she told you she did spring from the water, but it was painful as she became more and more alive as the sea foam she came from was turning into her very body; she was not as beautiful as the story goes. She was monstrous and when the first human gazed upon her, she took the appearance of what the mortal mind perceived as ‘beautiful’. As Greece grew and more ideals changed, so did she find her way.

Her form of beauty and her definition of beauty are shared with her believers: none however will match her beauty.

When you look at the temple, you are looking at want created her, as she form before she was the Goddess you love and miss every moment of your immortal life. Her smile, her touch, her voice; her poor Agape who she granted a gift you lost in touch with.

When you enter the usually silent temple bright but hollow, you find it dark. Not dark enough that you cannot see but dark enough that you do not wish to enter. You step back but the darkness rushes past you before engulfing your world.

Naturally, you raise your hand up to block your face, eyes squeezing shut as your head turns away. The world shifts and soon the darkness clears as the scenery is completely different and the scent of Aphrodite is gone– Replaced by the scent of peaches? The memory of summer cutting up peaches and the taste that lingers in your mouth and is shared in a kiss. Summer peaches.

Slowly your arms lower and eyes open to see yourself in completely red, a red like blood, and sit on some strange design.

"Welcome, my child!" A cheery playful tone echoes, "Oh? I see, you have my darling girl's heart." You turn around then around again and again until you are once more facing the chair. There stands a person in a black bodysuit with black feathers on the shoulders, a long v-line that stops midway down the chest. Skin like snow, eyes gold yet it could make gold look pale compared to those eyes, lips painted a dark red and forming a toothy smile. The cat ears are not what is expected to rest on lustrous blonde hair.

"Come, come, don't be shy. Your gifter wishes to see you."

Gifter? You walk forward, hands picking up the bottom of your robe and the pitter-patter of your barefoot against what feels like marble. The mysterious gorgeous figure smoothly like the finest silk sliding off the skin, they stand on heels and when you stand before this androgynous divine person.

The giggle and way they rest their arms over your shoulders, well-kept nails playing with the accessories holding up your hair. "Aphrodite, how you have changed dear. Or would you want to be called (Name)?"

You do not why or how but you are captivated by their charm, "I.. Who?"

"You silly one! Your name, shall I call you by your name?"

"No, I mean yes, who are you?"

They draw themselves away a step placing both hands over their heart, "Don't tell me you've forgotten your gifter!" Making a 'tsking' sound as they wiggle a finger in front of you, "That is simply unacceptable! After all, my power has given your dear Goddess her precious life and power."

You are even more confused which must be clear on your face because they roll their eyes and scowl.

"Desire, dear. I am Desire." Walking around you before pulling you backward close to their chest, "Where I touch, things want and need and love - drawn to their objects of desire like butterflies to a candle flame."

There is a story rarely told as most divine creatures often do not speak of anything stronger than them. In reality, there is an origin point, something older than the Gods.

The Endless. Beings of the certainties and inevitability.

There are many and Chaos told you (Aphrodite) they are what grants many beings like us (the Gods) the power freely used as they wished.

You touch your head as Desire is humming in approval as you remember what Aphrodite learned.

"Father?" You aren't sure what to call them given they are well… Transcending gender fits them.

"Hmm, you know I thought that would sound good: a parental relationship but it just sounds off for us." Whispered like the dirtiest of secrets, "Gifter is better and has much more importance." Fingers dancing down your arm, your lungs breathe in deep then release it as Desire unlatches a clip holding your peplos.

"I almost couldn't find you, such a faint spark," You find yourself falling backward and they appear above you as your back hits the comfort of a bed. "Now why is that?" They place a thin long finger on your lips shushing you, "I know why, silly darling. That is why I am here after all!" Finger tracing the column of your throat.

"Why?" You gasp out as mere touch is… Is… Like her touch.

"Because the heart you deny is my favorite gifted and you humans need to stop limiting yourself." His hand wraps around your throat not squeezing through, "And I'm bored. So entertain me." Desire absolutely loves mortals, love how Desire influences everything.

Interweaving itself into anything or one with a passion to: work, create, kill, or die. Plus, he adores you and loves the union of Goddess to the mortal trope.

Also, there is the admirable and the annoying, you are edging close to annoying for Desire. Aphrodite was a favorite because she caused drama! He so loved seeing the messes she made, especially ones that got out of hand! Sure, they could understand that you are essentially not Aphrodite but his powers run through you and he expects a better performance to entertain him when peeks in.

