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Chasing Shadows | E I G H T

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Summary: As Wren grapples with revelations about her past and the people she trusted, she must decide whether rebuilding broken bonds is worth the risk—especially when her own life hangs in the balance.

Notes:

Warnings: emotional distress, trauma processing, mentions of parental loss, panic attack, dissociation, redemption arc, some fluff too

Word Count: 8.4k

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X A D E N

I watch Wrenley spin in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief as she takes in the sight of the fully restored Riorson House. The once-crumbling facade now stands tall and proud, the familiar archways and intricately carved wooden doors gleaming in the afternoon light. Vines that once choked the walls have been painstakingly trimmed back, revealing the warm, earthy tones of the stone beneath. A gentle breeze carries the scent of fresh paint and newly turned earth, the remnants of construction still lingering in the air.

“Holy shit. How is it… How is it all here?” Wrenley breathes, her voice barely above a whisper, almost as if speaking too loudly might shatter the illusion before her.

“We started rebuilding when I returned,” I reply, feeling a mix of pride and trepidation as her gaze shifts toward me, searching for answers. “I never told you because I wanted to surprise you after you graduated.” I know that sharing one more secret might push her too far, yet the weight of the most difficult truth presses heavily on my chest.

“He’s been very specific about every little detail just for you.”

Fuck. Me. Does Harlow ever listen?

Wrenley freezes in place, her breath hitching as she turns to the figure that now stands beside me, his presence commanding and warm.

“Hey Little Bird.”

“Oh shit.” Bodhi gasps, his eyes darting between us.

“Dad?” Her voice breaks, a cocktail of emotions swirling across her face—shock morphing into an exasperated scowl. I can see her mind racing, and I know she’s teetering on the edge of disbelief. “This is a joke. I’m actually going insane.”

I step towards her, my heart aching for her turmoil. “Wren—”

“No!” She snaps, cutting me off with an intensity that takes me aback, halting my steps. “I came to terms with my impending execution because I have no one! My boyfriend—who’s not even my boyfriend anymore—kissed my friend, and then that friend has been trying to get with him for almost a year! My cousin, who was supposed to be my last living relative, has been lying to me for years, along with my best friends! And the last person that I thought had my best interests at heart read my fucking memories and told his dad about my signets!” Her breaths quicken, each word a jagged knife cutting deeper into the growing turmoil within her.

“Signets?” Garrick calls out, his voice echoing the confusion in the air. I mentally facepalm, wishing he would just hold his tongue for a moment.

“Desa is concerned about the Wise One.” Sgaeyl says through our bond.

Me fucking too.

“Oh yeah! No more secrets, I’m a fucking precog,” Wrenley declares, her voice an explosive mixture of defiance and anguish, as she throws her arms up in the air, her frustration radiating from her like heat waves on a scorching summer day. She turns to face our friends, the surprise on their faces mirroring the chaos roiling inside her. Then, just as swiftly, she pivots back to her father and me, her expression shifting from fury to desperation. “And an inntinnsic like mom! Did you know about that?”

“Wren.” I take another step forward, the distance between us closing, as tears begin to cascade down her cheeks, glistening like tiny diamonds against her flushed skin. She starts to rant, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, barely pausing as she paces back and forth, her movements erratic, each step a testament to the storm brewing within her.

“I saw Liam die twice and still couldn’t save him—” she gasps, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. “So I used my powers to let him die with happy memories, and I was fine, but I did it to Jeremish and I stopped breathing for a second.”

“Wren?” Imogen’s voice is softer, a soothing melody in the cacophony of Wrenley’s turmoil, as she moves closer, her brows furrowed in concern.

“I’ve watched so many people die in a vision and could never save them. But Violet and I lived!” Wren begins to twist her hands together, the nervous tic she’s never had before, a manifestation of her unraveling. “Did you know my mom wasn’t killed in an accident?” A laugh escapes her lips, but it’s tinged with bitterness, her hands moving to tug at the hem of her shirt before returning to clasp tightly together. “Yeah, turns out Aetos intercepted a letter from you,” she says, her gaze darting to Harlow before sinking back to the ground, a weight of betrayal palpable in her voice, “to Fen about the rebellion.”

“Wren, take a breath.” Bodhi’s attempt to anchor her feels futile, the storm within her reaching a breaking point I’m not sure even Brennan could fix.

“They couldn’t easily send you to die, but mom was a rider!” Her laugh morphs, becoming less annoyed and more… maniacal, sending shivers down my spine. “So they sent mom to attack from behind, only the flyers were waiting for her and she’s dead now.”

“Little Bird.” Harlow reaches for her, desperation etched across his face, as I sense the collective urge from everyone else to comfort her, but I know she’s about to unleash her powers, forcing herself into everyone’s minds.

“Stop!” she screams, both out loud and in the depths of our minds, the force of her emotions sending shockwaves through the air, causing everyone’s feet to stumble in the gravel, rooted in place. “I just—I—I can’t.” And in an instant, she’s gone, bolting away, leaving us in the heavy silence of her absence.

“You didn’t tell her, Riorson?” Harlow’s voice cuts through the air, sharp and seething, a storm brewing behind his eyes. His expression is one of fury, a tempest ready to unleash, and I can feel the weight of his disappointment pressing heavily against my chest.

“I was going to, and you decided to greet her at the door when I told you not to.” I retort, my words laced with venom as a sneer curls at the edges of my mouth. “Even Brennan listened.” My frustration bubbles to the surface, the memory of Harlow’s impulsive choice striking a nerve.

“Brennan’s currently saving his sister, or would you prefer to die before you can fix things with my daughter?” Harlow’s words crash against me, a wave of guilt crashing over me.

“Sometimes I wish I kept my damn mouth shut at parapet,” I mutter under my breath, the regret heavy on my tongue. The moment I sense my feet freed from their forced roots, I take off, chasing after the only person who matters right now. She may be spiraling, losing pieces of herself in the process, but I made a promise, and I refuse to break another one.

The night air wraps around me as I navigate through the shadows cast by the house, my heart pounding in sync with the urgency of my steps. I find her on the hill behind the house, the familiar rise that I see when I ground. Memories of laughter, dreams, and innocence echo in my mind, taunting me with the stark contrast of the moment at hand.

“Go away, Xaden,” she snaps, her voice cracking under the weight of her tears, shoulders trembling like leaves in a storm. “I don’t want to talk.”

“Then don’t.” I answer honestly, my tone softening as I take a seat beside her. The chill of the earth seeps through my clothes, but I’m determined to stay. “I’ll talk, you listen.” I don’t wait for her to agree; I plunge into the depths of my thoughts, sharing the truths I’ve kept buried far too long.

I recount the state I found Aretia in, the chilling moment I first learned about the venin, what happened at Threshing. I describe how I stumbled upon her father during that first supply run, the joy mixed with anguish that nearly shattered me. And as I delve deeper, I reveal the parts of my life I had never dared to share, including the dark shadows of my betrothal to Cat. I poured out my fear, the dread of being nowhere near parapet the day she crossed, and the sickening panic that gripped me at the thought of losing her forever. Each revelation flows like a river, carrying the weight of my secrets, the urgency of my love, and the fear for her life with every word I utter.

I take a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill my lungs, and begin to unravel the tangled web of my thoughts. I talk about how I was going to tell her everything during that week between her first and second year, how Harlow begged me not to during that supply run.

Each word feels heavy, a weight pressing down upon my chest. The truth sits precariously on the edge of my tongue, and I can almost taste the regret. Every time I had nearly spilled my secrets, I would catch a glimpse of the comfort that radiated from her—how she laughed and breathed in the innocence of those moments. It was in those fleeting glimpses that I felt myself spiraling deeper into the shadows of my hidden burdens.

With the stillness of the night surrounding us, I reveal the scars that mar my back—those unspoken burdens of lives I had taken responsibility for, and the shadow of her life, always looming. She remains silent, her eyes fixed unwaveringly on the expanse of the star-studded sky, the darkness swallowing us whole as I pause.

Eventually, her sigh pierces the silence. “You could’ve trusted me.” Her voice trembles with a mix of hurt and understanding. “That’s… it’s too much to carry on your own.” I nod, my heart sinking as I watch her. “I was supposed to be the one person you can trust without fail.” Her response is soft, laced with a bittersweet longing.

“I wish I had. Would’ve saved us a world of trouble.” A rueful laugh escapes me, but the silence wraps around us again, thick and palpable. “I’m so sorry, Wren.”

“I want things to go back to how they were. Before death, before everyone leaving, the rebellion.” Her voice drifts like the gentle breeze, a whisper of nostalgia that makes my heart ache.

“When we were just kids who ran through the tall grass and fell asleep by fires reading?” I ask, my memories blooming around us like wildflowers in spring.

“Yeah.” The tension eases as she calms down, and I finally allow myself to breathe deeply, the weight of our shared past settling like a comforting blanket. “Is this what insanity feels like?” She asks.

“Are you doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result?” I respond, my lips curling into a smile, and her laughter bubbles up, infectious and bright. “You’ve been through a lot in the last 24 hours, Wren. On top of carrying so much by yourself because of your signets.” I reach up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, feeling the warmth radiating from her. “If you were perfectly okay right now, I’d be more concerned.”

“He’s really there?” she asks, the question hanging between us and I know she’s asking about Harlow..

“I wanted to tell you, but it was safer for him to stay hidden until you were out of Basgiath. He was going to be part of your graduation gift.” My heart races at the thought, eager to share that sliver of hope with her.

The weight of the world seems to settle around us like a heavy blanket as Wren lays back on the grass, her voice laced with a blend of despair and humor. “Sucks that I’m dead when we get back.” She groans, the lush green blades whispering beneath her as she sinks into their embrace. “I can’t even enjoy him being alive because it’s all I can think about.” I let out a soft chuckle, trying to lighten the somber atmosphere. “Then let's live a lifetime before we go back.” I shift, mirroring her position and turning onto my side, the coolness of the earth seeping through my clothing as I lock my gaze onto hers.

Her brow furrows slightly, curiosity igniting in her eyes. “How?”

A carefree shrug escapes me, yet the fervor bubbling within is genuine. “Make a list of what you had planned for your life, and let’s do it.” The challenge lingers in the air, a spark igniting between us as she rolls up to meet my gaze, her expression shifting from doubt to intrigue.

“Sunrise Flights?” she asks, her lips curving into a tentative smile.

“Done.”

“Graduate?” she presses on, her spirit beginning to rise like the morning sun.

“We’ll throw you your own ceremony,” I assure her, our laughter mingling, brightening the shadows around us.

“Get married?” Her voice falters slightly, and I can sense the weight of the question, a stab to my chest.

“Tell me when, where and who, and I’ll make sure it happens.” It's a stab to the chest to ask and I pray to Loial that the answer is still me.

“I only ever wanted you,” she whispers, vulnerability threading through her voice.

“Then marry me, Wren.” My words pour out before I can second-guess them. “I’d marry you even if you weren’t on the chopping block.” I tease, reaching for her sides, hoping to coax that melodic laughter from her once more.

“You’ve broken my heart so many times, Xaden. I can’t live my life like that.” There’s an ache in her tone, a lingering fear that pulls at my heartstrings. “Plus even if I do live beyond our arrival, you graduate in 6 days.”

“Then let's make a deal.” I pull her up gently, my fingers entwined with hers as I stand. “When you live—because I refuse to think of a world where you’ll be gone—we write letters until—”

“Threshing,” she interjects, the word bursting forth like a beacon of hope, illuminating the somber landscape of our conversation. Joy ignites in her eyes, a spark that scatters the clouds of despair hovering above us. “If we’re in a good place by threshing, then you can do a proper proposal.”

I nod, my heart swelling with the promise of the future. Her words resonate with me; they are not just a glimmer of possibility but a commitment to the joys that life can still offer, a shared path we can walk together. “As you deserve,” I reply softly, the sincerity of my voice echoing in the silence that envelops us.

With a smile that could rival the sun breaking through the horizon, she proposes, “We seal it after my graduation.” Her hand extends towards me, the gesture a tangible manifestation of hope and determination. “One year, no full commitments until our decision at Threshing.”

I gaze at her outstretched palm, and for a fleeting moment, my heart races at the thought of sealing this promise. “No commitments,” I affirm, but instead of shaking her hand, I lift it gently, pressing a kiss against her skin. The warmth of her touch ignites a flame within me, and as I pull away, the weight of that kiss lingers like the fading light of day. “One year,” I promise, my voice steady, brimming with the conviction of my feelings.

With a soft sigh, I take a step back, the cool night air wrapping around me like an old friend. “Your old room is still available, or you can take mine and I’ll go find another room,” I offer, my heart urging her to find comfort and rest after the tumultuous events that have unfolded. “You should rest and then talk to your father in the morning. I think you both need it.”

“Thank you, Xay,” she replies, her voice barely above a whisper, but it carries the weight of gratitude and trust.

“Anything for you, Little Bird.”

Recovered Correspondence from Cadet Xaden Riorson to Cadet Wrenley Tavis

July 3, 634 AU

Little Bird,

It’s strange, writing to you after so long of always being around each other. It’s not the same, but it’s something. And I’ll take something over silence.

I saw you walking with your father today. You looked… lighter. Not because things are easy, but because maybe, for the first time in a while, something is right. You deserve that. Him, too. He never stopped asking about you. Even when he knew better than to expect answers.

He said he wasn't surprised you were the smartest in your year. Said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like your mother would’ve said the same and probably did—loudly, and more than once.

Garrick made us spar this morning. Claimed it was routine but he was going easy on me, which is insulting considering I still knocked him flat. He’s mad I didn’t tell him about your father. About Aretia. Probably still mad about you, too. I get it. I’m mad at myself, too.

Bodhi says you’ve been training again. Said you’re finally using your signet like it was made for war, not hiding. I laughed when he told me you made him miss every hit until he got desperate. But the part where Garrick ate dirt? I wish I got to witness that.

If you’re up for it, I’ll be at the ridge before sunrise. No expectations but I'd be honored if you joined me for an early flight.

It’s good to see you smile, even if it’s not mine anymore.

—X

Recovered Correspondence from Cadet Wrenley Tavis to Cadet Xaden Riorson

July 4, 634 AU

Xaden,

It is strange—getting a letter from you again.

I don’t know how to talk to him. My father. I spent years mourning a man who wasn’t dead, building walls around a hole that didn’t need to exist. Now he’s here, like he never left, trying to make up for time that passed like it didn’t rip both of us apart. I keep waiting for it to feel real. But sometimes it does. In the quiet. When he’s not trying so hard to fix what broke. Just existing. Being here. And then I see pieces of my mother in his eyes and I can breathe again.

You’re right—he does talk about her. And me. A lot. It’s infuriating and comforting all at once. Like most things in my life lately.

Bodhi exaggerates. I didn’t make him miss. He walked into a swing like he forgot how momentum works. And I definitely didn’t make Garrick face-plant. I made him stumble and gravity did most of the work. Still, it felt good to be… me again. Even if I’m still figuring out what that means.

As for the sunrise flight—I'm sorry I didn't show. Not because I didn’t want to. I did. But I think I needed to know if you’d offer again. (Petty? Probably. Worth it? Definitely.)

