#//Takes on a whole different meaning the more time they spend together and as Cloud Retainer And Streetward Rambler start catching feels

[dutybcrne]

Watching a show bc Yes, and after getting to a certain part I

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Bruhhh Cloud Retainer gifting Guizhong her hairpin to mark her-

[tendermiasma]

Anonymous asked: Did Clover help Halsin with the shadow curse etc, or is their story divergent from the game?

He did, in time. In the Shadowlands he felt exposed and vulnerable with nowhere to run. When the party started ordering him down from taking extra watches he exhausted himself with concealment spells. Halsin in particular seemed concerned with his welfare, encouraging him to rest, which made Clover vow never to close both eyes again. Halsin's entanglement with the Fey made him, in his eyes, his greatest threat. Halsin's want to keep him close felt like

a hound guarding his master's kill, waiting for his return. He'd walked in darkness before and braved the Shadowfell when the little thing inside him that his whole life kept him alive, that screamed and screamed to run or die, reached a fever pitch. It ended poorly.

It pained Halsin more and more that Clover looked at him with such confused mistrust, that he shrank from him. He should let someone alone who clearly wanted nothing to do with him. A sting was natural, but knowing that it was what one wanted had always made it easier to part ways in the end. It made him restless. A pit opened in his stomach when he'd reach to relieve Clover of the heavy water pail to douse the fire and watch his gaze immediately struggle to find its sharpness under a bleary sleeplessness thick with nights spent holding up wards while the Weave frayed around him. Halsin's eyes roamed the treeline but he only thought of how Clover froze at his approaching footfalls at the change of watch. Halsin felt childish, selfish even. Why couldn't he just let this be? He knew why. Something was deeply wrong-- he was a healer and saw in Clover an injury of a different kind. He wished he could convince himself it was the only reason. He had never been a good liar, but this was the first time he cursed himself for it.

It was he who carried Clover back to the firelight and kept him in his own tent to recover. As kind as Halsin was, it was unwise for anyone to keep Clover from him then.

In its unfamiliar warmth was the first time Clover ever spoke of what happened to him. He spoke in the weight of forests holding lost years and spells and a man in the bones of an owl. It all lay about in a half-light, a moonlight throwing long shadows on what he could not say, what he could not remember, what choked him from fear to even whisper.

While he was unable to leave-- due to his physical state and later Halsin's strong insistence-- they had many hushed hours to spend together. It was the first time Clover noticed the heaviness in Halsin's eyes that would part like clouds for the sun when there was something to be done. Clover softened under Halsin's murmured conversation and learned not to pull from his hands. He was only able to stand so much though; Halsin's intentioned touch was overwhelming. It was gentle and mindful and consumed his entire senses and made him want to bolt for the Shadowfell once more. He wanted to cut out every part of him that Halsin's hands had touched because he wanted to think of anything else besides the memory of them lingering on his skin. He wanted Halsin to never stop touching him. He wanted to set the tent on fire.

The warm and deep scent of the blankets and furs that Halsin piled around him was intoxicating and dangerously comforting to Clover. He put nettles under his cheek to keep himself from falling asleep. It sometimes wasn't enough. When Halsin drew close, Clover was enveloped in the same scent.

It took a great amount of trust for Clover to finally help Halsin lift the Shadow Curse and rescue Thaniel. He began to see Halsin's true heart when he very nearly made the whole world stop for him, just by giving him a place to be and a little bit of care without Clover having to look over his shoulder. Even if he still watched, he watched him differently. He defended the gateway with a ferocity and sense of purpose he could never remember feeling before; that something had meaning now. He knew the thing that Halsin would carry back with him. He did not know what he would do. But the little animal that lived in him that always told him to run was waiting for him, too.

[volturiprincess]

A late night conversation with Felix (Extended Version)

Felix Volturi x human mate reader

Summary: The conversation that happens between reader and Felix late at night when reader has a hard time falling asleep Warnings: None really, just some curse words and some mentions of smut but overall cute fluff A/N: I finally got to it and I got to say it was fun to write. its not really structured like a one-shot, its more like back and forth dialogue. Something different but I loved it. There will be a second A/N in the end. F/c: favorite color Word Count: 1060 🌹~~~~~~~~~~~🌹~~~~~~~~~~~~🌹~~~~~~~~~~~~🌹~~~~~~~~~~~~🌹

(Mighty fine man)

I have been awake for the past hour chatting away with Felix. I am supposed to be sleeping but sleep appears to not be on my side currently. And it does not help that Felix just lets me talk away and does not even bother to make me fall asleep– but that is one of the many reasons why I love him. Our current situation right now is him barely fitting on the twin size bed in my dorm, his poor legs are dangling off the bed while I'm snuggled on top of him with his arms wrapped around me. This is not the first night where we have been like this, Felix likes to visit me as frequently as he can at night when he is not away on some mission or has a night guard shift. Even if I am currently in college (one that is close to Volterra), we spend a lot of time together either studying, going on dates, sex in the most risky places in my campus, and my favorite thing; lying in bed with him late at night talking about the most random crap to exist like now

“ Felix? Do you know why a raven is like a writing desk?”

I heard him take an unnecessary breath before he responded

“My dear little rose, sometimes you really are a mystery to me, what goes through that pretty head of yours when iIm not around?

“Well first of all school, and that stupid essay that's due tomorrow but then my mind wanders to you and your jaw dropping arms that just fits so perfectly around me or how your large hand makes quiet the nice necklace”

The way he gasp made me think I really did catch him off guard 

“And here I thought my little cara was a good girl and only focused on school”

“Well you thought wrong big guy, how am I supposed to think clearly when I have you as a lover? The way you know how to have me on my knees for you with just a look is just insane?”

Without even looking at him I knew he had that shark-like grin he gets when his ego is boosted which never fails to amuse me.

“You know the way you always compliment me with your modern words makes me fall for you more than you can imagine”

“Oh don't get soft on me yet big guy, you haven't even meet my delusional self when I lack sleep”

He chuckled slightly

“Oh cara, nothing could make me love you less”

“Hmmm, mind if I ask you something Fe?

“Anything amore”

“Do you have a switch? 

Dead silence once again with his small sigh 

“...No…..why?”

“Because I want to turn you on.”

The dead silence that came after made me think that I finally broke him but then the booming laugh that came out of him made me look up at him in shock. My eyebrows then furrowed in confusion when he calmed down after 5 minutes of laughter

“With that being said short stack you should get some rest, you need it”

“First of all, who are you calling short stack?”

“You obviously, look at you compared to me, you fit on this bed perfectly while im barely on it”

“Well it's not my fault you’re a whole ass unit of a man, look at you, I mean i'm not complaining, I love your size, but then again that's probably my size kink that clouds my mind when I see you”

In a teasing voice he replied

“Is that the only thing you think about when you see me, not my dashing smile, or my wonderful personality that can make you blush easily and make you weak in the knees”

“On the contrary I love those characteristics of yours, your more that I can handle half of the time”

He chuckles again and then says calmly

“Just close your eyes, i'll be here when you wake up in the morning”

“Like it's that easy Felix, you think I don't do that every night?’

“Well if you don't go to sleep then I will make you sleepy”

The dead silence after that was so thick that even Alec’s gift would be jealous.

“Is that a promise?”

He tilted my head slightly so I could look at him and he that look that look like he was going to eat me whole and that instantly sent an electric feeling of aroused to my core

“If you don't fall asleep soon then….no sex for a week”

The audacity of this man– well vampire has to deny me sex for a week is absurd, who does he think he is to say such a thing?

“You wouldn't dare”

“Oh but I will”

“You wouldn't last a day without being intimate with me”

“Oh but I managed to last centuries without having sex”

“Well I uh, now it's different Felix, found your mate now, you wouldn't last a day”

“So you want to bet on that then?”

“WHAT no, are you insane, i'm only saying you wouldn't last, me on the other hand, well that's a different story”

“Alright I won't deny you what you desire, but you need to sleep already tesoro, I don't want you to fall asleep in your classes”

“Well then you haven't met my english professor have you, he has this monotone voice that sounds like a combination of Kermit the frog and a flat line, I don't know whether to hold in a laugh or to fall asleep”

“Kermit the Frog? Who is that?”

“Oh right your like a million years old, he's a muppet and he's a frog obviously”

“A muppet? I never heard of that, is he like a puppet then?”

“In a way, you know what, tomorrow night we will have a movie night and I will show you the muppet movie, okay my love?”

“Alright, but now sleep or I will be serious about my threat”

“Ok ok, don't need to be dramatic now, look i'll close my eyes now”

Unfortunately the minute I closed my eyes, sleep over took me and I passed out in a minute in the coldness that naturally Felix releases and my f/c quilt draped over me that Felix got me for my birthday last year. 

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A/N: The part where I said about having a professor that has a voice combination of Kermit and a flat line is true. Anyways, I hope you like it and my I will start working on a Jasper one-shot, I got inspiration from a song recently so something to look forward to.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Re: the split/kid Kim AU, I've seen you say a lot about the interactions between Chay and Kim and kid!Kim (which are wonderful and I love them!). Do you have any thoughts about the interactions between Kinn or Khun and kid!Kim?

Ooh, you're right, most of my posts have focused on Kim and Chay which is hilarious, because actually! The fic is centered around Kim and his brothers!! Since this fic is figuratively and literally about healing Kim's inner child, a very large part of that means mending his relationship with Kinn and Khun.

When this fic starts, Kim is ~13 and his Kinn is still dating Tawan. Kinn hasn't gone through all the heart break and betrayal that turned him into someone cold and cruel. He's still Kim's big, sweet, kind older brother, and even though kid Kim is a grumpy little storm cloud, he loves his brothers more than anything. He doesn't know why everything is suddenly so much different, but he trusts Kinn to fix it. And Kinn does not know what to do with a Kim that wholeheartedly, unquestioningly (mostly) trusts him.

“Kim?” The boy doesn’t respond. Kinn wants to reach out to him, but he’s still got that knife clutched in his hand, and he might be wild enough to use it, even against his own brother.  “It’s alright, nong, you’re safe now. You’re home. I’m—hia’s here. Okay?” Kinn crawls closer. He keeps his voice even and soothing, or tries to, at least. He doesn’t know how well it works. Kim doesn’t move from his hiding place, and he doesn’t stop shaking.  Kim’s voice breaks when he chokes out, “I don’t know what’s happening.”  When Kinn comes closer, close enough to touch, Kim doesn’t flinch away from him. He picks his head up and fixes Kinn with his wide, red-rimmed eyes, and looks at him like he holds all the answers. Kinn desperately wishes he did.  “Hia?” “Come on, nong.” Kinn holds out his hand. “Let’s figure this out together.”

This is probably going to end up focused on Kim and Kinn's relationship, actually, since Kim is already a little closer to Khun. Luckily adult Khun is jsut as crazy as Kim remembers, and he takes the whole kid!Kim thing in stride, so naturally Kim gravitates towards him. But as much as he loves Khun, Kinn is the one he looks up to, the one he believes can fix everything. And Kinn, who takes on so much responsibility, who's finally the one in charge, can now protect Kim the way he thinks he should have when they were younger.

This fic is also where I started my headcanon that Khun calls Kim his little songbird. At some point adult Kim will see how easy it is for his younger self to get along with his brothers (talking, spending time, cuddling with them, all things Kim hasn't allowed himself in years) and it makes his heart ache. He thinks it's too late. Even apologizes that he isn't the brother Khun deserves, but Khun just huffs and calls him an idiot for ever thinking that jsut because he's broken out of his cage and is flying free, doesn't mean he isn't still Khun's precious songbird. He's jsut been waiting for Kim to stop being so stubborn and finally come home, and so as Kinn. Cue little Kim taking Kim's hand and dragging him into a cuddle pile bc see? how easy?? it is???

And it's not easy, because Kim doesn't have these memories of being close to his brothers. They feel like strangers to him now without them. But... it is nice. It's so good, he doesn't know how he's lived without them all these years. Kid!Kim is happily bundled up in one of Khun's fluffiest coats, calling Kim dumb for nor seeing how much he still needs them. The story is about Kim healing his inner child, but his child self ends up healing him, too.

There's also a really fun dynamic between Kid!Kim and Porsche, because Kinn. Does not know how to brother. But Porsche is very good at brothering, and he knows how to handle Little Brother Emotional CrisisTM. So until Kinn learns how to be a brother to Kim again, he's the one filling that role, and it's very cute. Esp. when Kim finds out Porsche is Chay's older brother, then he's all awkwardly trying to as about his super cute future boyfriend 🥺👉👈 (He tries to play it cool around Chay. he is not successful. Chay thinks he's adorable.)

After Kim is reunited with child self/no longer going around as two people, he ends up with really weird feelings towards Porsche? They weren't particularly close before, but suddenly? Porsche feels?? safe??? One day Kim just hugs him out of the blue and they both freeze because it was such a natural instinct to Kim he didn't even question it, but also he doesn't hug Porsche?? ever??? (Porsche thinks it's both hilarious and adorable)

Also I want to mention that I have a very similar AU to this, except it's Kinn that gets de-aged instead! Porsche drops him off at Kim's apartment out of the blue and Kim is like wtf no?? And that one has accompanying fanart! Little Kinn gets nightmares, and he sneaks in to sleep with Kim bc he's too afraid to sleep alone 🥺

[thepeanutbutterwizard]

Death of destiny au Garmafam.