You lay there drowning in the scent of summer peaches, kisses tasting of black raspberry, and the touch of silk.

Yet, you tremble in fear as your hand grips the sheets, tears running down those cheeks.

"My poor gifted, let it out. Your gifter will be here to take it all in."

The emotions rushing through you remind you of the time Aphrodite had you in her bed. You had cried, and grieved because you felt broken… Undeserving of her love because you didn't understand what love is nor could you reciprocate it— Or so you thought.

Her scent is the sea, her kiss taste of quince, and the touch of rose petals. 

"Give me your all, there is nothing I cannot handle," They sit up, slipping out the top part of the bodysuit, "Show the brilliance of that borrowed heart."

You believe them, the sense of safety, craving to touch someone who will not be driven mad by your— Their— Power.

The glow of your eyes, hair, and way Aphrodite's mark on your chest; Desire inhaled the scent of the sea during the spring. Yes, his creation was crafted from sea foam because he merely wanted to make something. A whim. A fun girl that was close to their personality.

Desire is disappointed they have not slept with her but you will do. A pretty gem to grace his touch. Desire loves to indulge, it is part of his very being. Thus he wants you, a demigod, to bask in essence— The purest— Form of raw Desire.

"Where I touch, things want and need and love - drawn to their objects of desire like butterflies to a candle flame." These words were spoken to you by an entity.

Where you burn hot, Desire burners hotter; they engulf you like flames of Hephaistos' forge.

Comforting to be the one overwhelmed, drowning in the rush, granted a release no mortal could deliver.

There is sex but more… Flesh means nothing yet holds meaning. A vessel, a way to express art. It is strange for most of it you were essentially high while also possessed. It is a bit hard to explain.

There are tears as Desire brings out the pain of love, Gods, there is a lot of pain. Want is terrifying when not tempered.

Then comes the bliss, all the lust. When you are wild and free. Unbound and greedy.

Love is the release, the ultimate goal of a Love Goddess. 

When you recall that moment… You felt loved. Loved, love the way Steven feels for you. Pure and with every part of his divided heart.

"Yes, show me."

Exposing, baring, stripped of the walls and years of self-imposed chains.

"Agape," Your avatar name, "Open your heart to me."

The recent memory, the one that weighs in your pretty heart is what Desire peeks into especially with all the pain laced in it.

You find yourself digging into the heart of Jake Lockley, digging to find the source of his agony! Even if it means giving in to temptation. The way Lockley buries his cock in your mouth is slow and gentle, but do not mistake it for kindness. No, he wants this drag out, for you to feel the soreness of your throat the following day, to remind you this is what you are denying yourself. He groans, a smirk that exposes his teeth, his hand gripping your hair and messing it up. Hips snapping forward nearly caused you to choke. Lockley's eyes are closed as he is brought to the heavens of lust. His heart… Guarded and cold, you wonder what sort of heartbreak did Lockley endure to cause him to become the man you currently are forced to deep throat. A heart you wish to give your love to but know better than to touch without a barrier, he is not Steven…  Though you doubt Lockley could comprehend your love for Steven, how the heart within your body loves easily and can be enthralled and obsessive; you know… You can see the love he wishes to share buried deep into his guarded heart. Being the avatar and host to the heart of Aphrodite, you are a waking aphrodisiac in both the sexual and comfort aspect of the heart.  You remain steadfast as you gave Lockley only a very satisfying, with a condom on, blow job. Though it doesn't cover everything, your lips and your saliva does touch his skin, to heighten the intensity of his desires enough to get him to cum faster. Your sympathy for broken hearts all too often gets you in trouble, you swear you will learn yet you keep making the same mistakes.  Your whimper egging him on as holds you down to the base of his cock to swallow his seed— Though all you taste is the flavorless condom. Jake lets go of your head allowing you to slip away, your fingers pulling off and tying the condom closed. "Aw, ain't gonna at least drink it up for me?" Eyeing as you get up, fixing your skirt, and tossing the condom in a nearby mini trash container. He grabs a cigarette from the table, a cheap complimentary pack with some matches at the bottom for those who like to take a smoke after sex. You don't see the appeal outside of black-and-white movies.

Desire holds you as regrets, disgust, guilt, self-hatred are bleeding out of you. The memory is erotic but they can see clearly you resented yourself and the nature of being a being of Love. A mortal response, one they understand though they feel you are beyond such things. Your only task (outside of entertainment) is to indulge.