But if you're serious about trying us or trying whatever this is becoming, I was thinking something less dramatic.

A picnic. Just like before. Just food, and the sky, and enough space between us to decide what comes next. I’ll bring the wine if you bring the bread this time.

Let me know. Or don’t. I’ll still go.

—Wrenley

W R E N L E Y

The note was waiting just inside my–Xaden’s–door.

Downstairs. Sunset. – X

I stared at it for a long time, turning the parchment over like it might reveal more than those two words. No apology. No explanation. Just instructions.

And yet… I was already lacing up my boots before I realized it.

I made my way downstairs, expecting to find him waiting in that infuriating way he always did—arms crossed, leaning against the wall like he’d planned the whole world and was just waiting for it to catch up.

Instead, I found Garrick and Bodhi.

Which immediately felt like I was walking into a trap.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered.

Bodhi just grinned like I’d already made his night. “You clean up well, Princess. Need a basket to match?”

He held it out like this was perfectly normal. The smell of warm bread and something sharp and sweet drifted up from the covered top.

“I swear, if this is some group bonding exercise disguised as a romantic stunt, I will force both of you to scrub the stone floors.”

“It’s not,” Garrick said, shoving a folded blanket into my arms like he wanted the interaction to be over with. “We’re just the forced delivery boys.”

“Volunteer delivery boys,” Bodhi corrected. “We’re sick of watching you two pretend you don’t care. So. Go.”

I eyed them both. “If I get stood up, I’ll find a way to make you regret helping.”

“He’s there,” Garrick said. “Trust me, he wouldn’t do this for just anyone. He's not playing games this time.”

The walk to the oak grove was slower than it needed to be. Every step kicked up old memories—training days, shared secrets, stashed letters under floorboards. We used to come here to escape the politics and the pressure. Before war made escape a myth.

I reached the grove just as the sun began its descent, painting everything in gold and shadow. The old oak tree was still there, thick and unmoving, like time hadn’t touched it even if it had leveled everything else.

I laid out the blanket in silence, setting the basket down carefully. I didn’t even have time to lift the lid before his voice slipped into the air behind me.

“Hey.”

“I didn’t think you’d come.” I didn’t turn right away but when I did, my breath caught in my lungs.

Xaden stood a few paces away, hands tucked into his pockets, hair slightly damp like he’d just come from a shower. Shadows and sunlight warred across his face, but his eyes—those onyx eyes sparkling with golden flecks—are steady on me. He looked tired in the way people do when they’ve been carrying guilt for too long.

I turn back to the basket, shaking my head as I open the top and the full force of its contents greet me. “Trying to win me over with baked goods?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“That depends. Still like honeyed cheese?”

I rolled my eyes, but my lips twitched. “You remembered?”

“I remember everything about you, Wren.”

That silenced me. I busied myself pulling out our picnic as Xaden took a seat across from me and we ate in silence.

Until Xaden spoke. “Do you remember the day my mom left?”

I paused for a second, then nodded. “You didn’t come to the stables after lunch. The boys thought you were sick.”

“I was.” His voice was level, but something flickered behind it. “Just not the kind of sick the medics could fix.”

I remembered. I remembered how I sent Garrick and Bodhi out on our usual ride and ran towards his room, the muffled cries that came from behind the door. I remembered how when he finally opened it and didn’t say a word—just looked like someone had carved out half his soul and left the wound open–I wrapped my arms around him and refused to let go.

“You were the only one who came looking,” he said.

“No one deserves to be alone on their birthday.” I murmur. “You always said nothing could hurt you. I think that was the first time I ever saw you cry.”

He huffed something like a laugh. “I cried harder a week later.”

I looked at him, startled. “What?”

“You saw me. I thought of you as Garrick’s annoying little cousin but you were still there for me.” he said simply. “I was really seeing how amazing you were and then a week later… you refused to leave with your parents until you said goodbye to me.”

My stomach twisted. “You already had your mom leave without a word. You didn’t deserve to lose someone else the same way.”

“I thought I lost everything that month,” he said. “But then your letter showed up. Ink-smudged, tear-stained, full of spelling errors.”

“You still remember that?”

“I memorized it.” He says. “I hate it here. I wish I was still in Aretia with you. Even if you, Garrick, and Bodhi tried to leave me behind most days, it’s better than not knowing anyone.” He recites and I just watch him in awe. “I remember telling you that you were capable of making friends with anyone.”

“I started hanging out with Violet and Dain after you wrote back.” We sat in that memory like it was a shared language. Like neither of us needed to explain what that kind of connection had meant back then. “You were my safe place,” I try to explain anyways. “Even when we were just writing. Especially then.”

He nodded once. “That’s what made it worse. What I did.”

“You didn’t just hurt me,” I said, finally meeting his eyes. “You broke parts of me I didn’t know could break. I didn’t expect you to protect me from the world. I expected you not to become one more thing I had to survive.”

His throat worked around something unsaid. “I know. And I hate that I gave you another reason not to trust someone.”

“When did you realize it?” I asked. “That you’d gone too far with the secrets?”

He didn’t hesitate. “The day you looked at me like I was a stranger. After I kissed Violet. I saw it in your face—that I wasn’t someone you loved anymore. I was just another piece of rubble in the wreckage.” I swallowed hard. “But I never stopped choosing you. Even when it didn’t look like it.

“I’m not asking for all of you,” he says. “Just the part that remembers who we were. And maybe the part that still wonders who we could be.”

I don’t reach for his hand. That would’ve been too much. Instead, I hooked my pinky through his. Like we’re still those teenagers bouncing around how we really feel.

“You remember how to do that trick with the cheese?” I asked again, voice softer.

His smile was the kind I hadn’t seen in years—honest and unguarded. “More than I should.”

“Then do it,” I said, handing him a piece. “Earning your way back won’t be easy, but impressing me is a start.”

We didn’t talk much after that. Just ate, watched the stars appear, and let the silence sit between us without pressure. Without expectations. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t waiting for him to ruin it. And that… that felt like something real.

Recovered Correspondence from Cadet Xaden Riorson to Cadet Wrenley Tavis

July 5, 634 AU

Wren,

Thank you for joining me on that flight this morning. It was good–great. I had fun.

I’m not sure what all to write since we’ve spent most of the last twelve hours together so I figured I’d tell you about one of my favorite memories of us.

Do you remember that day you and your father returned to Aretia? Your Uncle and Garrick waited outside for you all day but you could have cared less, because instead of greeting your family, you ran into the middle of me and Bodhi sparring to hug me.

And in that moment, I knew I was already yours. In whatever way you wanted me because I only ever knew peace in your arms. (Even if you did cover my favorite shirt in snot because of how hard you were crying.)

Yesterday was the first time I felt peace like that moment in years. And it wasn’t the food, or the sky, or the fact that Bodhi packed three bottles of wine like we were going to war with sobriety.

It was you.

Thank you for coming back to the sky with me.

If you want to do it again, I’ll be there. Same time. Same place.

I won’t ask, but I’ll always hope.

–Xay

Recovered Correspondence from Cadet Xaden Riorson to Cadet Wrenley Tavis

July 5, 634 AU

Xay,

Desa would like me to remind you (and Sgaeyl) that we definitely won that race. I know we didn’t. But she’s smug about it, so let her have it. Apparently “hitting the ground first counts as winning.”

That day was probably the best and worst days of my life. I was so distraught over my mom’s death that I hadn’t slept, hadn’t eaten, I hardly spoke to anyone. But the minute I saw the silhouette of Aretia? It felt like life breathing into me.

I did skip past Garrick and my uncle, but it was because I knew you would understand better than anyone, and you wouldn’t pity me. You just held me while I cried (I’ve apologized for that shirt a hundred) and let me feel it with comfort.

I wouldn’t see anyone else because I only wanted you. Not to fix me. Not even to understand me. Just to hold me. And I knew—if I ever let someone own a part of me, it would be the boy who waited silently because he knew I’d come when I was ready.

So don’t pretend you didn’t already have me, too.

Now for the question I’ve been circling around…

How is Violet?

Is she still unconscious? I’ve been meaning to check, but I didn’t want to show up and make it a scene. I know she’s strong—no one bonds two dragons and throws lightning around like a party trick without being strong—but even strength breaks under the wrong kind of weight.

If you know anything, I trust you’ll tell me what you can.

Thank you for the flight. And the silence. And the letter. Maybe I’ll meet you at the ridge tomorrow. Or maybe you’ll have to wait again. (You’ve always been good at waiting.)

—Wrenley

I found my father leaning against the railing of the upper courtyard, his mug cradled in one hand, the other resting casually on the stone. He gazed down below, the familiar intensity of a healer turned commanding officer still etched in his posture, though now softened by the years. He looks more like the man I grew up looking up to at this moment, and it’s still weird.

He didn’t look over when I approached; he never does. It was as if the very fabric of our connection granted him the ability to sense my presence, a quiet understanding that needed no words.

“Your mother would’ve told them all to shut up and sit down by now,” he said, nodding toward Garrick and Bodhi, whose playful bickering echoed off the stone walls as they circled each other in the makeshift sparring ring. The sight of them—lively and animated—brought a flicker of warmth to my heart, a reminder of the family we’d once had. “Probably thrown her boot at Garrick by now.”

I leaned against the railing beside him, the cool stone a comforting anchor as I folded my arms. A brisk breeze danced around us, tousling my hair and inviting the scents of fresh earth and blooming flowers to fill my lungs. “The most impatient woman, and yet she married you, the most patient man alive.”

“We balance each other out.” He smirked, a glimmer of mischief lighting up his eyes. “How are things with Xaden?”

I hesitated, feeling the weight of his words. “I’m not sure I know how to let him close again,” I admit, a tremor in my words. “But I’m also not sure I know how not to.”

“You don’t have to make a decision overnight,” he reassured me, his tone steady. “Love isn’t a battlefield, Wrenley.”

I turned to look at him, lifting an eyebrow in disbelief. “You’re quoting fairytales at me?”

“Your mother loved that line,” he said, a wistful laugh escaping his lips. “Used it right before she kissed me in the infirmary after breaking a first year’s nose.”

My heart twisted painfully at the thought. “I miss her, now more than ever.”

He met my gaze then, his eyes searching mine with an intensity that felt almost too much to bear. “She’d be proud of who you are, you know.”

“Some days I’m not even sure who I am anymore,” I confessed quietly, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me like a heavy cloak.

He nodded, the warmth in his eyes a beacon of comfort. “That’s how I know she’d be proud. You’ve lost almost everything and still managed to stay soft where it mattered.”

The words hung in the air, rich with unspoken truths, wrapping around me like a delicate thread that sought to mend the frayed edges of my heart. I blinked hard, fighting the sudden swell of emotion that threatened to spill over. “You always know what to say,” I murmured, my voice barely more than a whisper.

“Only because I know you, Little Bird.” His hand found my shoulder, a gentle touch that anchored me amid the rising tide of uncertainty. The familiar weight of his affection settled in my chest, warming the chill of doubt. As he withdrew his hand, I glanced toward the stone corridor just off the courtyard, an unspoken invitation to the world beyond our quiet moment. “I think you’re needed,” he urged, his gaze flickering with a hint of urgency.

Before I could fully gather my thoughts, a voice called my name, sharp and insistent.

“Wrenley!” Xaden’s voice cut through the serene atmosphere, his urgency almost tangible. He seemed to slide across the stone floor, his form a striking silhouette against the brilliance of the day. Reaching out, he gripped the railing for balance, a flicker of something intense burning in his dark gaze. “Violet’s awake."

“That’s not going to work.” Brennan’s voice sliced through the thick tension in the Assembly room like a dagger, his words echoing against the cold stone walls. “Next suggestion.”

We’ve been here for hours, and frustration swirled around me, heavy like the stale air that hung between the Assembly. My fingers drummed absently on the worn surface of the table, the scratches and nicks a testament to the countless discussions held within these walls. I was beyond weary of the endless cycle of proposals and rejections, feeling as if I were a prisoner to this ceaseless debate.

“Someone has to state the obvious,” Major Farris interjects from the far end of the table, leaning forward, his gaze sharp as he surveys the room with a predatory intensity.

My attention drifted, caught between my father and Brennan, still reeling from the surreal reality that they were both alive, sitting together in this room. The sight was unsettling, a patchwork of relief and disbelief that clashed within me. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.

Xaden, perched above me to lean on the massive chair he had placed me in. “And what is the obvious thing you need to state, Major Farris?” His tone dripped with boredom, an unspoken disdain for the tedious nature of these diplomatic meetings hanging in the air. I could almost hear the sigh of frustration that accompanied his words.

“Returning is the only option,” Ferris continued, his voice unwavering as he leaned back, arms crossed, confident in his stance. “Not doing so risks everything we’re building here. Search patrols will come, and we don’t have enough riders—”

“It’s a little hard to recruit while trying to stay undetectable,” Trissa chimed in, her voice firm. I recognized her from before the rebellion, her fiery spirit unyielding even amidst the fraying tensions.

“Let’s not get off topic, Trissa,” my father added, the softness in his gaze lingering on her, a fleeting warmth amid the frost of strategy. A note to self: ask about that later.

“No point increasing our numbers without a working forge to arm them with weapons.” Ferris’s voice rose, breaking through the intertwining threads of conversation. “We’re still short a luminary, if you haven’t noticed.”

“And where are we in negotiations with Viscount Tecarus for his?”

“Still working on a diplomatic solution,” Brennan replied, his tone carrying the weight of responsibility.

“There’s no solution. Tecarus isn’t over the insult you delivered two years ago.” Kylynn's piercing gaze was locked on Xaden, a challenge hanging unspoken between them.

“He was never going to give it to us even if I did marry his niece.” Xaden’s voice, low and resolute, cut through the swirling tension that hung in the air like a storm cloud waiting to break. He rested a comforting hand on my shoulder, the warmth of his touch juxtaposed against the chill of uncertainty that gripped us. His fingers squeezed gently, a gesture meant to ground me in the chaos of our negotiations. “But I’ll say the same thing I did then. I have bigger priorities than selling myself for a worthless cause. Besides, everyone knows the man only collects things. He does not trade them.”

The corners of my mouth twitched at the absurdity of the situation, but the humor faded quickly as Kylynn’s voice sliced through my thoughts like a dagger. “Well, he’s definitely not going to trade with us now,” she retorted, her gaze narrowing, icy and unyielding. The tension in her posture radiated through the room, a palpable reminder of the stakes we faced. “Especially if you won’t even contemplate his latest offer.”

“He can fuck right off with his offer.” Xaden’s dismissal was heavy with disdain, and as he squeezed my shoulder once more.

“What offer?” My curiosity piqued, using this opportunity to see if Xaden was serious about always telling the truth.

“He wants to add Violet to his collection, but I refuse to trade in people. It’s too Navarrean.” A chuckle escaped my lips, the absurdity of the notion lighting a brief spark of levity in the grim atmosphere.

“There had better be a solution.” Felix’s voice echoed with urgency, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. “If we can’t supply the drifts with enough weaponry to really fight in the next year, the tide will shift too far to ever hope of holding the venin advance at bay.” His words hung ominously in the air. “This all will have been for nothing.”