Misako, Garmadon, Skylor, Lloyd, and Unagami.

And a bit more info about the au!

So, the whole things actually starts right after the FSM imprisoned the Overlord on the Dark Island. He's realized that the two of them are equally matched, and even though FSM has managed to stop the Overlord for now, he would never be able to permanently stop him.

FSM travels to Cloud Kingdom, gifting the inhabitants the magic destiny-altering scrolls and quills and ink, and tasking them with finding a way to permanently end the Overlord.

From there, the Green Ninja Prophecy is written, and the scribes of Cloud Kingdom spend the next few millennia rewriting the lives of the citizens of Ninjago to try and fulfill the Prophecy.

Things go as cannon until Garmadon gets banished. Misako, instead of trying to just research the Prophecy and find a way to get around it, decides that the best way to save both Garm and Lloyd from the Prophecy is to take Lloyd and raise him to be evil with Garmadon.

The lead scribe (Fenwick? Was that that fuckers name?) doesn't think anything of this, writing off her efforts as too futile to even be a threat to their plan (cannon. The plan is everything that happens in cannon).

After all, what can a single mortal woman do against the power of Destiny?

A whole fuckin lot, actually.

Misako studies dark magic, takes control of the Stone Army, and breaks Garmadon out of the Underworld while Lloyd is still young, no older than a toddler.

The couple then turn their attention to conquering Ninjago, and raising Lloyd together.

Lloyd being raised by a demon warlord and a dark sorceress who absolutely adore him leads him to genuinely wanting to be just like them, and the Green Ninja proudly proclaiming that he wants to be evil, and actually meaning it, breaks the Prophecy.

And all the scrolls in Cloud Kingdom, freeing everyone in Ninjago from the grips of destiny.

Which leads to many characters forging different paths for themselves, like Skylor. She escaped from Chen's island when Clouse finally has enough and stages a mutiny, and gets caught trying to steal supplies from a camp of Garmadon soldiers. Garmisako realize that she's the Elemental Master of Amber (which is a Wild Element in my sort of expanded Ninjago lore), and decide to take her in.

They raise her like she's their own, and after some time passes Skylor comes to view them fully as her parents, and Lloyd as her little brother. As a teen, she is a brutal second-in-command to her parents.

Confession time, I still haven't fully seen S12 yet, but I know enough about Unagami to throw him in there too. He's found by or reaches out to the Garmadons, starts working with them, and quickly becomes friends with Lloyd.

The little drone thing is one of many that Unagami uses to interact with the physical world, haven't decided if/when he can start trapping people in the digital world, or what that would be used for.

Lloyd is a chaotic gremlin of the highest degree, fights with a mech, and also has a stinger hidden in that tuft on the end of his tail.

They're all Disney villains, and having an absolute blast menacing the entire continent of Ninjago together.

[bumblebyaf]

the pricefield breakup was good

just finished double exposure and while the game had many flaws i entirely disagree with one of the biggest complaints i’ve seen both before and after the games release: the pricefield breakup. in fact, the pricefield breakup is my favorite part of the game and one of the most fascinating character writing decisions that defined a lot max’s character for me…so here’s my essay on why max & chloe could never work long term, the breakup was incredibly natural, and how its the only way for both of them to move on. don’t bother reading of course if you don’t want to hear any of these opinions <3 

to start off the bat (and this will be the paragraph people hate the most): max & chloe are one of the weakest lis pairings (and again this is obviously all my opinion). they honestly never even had that much chemistry to me and i probably never would have shipped them had the game come out later but since the game came out when it did and it was the first gay game i’d ever played and they were like the only gay rep i knew it was brilliant & i think nostalgia for this clouds a lot of what people see when they think of pricefield but objectively they never make sense as a pairing to me and i find their scenes together quite awkward or boring. chloe is an asshole to max throughout the whole game (and i am a huge chloe supporter, i understand absolutely where all of her anger and issues were stemming from and it made sense!) and max is either a pushover who just lets her do it or like entirely indifferent to it/ignores it i guess depending on how you play; and max is shitty too i mean we know she ghosted chloe for years and then went back to blackwell for like a month or whatever without ever looking up chloe and who knows if she ever actually would have. which like max doesn’t have an obligation to do that but she clearly wanted to after she meets chloe again and then she spends so much of the game thinking about how chloe replaced her with rachel when max left first and trying to just slot herself back into the exact spot she left (also chloe did not replace her anyway they were entirely different relationships). (unrelated but this is why i hate when people have max add her name to the wall in the junkyard hide out lol) max spends the entire game watching chloe die in several different ways and trying desperately to keep her alive which has got to make a crazy trauma bond/attachment and honestly aside from one or two very obviously written “gay” scenes chloe barely registers as romantically interested in max to me (which…yeah chloe is spending the whole game going through a lot of stuff!) right up until the end where chloe realizes how hard max has been trying to keep her alive/max has been helping her with all the struggles she’s having this week/backing her up with her family drama etc during a time where chloe doesn’t really think anyone cares about her…which i don’t know again seems like a trauma bond to me! and then max sacrifices an entire town for her? of course they get together. you also have to remember that this game takes place during like the WORST week of these two young girls lives it’s just crazy to me how people define their entire relationship/personalities by this time period 

also like i know a lot of LIS fans don’t love BTS because its a different studio and the original LIS writers never wanted a prequel & that for some reason a lot of LIS fans think rachel is the devils fucking spawn BUT thats a different argument (bts being my second favorite game & rachel my third favorite character) but after watching chloe in bts (still with Issues and trauma but less heavy and more shared) and seeing her fall in love with rachel there i could never see her with max the same way

also to be clear i’m not saying at all that i think max & chloe don’t care for each other deeply; i do believe they love each other my argument is just that this relationship could never really last long term and mostly stemmed from the trauma they were going through which brings me to the main part:

max & chloe breaking up makes perfect sense for their characters, especially the reason given as well. chloe telling max that she wants to move forward and live in the future but max is always looking to the past- this single line sold me on the break up immediately i found it fascinating! max does live in the past! its her entire power! her entire game is about rewinding over and over to make the perfect moment etc. max’s character is constantly being brought into question when it comes to how she uses her powers even when she only ever tries to use them for good reason (in particularly i really like the subtle way the comics handled this too, BY CHLOE, but i know not everyone likes the comics either and they’re obviously not canon to the games since they contradict double exposure lore as well. but in the comics an alternate timeline chloe criticizes max on how reflexively she uses her powers to save/help people without considering how rewinding a moment affects everyone around them as well- and how sometimes things go wrong but can work out anyway. this is proven by us also following a second timeline without max there to rewind and we see how those characters navigate the issues max erased and in some instances they turn out even better and i like a happier healthier chloe having this perspective).  i feel like the chloe we meet in life is strange is so specific to that one game (she is going through so much active trauma and it is literally like the worst week of her life) but the pieces of her i’ve seen outside of that game show me how much her character can change when given space to breathe so i don’t think its fair to hold her to just that week. i can very easily see how chloe would want to put everything behind her and try to fully move on/away from everything that has happened and this being the only way she feels she can move forward- similarly how max could spend everyday stuck living with the choices she made and the effects its had on her, how much harder it is for her to separate and move on. 

i also think it makes perfect sense that chloe could grow some resentment towards max for her mothers death- i’m sure chloe wouldn’t act on this but i can see them both knowing it’s there and chloe not really being able to help feeling it. i mean chloe really is fully accepting of her death in life is strange and its max who makes the choice to keep her alive (and yes it’s shitty of chloe to make it seem like a choice at all but that’s also just like…the game having to give the player a choice too). chloe has to live with knowing her mother and everyone she knew died so she could live and max has to live with knowing she directly made that choice and both of them have to just…know and live and think about this everyday they’re with each other how can they move on? is that not suffocating? with some space they can at least maybe start to really separate from it 

i also think chloe’s implied insecurities around max rewinding parts of their relationship also make sense to be honest…max spends the entire game trying to fix every interaction to be the right one like i KNOW she would rewind mistakes because i DID that as her; and maybe you can say max would never use her powers again after the storm but to be honest i don’t think thats true…i think she would never redo grand scale things again (except i guess she does in double exposure) but i just don’t know if i believe she could resist the temptation to keep her and chloe’s interactions perfect- at least in the beginning. i’m not saying she DOES but i GET it- i understand chloe’s paranoia (if it is just paranoia and not fact) because i don’t think i could trust either because i also understand MAX. max who killed an entire town for chloe & their relationship- wouldn’t you feel like you had to keep doing everything in your power to make sure it works? to keep it good, to keep chloe happy?  it’s a really complicated feeling for both of them i’m sure

and i think chloe is right when she says max is always living in the past because we literally see her doing it during the game. she’s still journaling to chloe, she keeps chloe in her wallet & on her wall, we keep having flashbacks to arcadia, max keeps a box of arcadia with her (even though we know she’s also been traveling/on the road most of her adult life), she’s never discussed any part of her past with her friends, her photography focus is about the lonely and abandoned. the entirely of double exposure is about max learning how to really stop living in the past and the harm it could do (through what happened to maya and safi and how its still happening four years later because no one ever really dealt with it etc) and that’s why this undercurrent and the pricefield breakup is my absolute favorite part of this game and the best part of it

i also think it’s really worth pointing out what a lot of people seem to have missed (in the complaints i did see); max & chloe didn’t have some horrible explosive ending and they hate each other forever now and the two are forever ruined or whatever…chloe simply saw she could never truly move forward with max and maybe more importantly she saw max could never move forward with her (how could max move forward from the worst choice she’s ever had to make in her life when she’s also sharing a bed with it?) chloe still loves and cares for her, max still loves her, they could be on friendly terms very easily- in fact i think the only reason they don’t talk right now is because of max (which is for the best during this time i think anyway) and chloe would be absolutely open to their friendship whenever max is ready. chloe wants the best for both of them & chloe’s text at the end of the game proves she’s still thinking of max & open to talking again whenever max is. max also has feeling by the end of the game that’s ready to really start moving forward from arcadia now and one day she will be ready to confront chloe again and i think whenever that happens the two will be really good friends again- like they always were.

[freelanceexorcist]

FFVII Rebirth spoilers under the cut.

I thought I was watching chapter 1, but I was actually seeing all the Zack Fair cutscenes. Yeah, yesterday was one of those days when giant brain farts are all you have to work with.

But yeah.

So from what I gather so far, any time one choice is made or event takes place, it creates a world where the opposite happened, and the white Whispers are involved in that. In the world where Stamp is a beagle, Zack and Biggs both die. In the world where he’s a Yorkie, they live thanks to the white Whispers.

Black Whispers = inescapable fate, white Whispers = choices and multiple outcomes of events. Black Whispers = weaponized by Jenovaroth from what I can tell, White Whispers = maybe created by the planet because it turns out that doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results really is insanity and the whole cycles/destiny thing was a bad idea after all. Black Whispers = Watashi Sephiroth, white Whispers = Ore Sephiroth.

I think I’ve got it. Zack’s choosing to visit Hojo creates another world where we see what would have happened if he’d chosen to save Biggs instead, and in this world, Stamp is a pug. Yeah, now that I think about it, they kinda beat us over the head with that one.

And then there’s of course The Thing, which I didn’t understand AT ALL without the context from the Zack scenes. The Thing happened in the Beagleverse, which created yet another where Stamp will be some other breed of dog and we seem to see the existence of both of them at once briefly, like we did at the end of Remake. We see the world where Cloud doesn’t get there in time and Jenovaroth holding a bloody sword as Aerith collapses and we see the one where Cloud does get there in time, Jenovaroth is disarmed and Masamune gets stuck in the stone. The final scene before the credits roll where Aerith leaves the party to do what she needs to on her own may take place in this new universe.

Interesting.

They’re going full quantum multiverse on this bitch, it seems, and I. Am. Here for it. I’ll leave it at that because theoretical physics is so not my wheelhouse. And by saying that, I may have spawned a universe where I’m Michio Kaku.

Makes me think, though. If those white Whispers had just paid a visit to the Shinra mansion library and worked their mojo on a  certain someone, it would have spared at least one universe a whole lot of misery. I’m just sa—

Whoa.

Whooooooooaa.

Where’s my speculatin’ hat? No, not that one. This gets the fancy one. Ah…

I’m gonna guess this is how we got Ore Sephiroth. Him losing his shpadoinkles and going HAM on Nibelheim spawned a world where he didn’t. Might have still gone crazy, but didn’t cross the Face-to-Heel event horizon in such a spectacular and devastating way. Maybe he was puzzled by why all of a sudden there was so much wind in a closed basement room and the next thing he knew, he woke up on the floor with Zack and some vampire-looking dude in a red cloak standing over him. Maybe he decides to return to Midgar and throttle the truth out of Hojo instead of spending any more time in that damn basement.

Speaking of Hojo, maybe him refusing to give young Sephiroth any information about his mother besides her “name” spawned a universe where he had some mercy and gave him at least a picture of her, giving us the Ever Crisis world. I hope Stamp is a golden retriever in this world, because if anyone needs the presence of a golden retriever, it’s young Sephiroth.