When the pain fades, your nose bleeds as you never fully unleashed the power of Aphrodite. No, the pain is twisted to and laced with pleasure. The mortal part of your heart, comforted by the essence you feared from the very beginning or felt you could never grasp.

He taught you to enjoy yourself, something you haven't been doing for many years.

Fear stilled you. Embracing your gift would mean consequences.Not indulging as you should be. Be Agape, be Eros, be Aphrodite.

#moon knight #reader insert #fanfiction #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #jake lockley x you #desire x reader #desire x you #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #marc spector #jake lockley #desire sandman #steven with a v #jake lockley x reader #steven my beloved #ao3 fanfic #moon knight smut #moon knight x reader #moon knight fanfic

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BOKUTO X READER

tw: death of a dog // angst-ish w/ comfort

"cheer up!"

"you're so strong for not crying! keep it up!"

"it's ok! they're in a better place. you should just be happy for them!"

"just don't think about it!"

those phrases, with some type of wording variation, were words you had heard a little too frequently lately.

3 days ago, your beloved dog had ascended to the clouds, and you had been a wreck internally since.

various people had said some sort of alteration of the above four phrases at least a few dozen times. and while you knew that they were simply trying to offer their comfort without malicious intent, their comments would either aggravate you or further add to your desolation.

you understood that it was scary. it would be scary seeing someone who you'd built up in your mind to be a sweet, bubbly, cheerful person breaking down and breaking character. it would be scary seeing them cease to be the person you once knew and loved. you wouldn't know who they were anymore and you were now desperately trying to keep them in character to preserve the bubbly image of the person in your mind.

you knew that you had to move on. you were a mess inside and you could feel your sadness continue to grow exponentially each and everyday.

however, no one would ever know you were such an internal wreck just by looking at you. you were trying so hard and doing a very good job at keeping up a good front. smile at your peers and teachers. keep your appearance tidy. go out with friends after school.

you, too, were trying to preserve the bubbly image of yourself in your mind.

"good morning, sensei!"

"good morning, l/n."

"yui-chan! good morning!"

"y/n-chan! morning! energetic as usual!"

"ah, bokuto-san! morning!"

"morning! how are you?"

you paused for a tiny fraction of a second. you felt your features trying to twist into a pained expression. you wanted to say, "not well, actually. i've been a wreck since, as the whole school knows for whatever reason, my dog passed recently." you wanted to cry. you wanted to go home. you wanted to scream. you wanted for your best friend to come back.

but you refused to let any of your thoughts show. pushing past it with a perhaps overly wide and possibly fake-looking smile, you replied, "great! i got a lot of sleep last night. how about you?"

bokuto, too, paused for a second. but not because he had to think about how he was doing, but because he saw the perhaps millisecond of hesitation. because he saw the slight crack in your cheerful facade. because he saw the way you tried to cover it up with an extra burst of cheer. because he saw it. because he saw you.

he chose not to comment on it, but made a mental note of it. "really good! i studied real hard last night, and i'm sure im gonna pass the math test today!"

"that's great!" you replied. "good luck!" and with that, you moved on with your day.

later, when you went outside, you realized that it was raining, and that you'd have to walk home in the pouring rain. you really didn't feel like getting wet today, so you chose to wait it out. the forecast said that it would take a mere 45 minutes, anyways.

two hours later, and you were still scrolling on your phone, waiting for the heavy rain to pass.

you sighed and set down your phone, bored. you had heard before that rain symbolized rebirth. perhaps right now, your beloved pup was getting reborn into a different body. you wondered if they were getting treated well in a nice home. if they had a warm bed and healthy meals. if they were doing well without you.

suddenly, you felt the drip-drip-dripping of not the rain from the sky on your legs, but the rain from your eyes instead. you had been so bottled up lately, and you could suddenly feel the cap pop off and all the emotion rushing out. you had been trying so hard to make it seem like everything was ok, when it reality, it wasn't. your best friend suddenly wasn't here anymore, and you felt more alone than ever. you had spent so much time and effort trying to be happy, but it wasn't working in the slightest, and you felt awful and incompetent for it. sobs wracked your body as you cried and grieved for your lost best friend. however, even in these moments, where you were obviously breaking down and having a much-needed cry, you were thinking to yourself, "why are you crying? keep up a smile! this is no time to be wallowing in pity. smile. smile. smile."

suddenly, you felt a gentle hand on your back. you turned around to see bokuto, setting his stuff down and coming to sit next to you.

"b-bokuto-san? oh my gosh, i'm so sorry. uhm, i actually, uh, stubbed my toe and it really hurt, so that's why i'm crying. gosh, i probably look like such a mess." you blabbered lamely.