A year already? The weight of his statement settled over me, a leaden realization that the war had crept far too close for comfort.

“As I said, I’m working on a diplomatic solution for the luminary, and we’re so wildly off topic I’m not sure this is the same meeting.” Brennan's voice was firm, laced with a thin thread of frustration as he glared at the elders around the table, their faces etched with worry.

“I vote we take Basgiath’s luminary,” Kylynn suggested, her voice rising in the thick silence, daring to challenge the status quo. “If we’re that close to losing this war, there’s no other option.”

“We’ve been over that,” Brennan said with finality, his tone brokering no argument. “If we take Basgiath’s forging device, Navarre can’t replenish their stores at the outposts. Countless civilians will die if those wards fall. Do any of you want to be responsible for that?”

As his words fell, silence enveloped the room, a thick blanket that stifled the air and left us all grappling with the weight of our choices.

“Then we agree,” Ferris states, his voice steady yet heavy with the burden of their decision. The weight of responsibility hung in the air like a thick fog, permeating the room with an unshakeable tension. The shadows danced around the flickering candlelight, casting elongated shapes on the walls that mirrored the growing unease within the gathering.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet, Suri.” My father’s gaze flickers to the last elder seated at the long, mahogany table, a sharp contrast to the rugged map that lay sprawled before us, its inked territories a chilling reminder of our fractured world.

“I say we send all but the three.” Suri’s words slice through the tension with an alarming calmness. “Six cadets can lie as well as nine.”

My thoughts drift to the faces of Xaden, Garrick, Bodhi, Imogen, Violet, and the lingering absence of Liam and Soleil, their spirits overshadowing this meeting with their loss.

“None of the none are expendable, Suri.” Felix’s tone takes on a sharp edge as he leans back on the rear two legs of his chair, an act of defiance that seemed to echo in the hearts of all present. His piercing gaze shifts to the expansive map behind Xaden, tracing the lines with an intensity that spoke volumes of our dire situation.

“What do you propose, Felix?” Suri counters, the subtle arch of her brow a challenge that seemed to hang in the air like a taut string, ready to snap. “Running our own war college with all our spare time? Most of them haven’t finished their education. They’re of no use to us yet.”

“As if any of you has a say in if we return,” Xaden interjects, his voice rising to capture the room’s attention. His presence, strong and unwavering, filled the space around him, a protective shield for those he cared for. “We will take the advice of the Assembly, but it will be taken as only that—advice.”

“We cannot afford to risk your life—” Suri’s argument spills forth, layered with concern and urgency.

“My life is equal to any of theirs.” Xaden gestures toward the group gathered by the door, a quiet assertion that resonated with a touch of defiance.

“Not every life,” Suri retorts, her gaze piercing as it lands on Violet. “How could you have stood there and let her overhear the conversation of the Assembly?”

“If you didn’t want her to hear, you should have closed the door,” Bodhi responds, stepping into the room with an air of indignation that flickered like the flames casting shadows on the walls.

“She cannot be trusted!” Suri’s voice rises, anger twisting into a palpable fear that coursed through her.

“Xaden has already taken responsibility for her.” Imogen steps forward, subtly shifting closer to Violet, her words a fragile barrier against the gathering storm. An uncomfortable feeling crawls up my spine as I realize the stakes at hand. “As brutal of a custom as it may be.”

Don’t spiral, don’t spiral, don’t spiral. The mantra echoed in my mind as I tried not to think about my friends defending Violet.

“It’s just to keep her alive so you live, right?”

“And for Brennan’s sake.”

“I still don’t understand that particular decision,” Ferris interjected, his tone sharp as a blade. His eyes, dark and searching, flicked to me, and I felt a wave of pressure build in my chest, compelling me to sit up straighter, to brace myself against the scrutiny. “You let an inntinnsic into our meeting.”

“Please,” I said, summoning a steadiness I didn’t quite feel as Xaden’s warning flickered like a candle in the back of my mind. “Speak all of your transgressions with me.”

“Your mother was a loyalist,” Ferris declared, his voice low, each word a strike against my very identity.

“My father sits here, loyal to the revolution,” I countered, my pulse quickening, a sense of defiance swelling within me.

“You’re an inntinnsic. You could be reading our secrets now.” His accusation hung heavy, a dark shadow cast over the table.

In a moment of reckless instinct, I reached into Ferris’s mind, a place filled with doubt and fear, and he reacted at my wil;, snapping the dagger from his hip across the table with a resonant clang that startled everyone. It landed with a thud directly in front of me, a stark reminder of the tension that crackled in the air. “I’m not that kind of inntinnsic,” I said, frustration mingling with indignation.

“How did you—” Ferris began, his surprise evident.

“She’s also a precog and extremely valuable.” Xaden’s voice interjected, authoritative and commanding as he reached for Ferris’s blade, slipping it smoothly into one of my empty sheaths, a gesture both protective and assertive. “To treat her as the enemy will make an enemy out of me.”

“Well—” Ferris faltered, the storm of emotions swirling around the table suddenly interrupted.

“Forget the Tavis girl.” Kylynn points back to Violet “She’s General Sorrengail’s daughter.”

“And I’m the general’s son,” Brennan countered, his voice firm yet tinged with unease.

“And you’ve more than proven your loyalty over the last six years!” Kylynn shouted, her voice rising above the murmur of dissent. “She hasn’t!”

“She fought at our side at Resson.” Bodhi’s tone was urgent, tension rippling through him as his voice climbed.

“She should be confined.” Suri’s face flushed crimson, the anger boiling within her as she pushed away from the table, the sound of her chair scraping against the floor sharp in the silence. “Both of them should. They can ruin us all with what they know.”

“Agreed.” Ferris regained his composure, his alliance with Suri solidifying as he echoed her sentiment. “They’re too dangerous not to keep prisoner.”

“I alone am responsible for Violet.” Xaden’s voice lowered, laced with malice as he glared at the gathering. “And if I’m not enough, there are not one but two dragons who have already vouched for her integrity.”

Violet's voice sliced through the air with a razor's edge, her frustration palpable. “She is standing right here,” she snapped, her eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and desperation. “So stop talking about me and try talking to me.” I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at her boldness, a flicker of light in the darkened chamber. The corner of Xaden’s mouth lifted ever so slightly, a ghost of a smile that illuminated his usually stoic demeanor. Yet, I felt the weight of tension coiling tighter around us, and I repeated my mental mantra like a lifeline: don’t spiral, don’t spiral, don’t spiral.

Violet continued, her voice shaking with anger and conviction. “What do you want from me? Want me to walk Parapet and prove my bravery? Done. Want me to betray my kingdom by defending Poromish citizens? Done. Want me to keep his secrets? Done. I kept every secret.” Each word resonated through the room, a challenge that ignited the air with electric intensity.

Suri's voice cut through the charged atmosphere like a knife, her eyebrow arching in skepticism. “Except the one that mattered.” The accusation hung heavily, a pall of judgment that seemed to settle on Violet’s shoulders. “We all know how you ended up in Athebyne.”

I shifted in my chair, feeling an unsettling mix of sympathy and frustration for Violet. “She wasn’t the only one betrayed by a friend.” My voice was barely a whisper, but the sincerity behind it felt like a thunderclap in the tense silence. I slunk back into my chair, feeling the comforting weight of Xaden’s hand on my shoulder still—a small gesture, yet it grounded me amidst the turmoil.

“No first-year could withstand a memory reader, especially one considered a friend.” Felix turned his steely gaze on Violet. “But you have to know that you have enemies at Basgiath now. Should you return, you must know that Aetos will not be among your friends. He will do everything he can to kill you for what you’ve seen.”

“I know,” Violet replied, her voice steady, though I could see the flicker of fear in her eyes—a spark that threatened to ignite into a full-blown blaze of panic.

Felix nodded, his expression softening just slightly as he concluded, “Then let this be a lesson learned.”

Xaden’s voice rang out, firm and unwavering. “We are done here.” His gaze locked onto Suri’s and Ferris’s, a silent command that pulled their shoulders down in resignation.

“I’ll expect an update on Zolya in the morning,” Brennan announced, his authority unmistakable. “Consider this Assembly meeting adjourned.” With that, the council members began to push in their chairs, the sound echoing like a distant thunderstorm as they filed out of the room, each of their faces etched with the weight of uncertainty.

As the last remnants of the council dispersed, I stood from my chair, and Xaden turned to meet my gaze, his dark eyes piercing through the tension that still clung to the air like fog. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice low and filled with concern.

“Fine,” I replied, though the lie sat heavy on my tongue. “But I could use a flight.”

Xaden’s grip tightened around my hand, a reassuring warmth that contrasted the chill of the room. As we turned to leave, we passed by Violet, who still stood at the table, her brow furrowed in contemplation.

“We’re headed up to the valley. Meet us when you’re done,” Xaden instructed her, his tone a blend of authority and gentleness.

“I’ll go with you now,” Violet protested, her urgency palpable, the need for connection evident in the desperation of her voice.

“Stay and talk to your brother,” Xaden countered softly. “Who knows when you’ll get another chance.”

Xaden guided me out, with Garrick, Bodhi, and Imogen following closely behind, their presence a comforting reminder of our shared bonds amidst the chaos.

As we stepped outside the walls of Riorson House, I inhaled deeply, the crisp air filling my lungs, awakening the part of me that craved the thrill of flight. But as the words escaped my lips, I felt a surge of determination swelling within me. “We have to go back but I think I have a plan.”

A fleeting shadow crossed his face, revealing the weight of concern that coiled tightly in his chest. “You do?” he ventured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” I confirmed, my heart thrumming a frantic rhythm against my ribcage. “You won’t like it.” I could see the gears turning in Xaden’s mind, the way his brow furrowed deeper.

“What do you need?” he asked, his tone steady, yet laced with an undercurrent of trepidation. In that moment, I could sense that he already knew what I was planning to do.

“I have to detour to the Infantry Quadrant when we get back.” The admission felt like a declaration of war with the way Xaden's spine straightened.

“That’s what I was afraid of.”

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dixieconley · 2 years ago

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How did Obi-Wan not notice the thing with R2D2?? And what if he did?

Obi-Wan: We need to talk about your issues with attachment. Anakin: ::panicking, thinking Obi-Wan's found out about his marriage:: You had a relationship with Satine Kryze! Obi-Wan: … And Ki-Adi-Mundi is married. Jedi can have relationships, Anakin. We've talked about this. Anakin: … I think I would have remembered that.

[Many many past conversations: Obi-Wan: ::lecturing:: Attachment… the code… meditation. Anakin: ::busy tinkering:: Yes, yes, master. Whatever you say, master. Obi-Wan: This is fine. This absolutely will not come back to bite me in the ass later.]

Obi-Wan: Regardless, we need to talk about your attachment issues. Anakin: What issues? You just *said* marriage is okay. Obi-Wan: ::derailed:: What's that about marriage? Anakin: This isn't about me and Padme being married? Obi-Wan: … Obi-Wan: No. Anakin: This is about what I did when my mom died then, isn't it? Obi-Wan: … Anakin: ::getting defensive:: They deserved it! Tuskens are animals. Obi-Wan: ::rubbing his nose:: Anakin. Stop guessing. You're literally making this worse with every word out of your mouth. There happens to be a Tusken Jedi. You've *met* him. Anakin:: ::sheepish:: Oh. So, um, what's this about then? ::finally listening for the first time in the past three years:: Obi-Wan: I came here to talk to you about the salvage operation you ran to rescue R2D2. Anakin: ::puzzled:: Master? You ordered me to go on that mission. Obi-Wan: ::pinching his nose:: Anakin, you do realize that the mission would have been completely unnecessary had you just wiped the droid as per procedure? Anakin: But R2's my buddy. I wouldn't do that to him. Obi-Wan: You got all but two of the men who went with you killed in an attempt to rescue a droid! Anakin: So? I would have done the same for Padme. Or Ahsoka, Obi-Wan: … Obi-Wan: You see no issue in trading sentient lives for an inanimate object. That, Anakin is the very definition of attachment and why you either see a mind healer or go to Jedi jail. Anakin: What? You can't make me see a mind healer! Obi-Wan: You're right. Jedi Jail it is. Anakin: Noooo! I'm gonna tell my good friend the Chancellor on you! Obi-Wan: ::fed-up with everything and feeling both sassy and sarcastic:: Oh, and what's he going to do, order the clones to turn on us and massacre all the Jedi right down to the initiates in the creche? The Force: ::shouting:: YES!!! Obi-Wan:: ::facepalm:: That absolutely came back and bit me in the ass.

Later: Cody: You have a Jedi jail? Obi-Wan: No. Cody: Sir? Obi-Wan: Seemed like a safe bet. ::bitter: He obviously ignored everything else I tried to teach him. Cody: Jedi can marry? Obi-Wan: Yes. Cody: Jedi. As in you. Obi-Wan: As in... Cody: ::suddenly two inches closer:: Obi-Wan: ::squeaking:: Me? Cody: ::smoulders:: Obi-Wan: After the war. Chain of command. Would be inappropriate. Because reasons. Cody: I see.

Two days later: Fox: ::eyeing the assortment of munitions Cody's just laid on his desk, including, but not limited to, slug throwers, thermal detonators, a handful of droid poppers and a rotary cannon:: So you say that the chancellor's a direct threat to the military command of the GAR and that I get to kill him if I agree to mute my external audio pickup and follow your orders? Cody: Yes. Is there a problem? ::looms menacingly:: Fox: ::jumps up:: No takesies backsies! Thorn! Thire! It's Lifeday and Cody's just got us all a present!

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Palps gets wrekt. The Corries have the Best. Day. Ever.

Cody and Obi-Wan swear the riduurok. No one is surprised.

The mind healers ending *building* a Jedi jail just so they don't have to listen to Anakin whine any longer. (R2D2 has the option of joining Anakin. Which, no. C3PO is welcome to that. R2D2 is having none of that shit. Time to head back to his original family -- the handmaidens of Naboo. Who will let him have a little murder. As a treat.)

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igotanidea · 2 years ago

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five more minutes: Dick Grayson x fem!reader

I'm (not) sorry, but that smug face fits right into this fanfiction!!

request/summary: Dick getting clingy when the reader needs to go somewhere

A/N: so, I think I'm back? Two weeks break and I'm getting into the swing of things again, so please go easy on me with this story......

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When she wakes up in the morning something seems off almost instantly.

It only takes a second to realise that said thing took the form of Dick Grayson, her beloved boyfriend, the man by day and the fearless vigilante by night. The protector of Gotham and its people.

Well, if only the people could see him now.

Sleeping in a weird position with the imprint of the pillow on his cheek, messy hair and some dried saliva in the corner of his mouth.

He so cute and adorable like that. Y/N does the quick scan of his face and body in the search for any injuries he might have obtained during the patrol but her heart rests easy when she noticed him being all in one piece with no blood or stiches. Either it was a quiet and peaceful night or he already took care of himself. Her bets are the latter, but since it’s work day she doesn’t really have any time to wait until he wakes up to blame him for not being careful.