Because who, I mean who, could turn to the dark side after looking at this even just briefly?

The worlds starting to blur together is why he can be in the Beagleverse as well as his own.

Zack, it seems, can also move between worlds, but it doesn’t seem like he realizes this. Maybe Cloud also has the ability.

Damn.

You want a Cloud/Zack/Sephiroth team-up to take down the final boss of the trilogy along with the rest of the party? Because this is how you get a Zack/Cloud/Sephiroth team-up to take down the final boss of the trilogy along with the rest of the party.

I guess we’ll have to wait another four years to find out if we ever do (only about halfway through all the cutscenes so far so *shrugs*). No problem, I can have lots of fun with it while I wait.

I wonder in Ore Sephiroth’s world, if that ends up being a thing, what Stamp’s breed will be. Maybe an Italian greyhound. Those are some cute little buggers.

I mean, look at this little derp:

Odds and ends:

So Barret, Tifa and Red really did die in the Yorkieverse and poor Marlene is an orphan now. Damn.

“If she wakes up, the scary man is gonna kill her!” So, I guess her waking up would be like sending up the Bat Signal and letting Watashi know where she is.

Look, I got no skin in the game when it comes to the Cloud/Aerith pairing. It does nothing for me, but if others love it, great. But that scene with the photographer? Oh lord, I cringed so hard my face caved in.

And wait, what? How can two Clouds and two Aeriths exist simultaneously in the same universe? We’ve got the two who are comatose and the two who became a couple. Could this be foreshadowing the Reunion and the worlds are already starting to meld together? Seems like it, and that rift in the sky may be part of it.

Which kinda makes me wonder: does this open the door to the final installment having multiple possible endings?

Oh yeah!

That’s all for now. Gotta take a break before this story makes my head explode. If you’ve stuck around this long, thank you.

[candied-boys]

🍯 Honey Cakes 🍯

Luke Randolph x fem! Reader

Tags: merpeople au, lazy!Luke, happy!Luke, possessive!Luke, romance, picnics, cottagecore, finally the smut, happy ending

Part four

3,000 words

NSFW CONTENT - MORE TAGS BELOW

You won't miss anything by skipping this chapter

Tags: Smut, smut, smut! mutual virginity loss, body exploration, nervous and awkward and cute, consent is sexy, panties were not a thing until very recently, fingering, oral female receiving, he has a knot but no knotting (yet), creampie because I'm a cumslut

“Are the cakes not good today?”

You find yourself asking this more and more often over the last month.

“They're fine,” Luke answers, eyes closed where he lies on the picnic blanket beneath the hot sun drying out from the swim.

“You haven't been finishing them lately…”

“Not hungry,” comes the same cold excuse as yesterday.

“Luke, did I do something? Are you mad at me?” You've asked this half a dozen times too, but you always get the same answer.

“No.”

“Do you want me to go home now?”

You expect him to repeat himself, but the empty space hurts more than being told yes.

“Luke… what's wrong? Please just tell me…”

Hovering over him with watery eyes you plead for him to answer you, look at you, anything but silence.

You can't recall when he started being so distant, so distracted when you're together, and so much less affectionate. Was it gradual? Did it begin all at once? When did you have to start asking for a goodbye kiss instead of having to beg him to let you go home?

After nearly half a year together you've come to understand that Luke devotes himself to very little but does so with his whole being. It's clear that he would have stopped spending time with you long ago had this been merely a summer fling.

Or so you thought.

It cuts deep to think that the man who was so open with you all this time is now throwing up walls seemly bored, maybe even hoping you'll take a hint, make this easier on him and leave first.

Suddenly your vision is cut off, blinded by the sun above as you're flipped onto your back roughly.

“Fine! Y’ wanna know what's wrong?” he seethes, gaze trembling with anger like waves crashing on the shore.

“I'm crazy ‘bout y’! That's what's wrong! I want y’ to be mine and mine alone! I wanna keep y’ all to myself and never let y’ go! But I canna do that and I hate it!”

The venom in his words makes your body instinctively recoil, but the pain clouding his crystal eyes draws your heart closer. Cautiously wrapping your arms around the ones caging you to the ground, you cup his cheeks tenderly and press your forehead to his.

With his now equally watery gaze held by yours you whisper, “Luke, I am yours. I'm not going anywhere. I love you.”

Wide-eyed and rosy cheeked he stares down at you.

“Why are you so surprised? I wouldn't bake a bunch of treats, spend what's left of my wages on honey, and hike out here every day after work if I didn't want to be by your side day and night.”

“Yeah but… I'm…”

Cutting him off with a kiss you fill in the blank yourself, “Gentle, caring, dedicated, funny, sweet, relaxed, playful, strong, stubborn, brilliant, protective, sincere, affectionate, charming, and very attractive.”

“But that dunna mean nothin’ if we canna be together… I'm useless…”

“It's only for the winter,” you answer easily, tucking his fringe behind his ear to reveal those beautiful eyes in full.

“If you were a sailor or a soldier it would be no different. Couples are sometimes separated for years. I don't mind waiting a few months if it means I get to be with you again in spring. At least, if you think I'm worth waiting for too...”

His voice is hardly audible over the wind in the grass. “Are… y’ sure?”

Murmuring yes against his lips you keep him from further protest with a passionate kiss.

“Mine,” he mutters between breaths, his mouth slipping from yours and down your jaw. “I want y’ to be mine. Please…”

The heat in his gaze when he finally looks up tells you exactly what he means.

Biting your lip you ask timidly, “Is that… possible… for us? We're not exactly the same... species…”

“I think we could,” he answers low while his hands clench fistfuls of your still-damp chemise over and over.

“I've never… uh… you know…”

Stumbling over your words you glance away, but when you catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye you feel relieved. His ears are pink and he looks every bit as nervous as you feel.

“Luke,” you call quietly, drawing his bashful attention back to you. “I know you'll be gentle. I trust you.”

With his usual endearing smile he kisses your cheek — a whispered thank you hidden in its midst — before he scoops you up and sits you on his lap.

Holding you close with an arm wrapped around your ribs he begins hunting for the sensitive spot on your neck. When he has you digging your nails into his skin he continues down.

The loose shoulders of your chemise slide off easily to reveal your chest to him. With the same cheeky grin he gave you the first day you met, he holds your gaze while he takes a nipple into the heat of his mouth.

You know that turning you into a flustered mess both turns him on and gives him the upper hand, but you can't help it. He's fondled them plenty, but never seen them bare and certainly never tasted them.

Tongue busy, his broad hands are free to roam your body. His left hand enjoys the softness of the other breast while the right traces up your inner thigh to tease places he has not yet dared to touch.

But, the nearer he gets the more he hesitates. Your body is different than his and nothing he's heard about satisfying mermaids seems to apply.

Breaking from your chest, he gazes up at you from beneath long lashes, eyes half lidded with lust yet full of tenderness. A little breathless and feeling very flushed, you lean in to lay your forehead against his again, waiting for him to say what those hazy emeralds can only hint at.

“Tell me what y’ like… where it feels good… show me how to touch y’ right…”

What it is about him that draws out sides of yourself you hardly knew existed, how he makes you feel so safe, or why it's so easy to open up to him you still haven't figured out — but something about him makes you put your fears aside and do things you never would otherwise.

So, still locked with his gaze you stroke the back of his hand and begin softly, “There's a little pearl here...”

His fingers trail beneath the hem of your chemise alongside yours as you guide him.

“It's very sensitive, and it always needs attention even if… we're together as one…”

A gentle nod against your forehead is his only answer as you lay your fingers atop his to teach him how to touch. Drawing small circles, varying the pressure, and so on, he quickly discovers what makes your eyelids flutter closed.

“Feel good?” he whispers after a while of watching you shiver in his lap.

“Mhm,” you hum, bottom lip between your teeth as you try to hold onto your composure.

His low tone does little to hide his growing desperation as he asks, “Y’re gettin’ slippery. Should I touch y’ somewhere else too?”

You sneak your hand into his and lead him through honey coated folds to your entrance before guiding a digit inside. One joint, then two until he's knuckle deep; his thick, calloused finger cautiously explores your plush, velvety walls.

It's not long before the arm wrapped around your middle is cinched tight to hold you steady. His cheek leans into your hair when your head falls onto his shoulder. You can't see it, but there's a gentle arc to his lips — one drawn out by the vulnerability you're showing him.

Somewhere in the haze of impending ecstasy, a single clear thought takes form, and you suddenly chirp, “Luke, wait!”

His touch instantly pauses. His eyes fearfully lock on yours.

Mumbling timidly you ask, “Can I... touch you too?

“Oh!” he breathes, clearly both surprised and relieved. “Y’ mean mine?”

Still biting your lip, you nod eagerly. You've been wondering since March if he even had one and if so where he could possibly be hiding it. So, you watch with curiosity as his swollen length suddenly pops up next to your thigh from a subtle grove between his hips.

From how much bigger he is in height and weight, the size itself isn't shocking. What catches your attention instead is how glossy it is — dripping with a silky essence similar to your own.

Noting your surprise he asks shyly, “Is it… different… than what y’ expected?”

“Uh, well, I've never seen one so I… uh… can't compare… but I've never heard of men being dewy like this,” you answer honestly, and draw your fingertips through the honey-like substance.

Gnawing at his bottom lip, he barely stifles a groan as you let your thumb slide up the thickly ribbed underside to his tip.

“It helps with friction… so the slick dunna get washed away underwater,” he explains after taking a shakey breath.

Humming with interest you wrap your fingers around his girth and let your fist slip down to the base where two little pear-shaped orbs lay beneath the skin on either side. His long hair falls from his face as his head tilts back in pleasure.

“Is it sensitive here?” your query, gliding the hard bulbs up and down under the skin.

“The knot? Yeah, o’ course.”

“Knot?” you tilt your head quizzically. “Is that where the seed is kept?”

“Nah — the sack is inside for most water creatures like us. Do humans not have knots? It y’know…” he pauses awkwardly. “Prevents the water from... I guess y' wouldna have to worry about that on land, huh?”

You simply shake your head, never having heard of such a thing, and continue teasing him until his cheeks turn pink and his breathing grows ragged. He's always been beautiful, yet something about watching him dissolve at your touch makes his features that much more exquisite — the furrow of his brow, the swell of his bitten lip, the colour of his flushed skin. It was hard enough to believe he's real. It's even harder to believe he's yours.

Burying his face in your neck, he takes up where he left off touching you as if to distract himself. His hot breath fans across your collarbone — every hitch and hiss telling you just how to grip his length.

But such intuitive signs become a challenge to track when he slips a second digit into your pulsing heat. Just keeping your hand stroking his cock is almost more than you can manage. Soon you can't stop your hips from moving of their own accord, bucking into his hand while he curls into that sweet spot on the front.

As he nudges you closer and closer to the edge, your arms instinctively wrap tight around his shoulders to let you stifle the cries seeping forth by hiding in the crook of his neck.

“Wanna hear y’r voice,” he rasps next to your ear, the pads of his fingers building a heat in your core like you've never managed on your own.

The need in his tone is what slashes the tethers keeping you from falling apart, but silence is all that escapes you — every muscle strung out as the orgasm rips through your body.

Luke cradles your shaking form to his chest, stroking your back until you're soothed of all tension. When you can finally lift your head, a fevered kiss is your reward.

His usually soft drawl is husky as he murmurs between kisses, “Do y’ know… how long I've wanted… to see y’ come undone in my arms like that… hear y’ cry… make y’ say my name?”

Still breathless you murmur back, “We can't be loud, Luke. Sound carries over water. If it echoes off the mountain the guards could hear.”

A darkness settles in his eyes when you deny him the thing he wants most of all, and the next second he's stripped you of your linen chemise and plunged you both into the water. Skin still hot from his attention, you squeal as you're enveloped by the cold, but you don't even have the chance to ask where he's taking you before he's swum over to the waterfall.

Ducking through the cascade and into the hidden alcove behind, he growls next to your ear, “No one’ll hear nothin’ from in here. I'll be the only one who gets to listen to y’r pretty voice. So, y’ gonna be a good girl this time and lemme hear?”

His near threatening tone has you burning up once more, and the cool waves lapping at your skin are hardly enough now that the last barrier between you has been left on the shore.

In the centre of the cavern he's the only thing you have to hold onto, and he knows it. Captive as you are, his hands are free to roam every inch of your bare skin just as he’s longed to.

You can't seem to help the whimpers and whines that drip from your lips when his rough fingertips trace down your neck and spine so gently. Nor can you restrain the little gasps at each new touch.

“Mmm, that's better.”

Maybe it's because you're already so sensitive, or maybe it's the satisfied hum that rolls through his chest — but he has your whole body on edge and desperate for more.

Pulling back to find his gaze, you're met with a faint green glow, the lust tainting his eyes all the more vibrant for his half-lidded expression.

Capturing his mouth with yours as if you might rein in his fervour, you instead find his kisses dipping lower and lower; across your collarbone, down the middle of your chest as he sinks into the water, and from your bellybutton to your core.

One hand on each thigh he wraps them over his shoulders, then takes a firm hold on your hips before drawing a stripe through your folds with his tongue.