"you know," he started, "if there's something bothering you, you can feel free to let me know. i'm a pretty good listener!"

you wiped your face quickly. "oh, don't worry. seriously, there's nothing wrong."

bokuto paused for a moment. "sorry if this is invading your privacy, but, well, i heard your dog died recently."

you're not quite sure why that was what set you off, but it did. like an old dam breaking down, a flood was released from your eyes as you let out loud, somewhat embarrassing sobs.

bokuto calmly rubbed your back with his large hand. "wanna talk about it?" he asked in a sort of soothing tone.

you weren't usually the type to complain or dramatize your situation in fear of burdening others with your problems. you had developed the habit of bottling up in order to not do so, and you thought that you'd been doing a good job at suppressing your emotions and pretending like everything's fine when it isn't. however, something about bokuto, whether it be the way he asked, his voice, the situation, whatever, tore down the walls you had built over the years. suddenly, you found yourself venting and bawling like a baby to a classmate you had never had a real conversation with. it was a bit embarrassing, humiliatingly vulnerable, but apparently much needed.

"and, well," you said in between your sobs, "everyone's been telling me to just be happy! and to not think about it! but sometimes, i don't know, i just really, really, really, want to cry and scream like a baby. i'm so tired of being the cheerful yet mature, infallible, reliable, therapist character! i just sometimes wish that i could lean on somebody, even if only for a few moments, even though that's also my worst nightmare. i hate that i don't even understand what im feeling! i hate it! i hate it!" you cried into him.

bokuto let you cry silently for a minute before starting with, "sometimes, i get into moods when im playing volleyball where i'm grumpy, annoyed, and frankly, useless." he chuckled a little before continuing, "my teammates call it 'bokuto's emo mode.'" his facial expression saddens a bit before saying, "they always tell me to snap out of it and to cheer up, but i don't think that they understand that sometimes, i just want to be sad."

you felt your heart pang a little. honestly, you couldn’t believe that a guy whom you’d never exchanged more than a brief set of hellos with seemed to understand your feelings better than your lifelong friends. “i just want to be sad,” huh? that indeed did feel accurate. you wanted to cry and sob for nights without end, but had never allowed yourself to before. it felt too vulnerable and dramatic to cry and feel sad about it.

you thought for a moment. “yeah,” you replied simply, not because you didn’t know what to say, or you didn’t agree, but actually, because you agreed entirely. bottling things up had always made things worse, whereas crying to bokuto felt therapeutic and relaxing. “honestly, this whole talk thing’s making me feel a lot better.

“im glad.” bokuto smiled warmly. “ill always be here if you ever need to talk again.”

and he kept that promise to be there, but not just for talking. he continued to be there for your highest and lowest moments, for your anger and resentment, for your sadness and angst, for your fear and disgust, for your bliss and joy.

he’d be there for your ongoing battle with depression, for your growth in talking about your problems instead of bottling it up, and for your 3am cravings.

he’d also be there for the first time you’d accepted a confession, which, coincidentally, happened to be from a guy named bokuto.

#tw #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #hq bokuto x reader #bokuto imagines #haikyuu bokuto x reader #bokuto scenarios #hq bokuto #bokuto x y/n #bokuto angst #bokuto comfort

[lotus-pear]

rip to your inbox for all these genshin x bsd ask BUT

Chuuya & xiao parallels are too real!! Dead friends? Check. Struggled with their humanity? Check. Totes loses HP during burst (corruption and very xiao based lamo) I always saw him as either polearm or catalyst (heizou-esque due to him being top marital artist) I can’t decide whether pyro or anemo so anemo vision but pyro delusion

And agree that Dazai would be cryo but either catalyst or bow (gun as weapon like clorinde!!) dazai definitely buffs the team and his burst is high attack but he loses hp / affects the whole team;

Akutagawa is a bow! He’s sooo squishy!! Has health draining mechanics when using burst; Electro maybe? And I’m thinking of venti burst or yoimiya skill.