As quiet and swift as she can, Y/N tries to move out of bed, but since Dick’s senses are heightened she doesn’t really get far, when his arms wraps around her, keeping her in place.

“Dick……” she mutters

“Mhmmmm……” he mumbles into the pillow

“Come on, I have get up!”

“no you don’t.”

“I gotta get to work!”

“I’m the only work you need……” he grins, still half-asleep, but so full of himself and she almost rolls her eyes at the joke

“God, please stop…. I need to earn money you know? Not all of us have a billionaire daddy!”

“You’re dating the billionaire oldest son, isn’t that enough?”

She wonders for a moment. On a second thought maybe it is. Dick seems to use that heartbeat of hesitation, shifting his body weight on her, pinning her to bed, his eyes still closed, but this little shit knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Dick!” she gasps feeling all those muscles crush her “shit!

“I like it when you call my name in such a desperate words. Do it just one more time and the neighbours will hate you forever.” He chuckles and his makes her skin tingle.

You’re heavy…..” she squirms trying to break free, but it’s no use. “You brought it on yourself….” The girl mutters poking on his ribs in the place where he’s extremely sensitive because of an old injury.

“Hey!” he yells, trying to defend himself and letting go off her in the process.

Y/N is quick to jump out of bed and rush towards her wardrobe, grabbing her jeans and t-shirt and struggling to put them on.

“Not so fast!” Dick tears her clothes from her hands and holds them high out of reach.

“Not fair Grayson!”

“You called me fat.”

“I called you heavy!’

“Same thing!”

“It’s not….. You know what, fine. I’ll just wear something else….” She shrugs and runs towards the drawer, but before she could reach it Dick grabs her from behind and holds her tight to him

“Dick…….” She whines stretching out just to grab something to wear. Anything.

“I know. I’m irresistible.”

“A pain in the ass is what you are!”

“I can make you breakfast….” He tempts

“You’re not Jason, Dick. Making me breakfast means putting cereals In the bowl and poring some milk over it in your dictionary. Cold milk. And that is only if I bought both cereals and milk.”

“did you?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Can’t you see how hard I’m trying? Just for you. Come on, you are like an employee of the month. Or even a year. Stay…..” he kisses her neck playfully “you can call in sick.”

“I used all my sick days because of you.”

“How about casual leave?”

“and what may be the emergency?” she sighs in defeat, her body going limp as she drops the fighting knowing well enough she won’t win it. “Clingy boyfriend?”

“You called me boyfriend!” he grins again and she facepalms herself.

“We’ve been together for a year Dick. Why do you seem surprised?”

“I could never get bored with hearing that word from you. Makes me proud that you’re mine.”

“trying to sweet talk me? Won’t work. By the way, you are soooooo cheesy Grayson.”

“And?” he asks

“ And? What and?” at this point Y/N is confused, her eyebrows furrowing as she turns to meet his gaze

“And you love me?” he insist, spinning her around in his arms so that he can get easy access to her kissable face.

“Yeah…..” she smiles dreamily “yeah, I do love you, you idiot” she trails with a love sick puppy expression. But it doesn’t mean I’m gonna stay and be you babysi…..ah! Put me down!” she yells suddenly feeling her body lift of the ground without her knowledge or will. “Put me down Grayson! What are you……?! Damn it…!”

Dick does not listen or does not get impressed by her poor attempts to break free. He’s Nightwing. He’s got so many ways to immobilise the opponent. Or, in this case, lover.

“Dick I swear I am going to kick your ass if you don’t….!” the threat dies on her lips as he throws her onto the mattress and kisses her softly shutting her up in the process.

“Stay?” he pouts looking at her with those pretty doe eyes “Pretty please?”

“You act like a five year old!”

“A five year old that wants you. A five year old that misses you…”

“I’ll be back, you know……” she brush the strand of hair from his face. She’s already gone but still tries to keep the appearances.

“Yeah, at 6 p.m. or later. It’s almost the time when I get ready for my night shift…… Please…..”he whines nuzzling his nose over her neck “stay…..”

“please…..” she mimics his whining, caressing his cheek “let me go……”

“But I need you…….” He hide his face in her belly and his hair tickle

“Why do you always need me when I am supposed to go to work?’

“It’s a terrible and uncontrollable disease…..” he laughs

“Is there a cure?” she laughs back

“I can think of something….” He closes the gap between them, nibbling on her bottom lip. “and it may be working…. But I;m not sure. Need some more testing” he repeats his action. “Mhm, yes, it’s definitely working… You don’t want me to be sick, do you?”

“Not really. You are whiny and attention seeker when you are sick.”

“I am not!” he shouts in denial “ok, maybe I am. A little. But come on, you can stay some more time with me……”

“How long, dickie?” she smiles at him, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“five more minutes?”

“ok. Five more minutes. She sighs deeply, letting go of any of her objections, letting Dick lay beside her and act like a big spoon, while holding her tight to his chest and caressing her sides and belly.

“You’re not letting me go, are you?” she whispers closing her eyes and getting lost in his touch.

“Never.”

And she’s pretty sure she can live with that.

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osachiyo · 2 years ago

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⊹ note. . .stole this idea from my wife's thoughts :( so sorry stinky but it was too hot− you are truly a genius <3 ya'll she did one here so go check hers out as well !!! >:( | no warnings, it's pretty straightfoward− you ride kolya's face with clown makeup on <3 kolya eats ass btw he told me (mdni)

↓ divider is by @/cafekitsune !! :D

you finally pulled away from your boyfriend− the clownish makeup suiting him perfectly. it was totally his style too, and he loved it. though you will say, the process of actually putting the makeup on him was quite....exhausting. he kept touching random products and asking you stupid questions like−

"hey- baby, what does this do?" he was holding up a container of concealer, pumping some out and rubbing it on his hands like soap. you quickly snatched the bottle away from him− facepalming as he sniffed his hand and looked up at you with a grin. "don't waste the product, kolya! this was like− 30 dollars!" you scolded, putting it away from his reach. nikolai only pouted before sitting still and letting you resume your work.

yeah, that was very irritating but whatever, right? at least the suffering was worth the final product. god, did he look like the most handsome clown ever− towering over you with a malicious grin as he slowly backed you up against the wall. "my my, what a pretty lady we have here? why has such a beauty like you come to this humble clown?" ugh, was he really getting into character right now? whatever, you figured it would be fun to play along, right?

"well, mister clown, I wanted to see what tricks you have up those sleeves of yours~" you spoke slowly, feigning innocence as you gave him your best doe-eyes, getting on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around the so called "clown's" neck− his lips stretching to reveal a downright maniacal grin as he gripped your waist, "oh my ! well, I'd be glad to show you a very... special trick of mine.."

and that's how you ended up seated comfortably on nikolai's face− him being nose deep into your gushing cunt as you gripped the headboard. "f-fuck− kolya! feels so good.." you babbled, basically humping his face− the lipstick you put on him earlier now completely smudged, some of it even stained your inner thighs− and of course on your pretty little clit.

he didn't tease− nor did he want to this time, much to your surprise. and who were you to complain when his tongue was buried deep inside of you? his pointy nose nudging your clit as he devoured you like his very last meal on earth. his hands were grabbing the plush globes of your ass− fingernails digging into the soft fat which were for sure to leave marks the following morning.

"s-shit− doll," he moaned into your cunt, eyes rolling back behind closed lids as he went drunk from your taste. you tasted like the sweetest ambrosia to him and god, was it nasty how his tongue pulled out of your pussy to lick at your puckered hole− a squeal leaving your mouth at the new sensation. your hips were shaking at this point, nails digging into the hard wood of your bedpost and leaving small indents. kolya only snickered at your reaction before going back to slurp at your cunt.

you felt borderline intoxicated by the feeling of his tongue pushing in and out− nose repeatedly brushing against your swollen clit and something in you finally snapped.

nikolai let out a guttural groan when you grabbed a fistful of his snowy hair before grinding down on his face. his eyes widened momentarily at your bold move, slurping your juices with even more ferocity and eagerness− he was desperate to have you cum all over his mouth.

and you did, squirting all over his face with a broken moan leaving your plump lips− your lover happily gulping down everything you had to offer.

you finally got off his face once he was done cleaning you up, and god was he drenched. nikolai's face was flushed down to his neck, the makeup completely ruined− leaving him looking utterly debauched. a sleazy grin splayed on his swollen red lips but his eyes held mischief, "didn't expect you to squirt f'me, sweetheart. should've done this ages ago."

"yeah, yeah− lets clean up now, hm?" you sighed, running a hand through your mess of a ponytail. "oh, but we haven't even gone to the good part yet~" he pouted, wrapping his arms around you as he buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent.

"I'll suck you o−!" you got cut off by your own yelp when nikolai picked you up by the back of your knees− your back flush against his heaving chest.

"nuh uh, dove. i'm gonna fuck you and fill you up till i'm satisfied.." he laughed, slapping the tip of his cock against your sensitive cunt.

"after all.. you wanted to see what tricks this clown has up his sleeves, right?"

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lilacgaby · 10 months ago

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day two

~1.5k

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what the hell did katsuki think she had?

if anyone ever told her they have crazy issues, woman or not, she'd get a restraining order.

and the worst part:

she really wanted her volume of maid-sama back.

she had barely slept the night before, she decided to take the day off of school, because she couldn't promise denki would walk off scott-free if she was left alone with him.

she relaxed in her room, deciding to catch up on fruits basket while snacking on some pocky.

maybe she should just stay holed up in her dorm for the whole week? no, the make up work would put her seriously behind. and nobody except katsuki was a good enough student to help her catch up.

she screamed into a pillow, when suddenly she heard a knock at the door.

what? but it's literally already ten? schools been on for an hour. [name] pondered.

she walked on over to the door, and to her horror-

katsuki was there, holding a plastic bag filled with candy and snacks from what she could see, all the volumes of maid-sama he'd lent from her, and boba.

"uh-- what're you doing here katsuki?"

"heard about your problems."

[name] felt her face flush, great.

"oh, yeah those. y'know hormones and stuff--"

"are you not gonna let me in? i took my day off to bless you with my presence."

"i didn't know you wanted to be let in. if i did i would've welcomed you with my arms wide-open."

...

"what?"

"uh.. just come in."

[name] facepalmed as katsuki walked right in, setting the volumes on her shelf right below her figures and posters.

she tried to act casual, resuming her spot on her bed as she patted the spot next to her.

katsuki handed her his bag of gifts. if it were any other day she'd squeal in happiness. but the close proximity between them set a pit of dread in her stomach.

she really didn't want to mess up the relationship between them, so she hoped she could just keep her mouth shut.

"i'm not gonna ask what your problems are, it's probably some shit i wouldn't get. so wipe that look off your face."

oh. right.

"yeah, yeah, got it. wow, your bedside manner is pretty lacking katsuki."

"yeah, whatever."

"why'd you take a day off just for me anyways? am i special to you or something?"

she took the opportunity to jokingly cling to his arm, and adorned a smug look on her face.

"no. and take that dumbass look off your face."

"really? did you come so late because you went to the store just for me?"

"..."

"huh? huh?"

"i'm leaving."

he said, as he pulled his arm away from her clutches and stood up.

"wait no! i was just joking! come back!"

"what? do you want me here or something?"

"yes."

"oh. uh.." he wasn't expecting her to actually answer so straightforwardly, she could even see the tips of his ears turning pink. she would've been embarrassed too if she hadn't gotten used to the quirk already.

her ego was at an all time high as she clocked it. she was flustering him.

"no way. don't tell me you like me or something katsuki."

she swore she could see steam coming out his ears.

"wait i'm sorry! don't leave please! i was just joking!"

he grunted and sat back down. this time a bit further away from her. he still didn't look at her, the reason being unbeknownst to her.

but for him, it was actually because his heart was pounding like crazy.

she decided not to push it further, she wanted him to stay with her for at least a little bit.

she opened the plastic bag to be greeted with her favorite snacks.

he remembered.

it was surprising to her that he did, she had only told him once before what her favorites were, and that was only because of the class's secret santa back as first years.

she smiled warmly before opening the bag and offering him some chips.

he accepted and they had set into a comfortable silence.

she finally got bored of it though, and broke it.

"so, did you finish the next volume yet?"

"yeah i did, i really thought misa would've transferred."

"really? i would've thought you'd know that she'd stay. that was pretty predictable i fear."

"i only thought so because i would've transferred if i was her. the opportunity to go to the best school? i would've took it in a second."

"of course you would."

"the fuck does that mean?!"

their playful banter thankfully didn't spiral into any dangerous territory for [name]. they talked for hours, with katsuki even stealing denki's console to play mario kart on.

after a pretty even game streak, [name] ended up the winner, much to katsuki's despair.

they would've stayed playing for even longer, but katsuki eventually had to go though, unlike her he actually had to eat real food.

"see ya katsuki!"

"yeah, bye."

she had given him four more of her volumes to read. but he had forgotten his chips.

"oh wait katsuki!" she ran up to the door.

"wha-"

just as he turned, she tripped on some invisible force, right into his chest. and tackled them both onto the floor.

they both grunted as they fell.

her face was flush against his. her lips grazing his.

she was now rushing to support herself, and eventually used her two hands, the chips miraculously still in the bag as katsuki laid underneath her. she was pinning him down.

"oh, uh-"

they had matching rapid heart beats.

"i'll just um-"

do something coward!

"get off now."

loser.

"wait."

"huh?"

"uh.. i need-- fuck.

i need--"

"[name] and bakugo are totally making out right now!" mina called from down the hall.

everyone had just come back from school.

[name] and bakugo scrambled to get up, he shoved the manga in her hands, helped her up, and then stormed to the boys side of the dormitory.

mina and the girls eyed her knowingly.

"i don't wanna talk about it!"

・°☆

but talk about it she had to.

at eight-o-clock sharp they bursted into the room, now with a couple new faces.

jirou, uraraka, and momo to be exact.

"what the hell guys?! tell the whole class why don't you!"

"come on [n/name]! the more the merrier right?" mina reasoned.

"wrong!"

ignoring her protests, they then proceeded to take out the gigantic chalkboard and rewrite the operation.

"oh, and we already told them what's up with you and bakugo. and the quirk thing." denki said.

"yeah, sorry [name], denki kinda told your secret to us at lunch today." jirou added.

"goddamnnit denki!"

"so you have a crush on bakugo? why?" uraraka asked.

[name]'s heart almost burst out of her chest as she was forced to respond. "well he's cute, and he's seriously dedicated. i like his passion, his eyes, everything about him basically."

"aw! you're so romantic [name]!" momo gushed

"shut up!"

"and explain what you were doing pinning him down in the middle of the hallway earlier! how scandalous--"

"it was an accident! what does that have to do with the operation anyways?"

"huh? oh yeah the operation!"

mina turned back to face the board, the chalk screeched uncomfortably as she added a subsection on the board.

FORCE [NAME] TO CONFESS (after quirk wears off)

"what? hey that's off topic!"

"well, tomorrow and wednesday we have missions with our mentors so we'll be out of school. which means you only have to worry about three more days, which also means we'll have to have these meetings on our phones-"

"i think what she's saying is that we don't really have to do any major strategy changes until thursday." sero cut in, effectively ending mina's rambling.