The darkness of the cave swallows his figure beneath the surface, freeing you from the haunting glow of his eyes. Uninhibited by his demanding gaze, you let your body take complete control.

Your fingers find their way into his silky hair and grip harder with every shudder he inflicts while his strong hands hold you fast by the waist so he can rock you against his mouth until the tension snaps like whiplash.

You have to beg him to stop when he continues teasing you with his tongue long after you've fallen from heaven.

“Better than honey,” he purrs while licking his lips when he surfaces. “Y’ got one more for me?”

Already dizzy and overstimulated though you are, you nod your head. With that gentle smile you adore he kisses your crown and hugs you close under his chin, stroking your back and legs as you gradually relax in his arms.

“Here, turn ‘round,” he breathes against your hair, and gently cradles your back against his chest when you do.

“But I can't see you like this, Luke,” you pout and look over your shoulder.

His height lets him adjust you in his arms easily so that he can hold your gaze. Smiling down he kisses you tenderly.

“I'm right here. This way I can stay shallow and still hold y’ close. I dunna want y’ to get hurt.”

Returning his smile you nod and reach back to run your hand through his beautiful hair.

His one arm crossed over your chest to press your shoulders into him, the other guides his tip through your slick folds. It slips in painlessly and you're grateful for his patience in preparing you.

“Are you okay, Luke?” you ask up when his eyes immediately clamp shut and his head falls into the crook of your neck. “Am I hurting you?”

His shaggy locks graze your skin as he shakes his head languidly. “Just feels so good,” he pants. “to finally be this close… It's hard to resist…”

You know you don't want to hold back anymore, and truthfully you don't want him to either after months of just touching and kissing.

“I want you, Luke. I want all of you to be mine. Please, let yourself give in…’’

“Nuh-uh. I'd ruin y’ so bad y’ wouldna be walkin’ home for days,” he growls and nips your ear.

Feeling you tense in his arms he chuckles and kisses your temple. “So lemme take my time. I wanna enjoy this nice 'n slow, feel every shudder, know that it's me makin’ y’ feel good, hmm?”

Meeting his gaze over your shoulder you lean into his palm now cupping your cheek. With a gentle tilt to your chin he begins kissing you again, slow and deep. His other hand stays wound around your hips, locking you against his torso so he can keep his tail between your legs.

Starting with slow thrusts, his cock nudges deeper little by little. It doesn't take much before you can feel his tip pressing against your limits. You can't resist letting your head fall back on his shoulder when he starts hitting spots that have never been touched.

The way his fingers work your clit so gently while his ribbed underside brushes against your swollen walls over and over is like nothing you ever imagined your body could feel.

Forever and yet hardly a minute later, you're close to freefall again. With each roll of his hips into yours he's getting closer too. Face is buried in your neck, you hear Luke begging you softly.

“Wanna cum together… just wanna feel y’ hold me close… please…”

Slurring yes and crying his name, you give into the overwhelming pleasure and drag him with you into delirium. The feeling of his seed — hot, then smooth where it slips and slides with every thrust — keeps you riding the wave of ecstasy longer than any of the previous times.

Cradling you as close as possible while still buried in your warm depths he murmurs against your skin, “I love y’ so much I never wanna let y’ go.”

Part Six

[glassica]

Live with me

Notes: wlw, yuri, war, sci-fi, both leads are soldiers

Hopeless.

That was the word Layla would describe the situation they were stuck in. Five hours had passed since the last reinforcement troop sent to aid her platoons, and all within that time the enemies' machine had wiped out over thirds of her comrades. The lieutenant cursed her own incompetence, while a sense of dread slowly clouding her judgement.

What was she fighting for? She didn't know nor care. Ever since the days at school, Layla and her fellow compatriots had been taught to dedicated their hearts and mind solely for Motherland. All she knew was to fight. Fight for her country. For what cause didn't matter, just fight. Layla didn't question the reason behind this ongoing conflict plagueing her nation for decades, she simply accepted that as her responsibility.

The lieutenant probably would spend the rest her life on the battle ground and die with a noble cause, hopefully got rewarded a medal after her body lain and cremated amongst thousands of other fallen soldiers. That was the life she had settled for, at least until she met Chloe.

"Captain. How was your side?"

"Bad. Down right horrendous. Those bastards blew off medical tents so we had to evacuated all the injured and staff somewhere else. I called off the fight and retreated my units to the barracks now."

Layla sat down beside Chloe. The two women hadn't seen each other since the start of the operation. The captain tucked her head on Layla's shoulder, eyes drowsy from tons of sleepless nights. Layla moved the body closer, making herself as the support pillar so her lover could use some rest. The battle wasn't over, but perhaps sitting around for a little but wouldn't hurt, Layla was exhausted too.

Their peaceful moments didn't last long, as all of sudden a gun machine jumped down right in front of the women. Chloe swiftly dragged the two hiding beneath the ruined concrete. It wouldn't take long before the robot blast through their hiding and wipe out the couple, they needed to come up with a plan getting back to the army shelters unharmed. That seemed impossible considering how far they had to run, and there wasn't that much objects to hide on the way either. As Chloe was racking her brain out calculating the route, Layla just dropped a bomb:

- Maybe this is it.

- What do you mean?

- I mean our ending, love. Our last moment. I honestly can't hope for a better way to go out.

A shadow casted on Chloe's face. So her partner still stick to those kind of martyrdom thinking which she resented vehemently. Dying for your country, for the love of your life, for a noble cause,... all those beliefs Chloe had rejected long ago. She had a wish different from that. A self-serving, petty wish disregarding all the teachings the government that tried and failed to instill on her head.

- No dear. We won't die here, at least not on a battle with this stupid robot. Don't you think that's too lame of destiny for us?

- ...

- Layla. Look at me. What had I told you before? How do I want my life with you once the war's over?

- You want us to buy a house on the seaside so every morning we can take walks around the beach. I'm gonna open a flower shop and you'll try hands in calligraphy. Every now and then we go on road trips crossing to other nations.

- That's right. We have so much to do together. I don't wanna be sacrificed on battlefield just for some medals, that's useless to me. We still have a whole life ahead, and I want nothing more than to live it out the fullest with you.

Chloe pulled her lover in a firm embrace, as if holding onto the hope that a happy ending will happen despite all the cruelty and bloodiness gloomed over the fate of two ladies.

"So live, Layla. Live with me."

[drama--universe]

Untamed Reactions (Part 2)

Requested by @lelewright1234

Pairing: Untamed characters x female!African-American!reader

Warnings: like maybe one or two curse words

Word Count: 2912 words

A/N here is part two, hope its good

Lan Xichen:

You meet on the battle field

fierce corpses surrounded you as you tried to fend them off

this went on until Wuxian "died"

the second the battle was over, you fell to the ground

every bone in your body was hurting

most people disregarded you as they checked the field for people they knew

you didn't have to look around like others, you already knew

you had lost everyone

your parents, your siblings, your whole clan

but you couldn't cry for some reason

then Xichen approaches you, noticing you sitting all alone

every person alive had left the field, so you weren't hard to spot

he didn't say anything, he just sat next to you

and somehow that broke you

you just burst into tears

he's quick to hug you while trying to calm you down

he just hugs you for at least 30 minutes while patting your back softly

when you finished crying, he helped you off the field and towards the medics

you stayed at Cloud Recesses for awhile after all that

you often wandered around aimlessly, receiving looks of pity from others

but Xichen didn't pity you per se

he talked to you and let you rant to him

that's how your relationship blooms

you talk about your past, your clan and its traditions

he didn't know any of it before, your clan was very closed off usually

so hearing all the information was interesting to him

he helps you relive some of those traditions if he can

which makes you fall in love with him just a bit more

and a month later, you both have feelings for each other by then

neither of you admit it

it takes 3 more years before you confess

on accident

with the lovely help of 5 years old's Jingyi and Sizhui

but it leads to a now romantic relationship

and another 2 years you marry

it's only official, no ceremony

only Guangyao and Lan Wangji were there

just to have witnesses

you don't have children for a long time

too many things happens at once

Wangji suddenly turning up with Mo Xuanyu

then everything else

but then you do get pregnant

and then the temple thing happens

luckily, the baby was fine

your child looks like Xichen the most

she had his face and such, only your hair and a slight tan skin

she's sooo spoiled

Xichen spoils her too much

and if Xichen doesn't spoil her once

Sizhui and Jingyi will

because they're basically your kids as well....

she's their princess

she knows this and she'll use it

you have one more child after that

another girl

she looks like you, completely

she, too, gets spoiled

both kids love when you and Xichen braid their hair

because it means that you spend time together

after all, Xichen is very busy at times

so that time they get with their father is precious times

otherwise they're found with your two unofficial children (Sizhui and Jingyi)

because they get to learn about weapons

they love learning swordfighting

beside that they also learned different stuff

your eldest learned twin swords

your youngest chose the long spear

Xichen watches them like a hawk when they practice

afraid like they'd kill each other while sparring

he's the worry kind of father

you just trust the kids to be safe

they're kids, they'll learn

and if they take enough after their father, they'll be fine

Jin Guangyao:

This man...

swears to not fall in love

and then you walk into the room

you're there to bring a message

nothing more nothing less

yet when you enter the room, you just glow

he gets caught staring by Huaisang

who just nudges him softly

he snaps out of his trance, giving you one last glance before focusing back on his task

you stay there for a week, discussing with the sect leader

he quickly figures out who you are

the future sect leader of your clan

and any hope of speaking to you get thrown out of the window

after all, he's still considered a bastard now

but you are kind to everyone, even him

and he knows that you know what he is

yet you genuinely give him a smile when you pass him and you always smile when you talk to each other

he sees you again a few years later

after he moves to the Lanling Jin Clan

you were invited by his father

he doesn't think you'd remember him

you do

you approach him with a bright smile

asking if he was around when you visited the Nie clan

you are super happy when he replies with a yes

he has no clue why

you're honestly just happy meeting someone you somewhat know

and trust

you don't trust the Jin's

even when he's technically one, he's more a Nie in your eyes

he stayed there for a long time after all

so you hang around him mostly during your stay

he doesn't mind too much

he asks about your culture under the pretense of politics

he will hurt anyone who hurts or disrespects you

without you knowing

but you connect the dots after awhile

he knows that you know

surprised when you don't confront him about it

but somehow that makes him like you more

he even forgets about everything he planned when he's with you

but nothing can stray him from his plans

until he's told to marry Qin Su

because apparently she likes him

he doesn't marry her

especially not after finding out the truth (they're half-siblings)

instead he asks if he can marry you

with your permission first though

he's psycho, not a douche

you agree

your parents don't really agree at first

they do later when they see how much you like him

of course it's a big wedding

apparently Qin Su was there as well

neither of you saw her

he was too focused on you

that moment made him feel normal

he couldn't not care about his plans at that point

you looked too beautiful to him at that point, no matter what other whispered

you looked like a goddess in your wedding dress

your hair done to match the headpiece with beautiful braids

when you have your first child, he wants to give up his plans completely

a son who looks like you

especially the hair and face

a year later, his daughter is born

a beautiful girl with his eyes and face, but a slightly tanner skin like you

and right there, Guangyao gives up his whole life purpose

his family is worth too much to risk

(don't know how the story goes on without his participation)

most protective one parent of the bunch, I think

will still kill if you threaten anyone in his family

and you know this

but he's also so caring

will spend so much time with the kids

even if it means neglecting his duties

don't talk to him about that

he will cuss you out

family is more important to him

will do anything for the kids

his daughter wants to braid his hair

because he's the only one without braids in the family

he has bald spots now

does not care

you just laugh every time someone mentions it

because he glares at them like an angry cat

or when other people laugh at the few braids in his hair

they don't look that good (she's 4, so logical)

because their from his daughter

and it is the most precious thing he has

so they can just fuck off

Xue Yang:

you meet when you're children (after the finger incident)

both of you live on the street

you cling to him instantly

he gave you a piece of bread, who wouldn't love that

he is annoyed, but says nothing about it

he thinks you look weird at first

he isn't used to see someone of different race

but he says nothing, of course

you gain him more food for some reason

that's enough for him

but of course, he starts stealing after awhile

you don't agree with it but say nothing

you need to eat after all

as you grow older, you get a bit closer

both of you change a lot

you are the smarts, he's the action at this point

it's a good dynamic

you usually go around as a couple

because saying your friends wasn't received well

so pretending to be a couple is the way to go

and sharing rooms when you stay somewhere isn't that weird since you've been doing that since young age

but even when you were used to it, it felt a bit weird at age 16

you blame it on hormones

but everything just makes you blush

like when he buys a necklace you were eyeing

not steal, but buy

or when he gives you candy from his stash

you should be normal, he always did it before

but it still feels different now

and he stopped thinking you're weird

over the years he learned a lot about you

maybe a bit too much...