Atsushi is claymore, big heavy attacks, geo? Has a minor healing mechanic and a cute little tiger that attacks (like Itto’s ushi hehe)

You’re so right that Kunikida is dendro!! A sword user for sure! You have to have specific em energy requirements to use him properly and he has his own artifact set that doesn’t mesh well for any other character lol

Also obvious yosano is kokomi; op healing, but I’m also thinking of after you’re healed to a certain percentage you get buffed attacks (like Bennett)

Okokok I’m done butttt lotus ur r amazing and your takes are soo good

chuuya would be anemo simply bc he’s a short guy w dead friends there’s literally no other reason /JJJ

anemo represents redemption and new beginnings, spirits whose souls are windswept and carefree and true to their heart. anemo is a symbol of individualism, telling its holders that their past does not define who they are and they are free to choose their own path in life. i feel anemo is very befitting of chuuya when you consider the actual symbolism of an anemo vision. and then there’s the whole gravity manipulation thing so air and wind and sky which is obvious enough

I RLY LIKE THE FACT THAT YOU BROUGHT UP THAT ATSUSHI CAN HEAL I THINK A LOT OF PPL FORGET THE TIGER IS AN ATK UNIT BUT IS ALSO CAPABLE OF RESTORATION. atsushi would be the most one of the most formidable dps in the game

i’d say kuni is a catalyst just bc of his notebook i literally cannot see him w any other weapon i’m sry i feel like since he’d be a physical sub dps or even a battery bc his ability is combat based but also provides a very useful support which could be translated to energy recharge ingame.. also dying on the hill he’d have his own artifact set since he’s so versatile

also you’re so right for yosano i feel like the lower the enemies hp is the more effective the healing bonus is

#ALSO AKU W A BOW?? BRO COULDNT LAST A DAY HIS CORE STRENGTH MUST BE ROCK BOTTOM LMAOOO but he’d look rly cool imao #electro or pyro fs i can’t decide which one tho i feel like electro would be cool but he’d have red lightning instead of purple💀 #anyway banger takes!! #lotus’s asks

[xenia-cenia]

The Words That Follow Tragedy - Kalim Al-Asim x Fem! Reader

Summary: In where Crowley discovers what you truly are.

Trade w/my friend @phaindulgement​ ! Check out their work too!! Once again I am taking inspiration from @merakiui​, specifically ‘Love Me Not’ and ‘Bittersweet Secret’ 

TWs: Suicide, pre-established relationship, uh I kinda went too hard on this, not edited but will be later, im the ceo of abrupt endings sorry

i. “There was nothing before there was something. That’s just how the world works. Darkness before the light.” 

You walked, exhaling against the cold winter day. Snowflakes stuck to your black coat, melting and dampening the fabric. The sun hung low in the sky, painting the world in vibrant hues of orange and red. Your heels clicked against the pavement, turning each step into a familiar dance. 

A couple walked past you, one with long black hair, and the other with short blond hair. Gloved hand in gloved hand, they giggled about something loudly. You fondly watched as they playfully shoved each other, one laughing a bit louder than the other. They crossed onto the bridge separating you and a rushing river, pausing at the peak and falling silent. The one with long hair grabbed the other and kissed them fondly.

You rolled your eyes as you passed them, comfortably taking your spot on the other edge of the bridge. You leaned against the rusting bars, the cold metal burning your palm, and sighed. A burst of white smoke left your mouth, and you recoiled in surprise before quietly laughing at yourself. 

The sun continued its descent, leaving you hardly any time to watch it go. You reached into a bag that faithfully clung to your shoulder, and pulled out a small unopened beige envelope sealed with red lipstick. It rubbed against your fingers, just a bit too rough for the sensation to go unnoticed. 

“To you, I guess.” You muttered, hoping the nearby couple wasn’t paying attention to you. You draped your arms against the edge of the bars, limply letting the envelope fall out of your hands. It fluttered in the wind, almost as if it were fighting its fate, slowly descending closer and closer to its inevitable demise. 

When the envelope hit the water, it was crushed and buried within seconds. There was something cathartic about it, you thought to yourself, knowing that it was destroyed quick. You looked between the water and your bag with dim eyes, slowly pulling the bag off your shoulder and sitting it on the ground. It clanked as the heavy object inside protested its sudden change in altitude.

You looked back towards the sun, letting the remaining rays warm your face. With a deep breath, you pulled your hands off the metal bars and stepped away from the bridge.

ii. “But... what about everything in between?”

The moon shone brilliantly between the pillars of Kalim’s bedroom, streaks of light illuminating his face and sleepy eyes. He was lying on his right hand, dressed in his school uniform, staring at you. You were looking at some book he’d never seen before, making occasional comments about how interesting it was and trying to explain it to him. 

Once you noticed his silence, you looked over at him and laughed anxiously. “What?”

“I like listening to you.”

You rolled over, set the book beside you, and poked him in the ribs. “You’re such a dork, Kalim.”