"oh, hey you're right!"

"so that means we can focus on you and bak--"

"nope, that means this meeting is over! everyone out!"

"what?"

"seriously?!"

"and it was just getting to the fun part!"

everyone collectively groaned as [name] sent them off forcefully.

after kirishima shut the door behind him, she could finally let the secondhand embarrassment from her earlier encounter set in.

it was already ten, so she really needed to head to bed if she wanted to be good for tomorrow when mirko swung by to take her to a mission.

as she threw herself onto her bed, she pondered over katsuki's reaction earlier.

could he really like her back? they technically kissed earlier.

her face felt hot as the realization set in. technically he was her first kiss. and they'd need to talk eventually-

oh well, at least she didn't need to worry about him for two days...

right?

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garysvault · 1 year ago

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a little smopkins fic i’ve been working on, it’s still a work in progress… so sorry that you’re kinda gonna get left on a cliffhanger. i titled the fic "Where’s Gary?". i know it’s plain, but my goofy ahh couldn’t think of anything better. i will gladly take suggestions for what to call it

Jimmy was currently sitting in English class. He didn’t even know why he came, he completed all of the work. But that wasn’t what was bothering him. He hadn’t seen Gary in over a week. Not in the hallways. Not in the cafeteria. Not in class. Where could he be? Jimmy constantly eyed the door, hoping it would just fling open and Gary would walk in, but that never happened.

He sighed, he was beginning to accept the fact that the door was never going to fling open. "Mr. Galloway. Can I be excused?"

"Considering you’re finished with my class. Yes, you may be excused, Hopkins," Galloway responded, smiling as he did.

"Thanks, sir," Jimmy said, getting up off of his chair and walking out of the classroom.

The first thing he did was walk downstairs, questioning students if they had seen Gary anywhere. To his surprise, everyone said no. It made him even more worried than he was before.

But then it hit him. The only place he hadn’t checked was the dorm. He facepalmed. How could he be such an idiot? Obviously if Gary was nowhere to be seen in school, he would be in the dorm.

Jimmy walked out of the school and immediately headed to the boys’ dorm, knocking on Gary’s door when he finally got inside. "Gary?" he called out, hoping there would be an answer. He just wanted to hear his voice. Even if he was mad, sarcastic, or bitter. He didn’t care. Hearing his voice would make his day 10x better.

"Come in," Gary said. Although his voice sounded different. Too different.

Jimmy did just that. He opened the door and walked in. His face dropping. "Gary, you look-"

"I know, moron. I’m not stupid. I can see it. Infact, feel it!" Gary bitterly spitted out.

"Okay, man, chill," Jimmy sighed, walking over to his bed and sitting down on it. He looked at Gary, got a really good look at him. He was pale. Far paler than usual. At one point Gary was looking at him too, but he looked away. This kind of upset him. Despite their rough past, Jimmy wanted to help him. Gary didn’t have anyone else.

Gary had crossed his arms, giving him a glare before looking away once again. "I don’t even know why you care. Not like you can click your fingers and I’ll automatically be the way I was before,"

"Gary… I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but you don’t have anyone else. And I know that no one else in this hellhole would check on you, that’s why I decided to," he said, reaching out to grab his hand but stopped himself.

Gary quickly eyed him. He was getting suspicious. "Why? What could possibly make me more important than whatever shit you have left to do?" he stubbornly asked.

"Because you’re my friend! I don’t care about what happened between us in the past, I still care about you and I don’t wanna see you in bed looking half dead!" he hissed, not even realising that he raised his voice.

"We aren’t friends, Jimmy. We never were," he snapped, gripping onto his bedsheets.

Jimmy glared at him, "Stop lying to yourself," was all he said before grabbing Gary and pulling him in for a hug.

it’s not perfect, i’m still not entirely sure if i’m proud of it or not but whatever. i will gladly take any criticism. if things need to be changed and so on. it would really help for when i continue to write it :)

#smopkins #gary smith #jimmy hopkins #bully game #bully scholarship edition #bully canis canem edit #canis canem edit #bullworth academy #fluff?#angst?

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kayr0ss · 3 days ago

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[Kpop Demon Hunters / KPDH: Rumi x Zoey, fluff, humor, fight scene, gay ppl lmfao, best Mira] AO3 Link

kind of a bad time!

All things considered, having her hands full fighting a demon horde in a cramped alley at night wasn't the best time to figure funny feelings out, but then—this was kind of a normal Tuesday for them anyway, so maybe it wasn’t that that bad a time?

"Duck!" Mira called.

Zoey was lightning-fast, dropping onto her haunches and throwing a knife back to the demon who tried to get a swipe at her. She didn't even stop to watch it disintegrate into dust. She just glanced back towards Rumi, who had taken out two, three—no—four demons in a practiced thrust and cut of her sword.

Zoey worried at her lip, her brows furrowing together and—shit. It's too late by the time she's noticed it, another demon coming at her full sprint.

It gets cut in half a foot away from her.

"That almost got me!" she exhaled..

"Yes," Mira swung her gok-do back around, looking very unimpressed. "It did. Are you trying to write lyrics in the middle of a fight again?"

"No, no. Sorry. Just... trying to figure something out!" Zoey shot two knives towards a pair of demons trying to get Mira from behind. She glanced over to Rumi, who didn't even seem to be breaking a sweat. One of the larger demons started running towards her and Zoey sprinted to catch it. She jumped onto the nearby brick wall, completing a short wall-run before spinning and catching the demon in a headlock with her legs. It landed on the floor, completely immobilized, while Zoey sat on its back and pulled on its arm.

Rumi, who stopped and saw it all happen, gave her a thumbs up. "Nice!" She wiped the sweat off her brow with the hem of her shirt, and Zoey's followed the action.

She sat there, squinting at Rumi's direction, feeling herself flush.

(Rumi saw Zoey staring and blinked in confusion. She looked behind her. And then looked back at Zoey and pointed at herself as if to ask ''are you staring at me?'')

Rumi looked good. Hell, she looked great! In her element, finally herself—super pretty marks and everything. Zoey was happy to see her like this again: confident and sharp, her shoulders no longer burdened by secrets and doubts. It was a good look. Rumi was a good look, overall, and Zoey thinks—

"Um," Mira raised an eyebrow. "You might wanna...?"

"Huh?" She blinked. "Oh! Right! Super evil demon in a headlock! I forgot!" Zoey jumped off its back and left a knife as a souvenir, smirking while it fizzled into a puff of pink and purple smoke and dust. She landed closer to Rumi and was about to turn back to assist Mira when she felt a sharp sting on her shoulder. She hissed—there was a little bit of blood, warm and sticky, and before she could even move to defend herself, Rumi was there.

She grabbed the demon by its arm—throwing it into the wall so hard the wall cracked—and then pressed her forearm against its neck. "Bad move," Rumi snarled, her teeth bared and almost pointed, the tip of her sword slowly rising up to level at its chest. "You don't get to hurt my friend. You're going to regret that—"

It clicks so loudly in Zoey's brain that she's surprised the sound of it wasn't echoing down the alley way. The feeling bubbles up from the pit of her stomach, unyielding, until a flush rushes up her neck to the tips of her ears. "Ah, fuck." Zoey facepalms.

Rumi loses steam, confused. Mira stops to look over her shoulder.

"You're hot!" Zoey sputters out, a question and a realization at once.

Rumi blinks again. "What?"

"You're—" Zoey gestured towards Rumi, effortlessly stopping a demon that tried to free the one Rumi held hostage. "Hot!" Wow, she really wishes she knew how to take control of her own damn mouth, but people can't have everything, can they? "You really just bodied that guy after he got me. It's—" Zoey sputtered, indignant, "—you have abs!" She turns towards Mira. "Since when did Rumi have abs?!"

Mira had two demons on her. "Since ever?" She jumped, dodging a metal pipe that one of them tried to aim at her legs. She gracefully brought the blunt end of her gok-do down on its partner's head, making a comical 'thump'. "So do you? And me? Hello demon hunting training?"

Zoey threw her hands up. "I guess!" She turned back to look at Rumi, scowling, and Rumi shrunk back from the weight of Zoey's gaze. She was starting to turn red and it was kind of cute and—Zoey gasped, her mouth forming a perfect 'o'.

"I hope that wasn't weird!"

"Oh!" Rumi, uncharacteristically high-pitched, shook her head. "No it's cool, it's cool, yeah—"

Zoey was pacing now. "God I always do this, I just run my mouth and say shit—" She kept dodging and throwing her shin-kai whenever another demon came to disrupt them.

"I didn't even like, pause to think how it might make you feel if I just said that. But honestly," she rambled on anyway, "I haven't been able to, like, stop? Thinking about you?" She caught a demon's fist. "And you wear tank tops around the house again now and I think it's made me realize some things about myself, haha, yeah—" The demon yelped at the audible crack its fist made when Zoey twisted it.

"Oh. That's," Rumi sputtered with a nervous laugh. "I see."

"And you're always doing things for me!" Zoey pouted. "It's so sweet. Like when I get sick, or when I feel a bit down."

The demon in Rumi's hold coughed awkwardly. In an otherworldly, echoing voice, it asked. "Do you guys need a minute?"

They didn't get a minute, because Mira was yelling from the forefront: "Another wave is coming in!"

Rumi cursed, finally driving her sword through the demon, and sprung back into action as it settled into dust. A horde began crawling on the paved road and along the brick walls of the alley. The three of them took their positions and drove it back with practiced ease. They ducked while Mira swung her blade overhead, with Zoey covering their rear and Rumi pushing forward at the center. She cut her sword through the air, sending out shockwaves of energy that parted the tide of writhing bodies.

"Badass!" Mira called with a smug smile. She charged forward, following the space that Rumi's shockwave had cut to get to the center of the horde and spin with her blade. Zoey threw her shin-kai at any stragglers. The other demons tried to surround them, forcing them to take a step back, and Zoey felt her back hit someone, and she spun—and so did the other person—and it was Rumi, and they were face to face for all of a second.

"Hey," Zoey said breathlessly.

Time stopped. The demons sounded far away. Rumi hasn't stopped blushing, and Zoey allowed herself to stare for just a moment longer.

"Hi." Rumi said back.

The demons roared. Their attention snapped back to here-and-now, and they both raised their weapons at the ready.

To their surprise, it was Mira who led with a frustrated growl. She held onto the shaft of her gok-do until her knuckles were white, planted her feet firm on the ground, her blade glowing. "They—" she twisted her hands "—were—" she sank low, preparing for a mighty swing. "—having a moment!"

One of the demons audibly gulped.

Next thing they know, the demons were getting thrown left right and center. It was exhilarating. Zoey would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy this part of the job sometimes—the adrenaline rush of a fight, of knowing Rumi and Mira would always have her back—hell, of winning. She felt hyper-aware, could see that a sharp set of claws were swinging towards Rumi, so she reached out and took a handful of Rumi's jacket, pulling her back so that it missed.

"For what it's worth," Rumi breathed, the same manic look of adrenaline in her eyes. "I think you're hot too. Am I allowed to say that?" Rumi's head whipped towards Mira. "Was I allowed to say that? Was that, uh, brand-appropriate?"

"Yes, you lovable idiot, you can say whatever the hell you want!"

It was Zoey's turn to play catch-up, at a loss for words for the first time in her life. She just didn't have any left! What was she supposed to say to that! They weren't being crowded by demons anymore, and it seems like Mira had everything under control, so—

"Do you wanna try something stupid?" Zoey rambled, the words tumbling out all too quickly, her fight-or-flight response overtaking reason and sensibility. She grabbed Rumi by the collar of her jacket, her eyes plaintive and searching as they met Rumi's. And then she pulls and Rumi meets her halfway for a kiss, and she can't tell if her blood is pumping from all the fighting, or from the soft lips on her mouth, but it's so much, it's so much that Zoey feels herself go dizzy.

"Wow."

Rumi looked dazed. "Yeah."

"Was that good?"

"That was," Rumi swallowed. "Amazing, actually."

"Sorry!" Mira yelled. "Duck!"

(They ducked, laughing as a demon sailed overhead, and stole another kiss, right there in the alley, framed by a pretty show of pink and purple smoke from demons dying in the background.)

fin

A/N:

very much inspired by the vibe of How It's Done which i loved! also still can't stop thinking about rumi x zoey and how supportive mira would be and i know this fic is practically just humor but honestly it was a joy to write

#kpdh #kpop demon hunters #fanfic #zoey x rumi #rumi x zoey #kpdh rumi #kpdh zoey #rumey

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what-have-i-unleashed · 7 months ago

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i..... i cant resist.... ohNO TJE DEMONS. mtt poly,,,,, 26,,,,, (this is your respite for having to write characters you dont know. no need to thank me)

COLLAPSING ON MY FUCKING KNEES AND THANKING YOU FOR THIS.... FINALLY AN OASIS ON THIS DESERT OF MY HEART!!

also uhhh funnily enough with this one... i have to keep it PG for you oh lawd 🙏🙏🙏

26. 365 - charli xcx

(i don't even know if i should even post the lyrics of this on here 🧍sorry tricule this is for your and my own good)

"dust, where the fuck are you?!"

in the loud banging music of the club they're in, horror wades through the crowd alongside with a leisurely strolling killer, searching for the most troublesome member of their trio. horror's irritated voice easily gets drowned in the frenzy pandemonium, and he doesn't need to look to his side to know that killer is smirking at him the entire time. it was a mistake to agree to the knife-obsessed maniac's suggestion to "go have a little fun" at a shady part of a mafiafell universe.

"hey, handsome~" some party-goer - oh asgore's beard, a human even - leans all over his bony frame. "are you here alone?"

"he's taken," killer intones, staring at the human with his creepy grin. "you mind taking your hands off my beau, or should i do it myself?"

the human jerks back, hands in the air. "oh geez, sorry, okay? i'll be off now."

killer continues to stare at the human until they disappear into the chaos. horror glances at killer, who only tilts his head at him like a cat asking for a pat. the red-eyed monster scoffs and turns around. whatever - killer has always been a creepy little shit.

the duo finally find dust squirreled away in a bathroom, body sprawled across the impressively huge vanity counter. the hooded skeleton doesn't even raise his head to greet them, only mumbling under his breath in a cadence even more delirious than usual.

"woah, okay, dusty~" killer swoops dust up in his arms, propping one of dust's arms over his shoulders and letting the skeleton monster lean into him. "you partied a bit too hard there, huh?"

dust doesn't respond, instead his eyelights blaze for a moment before being extinguished. his magic is all fucked over too, it seems like. it isn't surprising when killer suddenly props dust over the sink as sounds of retching come out of the hooded skeleton.

"urghh, this is why i shouldn't have gone anywhere with you again," horror facepalms, feeling a headache coming. he just knows he'll regret all of this night tomorrow.