it takes both of you awhile to figure it out that you like each other

about 3 months

then you confess on accident

and he's just accepting it

because he feels the same

why else would he do the things he does

friends don't get candy or necklaces from him

you never really marry

he makes you a ring though

one of wood that he had been carving for awhile now

it's very pretty

you don't have kids

he doesn't want to raise kids when he doesn't even have a house

but he does want them in the future

you move and he looks for a place to earn money

you do the same

you work at a small shop

his job is unknown to you

but it brings money in because he comes back and is able to afford a place

you don't know how he paid for anything, but it's a fun place

out of town, but it's a place of your own

you have a child after two years of living in the house

twins

two girls

look identical to you except for their eyes

they have his eyes

(and his glare)

also his personality

little troublemakers

they love spending time with him

when he leaves for his job, they're sad

he makes it up when he comes back

sits with the kids for hours while he's braiding your hair for you

listens to their stories intently

your kids will reenact the whole story

he enjoys watching them

it makes him feel like he does the right thing

because for his family happiness, he will do anything

Xiao Xingchen:

you are a lone cultivator

you travel here and there

just taking every job you can get

people don't really trust you because you look different

but you get the job eventually

but to your "luck", they send others as well

so you're not alone

2 men stand in front of the house you're supposed to be at

one in white, the other in black

the one in white notices you first

you can't help but feel annoyed though

because he was send by the same person you were sent by

they offer to work together with you so you don't return with nothing

you agree

during the fighting, you get injured

some ghouls attacked you while you were distracted

Xingchen is the one who notices first once again

he pulls you from the ghouls and places you in a safe place

you're even more annoyed

because you barely get hurt

yet the one time you work with others, your arm almost gets ripped off

Xingchen is the one to make sure that you're okay after everything

also the one who heals your arm to the best of his abilities

he introduces himself quickly while he wraps your arm with a cloth

you only later realize that said cloth was a piece of his robe

you stay in town for the next to weeks to heal from the wound and the poison

they stay in town as well

Xingchen visits you once or twice every day

you just talk to each other

eventually, he asks if you want to join him

you decline the offer

but your next job comes around

and he's there again

this time without Song Lan though

Song Lan was apparently sick

you didn't ask more

the job ends quickly

you're not injured

he is...

he insists he's fine

he does seem fine later when he yells at the person who hired both of you

and all because of you, in a way

because you were suddenly not paid

because you weren't hurt, how could you have done your job?

you never had someone standing up for you before

your heart beats a bit faster now, everytime you think or see him

you decide to hang around him after the third or fourth coincidental meeting

he doesn't mind the company, he even likes it

it's a bit lonely with Song Lan being sick

and he likes being around you

you have good humor

unlike Son Lang

but of course, he also has a crush on you

which causes you both to be a bit awkward around each other

you work around it eventually

aka you get drunk after a job

and he has to take care of you

you don't remember anything the next day

you don't know how much you drank

nor did you know how you ended up next to Xingchen in the bed

but it does end up in confessions and dating after

you had luck on your side that day

when you finally marry him years later, you are so exited

you don't do an official wedding

and really, your only guest is Song Lan

perks of being a lone group of cultivators

although you loved roaming around, both of you agree to settle down somewhere nonetheless

just so you had a place to return to every time

which became even better when you were suddenly told you were pregnant

specifically a doctor who found you passed out in your hotel room

and apparently you had two kids in your stomach that were causing all the nausea and dizziness

and the rest of the job you're stressed out

because how can you tell your husband???

you tell Song Lan when you return home

because Xingchen isn't back yet

Song Lan straight up tells Xingchen, congratulating the man

Xingchen is a a bit confused, but he has the spirit

when your twins are born, you have one girl and one boy

the girl looks a bit more like him, her skin a bit paler than her brother's

both have full heads of your hair

you've never seen a man so in love

you're kinda envious

but seeing him smiling at his daughter in his arms while you held your boy, made you feel some kind of way

it's the sweetest thing ever

and it makes you fall in love with him once again

he returns that feeling when he sees you with your son

they grow up quickly, something Xingchen doesn't like

it goes too fast for his liking

his son doesn't accept affection anymore and his daughter suddenly likes you more

but she lets him braid her hair

while talking loudly about something she did that day

his kids have him wrapped around their fingers

and your daughter uses this

even when knowing this, Xingchen still complies with her every request

he's a protective father

he knows what's out there and does not want them to see any of it

but deep down he knows he can't stop it

but he'll prevent it for as long as he can

Song Lan:

(this one was the most difficult, sorry if it isn't that good)

you met quite cliché like

he saved your life

of course, you're forever grateful

so you ask for any way to return the favor

he doesn't say anything

which is a bit annoying

so you just make him a lucky charm

it doesn't too good, but it's something

and you're honestly really proud of it

but when you go back to give it to him, he's gone

so you keep it, secretly hoping you'd see him again someday

you do a few days later

and you just shove it in his hands and run off

you're busy

but he definitely remembers you from before

which is the only reason he keeps the charm

meeting the third time, you were walking around the market

he noticed you from afar

he noticed your hair was tied up into a large braid and your clothes were a bit neater than before

he couldn't move his eyes away from you

which ended up in him tripping and almost face planting

this didn't go unnoticed by his friend

Xingchen was quick to see what he had been staring at and could only smile

it was rare for Song Lan to take interest in others

hence why Xingchen decided that you two should talk

he pulled Song Lan along until the two of them stood in front of you

you, of course, recognize them and smile brightly as you ask how they are

Song Lan doesn't talk at first

until Xingchen suddenly walks off

leaving him stranded with you

and he was horrible with directions

so he has to ask you again

you don't mind showing him the way

so you talk on the way back, not telling him that you took a slight detour

you wanted more time with him, no other reason

you two have similar interests

which is why he asks to be friends

you agree

you don't see him for a few weeks

but when he returns, he comes to find you

this routine continues for awhile

you'd see him once every month or so and he'd spent that time with you

somewhere along the way, feelings grow from both sides

and you get together

neither of you really talked about it

it just felt natural, so it happened

this goes on for 3 years

then you somewhat ask for marriage yourself

he wants too and he's thought about it since year one

but he's afraid with his job and all

so he never went there

until you ask

and he feels a bit bad after that

so he proposes

with a ring he had already bought before

he found it pretty and wanted to keep it just in case

guess it came in handy now

small wedding

only your family and Xingchen

your family honestly doesn't like him much

but they're glad that you're happy

and he'll do anything to make them like him

your first and only child is a boy

he looks like Song Lan the most, only a darker tinted skin like you

Song Lan adores his kid so much

although your son somewhat looks emotionless to others, you can see all the emotions in his eyes

he's much like his father in that way

luckily, he got his social cues from you

and he probably has more friends than his father

then again, that's not that difficult

after all, he had two and married one of them

so you are a bit glad that your son's personality is more like you

but your son loves you both a lot

he looks up to Song Lan a lot

because he has a sword, so he's cool

yeah, the standards are pretty low

you weren't cool, cause you had a musical weapon

he quickly learns that this isn't true

Song Lan still teases you when his son chooses him over you for cuddles or such

he also likes the attention it gets him

he shows affection to your son, but in his own way

aka actions over words

he's a dad who brings back stuff from travels to show love

very loving dad

[call-me-casual]

Finally gotten around to drawing the whole family together. Am I happy with it? Idk but I didn’t spend 9 hours on this just to ignore it

Left to right we have:

Alistair (1738-1784) - I’ve talked about him before, orphan kid off the streets who fought tooth and nail to get his education as a lawyer trying to change a unjust legal system that oppresses the very same people he came from. Refuses to indulge in a life of luxury now he could probably afford it, not wanting such things to get to his head. He’s very opinionated and won’t bow down for anyone. He’s a total workaholic but does love his family dearly, doing everything he can to create a better world for his two children. He’s very sharp, and thanks to his youth being spent on the streets, has the bite to back up his bark. Over the years many misunderstandings and some past traumas has lead to some bad blood between him and Dr Livesey, although it has yet to boil over (for now).

Charlotte (1739-1818) - Charlotte was born in very different circumstances to her husband, not quite the highest point in English high society but by no means working class. She’s a very curious woman, always wanting to know more about those who live differently to her. This curiosity lead to the two meeting, with Charlotte quickly falling for the man who would actually call out the bs he saw rather than stick his head in the sand. She takes the role of “life partner” seriously, helping Alistair in any way she can. It was Charlotte who taught Alistair to enjoy life again, even if it’s just the small things like appreciating a funny looking cloud.

Petra (1765-1856) - If Livesey thought Alistair was a headache, you should have seen his face when he learnt there were *two* of them! Petra - named for Alistair’s late brother - takes after her father to an almost scary degree. Despite being raised in far better conditions, she and her brother were taught to appreciate what they had and know their situation was not the norm. Petra followed after her father’s ways of trying to help the less fortunate by using her station to raise up others. She can often be seen in places many couldn’t imagine a lady going alone, tutoring kids on how to read and write. No one there dares touch her, if not for her street cred then her father’s. Like it or not, she will make her opinion heard, even if she doesn’t think before speaking. In her childhood she was a master of mischief, not exactly helped by her father - whenever she was brought to him after being caught, he wouldn’t tell her off, instead tell her how not to get caught next time!

Marcus (1767-1848) - Marcus is more reserved and restrained than his big sister, but is just as passionate about their father’s work and beliefs. He studies hard to become a lawyer himself, hoping to one day get to work side by side with dear old dad. Between the children he’s the voice of reason, often having to hold his sister back or apologise for her words (even if he isn’t actually sorry). Unlike Petra, he doesn’t really understand what the deal is with his dad and Dr Livesey. The doctor seems nice enough?

[theluckiestwitchatblackwell]

Close to Me - ML Secret Santa 2022

Happy holidays @coffeebanana, I’m your ML Secret Santa!! 

Thank you to @mlsecretsanta for hosting again this year, I’ve missed writing!!

And of course, a massive thank you to @faunusroman for beta-ing this story!

the one who feeds me:

girl he’s staring again

the one who clothes me:

no he’s not. do ur work

the one who feeds me:

see 4 urself

Marinette looked up from her phone, casually sitting on her lap under her desk, and glanced across the aisle to catch Adrien’s blonde mop shaking as he turned to face his workbook again. She squeaked, turning a deep shade of scarlett to match the shade on his face, and immediately returned her eyes to her workbook.

Since she, Adrien, and Alya interrupted the parents’ meeting with Miss Bustier the prior week, they’ve been separated in class to refocus on their classwork. Not a forever thing, Miss Bustier had said, just until the next topic test. Thankfully for them, this was due for next week.

It would be a whole lot easier if Adrien wasn’t staring at her every day in class. She’s not in love with him anymore, damn it. She’s fallen for her partner, Chat Noir, and she thinks he might love her, too.

She doesn’t fully believe that Chat Noir didn’t mean to kiss her just to save her from akumatisation, but it doesn’t matter. She told herself she couldn’t love Adrien while Monarch was still a threat to Paris. Why would Chat Noir be any different? She’s going to live a sad lonely life, fighting crime and spending every waking moment terrified of her identity being revealed and-

Marinette shakes her head, a little too aggressively, then fixated on her workbook.

Adrien knew he had spent too much time staring at Marinette, and not enough on his school work. Words and pages blurred together, and he couldn’t focus on anything but her. He could barely remember what it was he was supposed to be studying. Was it the French Revolution? The themes of Romeo and Juliet?

He supposed, in a weird way, he could be Romeo, and Marinette was his Juliet. What he would give to kiss her as himself.

Why did Marinette want to kiss Chat Noir? He can count the times they’ve spoken on one paw. Is she really just a fan of him? He knew from experience the kinds of weird things fans fantasised about with him, but it feels different. Marinette’s different.

His eyes focused on her again. He just loved the way the sun streamed through the window, perfectly illuminating the kaleidoscope of blue hues in her eyes and highlighting her ha-

Riiing.

“Marinette, can you-”

“Adrien, may I please see you for a moment?” Miss Bustier’s kind voice cut through his own and his head turned, eyes clouded with confusion, though he nodded. Little knives tore and cut at his heart as he turned back to Marinette and her now packed bag.

“Marinette, can you please wait for me?”

“Oh! I, uh, I have to talk to Al-” Marinette stuttered, pointing at a fastly retreating Alya, hand in hand with Nino. Her eyes narrowed, and she continued, “I mean, Maman is expecting me home for the lunch rush. Sorry!”

Miss Bustier didn’t miss the way Adrien’s eyes creased with disappointment, and some of his hope drained from his body as he shouldered his bag and made his way to her desk.

“I’m sorry, Miss Bustier, I know I’ve not been listening well this week, but please don’t-”

“Adrien, you aren’t in trouble.”

Adrien perked up, meeting her eyes. “I’m not?”

“No, of course not. I was a bit like you at this age,” she said, turning to look out the windows of the classroom to where Marinette was, running through the courtyard. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of him either.”

“Y-You mean-”

“Yes, Adrien, I can see where your focus has been this week. However,” she continued, her voice firming, “You are a smart kid. You know how to balance your studies and your free time… as well as you are allowed. Please start showing your work some more attention, before I do have to call your father.” Adrien’s shoulders tensed as her words hung in the air. “I understand. I’ll… figure this out soon.”

“By Friday, I hope, so you are ready for the test next week,” she replied, raising her eyebrows knowingly. “Thank you for listening, Adrien. I will see you this afternoon,” she smiled and held a hand out towards the door.

Adrien let out a sigh of relief as soon as he exited the room, making a beeline for the bathroom. There was a certain level of stress in his life already, and he was just repairing his relationship with his fa- dad. His dad. He didn’t want to lose what he had started building with his dad, but he didn’t want to lose his chance with Marinette. What might be his only chance.