“Ahaha!” He sat up and wiped the tiredness from his eyes, “Ahh, you always wake me up. Let’s go do something!”

“Do something? It’s the middle of the night.”

“C’mon! It’ll be fun!” He leaped out of bed, taking you with him. His warm hand gripped your cold one, the jingling of his bracelets and joy in his smile illuminating the dark halls of Scarabia. You began to jog to match his stride, hushed laughter bouncing between the two of you. Every four steps or so, he’d look back and each time his eyes would brighten. It felt like he was reminding himself that you were real and here to stay. 

When the two of you hit the cold night air that comes with desserts, your laughter grew and you leaned against Kalim’s arm. “Jamil’s gonna be so mad!”

“It’s fine, Jamil and I used to sneak out all the time!” 

“WHAT?!” You yelled in disbelief, laughter bleeding into your words, “JAMIL used to sneak out?”

“All the time! We’d dance! We even made our own songs!” He let go of your hand and danced a memorized routine, “This one was my favorite.” He stepped through the paces of his dance, occasionally stumbling over his feet and turning to smile at you each time he did. When he finished he held his hand out to you, a warm smile on his face.

“I can’t dance.” You looked between his hand and his eyes.

“Everyone can dance! It’s just about fun!” 

“I’ll look ridiculous.”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you closer, “You look beautiful.”

Slowly, he spun you, letting you decide how fast or slow you wanted to take it. After you’d gotten the hang of it, you moved faster. The two of you stood in the freezing desert, moving as if the dance were second nature. The paces, the steps, the music you imagined. All of it felt perfect. 

As the sweat started to build, you looked at Kalim’s face. He was biting the inside of his cheek in concentration, his hands lingering where he thought they’d meet yours. He moved with the grace of a bird taking to the skies, and the delicacy of a rabbit sniffing a strand of grass. He felt fragile; breakable. Like someone who’d been kept on too high a shelf. But despite that, he spun as if he were made of iron. 

Kalim tried to keep his eyes on you as he danced. You had a thoughtful look in your fleeting eyes; one that lit his chest on fire, sending his heart into a flurry. Your cold fingers bit against his hands, leaving a ghost of a whisper behind when they left. You never seemed to stay in a moment for too long, always looking for the opportunity to focus somewhere else. In the rare moments where you lingered, he knew he would be staying to collect the pieces you left behind.

You stopped suddenly, startling him enough to stumble over himself. Your hands grasped his, your cold skin bringing him back to your eyes. In those eyes, he saw sadness. You opened your mouth and said,

iii. “I’m scared of losing it too.”

A gasp of air as you came from the depths of the pool, the sun shining onto your face. You kept your eyes firmly shut, only moving enough to keep yourself afloat.

“Marco!” You called out.

“Polo!” Your friends responded, on either side of the pool. You giggled and dove back under the water. You forced your eyes open, the chlorine burning your eyes, and four sets of legs splashed about in the water around you. Your vision was bleary, begging you to shut your eyes, but you kept them pried open and chased after a set of legs that quickly paddled away from you. 

You came back up for air, “Marco!” 

“Polo!” They responded, laughter ricocheting between the children. Blindly, you followed the noises, leaping forward when you heard a giggle in front of you. Instead of skin, you found yourself underwater again, the water pounding in your ears. You opened your eyes and only saw the tile flooring of the pool. 

You turned around in the water, searching for any sets of legs, but there was nothing. Your hands searched for the ladder, feeling terrified. Once you grabbed the cool metal, you hoisted yourself back to the surface and took a deep breath.

iv. “You won’t lose it! You won’t lose...”

Kalim stared blankly at you, his words of comfort pausing on his tongue. You smiled at him, cool hand pressing against his cheek, “Let’s dance sometime again, Kalim.”

“We can keep dancing, we don’t need to stop.”

“It’s late. Jamil’s going to get worried.” You pulled away, leaving him to watch you go. 

When you returned to Ramshackle, a beige envelope was stuck in the door handle. You removed it tenderly, flipping it over in your hands. The rough material dug against your fingers, a soft cut breaking through your skin as you opened the flap. 

The letter inside was quick. You’d read it over several times in under a minute. Your heart began to pound as you took off in a sprint, the night sky illuminating your tearful face. Your sneakers banged against the cement, the dull thudding reverberating in your bones, and your skin began to burn. 

You ran through the courtyard, through the campus, into the main building, and right in front of Crowley’s door. You pounded your fist against the solid wood, more panting than breathing, waiting for a response. The door slowly opened, revealing a tense Crowley.