#they're so stupid why are they doing this #smh a bunch of hedonistic idiots 🙄🙄🙄#never do this mootie i'm warning you #i answer #triglycercule #flash fic spotify challenge #horror sans #killer sans #murder sans #dust sans #murder time trio #mtt poly #undertale au #utmv #sanshipping #sanscest

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sugoi-writes · 2 years ago

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Laundry Day, Part 3 - Sanemi x F!Reader

A/N- Alright whores, it's about that time. Keep in mind that the smut takes a bit, but it's THERE, m'kay? I did my best, so don't judge me 😂 We start with normal Dom!Sanemi, followed by a lOT of switchy/subby Sanemi vibes towards the end. Bits of Dom!reader sprinkled in, if you squint.

Trigger/Content warnings: Hickeys, embarrassment/anxiety for reader at parts, manhandling, oral (f!receiving), fingerings (f!receiving), penetration from riding, dominant and submissive moments/wording, CHOKING, breathplay (Sanemi receiving).

I hope you enjoy it, as much as I did writing it. DIG IN!!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Late evening, just past sunset

After a quick once over and adjustments, you finally felt comfortable enough to attend dinner tonight with the Hashira and the masters of the Manor.

Sanemi is first to leave his room, insisting that you leave and walk the longer route around to avoid looking like you were "alone together". While you didn't mind being considered an item, seeing you both kanoodling would start gossip that you'd both be too flustered to tolerate right now...

And so, you did as he asked, leaving his room about 10 minutes later. All of this just to be safe, you thought.

As you take the scenic route towards Ubuyashiki's main louge and dining space, you hear heavy footsteps running up behind you," Y/N-chaaaaaan!"

You practically fall onto your face as Mitsuri latches onto you from behind, making you yelp in surprise.

"M-Mitsuri-san!!! Ahh, you surprised me!!!" You say with a start, your knees buckling from her intensity.

"Sorry, sorry!!! I'm just so happy to see you again! I haaaaate doing chores, and I wish you were there! I had soooo much to do today!" Mitsuri practically wailed, making you roll your eyes.

"Tch, you would've hated it even if I was there!" You reply, earning you a defiant whine in return.

"Hmph!! Y/N-chan is so meaaaan!" As she shakes you with a tight hug, you feel her breath catch and freeze completely.

You blink, turning to look towards her," H-Hey... are you okay? I'm sorry if your day was really bad. I didn't mean t--"

"Wait is that-- Y/N, is that a HICKEY?!?"

Immediately, your face turns beat red, before you're frantically trying to shush your pink haired friend.

"HEY-- hey, nooooo! No, Mitsuri, it was just a-- I swear it's nothing!!!" You lie, grabbing your friend by her shoulders.

Mitsuri grins, covering her mouth with her hands," Y/N, who were YOU spending time training with!!! Oooooo, I wanna know~ that wasnt on you earlier when you were hanging laundry!!!" Mitsuri gushes, giggling as you shake her again.

"I-I promise you it was!! Honest!!!"

"Liar~" Mitsuri teases, making you facepalm and whine.

"O-Okay!!! Okay-- how bad is it? Is it super noticeable?" Mitsuri nods hastily, making you squirm," Shit, okay, well-- w-well, do you have some makeup that can help cover this?"

Mitsuri's ears perk up, as you see the smile on her face reach her eyes," I doooo, but... only if you can tell me who did that to you~"

You groan in frustration, running your hands down your face," Mitsuri!!! Please!!!"

The pink haired hashira giggles," Promise me! Promise me, and I'll help you cover the ones by your jaw, too!"

You freeze, huffing in defeat after the reality of your situation sinks in," Okay okay... I promise! I PROMISE! You're the only one I can trust to see me like this..."

"See you like what?," you hear from behind your shoulder. You freeze, as Obanai's voice comes through, loud and clear. Your hands frantically cover your neck, as Mitsuri blushes and stammers.

"Uhhmm!! Uhh-- nothing!!! She's fine, all good!!," Mitsuri is quick to say, gently shoving you towards the nearest room,"I'll tell you later!!" She adds, making you snap at her.

"MITSURI!!!!"

"O-Oh dang!!! Right!!! Uhh-- talk to you later, Obanai-san!!!"

As you and Mitsuri dart into the nearest room, Obanai narrows his eyes at the door, Kaburamaru hissing quietly.

"...see, I have the same feeling...," Obanai says flatly, turning on his heel," Leave it to Y/N to be up to no good on a day off. Whatever she's dragged Mitsuri into, it better not be dangerous..." he huffs, chosing to walk away as you do something about your predicament.

---

"Ahh, Mitsuri-sama! Y/N-sama! You're finally here!"

You bow your head gingerly, as Mitsuri does the same," S-Sorry," you stammer, looking to Kagaya,Amane and the rest of their family," W-We were just catching up... completely lost track of time!"

All eyes were on you, as you saw all of the Hashira, your Master, and his family before you. If not for your position, you would have been quaking in your boots from the amount of power and status in this room.

Shinobu looks to the two new comers, clasping her hands together gently," Ahh, don't forget about the rest of us, dear Y/N-chan~! We still have to discuss our next mission together~," the insect pillar chimes, making you blink in surprise.

"O-Oh!!! Shinobu-san, I-- I'm sorry, we can DEFINITELY talk about that before we go to bed!" You apologize, making Shinobu beam.

"Now now, we will have plenty of time to attend to business... for now, this is a time to relax and recollect ourselves..." Kagaya chimes, raising his head as he looks towards your voice.

You flush with guilt, as you nod again respectfully," O-Of course... forgive us, Master..."

Mitsuri sneaks by to sit between Rengoku and Gyomei, while you take your seat between Giyuu and Shinobu. Tengen seems to be whispering something to Rengoku, before you hear the pair stiffle a laugh.

You feel yourself shrinking inward as you automatically feel that they were laughing at or about you. You hear Ubuyashiki clear his throat, the table growing silent.

"I'd like to thank you all, and the beings whom allowed it, for you being here tonight... we've cooked a particularly filling meal for you all."

Amane gently cuts in, a soft smile on her smooth face,"Please dine to your hearts' content. We have plenty more to serve you all."

Everyone collectively offers their thanks to the masters of the home, thank their deities, for the meal. Immediately after, everyone starts to dig in. As lively chatter and banter fills the air, you feel a pair of eyes on you. You look over to see your Wind Pillar, your admirer, eyeing you. A soft flush is dusting his cheeks, as he offers you a short but sweet nod. He wants to do and say more, but he seems to be hesitant.

You smile warmly to him, going to pass him something before you feel Giyuu bump into you.

"H-Hey!!! Watch it!!!," you bark, Giyuu almost remaining motionless.

"...sorry...," Giyuu's monotone voice replies,"...Obanai was reaching over, so I tried to give him space." Your face flushes with guilt, feeling bad for getting so fiesty.

"N-No, sorry, it's okay... it's a crowded table, after all," you reply sheepishly, catching the eye of Sanemi again. You could see his face contort slightly. He seems to be a little envious...? Maybe you should've sat next to him?

"Y/N-chan, could you pass the sauce this way, please?," Shinobu politely asks, before you go to do so.

But as you go to hand it off, you yelp in surprise. You felt... something.... touching on your inner thigh. You glance down, noticing something quickly retract.

You lock eyes with Sanemi again, who looks positively unamused at you. You strain as you smile, passing the sauce successfully.

"Sorry... just felt a chill, I guess..." You say dismissively, Shinobu humming.

"My, my, it seems like you're a bit off today, Y/N-chan... a little jumpy, even!" Shinobu quips," I hope I didn't make you feel too nervous about our next mission!," She finishes with a cool chuckle. You laugh, waving your hand dismissively,"O-Of course not! You know I always li--"

There it was again. A warmth pressed to your inner thigh, inching higher. You glance cautiously at Sanemi again, who seems to be trying to avoid your eye contact.

"A-Ahem-- I LOVE... going on missions with you!!," you finish, a quiet flush spreading across your cheeks. Shinobu laughs, her quiet but even tone welcome among the chaotic sounds of UMAI!!! and other banter.

"Ooooh, you're too kind Y/N-chan! That just makes me more hopeful for tomorrrow!," Shinobu chimes, gently patting your back as you try and avoid reacting to whatever is happening under the table. You fix Sanemi with a side eye, trying to eat as much as you could muster with his coy game of footsy.

Your predicament from earlier, your lack of underwear, was only making this game more dangerous for you. You'd have to be careful...

---

As everyone parts ways for the night, Mitsuri goes to pat you on the back,"...be careful tonight, okay?" She slips something into your other hand. The concealer!!

"...just in case you need it," She whispers, winking at you before walking away. Your face is fiery red, as you shove the concealer away.

"I-If you make this obvious, I'm going to come for you, Kanroji..." You exasperate, noticing Obanai slinking by to pursue Mitsuri.

Ever so subtly, he whispers something you almost couldn't catch,"... if you break his heart, I'll feed your hands to Kaburamaru."

You halt in your steps, sputtering as Obanai continues to walk, not even reacting. Mitsuri, you ass--!!

You can hardly speak up as you notice Sanemi shoving Tengen off of him, shoving his hands in his pockets and hastily walking away. Bingo.

You decide to take the scenic route again... surely you won't be too noticeable, right?

---

"...gotta lot of damn nerve," you hear a gruff voice behind you, nearly ten paces from Sanemi's room. Without even turning, you scoff.

"I should say the same to you, sir. Getting handsy with me under a table with all the Hashira? That's mighty bold--"

"You were the one without underwear," Sanemi harshly whispers back, making your thighs rub together,"... I didn't think you'd actually have it in you, little tease."

You swallow shallowly, grabbing at your kimono," W-Well... you didn't leave me many options..."

Sanemi's smirk was burrowing into the back of your head, and you knew it. Yiu were going to say more, before an arm hoisted you up by the waist, the other clasping over your bratty mouth,"...for good reason, doll."

Your yelp of surprise is muffled as Sanemi drags you into his room. He's feverishly shutting and locking the door again as you're thrown to the tatami mat. You mimic a fish out of water, gaping as your kimono is basically hanging open," W-Way to be discreet!!!," you hiss.

"Oh, shut up," Sanemi growls, looming over you. Your face heats up as a foot knocks you onto your back, smacking the back of your head," I don't need to be... you're the obvious one, here... I'm just gonna enjoy myself if you're gonna mess things up."

You try to get up as Sanemi kneels, but he grabs you by your ankles and yanks you closer, making your kimono fly open at the bottom again. You want to cover your face in embarrassment, until he lays on his stomach before your trembling legs.

"..y...you were really wanting to do this, then?," you hush, your breathing becoming heavy as Sanemi spreads your thighs apart. He marvels at the sight of your cunt, his mouth practically watering.

"Didn't have desert yet, right?," Sanemi drawls, a tone reverberating in the air that makes your toes curl sharply.

" I figured if I get to choose... I want something a little sweeter than some pastries the other grubby Hashira can get their hands on..."

You barely have time to process his compliment before featherlight kisses make their way up your inner thighs.

"I want you. And I only want my hands on you, Y/N. No one else."

His breath was hot and labored as you felt it closing the distance between his lips and yours. Well... at least the pair you had below the waist.

"Damn-- I didn't think you'd get this wet over my little words...," Sanemi practically hums, his tongue coming dangerously close to your slit. He suckles on the junction between your pelvis and thigh, making your practically squeal from sensitivity.

"S-Sanemi--! Please!!," you practically plead, embarrassed but too worked up to stop him. He has you gasping as he leaves the first of many hickeys, your hands flying into his hair. The pale haired hashira shifts over and begins to lick a long strip between your folds, pulling out a wanton moan from your throat.

"Don't have to tell me twice... thanks for the meal," Sanemi breathes over your clit, before going down on you fully. The feeling of his hot, smooth muscle made your core tense up almost immediately.

Your hands fisted his hair tightly as he diligently moved his tongue, exploring your warmth. You hear a noise coming from below, looking down at your lover. You feel yourself grow more excited as Sanemi growls into your sopping heat, seemingly enjoying himself.

His hands come around to your pelvic area, pressing down to keep you anchored in place as he finally pays attention your your needy clit. A hand shoots up to cover your mouth, and Sanemi lets you as he tears a desperate groan from you.

"Sh-Shit--- ughhhn, Sane-- m-mi!," you pant out, your hand falling limp as his tongue traces tickling, tight circles around your bud.

"Gods, youre fucking hot...," you hear your peer growl, making you clench around nothing. But that wouldn't be for long.

Your head is thrown back when you feel one of Sanemi's fingers bully inside of you, going down to his last knuckle. You could only squirm and take it as he continues to fuck your from the outside in.

" N-Nemi--- shit, 'Nemi, slow down...!" You feel his second finger close by, wanting to thrust its' way inside. Sanemi's eyes flicker up to yours, eyeslids supporting his droopy, pretty lashes. Who were you kidding? Even if he made you cum too quickly, you couldn't say no to that face.

Your eyelids flutter closed as he latches on to your clit again, suckling when the second finger goes in to your heat. For just a few moments, he leaves his rough digits there, letting you adjust and feel just how full you are.

He pulls of your clit with a wet pop, his grin covered in your slick," Had to give you something, too... a teaser for your dessert."

You swallow dryly, licking your lips and whining when he goes back down. You could hardly control your voice as your eyes rolled back on their own.

"Mine... my cunt... my partner, my fucking girl... this is all mine, Y/N...," Sanemi practically moans into you, his fingers starting to move. You reach down and deftly pull at his platinum hair again, relishing a very pleased moan from him. You could feel his desperation as he ruts against the floor below him.

"Y-Yes... fuck, yes I'm yours!!!" You say unprompted, making Sanemi grin. You were doing the work for him.

"Pl-Please... mark me, tease me-- FUCK-- F-Fuck me, Sanemi...!!! I-I can't keep h-holding ouuuuttt~ Ahh!"

Sanemi chuckles lewdly as he hooks his fingers inside you, targeting your gummy, inner walls' weak spot.

"Cum, then... cum on my face," you hear a strained groan, as his babbling continues," I wanna see you cum undone, baby...." Sanemi continues to ramble between suckles and licks, practically feral," F-Fuck, give me... give me what you've got, baby..."

You shriek into your hand as a hard thrust of his fingers finally tumbles you over the edge. Sanemi sputters blissfully as he gets vice gripped by your spasming walls. He's diligently lapping up at your juices, his free hand squeezing your hip as if to hold you in place.

Once you're trying to squirm away, Sanemi pulls back with another wet pop, his eyelids heavy. Oh no. No no no. The least you could do was return the favor.

You shove Sanemi onto his back before he can mount you, making him croak in surprise.

"Your turn to shut up, boy," you bark at him, making Sanemi's face go crimson," I've had just about enough of that mouth... but, I still want my dessert, too."

You practically rip his kimono off of him, leaving Sanemi a panting, breathlessly heap as he struggles to shimmy out of it the rest of the way. You could tell that the stimulation from his minstrations was enough to get him pretty riled up.

Once Sanemi laid bare, your kimono comes off next, leaving nothing to as you line yourself up over his aching, leaking cock. Your hand flies down to align him with your still sensitive hole, biting your lip as you mentaly hype yourself up.

"F-Fuck...," is all Sanemi can muster, his hands flying to support your hips as you sink down onto his shaft. It takes everything in the both of you to not shout from the seering pleasure.

You keep yourself seated for the moment, only wiggling your hips slightly as Sanemi bites his lip, his head reeling.