Why couldn’t he have both?

“What am I gonna do, Plagg? Marinette’s everywhere, I’m so in love and I can’t get her out of my head!”

“What's the problem with focusing on what you love? I only ever focus on my one true love- a decadent, creamy camembert!” Plagg flew out of his jacket, holding a hunk of his “true love” and taking a huge bite.

“Père can’t know I’m not focusing on my school work, though. What if he does put me back into homeschooling, and I never see her again?”

“You saw her on the weekend-”

“As Chat Noir, Plagg. I want Marinette to love me again as Adrien.”

“-and she kissed you-”

“That didn’t mean-”

“-and you’re two sides of the same coin, kid. I’m sure if she doesn’t already, she will love you.”

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Across the courtyard, one Chloé Bourgeois was sitting on the bench, arms and legs crossed, fuming. For too long, her Adrikins had done more than tolerate Marinette Dupain-Cheng, even spent time with her outside of classes, and now he has gone and fallen in love with her? Ridiculous.

Dupain-Cheng is going to pay for this, she just needs a little help.

And it doesn’t hurt that this is another chance to get back at Ladybug.

Chloé rose, neutralising her facial expression, and walked to the bathroom. She could hear Sabrina calling her name in confusion but ignored her. Opening the door, her eyes darted left to right, checking if the room was empty, then slipped inside.

“I know you can feel my anger, Monarch,” she spoke lowly.

A black butterfly flew through the window seconds later, slipping into and colouring her sunglasses. “I want to punish Marinette Dupain-Cheng for stealing my Adrikins’ desire. She deserves nothing, especially not him. Give me back the power of the Bee, and I will get Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculouses, once I’m done with her.”

“As you wish, Queen Wasp,” was his only reply, before the bubbles cascaded around her form.

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Marinette sipped her steaming soup and sighed. “I can’t keep avoiding him forever, he’s my friend! But don’t you agree he’s been acting a bit strange recently?”

“He’s acting like a certain someone I’ve known for a while, Marinette…” Tikki muttered.

“I don’t know what you mean by that, Tikki. He’s just a friend,” she paused to scowl at Tikki’s giggle. “He is! So what if I used to be in love with him? Ladybug and the people of Paris have to come first while Monarch is around.”

Sighing again, she placed the bowl of Ching Po Leung on her desk and held her half-filled spoon out to Tikki to sip from.

“Maybe it’s time for you to stop trying to have some degree of control over everything around you and just let things happen,” Tikki mused after a moment of quiet. “You can’t control your feelings for Adrien as much as you think you can, nor can you control your feelings for Chat Noir.”

“It doesn’t matter anyways, Tikki, I-”

A knock coming from above stalled her words, and both of them looked up. Tikki flew and hid in a desk drawer and Marinette grumbled, climbing the ladder to her bed.

“Chat Noir, are you insane? It’s the middle of the-”

The skylight shattered.

“You’re going to wish it was that mangy cat, Marinette Dupain-Cheng!”

Marinette stifled a scream, sliding back down the ladder and backed her way to the trapdoor.

“Chloé? What are you doing here?”

“I’m not Chloé, I’m Queen Wasp, and I’m going to take back what is mine!”

“What’s yours? What-”

Marinette shrieked and leapt to her right as Queen Wasp shot a beam of light towards her feet.

“I don’t know what my Adrikins sees in you! You must have tricked him somehow! There’s no way he would like someone like you!”

Marinette’s feet danced around as she desperately avoided the beams Queen Wasp shot her way, her time as Ladybug maintaining her stamina. A loud robotic voice from the living room below announced a Megakuma alert, startling them both.

“I hope there’s a macaron for me after this!” Chat Noir dropped in front of a particularly close beam, sending it back to a growling Queen Wasp with his baton spinning wildly.

“Don’t you know not to interrupt a girl fight, you mangy cat?!” Queen Wasp cried out, trying to aim around him. One loose beam ricocheted off of a mannequin, which sent it crashing to the floor.

“I think you have an unfair advantage in this one, it doesn't seem right to let it go on!”

Marinette watched Tikki phase in out of the corner of her eye and grabbed her bag while Queen Wasp was distracted, slinging it around her shoulder.

“Marinette’s the wrong one here! She’s a thief, a liar, and-”

“And it’s time to go!” A repelled beam shot right back at Queen Wasp, sending her flying into the opposite wall.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, Chat Noir launched himself and Marinette up through the skylight, and leapt from the balcony down the block, wrapping the other arm under her legs, bridal-style.

“Get back here!” they heard Queen Wasp yell faintly, as Chat Noir kept running.

“Are you okay, Princess?” Chat Noir asked between puffs of breath.

“Oh yeah, never better,” Marinette replied, glancing over his shoulder. “It looks like we’ve almost lost her.”

“Good,” Chat Noir grunted, leaping from the rooftops towards ground level. “We need to find a place to hide you for now.”

They had landed in front of the movie theatre. “If this is your way of asking me out, Chat Noir, we could’ve saved the trouble over the weekend,” Marinette scoffed lightly, as she placed both feet on the sidewalk.

She giggled at his spluttering, his face glowing red. “I’m just kidding, we wouldn’t have time anyways.”

Chat Noir looked up to the sign, trying to avoid looking at her directly. “W-Well, I- uh, what movie would you want to see, if there was time?”

“Hmmm…” Marinette looks up to the sign as well. “I’ve heard ‘The Shadow Ruins’ is meant to be good. Some reviews said it’s the perfect mix of thriller and fantasy, and there’s strong Chinese representation in the main cast!”

Chat Noir glanced down at her, a soft smile gracing his features watching her light up.

“Well, head on inside and stay while Chloé’s still looking. Ladybug will be here to fight with me, soon enough.” He saluted her and shot off with his baton again, glancing back as Marinette ran inside the theatre with a returning salute behind her.

Running to the bathroom, Marinette quickly checked the stalls to make sure the room was empty, and Tikki flew out of her bag.

“Good thinking, calling the alert on Maman’s Alliance ring, Tikki. Let’s go help Chat Noir. Spots on!”

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“Miraculous Ladybug! Pound it!”

The ladybugs flew off in different directions, repairing broken glass and holes in the sides of houses.

“Chloé, are you okay?” Chat Noir reached out an arm in concern, but she brushed him off before his claws could rest on her shoulder. His brow furrowed as she tugged her bag firmly over her shoulder.

“Marinette deserved it. Leave me alone,” she grumbled in response, brushing her shoulders and leaving the heroes in a stunned silence, both pairs of eyes narrowing. Neither had much time to recover as Alya approached them both, slightly out of breath from running from block to block, chasing the fight.

“So Chloé Bourgeois was akumatised again, can you tell us a bit more about this Ladybug? Chat Noir?”

Beep beep beep.

“I’ll have to leave this one to you, Chaton, I’m about to transform back. Bug out!” Ladybug finished with a smile to both of them, then threw her yoyo back in the direction of the theatre. She shot off a quick text to Alya to distract him as long as possible.

She tried to breathe evenly as she ran along the Parisian rooftops, wondering what Chloé had meant. How had she stolen Adrien? She absolutely doesn’t have any sort of feelings for him, they're just friends and friends are meant to be shared. Just because Chloé had seemed to regress emotionally doesn’t mean they can’t at least act cordially.

It’s not like Adrien returned her feelings that she absolutely no longer has. Nope.

She landed in front of the theatre and ran inside, making her way to the bathroom again.

“Spots off! Here you go, Tikki,” she clicked open her bag and pulled out a cookie. “Chat Noir might be back soon, so you’ll need to hide again.”

Crumbs dotting her small face, she said, “I’m on it!” And flew into the open bag. Marinette fastened it shut again, and walked out of the theatre, waving to the bored attendant. He didn’t look up from his phone as the door shut behind her.

“So, how about that movie, Princess?”

She giggled as he landed in front of her, missing the unease that briefly flickered in his eyes as he looked her over.

“I”m not sure I’d have time today, I need to get back to school. But I think I’ll see it with friends soon!”

“Allow me to at least escort you. Do you need to pick anything up, or should I drop you to school directly?”

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the one who feeds me:

guess who hasn’t kept his eyes off u

the one who clothes me:

i’d really like to pass the test next week alya.

the one who feeds me:

u know u can’t resist a peek

he definitely hasn’t 😏

Marinette glanced up from her phone to Miss Bustier, who was facing the board, then towards Adrien. He was leant on his hand, her favourite colour brushed on his cheeks when he realised she was returning his stare, and quickly focused back on his work. Like the day before, his hair shook and obscured his eyes as she slowly turned her own head back to her workbook.

Only they heard the tiniest giggles coming from their respective bags, which earnt itself a light foot nudge.

Why did he look almost… queasy?

Riiiiing!

“Marinette, could you please wait for me?” Adrien half-yelled in her direction, earning a giggle from the rest of the class (and a scoff from Chloé).

Her eyes widened. “Uhh, I-” She turned to Alya, who had already taken Nino’s hand at the front of the room and winked at her as she fled. Her face dropped and she sighed, “Sure. What’s up?”

“Uh, why don’t we head outside?” Adrien glanced towards the rest of the room, their classmates’ eyes firmly trained on him.

She shrugged, glancing around at the class before landing back on Adrien, who was rubbing the back of his neck as he slung his bag over his shoulder. “Sure thing. Lead the way.”

He stifled the urge to take her hand, walking a few steps ahead of her instead as he led them to the locker room. His hands tremble, though he couldn't tell if it was from excitement or nervousness. They felt a little wet, is he sweating? Oh god he shouldn’t be sweating Marinette won’t-

“So I, um, I don’t really know where to start,” he blurted out, turning around a little too fast.

Her eyes crinkled as she gave him a soft smile. “How about the start? Are you okay? Is your father giving you trouble again?” Her tone dropped as the latter question, worry colouring her face. If she heard Gabriel was giving him a hard time again-

“Oh, no, it’s actually been good with him lately!” A smile widened on his face, a little too comically in Marinette’s opinion. “That’s not what I wanted to talk about though.”

She tilted her head to the side, bemused but relieved. A small gasp, almost unnoticeable to them both, left her mouth as he took her hand.

“It’s probably no secret by now that I really like you,” he started with a soft smile, twin blushes donning their faces. Marinette lowered her eyes to their joined hands, watching as he absentmindedly ran his thumb over her knuckles. “I’d really like to take you to see the new movie, ‘The Shadow Ruins’? I-uh…” he could feel the heat rising up his neck as Marinette hadn’t moved her eyes from their hands. He almost shook it free to rub his neck, but used his free hand instead. “Um, I heard some reviews that it was really good. Y-You know, a bit of thriller, a bit of a fantasy, a-and I remember you mentioned there was some good Asian representation in the main cast, s-so-”

He realised his mistake too late, as her eyes finally tore from their hands to stare at him. Her brows came together in confusion, but her eyes softened with realisation.

“I said what?”

“D-Did I say you said that? I meant-”

Her voice dropped just above a whisper. “Did I say that to you?”

Ladybug is going to kill me.

“You- uh, maybe?”

Her hand dropped from his, and for a moment he could feel his heart about to shatter, but Marinette flung her arms around his shoulders and pulled him close. He stumbled, spluttering for a split second, then wrapped himself around her as tight as he could.

“I always knew you’d be close, Chaton.”

<3

[alyjojo]

January ⛸️ 2024 Monthly - Aries

Whole of your energy: King of Pentacles

The preshuffle shows you or someone else, Queen of Pentacles, defending themselves in regards to a loss of money, or abandonment & being left holding the bag. They can handle it sure, they’re Queen of Pentacles, but I heard “that’s not the point”. The meditation was…weird. The first time I went to your door, there a sheep 🐑 symbol to press for the doorbell, “ring three times”. Baa, Baa, and the third was a giant mouth with sharp teeth that tried to snap off my finger. Angry, 😡 I opened the door ready to WTF @ you, and saw the scene I’ll come back to, it confused me…??? So I closed the door. As I’m walking away, you open the door to invite me in to a completely different atmosphere, a party, music playing, drink in hand, smiling widely, and I don’t trust you, I decline, almost got my finger bitten off here. You close the door, I literally leave my table & the vision to get a drink bc what tf was that supposed to mean? 😳 Come back, start over. Same door, same sheep, I don’t ring I just open it, and it’s a serene & tranquil scene, the first one that confused me and I walked away. An empty room, with clouds all over the walls and the floor, but they’re not real. It’s a projection from somewhere, looks real. You’re lying on a giant sleeping bag pillow pallet on what seems to be a concrete floor…looks comfortable, looks like a literal cloud, but it isn’t. Then snow starts to fall, but it isn’t cold, it doesn’t melt, it’s not real. You just lay there staring up at the ceiling.

We have a divine pair out in the initial reading, King and Queen of Pentacles. We also have The Lovers, 7 Cups and 3 Pentacles at the bottom, showing outside involvement, other people, possibly a lover situation. I’m not sure which of these people you are, that may differ among you. King of Pentacles is a career driven person, very responsible, probably a bit old fashioned, they value the material world - and love or spirituality can sometimes take the back burner. He’s clarified by 5 Pentacles, feeling in debt, abandoned, before/after a conflict. 5 Swords is a nasty argument, one-up behavior, getting the last word, cutting others down, doing whatever it takes to win, it doesn’t matter who gets hurt. They’re either being abandoned for this reason, or leaving this behind themselves. Separately, someone may have lost a job or a significant amount of money, and it’s caused 5 Swords conflicts between you & another.