He awkwardly walked back to his seat, papers laid out in front of him. He clicked his nails together, trying to push the inevitable conversation away.

“You-” you spoke between gasps, “You found my home!”

“Yes.” He responded stiltedly. “I found where you are from.”

“Then, please! How do I get home?”

He sighed, his eyes dropping to his lap, “Unfortunately, there is no returning.”

“What?” You froze, blinking owlishly at him. After a moment of silence, you laughed emptily, “Alright, jokes over. C’mon, Crowley, how do I get home?”

Crowley reached for a paper and slid it over to you. Wordlessly, he shut his eyes and braced himself for your reaction. You grabbed the paper with shaky hands and read it carefully.

Another suicide at popular tourist site. Following the death and controversy of ---------- ----------, it seems his daughter could not live with the pressure. She leaped off ------------ bridge at 5:47 p.m. this Monday. The community is racked with mourners, especially her peers at ---------- high school. 

Two witnesses report that she looked ‘perfectly normal’ that night. Police have found a bag where she jumped, which contained a single candle with her father’s name on it. She is not survived by any family. 

“It truly is a tragedy,” her teacher says, “(Y/N) was a good kid. We-we’d all wanted to be there for her... when... y’know... I just... I wish I’d done more...”

Tears blurred your vision and dropped onto the page, you stared at the page as if you could will the words to change. 

“I...” You swallowed the spit accumulating in your mouth, “I’m dead?”

“I’m truly sorry-”

“I’m dead.” You repeated, “I’m dead.”

“You may be dead in your world, but you are still alive he-”

“I don’t want to be here!” You stood and ripped the page in half, “This isn’t my home! I had a home! A life! Oh. Oh, God.” Your legs gave out beneath you, panic filling your body. “This can’t be right. Please. Please, I wanna go home. My- please. Please, please, please. I can’t- no. No. Please.”

Crowley watched from his seat, unable to muster any words.

“I- my- I-” A sob tore through your body. The grief of your life destroyed you inside, eating at your core and spitting out the tarnished remains of your self. A scream tore through, erupting through the near-silence, and burning your throat. You screamed until the only noise that came out was a croaky whimper, and your eyes fell shut in exhaustion. 

v. “Please, stay.”

You woke up in Ramshackle dorm, a warm hand encompassing yours. Your bleary eyes searched the room until a soft smile came into focus.

“Good morning,” He spoke with a soft voice, obviously trying to cheer you up despite the sadness in his eyes.

“I-” You began to speak, but winced at the pain.

“No, don’t-” He grabbed a warm glass of water and pressed it to your lips. As you drank, he rubbed his thumb against your palm. “The Headmage told me. I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling... I’m so sorry.”

You looked at him helplessly, raising a shaky hand to separate the glass from your lips. He blinked away tears.

“We’re not what you’re used to, but you will always have a home with the Asims.” He sighed, “It... I... I won’t leave your side until you start to feel better. I’ll take care of you.”

Kalim kissed your knuckles, “If you want me to leave, I can go. Just... whatever you need, it’s yours.”

You smiled sadly at him and pulled against his hands. He leaned in closer to you, his ear centimeters from your mouth.

“Please, stay.” Your voice was scratchy and broken, but the message got across. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead softly, his nose brushing against your eyebrow.

“Your wish is my command.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland kalim #kalim twisted wonderland #kalim al-asim #kalim alasim #kalim al asim #twst kalim #twst kalim x reader #kalim al-asim x reader #kalim al asim x reader #kalim alasim x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

[internetho]

Park Walk (more like Chase)

This was supposed to be finished last YEAR. I got stuck in Mexico so I had the minimum amount of braincells to finish this at 2 in the morning. Posted it to Ao3 too

Reader gets chased through the park by Flock that’s all lol

Fic under the line + Art (I finally updated it please look at it)

‘That’s a weird looking bird’ - thought as they stood 10 feet from the tree said bird was lounging in.

This is the second time they’ve come across one of those things and this time there was no door to hide behind. This time it was purple instead of orange from what they could see under the dim lights of the park lamps. It looked pretty goopy which is kind of goofy for a bird (wonder what that feels like, would be terrifying if it could fly), it also has SYTHES FOR ARMS????

Luckily, it didn’t seem to notice - yet so they began to back away from it slowly.

The thing is though…

It’s autumn, and in autumn what falls from trees?