"N-Not so tough now, h-huh?," you practically whine as you finally pick yourself up, only slam back down onto his member. Sanemi grunts, eyes slamming shut," S-Shut up... ngggh, too good--" he pants out as you choose a brutal pace, knowing Sanemi could handle you like this... probably.

You lean forward as you bounce on his cock, grinning down at your man who was not only pussy drunk, but absolutely dazed as his eyes flutter again. He's practically breathless, his hands barely able to hang on as he grunts with every movement.

You decide it's time to try and really shut him up. Your hands trace delicate patterns up his body until they reach his neck, ghosting his throat. A wanton moan leaves him, eyes hastily looking at yours. Maybe he's never done this before?

You tenderly wrap a hand around his throat, not placing any pressure... and you feel his dick throb inside of you. Ohh... so the Wind Hashira wants his breath knocked out of his chest, huh?

Experimentally, you apply some light pressure, and a strangled groan leaves him heaving, one hand flying up to grab your wrist. You almost stop, but he keeps your hand there, assuring you physically to keep holding on.

And so you do, while his face heats up dramatically.

"F-Fuhh--- ahhnn, fuhh-- Y/N!! Y-Y/N, fuh mee--" you can barely make out his cries, as tears are welling up in Sanemi's eyes. You practically squeal as you realize you've found his weak spot.

"Awww, what's the matter, Sanemi~? Hah-- f-feeling too good already?"

"Y-Yeah--! Nnn, yeah!!," is all he can reply between broken moans, his head going blank. You let go for a moment, causing him to gasp for air. He can hardly catch a break, your bouncing only becoming harsher and faster. He can barely breathe properly, even now, becoming an absolute mess under your touch.

"Tell me what you want, baby... I can give it to ya," you mewl, circling your hips in a way that made him see stars.

"G-Gonna--- agh, w-wanna cum!" Sanemi begs, both hands grabbing your wrists. Surprised by his tone and eagerness, you mentally note to yourself to tease him about it later. You look down to his pleading eyes, knowing he can hardly speak as he's trying not to bust too early.

"Do you wanna cum for me, 'nemi?"

A choked up whine is all you get, causing you to slow down. He practically panics, slamming his hips up into you. You groan, meeting his thrust, but using your weight to hold him back down.

"Pl..please... y/n, please... I n-need... I need your hands... to cum..."

A chord snaps in you as Sanemi guides your hand back to his neck, before he grabs the other. It's only then you realize he wants you to use both of your hands.

Your eyes widen in shock, before Sanemi smiles dreamily up at you,"I-It's okay... hhnnn--- Hashira..." he says chopily.

Oh right. You've both been in a tight spot with breathing before. You grin. Guess the vulnerability turns him on, too.

On command, you wrap both of your pretty hands around his throat, applying that delicious pressure again. You make sure to not neglect his cock as your hips start up again, quickly increasing their pace. Sanemi, unable to move his head back, lets his hands fall to either side of his head, eyelids fluttering.

"F-fah... hah~ fuhk!! Oh fuhk!!" Sanemi was making noises you'd only expect actors to make, making your core flutter. And you weren't far behind him.

You toss your head back, cursing as your body stung from the energy you were using to fuck your man absolutely raw. You'd be luck if you were more than skin and bones after this.

"Hnnn, cum!! Cum for me, Shinazugawa!!" You commanded, resulting in a very quick, harsh thrust on his end. Your inner walls were painted white, causing you to finally cry out and meet your release a second time.

You didn't realize how loud and out of it you had been, until you feel weak hands tapping quickly against your thigh.

"Aghnn-- shit, fuck, sorry baby!" You quickly let go of Sanemi's neck, his vision almost blurry as he weakly looks up at you. A hoarse laugh leaves his broad chest, as he opts to pull you down for a hug.

You whine, the angle causing his cock to limply slip out of you, "Gods... that was-- that was pretty--"

"Amazing," Sanemi finishes, peppering your cheek with kisses. You giggle at the sweetness that greatly contrasted your lewd actions.

"Soooo uhhh.. was that new for you?," you ask innocently, still trying to catch your breath. Sanemi nods, head falling lazily to the side as you cuddle closer.

"W-With someone, yes... by my self? Hardly..." You feel your heart thump in your chest at the admission. So he was a little kinkier than you pegged him to be, afterall...

You smile dreamily up at Sanemi, kissing his lips as you chime," Well, it looks like we need to have dessert more often too..."

Sanemi laughs, running his hands over your back," First laundry, now dessert... you're starting to make it sound like a lazy, domestic Sunday..." You smile at him, mushing your cheek against his chest as you wiggle your hips.

"Well... it can be...," you offer, the both of you stilling for a moment," I-I mean... we can.... make this a thing. If you'll have me," you finish, the last part leaving you in a whisper. Sanemi rolls his eyes, pinching your nose as you whine distainfully.

"You think I would've done that if I didn't want that all the time with you? Tch. I'm not some man whore," Sanemi chides, as if offended. You smirk loopily, chuckling. ,"You sure sounded like a whore--"

Wholesome, bellyaching laughter fills Sanemi's room as the two of you bask in your afterglow, Sanemi jabbing your sides from the low blow.

"Well then, ma'am, if you want to hear those more... you better come home to my estate. Whenever you're ready... Whenever you're sick. Whenever your horny, especially.... I want you there with me."

You swoon at his words, wrapping your arms around him as you bury your face into his chest. He could hardly hear your reply, a smile plastering his face as he hears you say.

"...same time, next Sunday~?"

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💖 create a sim(p)! — 29: beomgyu

synopsis — after stupidly claiming on stream that you’ve been dating popular youtuber choi beomgyu in secret after accidentally creating an identically looking sim, you beg him not to reveal your lie to the public when it goes viral. weirdly, he agrees and you two begin to fool the public. can your lie become the truth or will it eventually catch up with you?

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warnings — swearing like twice? other than that: none!

(wc: ~1.8k) there are some sns inside the text! and it's all gyu's pov!

When he had wanted to meet up with Keeho, Beomgyu had expected that he’d show up alone. However, Yeonjun had strolled in with his hands in his pockets and a distant look in his eyes. The distance wasn’t just in his eyes, but also in how far he stood away from Beomgyu, an unsettling tension between them that made Beomgyu want to puke. He’d never been this awkward with his best friend, but given the circumstances, he understood why Yeonjun wouldn’t want to be near him.

“He only came because I asked him to,” Keeho had explained when Beomgyu had glanced at him in confusion. “He’s not here to talk to you or anything.”

“I mean it’s been six months,” Beomgyu had found himself arguing, but he hadn’t known why. “You can’t possibly still need more time. That’s stupid.”

“Well so is throwing away a years-long friendship over a girl who you weren’t even dating…” Yeonjun retorted under his breath, but loud enough to make Beomgyu keenly aware of his underlying remark. “But what do I know?” I can’t get mad. He’s right…

“Yeonjun, that’s not–”

“Let it go,” Keeho had cut in, tension evident in the air. “We’re here to talk, remember? Let’s just focus on that and everyone take a chill pill.”

So they had talked. It had been evident from the conversation that both parties missed each other. Keeho had even said out loud that he’d missed him, which made Beomgyu relieved. So at least one friendship had been fixed in a way, but Yeonjun had just stared at his phone the whole time, texting occasionally. Then, he’d excused himself and left, telling Keeho he needed to meet with someone. Who? None of Beomgyu’s business.

That’s what had led Beomgyu to his present condition: standing across from Keeho, who was packing up himself to leave. They’d both just run out of things to say to each other and Keeho had other plans for the rest of the day. Something about needing to stick to his tradition of “Self-care Saturday.” He’d started doing it a few months back, which is why Beomgyu didn’t know anything about it. Shit, he’d really missed so much, hadn’t he?

Then, Beomgyu’s phone notification went off, indicating he’d gotten a text.

“Beomgyu?” Keeho’s voice snapped him back to reality. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Are you okay?”

“Yeah!” He said too quickly, facepalming himself inwardly. “I mean, yeah. It’s just, YN finally texted me back and she wants to meet… To, you know? Talk.”

“Oh…” Keeho stood, dusting himself off. “Good luck.”

“Thanks, Keeho.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Let me know how it goes, okay?”

And then Keeho was gone, leaving Beomgyu alone to his own devices. Just him and his thoughts. He thought about texting Taehyun and Jake to ask for advice, but… Taehyun was probably working and Jake was perhaps working too and– He needed to do this on his own. It was his last chance to make things right with you.

Beomgyu shook off his nerves and left, heading towards the meet-up point.

When he got there, he was surprised again. You were there, looking pretty as ever, wringing your hands like you were anxious. Were you anxious? You must’ve been because when you looked up at Beomgyu, he noticed your face go through almost 87 different expressions before it settled on a neutral almost bored looking one.

“Hey…” He offered, smiling softly at you.

“Hey.” You turned on your heel, starting to walk inside the restaurant. “Come on, I got us a table.”

Beomgyu watched you walk off, feeling slightly discouraged because of your reaction. Maybe this was a bad idea? You were clearly still upset with him, like Yeonjun. However, he shook it off and hurried after you. He followed you through the restaurant before you stopped and took a seat in a not-empty booth. Imagine Beomgyu’s shock when again, Yeonjun was there. Why is he here?!

And he had lied? Clearly, the “person” he needed to go see was you. Why couldn’t he have just said that? Beomgyu’s thoughts were reeling as he slid into the booth, opposite you and Yeonjun. Are they dating? Had his suspicions been right all along?

No. He told himself. You’re not obligated to know if they are or aren’t. She doesn’t belong to you, and even if she is dating Yeonjun, at least she’s happy.

“Beomgyu.” You snapped your fingers in his face, indicating that this hadn’t been the first time you’d called his name. “Is everything okay?”

“Mm yeah.” He forced a smile. “Sorry about that, I got lost in thought.”

“No worries,” You responded in kind, even though your eyes showed your skepticism. Beomgyu also didn’t miss the way you shifted closer to Yeonjun like you needed comfort. Why did you seem so nervous? “Let’s talk about the elephant in the room…”

“Ah, right.” He tried to regain his composure, nodding dumbly. “I really owe you an apology. For everything. The live stream, the jealousy, confusing you, and writing that letter. I should’ve just told you everything in person instead of leaving you high and dry… You deserve better than that.”

That stupid, stupid letter. He should’ve burned it after he’d written it.

He continued to pour his heart out, hoping that he was making sense, even through his mini rambles. He’d rehearsed what he was going to say almost a million times. but the more he spoke, the less rehearsed his words had become. He was genuinely speaking from his heart and soul, desperate for your approval and forgiveness.

After he was finally done ranting and raving, he leaned back and tried to catch his breath. You looked at him with a softness that he hadn’t seen from anyone in a while. Yeonjun was also looking at him, but not in softness– more like approval. Beomgyu was too busy trying to catch his breath to try and decipher why that was.

Then, you cleared your throat.

“Okay,” You shrugged your shoulders, leaving Beomgyu on edge. “I forgive you.

“What?” Beomgyu voiced out loud, more to himself than to you.

“I forgive you, Beomgyu. We both had faults of our own in the situation and you shouldn’t blame yourself for all of it. I’m sorry too, you know? I started the whole fake dating thing and I really should’ve been more responsible with my words and actions. We both should have. Everything just spun out of control too fast, I can’t blame you for how you reacted. In another world, I’d probably have done the same thing.

“It was toxic, for all of us. Hell, we’d barely even known each other for two months. But, I want to.”

“Huh?” Beomgyu was reduced to one-word responses due to trying to process every word that was coming out of your mouth. You weren’t mad at him?

“I want to get to know you! Try everything over. Cause, I really thought that I loved you back then and it hurt for so long thinking of all the what-ifs and stuff…I liked you so much it was crazy.”

“I liked you too-” Beomgyu tried to insert, but you kept talking.

“But I soon realized, I never knew you. It was just infatuation.” Beomgyu’s eyes stared into yours in confusion, “We’d never even gotten the chance with what was going on. But… I want to actually get to know you as a person and maybe try being friends?” You smiled gently, hand reaching across the table hesitantly.

Beomgyu’s heart sank. Friendship. You only wanted to be friends…

“Oh… Do you not want to–?” You started to pull your hand back, but Beomgyu took it, not wanting you to feel as rejected as he did at the moment.

“No, I do.” Your smile brightened up again at his enthusiasm, making his heart swoon slightly. “I want to be your friend too.”

Then, in a moment of courage, he whipped his head to the left to look straight into Yeonjun’s eyes. The motion basically gave all of you whiplash.

“You too! I want to be your friend again, Yeonjun.” Yeonjun’s eyes widened in shock. “I was an idiot and I was jealous and I blamed everything on you, but it’s not your fault! You’re my best friend and you’ve always been so good to me and I don’t know what I’d do without you and–”

“Breathe.” Yeonjun laughed, reaching across to grab Beomgyu’s other hand. “I believe you. You were an idiot, but you’re still my best friend Beomgyu…”

“Really?” Beomgyu could almost cry. “Thank you. Thank you…”

From there, Beomgyu continued to talk and clear the air on everything that was asked about him. Some questions made him embarrassed to think back on, but he had a massive smile on his face the whole time. He really hadn’t come thinking that he’d be forgiven, hell he thought you’d end up pouring a drink on him and leaving halfway through, but no! You really were super understanding like Jake had said. Finally, he’s right about something.

“Oh, crap! I have to go!” You suddenly interrupted, sliding out of the booth, Beomgyu watching your every move. “I’m meeting up with Felix for dinner.”

Oh yeah, your ex… Beomgyu’s smile faded slightly. Wait, dinner? Are you dating him or Yeonjun?

“Alright,” He tried not to let his disappointment show in his tone, but from the look Yeonjun gave him, it was clearly shown. But to fix it, he still offered a cheerful, “Have fun on your date.”

“It’s not a date!” You shook your head comically, “He wants me to meet the rest of his friends because I told him I feel like they don’t like me… Eh, that’s not important.”

You threw your arms around Yeonjun in a goodbye hug manner before doing the same to Beomgyu, to his surprise. As he and Yeonjun watched you leave, he couldn’t help but wish that you weren’t going to see Felix. You really had a grip on him.

“They’re not dating,” Yeonjun’s voice broke into Beomgyu’s thoughts. “Neither of us is dating her.”

“What?” Beomgyu turned to see Yeonjun smiling playfully at him.

“I know you like the back of my hand, man. I know you were thinking about it.”

Beomgyu saw no reason to lie,

“I was…” He lowered his head slightly, “But it doesn’t matter even if you guys were. I’m not entitled to her romantic life…”

“Hm.” Yeonjun didn’t respond to that, he just stared at Beomgyu for a while, like he was trying to figure something out. “You’ve changed.”

“What? In what way?”

“Well, you’re not biting my head off for still being close with her after all this time.”

“Ah…”

“It’s good to have you back Beomgyu.” Yeonjun slid out of the booth, standing up to reach his hand out to Beomgyu.

Beomgyu looked at his best friend in confusion.

“Come on,” Yeonjun said, “Let’s go catch up. You and me.”