What’s going on in January:

The Lovers:

This is a powerful connection, you could feel this is your soulmate - matching significators show that’s true, and there is an opportunity here to spend more time together, possibly reunite if there has been problems between you. I keep getting threes, some of you could be divorced, paying an ex, and the ex has a new person, but they haven’t gotten married so they’re still collecting checks from you, and you’re pissed off about it. Or switch it. I swear someone else got that… You could also be the new person, this is your person and you know it, but there’s an ex hovering in the background causing problems. A baby daddy/mama. Possibly a parent as well. Either way there are more people than just the two of you, and money is wrapped up in this as well, causing conflict, debt or lack, especially if someone’s lost a job, because the feeling here is even if there’s irritation/issues, everyone is generally cooperative and working together, but there’s a lack in that cooperation when things get rough. Cooperation may be court ordered, but they are, mostly. Everything could go great until the ex or a parent shows up and then it’s like “here we go”. Financial issues or debts are likely this month.

7 Cups:

This is options, choices, and confusion about which to choose, fantasies, daydreams. The Lover fantasy is in conflict with the reality of your situation, 5 Wands, possible outside individuals starting drama & bs in your relationship. Someone could have secrets, The High Priestess at the bottom, or someone is trying to keep drama quiet where their kids are concerned, if there are any, 6 Cups underneath that. It’s a whole entanglement, a lot of drama, and King of Swords clarifies in two ways. One could be showing the ex, Swords represent ex’s because they’re emotionally detached, just business, facts are facts and fair is fair. Or this can be your energy trying to navigate the drama in your/any relationship. Wanting to be fair, detached from any particular outcome, giving people their chances to communicate and holding up your Sword to create a boundary or cut off as necessary - if necessary. He also cuts through the illusion of 7 Cups, to where there’s no more confusion.

Queen of Pentacles

I assume this is your person for most, you for others, they’re capable of handling everything on their own, I keep hearing that’s not the point with that. There is no drama with them, they’re committed to you, a very hard worker, probably does pretty well financially, 6 Wands at the bottom shows success. Whoever is being drama, your person is unbothered, they’re focused on themselves and what they should be doing, handling kids, cooking dinners, cleaning up the kitchen, managing work projects, etc etc. There’s no time for drama with this Queen, you’re the one bothered by whatever is going on. Or switch it. If there’s wedding planning or some kind of event going on, someone could be a pain with that, but I don’t see it as you or your person.

The Star:

Connected with Queen of Pentacles, clarified by The Empress, you/your person has beautiful energy and is focused on growth, finances, career goals, family/children, they’re unconcerned with outside people, drama, financial woes even. If you’re needing help, they got you boo 😘 Your pride could be taking a hit because of work, debt, some other person, but they’re more likely to speak some life into you. Like a pillar of hope, you don’t have to worry as much as you are about something, they’ve got this thing handled. If you’re getting married, you could be hoping these other people, father/ex whoever backs off when it happens. Or your person encourages you that they will, that whatever issues you’re having are temporary. They have a very soothing motherly-like energy. Or it could be a/your mother, if the father is a pain, the mother is probably very loving & kind, she balances him & the issues as best as she can.

The Emperor:

The counterpart to this Empress, possibly a father figure or you, whatever this issue is will have the outcome that you’re hoping it will have, it may take some time to get there. 9 Cups is wish fulfillment, getting what you want, it will take effort though. Applied effort, every single day, sometimes a lot on some days and not as much on others, but ultimately this situation has a very positive outcome. Could be the father of your person’s kid, scheduling conflicts, money conflicts, it’s going to work out in a way that’s best for everyone, but it will require some flexibility on your part. You could be borrowing money from a parent, possibly working with them literally, they get you a job - if that’s what this is regarding. Or you could help someone else out in this way. There’s separation between you all somehow, but you’re working together and each person will be pleased with the outcome, even if they don’t like it initially.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn, Aquarius & Aries

Oracle: ✨

39 Creativity 🖼

This is a profoundly creative time period for you - whether it is in the traditional arts, music, or writing - or it could be a new curiosity about exploring a way to funnel your creative urges. To be creative, you need to access your right brain - your emotional, sensing, feeling center. Do this by trying things you’ve never done before - get physical, dance, doodle.

When we acknowledge and act upon our impulse to create, we are aligning our will with Spirit. In this we can experience the flow of being on your highest path. Start creating and notice his time has no meaning anymore. Hours fly by before you realize it. It is not a struggle. It is pure inspiration. This card can also signify the birth of a child, or of a whole new way of being!

We enter into January as:

Bernie Banana and All Things Yellow 🍌

“How can I choose?”

Have you recently faced a major truth about yourself and are trying to figure out where you do belong? Or are you facing some other kind of dilemma? Is your thinking cloudy because you think someone or something is cheating you out of your just desserts? Bernie has come to you to let you know you are not alone. You are being advised to approach your particular situation with an open eye and closed mouth. Do not say or reveal too much, your “knowledge” may prove to work against you, or you may be in the midst of a volatile situation. You are being told to play the neutral position, it will prove important later that you have not chosen any “sides”. Do not ignore your beliefs, simply do not publicize them, weigh your situation carefully. You’re in the winning position by being the observer. Answers will come by allowing a dilemma to exist, the situation is out of your hands. Something else requires your attention, leave well enough alone.

What is to be learned in January:

Bronze God 🪞

“I only seek to give you what you ask for.”

The Bronze God warns us all to be true to ourselves. Be careful not to blame others for the way you’ve chosen to be. It is not another’s “fault” they’ve come to rely upon the person you’ve presented yourself to be. Are you being honest about your feelings? Are you thinking that you have to pretend to be something you are not? Bronze God is a warning that you are hiding something from yourself that could hurt you. If you are unhappy in your relationships, Bronze God indicates it is because you are pretending to be something that is not authentic. You may be relating to others based on a false sense of duty. There is also a sense of taking on too much responsibility in your life. You need time to go out and play. Exercise, go to a movie, take your family out on a picnic. Don’t be so serious about yourself or your work. If you squelch your need to play, you may lose all your creativity. The message here is to take a break, relax, and get back in touch with your playful self.

Bronze may be a lucky color 🤎

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sea otter - taod college au

for @writerfae <3

song: freight train - Sara Jackson-Holman

Never in his life before had David been in a penthouse on top of the highest building of the city.

But here he was, wrapped up in a blanket and having the city view all to himself. As if he was a god looking over his creation.

Evan’s penthouse was huge, wide spaces and tall ceilings, but the more time David spent there the lonelier it felt.

There were three of them and the apartment seemed to swallow them all.

As much as David loved sitting on the fluffy carpet in the living room and watch over the busy streets, he could never imagine living here. Not even with all his friends. Not even if he invited the whole world.

He heard a rustle behind him but was too captivated by the gray clouds kissing the windows from time to time to turn around.

It was either Noah or Evan anyway.

Not long after the noise a rhythm was played on the piano. So it must have been Evan who kept him company now. David hadn’t talked much to him. He seemed nice, though, a little too confident in himself maybe. But David was hardly ever one to judge.

What David could say about Evan was that he was an amazing pianist. David had seen him play even the hardest of songs and the way he could play a melody out of whatever Noah threw at him was astonishing.

It was really mesmerizing listening to him. And now Evan started to play a quiet almost nostalgic melody. At the same time David heard footsteps behind him and then two hands softly touched his shoulders.

“Hey,” Noah whispered before sitting down behind him.

David allowed him to wrap his arms around him and hold him.

“As soon as the rain stops I’ll drive you home okay?”

David nodded his head. It didn’t matter but if rain meant spending more time with Noah then David hoped for a monsoon.

Evan kept playing the same melody over and over again. The rain hit the windows harder and rolled down in little rivers.

And before David knew it Noah was singing, the bitter-sweetest song David had ever heard.

“Grief is a freight train, oh what’s a little pain when you’ve got so much to love,”

Noah sang softly and lulled David in completely.

It was ridiculous but upon hearing the song David’s heart ached for something he had never felt and his body sought for something he had never known. He had to swallow a sob that tried to escape his throat. The song was beautiful but so sad.

For the chorus Evan joined his brother and they sang together in harmony.

“Close your eyes take to the sky like a big blue kite.”

Momentarily, David thought the rain was pouring down harder, as if the sky was getting sadder by listening to the brothers sing, or maybe they where the reason it was raining in the first place. Or maybe there was no difference between these two things.

Noah hugged David closer to his chest as he kept on singing the second verse on his own again.

“Love is a slow song, playing on the radio I know every word by heart.”

When the song ended David was nothing but a puddle of his own feelings inside Noah’s arms. The piano ceased and with the faded footsteps David knew that Evan had left the room too.

“That was beautiful.” David whispered.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

David shook his head and Noah nestled his nose against David’s neck, his lips gazed the skin only slightly.

“What if it never stops raining?” David asked, his voice far away.

“It will hardly rain that long.”

“No, but I mean what if it doesn’t stop raining today?”

Noah lifted his head. David felt his piercing eyes stare at him but he didn’t give him the satisfaction to turn around.

“What are you trying to tell me, tiger?” Noah’s voice, too, was soft now.

“I don’t know.” David sighed. “Just- Can you stay with me tonight? Here, at your place or mine. I don’t care, just… don’t go…“

“Oh, David.” Noah leaned his head against the younger’s. “Anything you want. You don’t even have to ask.”

David sighed, then he turned around and looked at Noah. It was hard to believe sometimes that Noah loved him.

Out of all people he could choose from he had chosen David, who had nothing to give except fir patience and his heart, that he had locked away so carefully.

But with every day, hour, minute, spent with Noah one of the locks broke and he got closer to ripping it out and handing it over to Noah entirely.

And it terrified him.

God, it did, but he couldn’t stop.

So instead of lingering on these terrifying feelings he leaned forward and pressed his lips on Noah’s.

Noah escaped a surprised sound before he caught himself and kissed David back. Let the younger guid them and take the lead and when David pushed him gently Noah laid flat on his back so that David could crawl over him.

Noah pulled away after awhile and tucked David’s brown hair behind his ear.

“What is going on with you today, carino?” Noah asked and David hated and loved it at the same time that Noah had picked up on the spanish pet names he used for him.

His cheeks flushed slightly as he leaned into Noah’s touch.

“I don’t know, just general melancholy.” David muttered and kissed Noah’s palm.

Noah hummed in response.

Noah’s hand slipped through David’s hair as the younger leaned down do cradled himself agains Noah’s chest.

Noah immediately wrapped his arm around him and David drew little patterns in the soft material of Noah’s shirt.

“Where do you want to go? My small downtown apartment or your comforting room?” Noah whispered.

Somewhere in the apartment a door closed gently, reminding David that they were not alone.

“When do you have class tomorrow?”

“Around noon.”

“Could we go back to my place then?” David asked tentatively. He craved the comfort of his bed, the knowledge that he was save there.

“Sure, anything you want.”

And if David spent the rest of the day curled up against Noah’s chest, watching movies then that was no one’s business, because sometimes all you needed was the comfort and care from a person you loved to get through the day. And sometimes doing that alone was enough.

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Weather (2) Masterlist

part one

Apricity - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) michael/ashton T, 23k

Summary: Michael lets out a sound halfway between a gag and a sob, his head hanging low between his shoulders, hands braced against the dining table. “We missed our fucking flight, Ash,” he says. “We’re in Europe, it’s three days until Christmas and our plane takes off in less than an hour, so we’re stuck here and I won’t get to see my family, which means Christmas is ruined ‘cause Luke and Cal actually made it to the airport in time to get on the flight ‘cause they’re not absolute fucking morons, so I’m here with only you to keep me company for the holidays and—”

“Okay, first of all: Ouch, thanks a lot, didn’t realise you find my company that miserable,” Ashton cuts in as he takes a step back, letting his arm drop to his side. “And second: It’s not like that plane was the last one to ever depart from here. We’ll find another way to get home, we’ll book a different flight.”

In which Ashton and Michael miss their flight home for the holidays and are forced to spend Christmas together.

Be my baby and I'll look after you. (ao3) - dramionedarlings luke/ashton G, 1k

Summary: Ashton and Luke go out on walk in London in winter and they are both madly in love with one another

best mistake i've ever made (ao3) - Calumthoodshands (tndart) luke/calum T, 6k

Summary: Calum only agreed to the double date because Michael's his best friend. He didn't expect anything to come out of it - and he most definitely didn't expect Luke, a tall, blond guy who's as elegant on skates as Calum is trying to talk to him.

Between the Raindrops (ao3) - no_clue_who luke/ashton T, 2k

Summary: It had been raining in LA for the past week and Luke was honestly sick of it. The dogs had been left in the house basically all day for almost a week and Luke’s mental state wasn’t doing much better, the winter had taken a toll on them. He missed the sun and after the band's trip to Australia, they had missed the sun even more.