Leaves

Extremely crunchy leaves

All coherent Thoughts had left -‘s head as soon as they saw the bird and not a single new one had come into it in the five minutes they had been standing there, monster watching.

So like an absolute idiot, (and without looking back to check) - stepped backwards directly off the path and onto a pile of leaves.

• C R O N C H •

‘Ah shit’

The bird snapped it’s head to look at them and (to -‘s horror) began to Screech. They covered their ears but could still hear faint ringing as they turned and began to sprint back down the path.

“It is official this county is FUCKING CURSED” - half shouted to themself- head raised to the sky as they felt a thump on the ground and several smaller vibrations on the ground behind them.

‘And the Bird is giving chase…Awesome’

- just wanted to go outside for once but here they were getting chased down by Big Bird’s smaller and more violent cousin. Their first time out in ages was going great. They’d rather have stayed inside doing nothing if they knew going out would’ve ended this way.

During their little monkey brain moment the path had progressively gotten more and more rocky. While this would normally slow anything like a bike down, this wasn’t a bike. This was a mass of slime that began gaining purchase as the stones of the path got larger and more cobbly.

‘Think THINK THINK IT LOOKS LIKE A BIRD HOW DO YOU PACIFY A BIRD’

‘The chicken video’

‘THE CHICKEN VIDEO’

How could they forget that one chicken video with a guy and a finger and- SOMETHIGN ELSE BUT THATS NOT IMPORTANT A DEMON is CHASING YOU

‘There’

An opening between two trees big enough for one person to squeeze through, and half a monster.

Perfect

Taking as deep of a breath as possible while one is running for their life, - put a burst of speed and miraculously didn’t trip or get stuck in the space between the two trees as the bird gave chase.

The impact from this giant goop ball managed the shake the trees quite a bit but they held fast.

Big bird was now (read: for the time being) trapped and squawking loudly again, unable to register the small space it would now have to have to back out of somehow. It also began flapping(?) it’s goopy appendages, spraying some liquid onto -‘s arms as they were still backing away.

Not even giving the thought to put their fingers anywhere NEAR this giant flailing bird thing, - -huffing and puffing due the the amount of running they just did- set about finding the nearest, decently sized stick and began waving it slowly in front of the thing’s face.

Focusing on the new thing in front of it, the bird stared as - guided its gaze towards the ground where upon reaching it, began to draw a line in between its eyes. It was like a little bubble formed around the two, no noise coming in or out, not even normal background park noises one would expect.

Just

Silence

Once the bird was thoroughly not present in this plain, feeling a bit dizzy; - stood up from their crouched position with some difficulty. When did their breath get so short? Why do their arms sting so much??

‘Oh Those are clouds. I’m on my back everything is swirling arou-’

They passed out

——

“Flooockkkk?”

“Pspspspspsps”

“FLOOOCKKKK???”

It’d been 10 minutes since Simon had come back and as soon as he saw the empty tree that was not so empty when he last saw it he’d been looking all around the area for his missing partner.

Thankfully nobody came around these parts of the park at this hour or he wouldn’t have be able to look for them as freely. Now walking down the path to a more forested area, Simon called out again.

“Flockkkk?!!!”

A faint trill answered from just a few feet off of the path.

‘Oh thank Six’

Rushing over, Simon was greeted with the sight of his partner and the reason he hadn’t found them earlier was now clear.

The Flock was stuck in between two tree trunks with a line drawn in the dirt. Said line led from the trip of their beak to a stick which led to a-

‘Ah shiiiiit’

A very much passed out human laying sprawled on the ground barely a few feet from the pair of veldigun.

Panic back in full force, Simon rushed over to his partner and began checking them over for signs of change.

Legs? No. Change in behavior? No, they are weirdly calm though.

Okay then, looks like the human would be relatively fine until the morning.

Walking behind the tree The Flock was still stuck in, he began making beckoning noises again.

Which was mainly just- “Pspspspspspsss” but that was the one that worked the most. That seemed to do the trick, the purple blob’s head shot up and it began slowly backing out of the space with little difficulty -now that it knows where to go-chirping and squawking all the while.

With that hiccup dealt with, Simon begins the task of getting the still passed out human where other humans can find them(said task just consisted of Simon half dragging - half carrying the human to the path while trying his very best not to touch any exposed skin as to not cause them any unnecessary damage). The Flock remains calm throughout this little process and with Simon around, there was a lot less chance of them attacking the human so it goes relatively quickly.

Now that the human is as safe as can be, Simon takes the Flock into his arms and begins the trek back to their home before the sun rises.

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