Beomgyu had never stood up quicker in his life.

a/n — and so everyone made up! what do you guys think? would you forgive beomgyu? i fear i would, i fold too easily. also!! one more chapter after this! are y’all ready for the big finale?

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chaeyapper · 5 months ago

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Kaeya, training a stray dog he just found: You're a good boy, aren't you?

Dog: *barks*

Kaeya: aww. Now stay still.

Dog: *sits quietly*

Kaeya, with his softest voice: *puts him a leash* Perfect. You're mine now.

Childe: I've never wanted to be a dog so badly.

Kaeya, not listening: You behaved so well. Should I give you a treat?

Childe: I want a treat. Kaeya Kaeya Kaeyaaa

Kaeya, absolutely done: What is it?

Childe: Don't do I get a treat too?

Kaeya: You didn't earned it. I just gave one to this little boy because he let me put him on a leash without trouble. What about you?

Childe: I'd let you put me on a leash too.

Fatui agents who had to hear their boss' attempts at flirting with one of Mondstadt's Captains for a whole hour: *facepalm*

Kaeya: *laughs* Why would anyone— *remembers some weird jokes couples would made at Angel's Share*

Kaeya, who just realized he was being hit on: ...Oh. Um. Don't people usually go on dates such as picnics first?

Childe: Like the one we had last week?

Kaeya: *blinks* That was a date? I thought I was giving you a tour—

That's how I imagine they got together. Because Kaeya, who can convince people of anything with words and a smile, not realizing when people are hitting on him is such a funny idea. Tbh, Idk if that's what was happening that time when he said he was invited to dance with others at Sumeru. Or is something about the culture. But still—

Chaeya with oblivious Kaeya and Childe opting to be as straightforward as possible is my jam. Kaeya who gets shy when he's complimented, but thinks Childe is just being nice for some reason. Kaeya who gets asked out and thinks it's a diplomatic endeavor, multiple times. Childe who starts using bad pick up lines out of desperation. Childe who tries making insinuations only to realize they fly over Kaeya's head if it doesn't comes from a creep.

Childe who isn't surprised by Kaeya's more soft, domestic side, because he saw glimpses here and there, but is in awe either way bc his boyfriend is so cute. And Kaeya who thinks Childe after a fight looks as hot as Childe being good with children.

im giggling hysterically over this

CHILDE WOULD GET JEALOUS OF THAT DOG I JUST KNOW HE WOULD

oblivious kaeya melts my heart cause i do the same shit (i like to think sometimes kae intentionally acts oblivious despite already knowing what childe is implying just to mess with him further)

#chaeya #fav

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asimpforthe80s · 11 months ago

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★Sweet, sweet honey★

Starring: M!Reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: gay sex, reader catches Eddie jerking off, fluff

Author's note: ★Honestly, I just found this in my drafts and decided to finish it. I think it turned out pretty okay. Let me know what you think!★

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You’ve been friends with Eddie and the gang for years now, but you still didn’t understand everything they said. They are quite caring, and doesn't mind that you dress like a girl, depite being a boy. You and the others went on a camping trip to a cabin in the woods. There were three cabins. Dustin and the kids (+ Steve/mom) went to the first one. Nancy and Robin took the second cabin, leaving you and Eddie with the third. Which you didn't mind, since you were good friends with Eddie and had known him for years.

Fast forward, you had gotten a fire running and had been sitting around it for a few hours, as it has grown dark. "Okay, kiddos, get your asses to bed." Steve says, already annoyed with how much energy they had. But they head on to bed, along with Nancy and Robin, who went to their cabin only minutes later.

You and Eddie eventually get too tired to stay outside, and head inside, where you say goodnight and head to your separate rooms.

Eddie wakes up fairly late, but something feels off. It's the scent of his pillow. It somehow smelled like you, despite having slept in separate rooms. But Eddie had a secret which you didn't know about. He was in love with you and had been for years. Growing annoyingly horny at the smell of you on his pillow, he facepalms into it and starts stroking his cock, moaning your name.

You sit in the corner, smirking. "Yes, pretty thing.. don't mind me." You murmured, your voice low and seductive as you cross your legs. Eddie's eyes snap open, his heart racing as he sees you there in the dim light, watching him with that sultry smile. His hand slows on his cock, then freezes as he takes in your provocative pose - legs crossed, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of thigh. "Shit... Y/N," he breathes, his voice husky with arousal. "What are you doing here?" Despite the question, Eddie makes no move to cover himself or hide his obvious hard-on. Instead, he stares at you with a mix of surprise, hunger, and a dash of nervousness. "You shouldn't be seeing this..." he mutters, though his body language screams that he's more than okay with the situation. "Well, why would you be jerking off when you know very well that I'm in the same cabin?" You asked, taking a few steps towards the bed. "Because I thought you were asleep," Eddie replies, his words coming out in a rush as he tries to justify his actions. He watches you approach, his heart pounding in his chest. The sight of you moving closer stokes the flames of desire within him even further. "And besides... I couldn't help myself," he admits, his voice dropping an octave lower. "I've wanted you for so long..."

He shifts slightly on the bed, giving you a better view of his erect member, glistening with pre-cum. His eyes never leave yours, filled with a mixture of lust and trepidation. "Do you want to touch me? Feel what you do to me?"

"You're such a fucking tease, aren't you?" You smirked, before walking over to the bed and crawling onto it. Your fingers gently wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking him.

"Such a big dick, Eddie..." You whispered, leaning down to lick the tip of his cock. A shudder runs through Eddie's entire body as your soft lips wrap around the sensitive head of his cock. "Fuck, Y/N..." he groans, his hips bucking involuntarily. One hand reaches out to tangle in your hair, guiding you further down his shaft. "That's it, baby... take it all."

His other hand slides down to palm your breast through your shirt, feeling the supple flesh beneath. Eddie pinches and rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp from you. "Mmmm, you like that? You like me playing with these perfect man-tits?"

He continues to thrust shallowly into your mouth, savoring the wet heat engulfing him. "God, I've dreamed of this for so long... having you suck my cock, worshipping every inch of me..." Your tongue swirls around his cock, sucking on him hungrily while your hands roam his body. One hand wraps around his neck, pulling yourself closer while the other traces patterns across his chest. You pull away just enough to speak, "Fuck, Eddie... you taste so damn good..."

You take him back into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down on his thick length. The sensation of your warm, wet mouth enveloping him is nearly overwhelming. Eddie lets out a guttural moan, feeling his control slipping as pleasure courses through him. "Y/N... fuck, that's it... just like that," he encourages, his grip tightening in your hair.

He can't help but watch, mesmerized by the sight of you taking him so deeply. Every movement of your head sends waves of delight coursing through his veins. "Oh God, yes... suck my cock, sweetheart," he pleads, his voice ragged with need. "Make Daddy feel good."

One hand leaves your breast to trail down your stomach, teasingly close to your cock but not touching yet. He wants to draw out the pleasure, prolong the torment of wanting you desperately but unable to give in fully. You continue to suck Eddie's cock, taking him deeper each time until you hit the back of your throat. You gag slightly but recover quickly, swallowing around him as you start to bob your head faster. Your own cock twitches against Eddie's leg, leaking precum as you focus on pleasing him.

Your free hand moves down to stroke your cock, matching the rhythm of your head bobs. You look up at Eddie with half-lidded eyes, drinking in the sight of his pleasure. "Mmmph... gonna make you cum so hard, Eddie..." you mumble around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through him. The sight of you gagging around his cock only fuels Eddie's arousal further. He can barely form coherent thoughts anymore; all he knows is the desperate need to fill your mouth with his cum. "Yeah, babe... just like that," he pants, his hips snapping up to meet each bob of your head.

His hand finally brushes against your throbbing member, giving it a firm squeeze. "But let's see if you can handle more than just my cock," he teases, his voice dripping with lust. With deft movements, he flips both of you over so that you're lying on top of him, straddling his waist. Now it's your turn to be pinned beneath his weight as he leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

As his tongue explores your mouth, Eddie's hand grips your cock firmly, pumping it in sync with the deep kisses. The sudden change in position had you gasping into Eddie's kiss, your body arching up into his touch. Your own hands roamed his back, nails digging into his skin as pleasure coursed through you.

Breaking the kiss, you leaned back just enough to look down at him, your lips swollen and flushed. "Fuck, Eddie... you're so good with your hands..." you panted, your hips grinding down against his strokes.

Your own hand reached up to cup his cheek, pulling him back in for another heated kiss. As much as you loved the attention on your cock, there was something about being pinned beneath him that sent shivers of delight straight to your core. The sensation of your hardened nipples pressing into his chest drives Eddie wild with desire. He breaks the kiss again, panting heavily as he looks up at you. "I want to hear you scream my name," he growls, his grip on your cock tightening even more.

With swift movements, he positions himself between your spread thighs, aligning his throbbing member at your entrance. "Ready for me, babe?" he asks, his voice low and husky with arousal. Without waiting for a reply, he thrusts upwards, burying himself inside you in one fluid motion.

A loud groan escapes him as he feels the tight warmth enveloping him completely. "Holy shit, Y/N... you're so tight..." he murmurs, pausing momentarily to adjust to the incredible feeling of being buried balls-deep inside you. The sudden fullness had you crying out, your back arching off the bed as pleasure rippled through you. "Fuck, Eddie... so deep..." you moaned, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist to keep him inside you.

Your hands found purchase on his shoulders, gripping them tightly as he began to move. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine, making your toes curl. "More... please, more..." you begged, pushing your hips up to meet his.

Your cock throbbed painfully against your belly, neglected and leaking precum. But right now, all you could think about was how amazing Eddie felt inside you. Eddie grins wickedly at your pleas, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. "Like that, do ya?" he taunts, his pace quickening as he begins to pound into you relentlessly.

Each thrust hits deeper, harder, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding you to meet his thrusts perfectly. "Gonna make you mine, Y/N... gonna fill you up till you can't remember anyone else's name but mine," he promises, his voice laced with raw lust.

The sound of your bodies slapping together fills the room, punctuated by your moans and his deep groans. Eddie leans forward, biting down softly on your shoulder as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. The pain from his bite mixed with the pleasure of his thrusts had you seeing stars. "Yes! Fuck, Eddie... I'm yours!" you cried out, your orgasm building rapidly at the base of your spine.

Your cock twitched and leaked precum onto your stomach, begging for attention that you couldn't afford to give it right now. All you cared about was the way Eddie filled you up, stretching you deliciously wide with every thrust.

"You're so big... so fucking perfect..." you panted, your inner walls clenching around him instinctively. The compliment spurs Eddie on even more, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own climax. "You're gonna make me cum, Y/N... fuck, you're so damn tight..." he grunts, feeling his balls tighten with each pounding stroke.

He reaches down between your bodies, his fingers closing around your neglected cock. A few rough tugs have precum coating his palm before he starts stroking you in time with his thrusts. "Cum for me, babe... show me how much you love having my dick inside you," he commands, his voice strained with effort.

As much as he loves the feeling of being buried deep within you, Eddie needs to see you unravel under his touch – he needs to know that you're just as lost in pleasure as he is. Eddie's words and actions pushed you over the edge. "Oh god, Eddie... I'm cumming!" you screamed, your vision going white as your orgasm ripped through you. Your cock pulsed in Eddie's hand, spurting ropes of hot cum across your abdomen and chest. The intense pleasure made your inner walls clamp down on Eddie's shaft, milking him for all he was worth.

"Fill me up, Eddie... please!" You begged, not caring how desperate you sounded. You needed to feel him come inside you, marking you as his. And judging by the look on his face, he was close too. The sight of your release sends Eddie hurtling over the precipice. "FUCK, Y/N!" he roars, his hips slamming into you one final time as he explodes inside your welcoming heat.

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over him as he fills you to the brim with his hot seed. His grip on your cock tightens, stroking you through the aftershocks until you're spent and limp in his grasp. Breathing heavily, Eddie collapses on top of you, his softening member still buried deep within your sated body. "Damn, sweetheart.. that was intense," he pants, nuzzling into the crook of your neck affectionately.

After a moment, he carefully pulls out, watching as his cum leaks out of your well-fucked hole. You whimpered softly as he pulled out. "Eddie.." you mumbled. Rolling off of you and onto his side, Eddie pulls you close, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you snug against his chest. "You okay, babe?" he asks, concern etched across his features. His other hand idly traces patterns on your lower back, his touch gentle yet possessive. "That was some ride, huh? Never been fucked like that before," he admits, a smirk playing on his lips.

Despite the intensity of what just happened, there's a warm glow spreading through you, making you feel content and satisfied. "So.." You panted. "Are we like.. together now?... o- or is this a one-time thing?" You asked, exhausted. Eddie chuckles softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. "Well, sweetheart, I'd say we've got something special here," he says, his voice low and soothing. "One time wasn't nearly enough for me." He trails his fingers along your spine, sending shivers down your body. "How about we make this official? Be boyfriends... or whatever you wanna call us." His eyes sparkle with excitement and anticipation.

"I mean, if you're cool with it, I'd love to explore this whole relationship thing with you, Y/N." He gives your hip a playful squeeze, his smile growing wider. "What do you say, babe?" You nodded. "Yeah.." you murmured. "Steve's probably making breakfast by now.." You groaned, slowly trying to sit up. "Breakfast can wait," Eddie replies, pulling you back down onto the bed. "We've got plenty of time to catch up on our sleep later." He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his gaze lingering on your flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance. "Let's just stay here for a bit longer," he suggests, wrapping his arms tighter around you.

There's a comfortable silence between you two, broken only by the occasional soft sigh or whispered word. It's peaceful, intimate, and exactly what you need after such an intense encounter. You slowly close your eyes as you rest against his body, your head against his chest as you listen to his heartbeat. Content to simply hold you, Eddie listens to the steady rhythm of your heart echoing against his ribcage. "This is nice," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble beneath you. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp. "I could get used to this," he adds, a hint of happiness creeping into his tone.

For once, the worries and stress of the world outside seem far away, replaced by the warmth of your body pressed against his and the comforting sound of your breaths mingling with his own. "Mmmh..." You hummed, snuggling closer to him. "Steve's gonna be mad if the kids managed to hear what we did..." You chuckled. "Well, let 'em hear it," Eddie retorts, a teasing glint in his eye. "They're teenagers. They've probably heard worse from their friends." He leans down to capture your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. "Besides, Steve knows we're adults. We can handle ourselves," he adds with a note of pride in his voice. With another soft peck on your forehead, he settles back into the pillow, his arms never leaving your body. You smiled at his words, resting your cheek against his chest again. "You really think so?" you asked, looking up at him. "Even though we were kinda loud?"

"Yeah, I do," Eddie assures you, his hands continuing their lazy exploration of your body. "And trust me, sweetheart, I plan on getting even louder with you." He punctuates his statement with a playful nip on your earlobe, causing you to squirm in delight. "But for now, let's just enjoy this quiet moment. No noise, no interruptions... just us." With that, he pulls you even closer, his body molding perfectly against yours as if designed to fit seamlessly with yours.

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(Yes, Steve was very annoyed when Dustin and the others told him that they had heard the two of you have sex, lol)

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