Ashton was even getting hit by the weather too, he was sticking to his drumkit and had turned every light on in the house. The two of them got into a dumb, cooped up for too long, argument which ended in tears on Luke’s end and Ashton sleeping on the couch to find Luke lying on top of him halfway through the night. But Ashton kept the lights on as the whole house stayed dark for days and they couldn’t even fight about it.

But there was a break in the clouds that afternoon, the sun was shining on the wet grass outside and Luke was buzzing with joy as he looked out.

or how not to have a picnic and more

I Adore You, Not Just On Christmas (ao3) - senioritastyles michael/calum G, 1k

Summary: Michael and Calum have a snowy evening with their pups.

i've got my love to keep me warm (ao3) - mukelftv (eddiethebanisheds) michael/calum T, 1k

Summary: michael goes to meet calum in the snow.

Lavender Haze (ao3) - beendreaminglikeafool michael/luke T, 776

Summary: Luke's lips felt like a secret haven he could feel himself get lost in. Each kiss filling his head with tingles and fireworks that imploded at the back of his closed eyes.

lovely to be rained on with you (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 3k

Summary: All he knows is the sound of the raindrops, and the warmth of Luke’s skin, and Luke’s deep, quiet voice. Soft, but heavy, too, as he explains to Calum and his ceiling what it’s like being inside his head. Secrets Calum has wanted to uncover since he first met Luke.

(not) just friends (ao3) - galacticsugar michael/luke T, 4k

Summary: His eyes land on the folded paper, drawn in by Luke’s scrawling handwriting.

Specifically, on his name in Luke’s handwriting.

Casually, like he’s being watched, Michael picks up the paper and carefully unfolds it. It’s from one of those hotel room pads, branded with the hotel logo, which Luke improved with some artful squiggles. At the top, it says Michael Mix, the peaks of the Ms rising high above the rest of the letters, both words underlined twice. And below that, a list of songs.

someone to be stranded with (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) michael/calum T, 1k

Summary: Michael and Calum get stranded while driving home in a blizzard.

sugar rush (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum E, 6k

Summary: It’s pulled so tightly across Luke’s throat. It’s a miracle the string hasn’t snapped entirely.

Luke’s a little sweaty, colorful smudges of the chalky candy rubbing off against his skin. Would they taste sweet or salty under Calum’s tongue?

taking the long way home - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: The weather is calling for a winter storm, and Calum's worried about flying. Michael does his best to assure his soulmate that everything is going to be fine because Calum's the best pilot he knows.

this is me trying (ao3) - no_clue_who M, 3k

Summary: He heard a soft knock on his door and then another flash of lighting. There's another knock, a little louder, and another clap of thunder. Ashton moved towards the front door and heard something before he opened the door, twisting the doorknob and opening it.

Luke was standing on his doorstep, slowly getting drenched with Petunia’s leash in his hands.

“Luke?”

“I’m,” was all Luke could get out before another clap of thunder rang out above and made Luke flitch.

walking in a winter wonderland (ao3) - mukelftv (eddiethebanisheds) luke/ashton T, 889

Summary: luke comes home to snow in his home.

white Christmas (ao3) - HeartbreakAshton94 G, 308

Summary: Michael’s dreaming of a White Christmas

[4kominato]

A/N: OMG SORRY I TOOK SO LOOOONG TT-TT .. i hope you enjoy this! i tried my best to create a plot that included quality fluff AND smut (youre also my first daiya request ever on this blog so i feel totally sh*tty that im so late erghshshd) also, sorry if the aftercare is too realistic that its not cute anymore :') ~kuri

@cxffeeshxts Request: May I request fluff/smut scenario of kawakami norifumi :0 If so, thank you very much! 

Pairing: Kawakami Norifumi x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut (M) - SEXUAL CONTENT

Word Count: 2.1 K

It's a beautiful day out. The winter air is dry and cold, but the bright sun in the sky and thin layer of clouds helped to comfortably balance out the potentially frigid weather. Despite being home for the first time after a long semester of university in America, you told your parents you would be seeing Nori first, since you didn’t get to spend a whole lot of time with him in the summer before you left, due to Seido’s advancement to the summer tournament.

Nori is your boyfriend of three years, the two of you having met in junior high when you were a third year and he was a second year. Despite his shyness and insecurity, he was always so sweet and caring toward you, and the more you talked, it felt like you guys just… clicked, so it came as no surprise when you found yourself falling head over heels for him. Knowing he probably wouldn’t make the first move and that you couldn’t let someone like him just slip away, you asked him to be your boyfriend at your junior high graduation so that you guys could make things official before you went off to high school. You refused to tell him which high school you would be attending because you wanted him to choose for himself where he wanted to go, but somehow fate brought the two of you back together, Nori having picked Seido to join their prestigious baseball team.

With Nori being on the first string, you got to know some of the others in his grade as well, and you’d gotten them on board with helping you surprise Nori at the dorms. After catching the train to your house to drop off your luggage, you walk to the school to meet Kuramochi at the entrance so he can lead you to the retired third year dorms, where Shirasu is keeping Nori occupied until your arrival.

“Do you think Nori will follow you to university in America too?” Kuramochi jokes, as the two of you walk down the hall toward Nori’s room.

“I’m not sure. He hasn’t really mentioned it much to be honest,” you start, taking a moment to think before continuing. “I think I’m not as reluctant to the idea of him going to the same university though, because doing long distance from a different country was pretty tough with the time differences and all.”

“Yeah, and you guys can’t get all lovey dovey,” he snickers.

“I mean yeah… that too.”

You’re about to keep walking when Kuramochi stops in front of one of the doors and whips his index finger up over his lips, gesturing for you to be quiet. Then he proceeds to knock on the door.

A soft, “Come in,” sounds from the other side of the door, cueing Kuramochi to open the door.

“What’s up?” Nori asks curiously as Kuramochi enters the small room, simply standing right in front of the doorway.

“I have a surprise for you,” he replies before turning towards you and gesturing for you to come in. You can’t wipe the dumb grin off your face when you walk up to the doorway and see Nori’s face light up.

“Oh my god!” he exclaims, sitting up from his bed and running up to you, “What are you doing here?!”

“Surprising you, obviously,” you laugh as he lifts you up in his arms and spins you around.

“I missed you so much.”

“But I missed you more–”

“Aaand we’re leaving now,” Kuramochi interrupts and heads toward the door with Shirasu following suit. “Use protection! Hyaha!”

“And don’t forget to lock the door,” Shirasu adds, and with that they exit the room, shutting the door behind them. Finally alone, the sexual tension between the two of you multiplies tenfold. It’d been nearly half a year since the two of you had gotten to be intimate with each other, so even just the initial hug you shared  upon your arrival had your gut churning with desire.

“So…” you draw out suggestively, simultaneously taking Shirasu’s advice and locking the door.

“So…” he responds in a similar fashion, the two of you obviously having the same thing in mind despite both of your reluctance to say it. Instead, you walk up to Nori, reaching for his hands as you press your forehead to his, then your nose, and finally your lips, at which point he resorts to slipping his hands around your waist.

The feeling of him growing hard against your thigh sends heat rushing downward, and in no time, you can feel your arousal drenching your panties. Nori’s hand moves up to your neck, pushing your hair out of the way to place his lips there and gently trail kisses along its length and down to your collarbone.

“May I?” Nori nearly whispers, tugging at the hem of your top.

“Of course,” you reply with a smirk before assisting him in removing the garment. You can see his hungry eyes dilate at the sight of your lace adorned breasts, and just as he reaches up to cup them, you decide to throw him a reverse uno card, cupping the bulge in his pants and gently massaging it before he gets the chance to do anything to you.

He gasps in half surprise, half pleasure as you continue to palm him over his sweats, his hands faltering on your breasts at the feeling. You take the opportunity to capture his lips once more, and slowly guide him to the bed where you proceed to straddle him.

“I want you so bad already,” you whine, rolling your hips on his now fully hard member, eagerly seeking any friction you could get against your aching clit. “I’m soaking.”

“God, you’re so hot,” he moans breathily, his eyes fluttering shut as you continue to grind against his needy cock. “I want you too… but it's been a while. Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“I’ll be fine. I need you,” you demand as you rip off your bottoms and fling them aside. “Don’t finish too quickly, okay?” you tease as you pull down the waistband of his sweats and briefs in one go to free his throbbing erection.

“Wait–” he barely manages to say before you take him, “Use a condom.”

“Nori…” you whine. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered you, but with how deprived you’d been the past four months, your patience is running extremely thin.

“Especially since it’s been so long I might not be able to pull out in time. I don’t wanna take any chances.”

“Ugh, fine…” you give in with a frustrated groan, but he did bring up a valid point, so you couldn’t really argue further. You return to the bed after fetching one of the foil packages from his dresser and tearing it open. Climbing back on top of him, you quickly pinch the tip of the thin rubber disk and roll it down his firm length, eliciting a soft moan from him that further tested your patience. “Are you ready now?” you ask almost aggressively as you position him to your entrance.

“Ye–” he barely starts to say, but before he can finish, you lower yourself onto him, easing him into your wetness and completely interrupting his train of thought. “Oh, god–” he groans, throwing his head back at the feeling of your wet walls encompassing his girth.

“Ah, Nori, you feel even better than I remembered,” you sigh in relief at the feeling of finally having him inside of you. As much as you would’ve loved to draw it out and take your time with him like you normally do, you don’t have the self control to do so this time; for the duration of your three year relationship with him, this is the longest you’d ever been abstinent and obviously, it’s taking a huge toll on you.

Placing your palms flush against his chest, you stabilize yourself enough to rhythmically drive your hips up and down, riding him to your heart’s content. The way he fills you up so perfectly gives you unfathomable gratification, his thickness rubbing up against your tender walls while his length hits just the right spot deep in your core. You don’t remember it feeling this amazing, but maybe the waiting and anticipation that had built up over the past few months was enough to amplify the blissful sensation tenfold.

“Nori, I’m already close,” you pant, forcing yourself to maintain your rigorous pace despite the rapidly escalating tension accumulating in your lower half.

“So am I,” he barely manages to say.

“Fuck…” you whine under your breath as you abruptly accelerate your movements in an eager attempt to chase your high, albeit extremely sporadically.

“Baby, I–” Nori moans through labored breaths, his grip on your hips substantially tightening as he finally succumbs to euphoria, his eyes rolling back whilst his manhood pulsates within you. Wanting nothing more than to reach ecstasy together with him, you begin bouncing on top of him even more erratically, feral almost, until his swollen head is kissing the lip of your cervix, expediting the tingly feeling accumulating in your gut.

After what feels like hours of edging, you’re finally enraptured, sheer pleasure erupting from the heat between your legs and radiating throughout the entirety of your body. You’d been doing a remarkable job keeping the sounds to a minimum… that is until the breathtaking feeling of climax sends you over the edge enough to force a cry out of you. You’re sure whoever is in the room next door can hear you loud and clear, but there's no way you could’ve prevented it.

As you slowly come down from your high, your shaky arms give out and you collapse forward onto Nori’s chest completely winded.

“God, that was so good…” you mumble weakly. “Sorry I got loud at the end though. Your neighbors probably heard me.”

“It’s fine,” he answers breathily, combing his fingers through your hair, “After Christmas, I only have one more term with them anyways.”

“Mm,” you hum, unable to answer in words with how weary you’d become.

“Before you fall asleep, let me clean up,” Nori requests, gently rolling you off of him to get off the bed, “And you should pee first.”

“You’re too responsible, Nori,” you grumble with your face buried into his pillow.

“It’s for your health.”

“Mrgh…”

With your eyes still closed, you hear some shuffling and some tissues being pulled before the bed sinks next to you, followed by the feeling of fingers brushing your hair out of your face.

“C’mon, babe, get up. I’ll take you to the restroom and then you can sleep. Won’t it be worse if you end up getting a UTI?”

“Yeah, I know…” you groan, finally sitting up and wrapping your arms around his waist. With a soft smile, he returns your embrace and leans in to place a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too.”

He only allows a moment more of sitting in silence before he fills the void again. “Okay, now get dressed before you actually fall asleep,” he demands as he retrieves your clothing from the floor.

“Mrgh,” you respond groggily, still reluctant to get out of bed, but regardless, you do as he says. After he shows you to the restroom, he walks you back to his room and tucks you comfortably into his bed.

“You must be tired and hungry from the long flight, huh?” he asks as he kneels at the bedside.

“Mhm,” you mumble, starting to succumb to slumber with how comfortable you are in Nori’s bed, intoxicated by his sweet scent that you missed so much while you were away.

“Well, I’m gonna go meet Miyuki to get some pitching practice in this evening and then I’ll bring you back some food from the cafeteria for when you wake up, okay?” he speaks gently, and though your eyes are closed and you can’t see him, you can feel his loving gaze upon you.

“Mm,” you mumble once more, softer this time but still loud enough that Nori knows you’ve acknowledged his statement.

“Alright,” he responds as he leans in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “Sleep tight. I love you so much. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Though you can’t bring yourself to answer in your now very somnolent state, hearing his words fill you with warmth, receiving the affection you’d been deprived of this past semester. You couldn’t have asked for a better welcome home than spending time with the love of your life, and even though he isn’t with you right now, you know he’ll be back soon to share more memories with throughout the remainder of the holiday season.