#[I suppose I'm tossing these here for now so I can elaborate on them]

[little-sleepy-owl]

𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫,

who is a virgin and wants him to be their first. gender neutral, not so much explicit, but still smutty, as usual. Alastor is his own warning. kinda.

this one took me a while for several reasons. mostly because life is a bitch, but also because it was a really hard piece to write. I'm asexual myself and this is heavily self-indulgent. I wanted to maintain this treat of his, but still explore the sexual aspect of the relationship and the way asexual people might participate in it. so... yeah. proceed with understanding of this.

oh? so, you're just like him.

the only one who is not surprised whatsoever. isn't it supposed to be that way?

though there are a lot of vulgar people around. he might even praise you for keeping your chastity for so long.

but… becoming your first?

“Truly, my dear? That's quite the favor to ask a gentleman!”

it's less about being repulsed by the idea of intimacy (it doesn't sound bad if it's with you) and more about not wanting to step into a completely uncharted territory.

that's a first for him too, after all.

give him time. he needs to research some things before he's ready to try.

a week or two later he suddenly appears out of the shadows in your room with loud static noises, scaring the shit out of you, and announces that he would be very pleased to take the offer!!

hooray..? (please come out from under the bed, darling.)

now, just like Husk, he is an old-fashioned man. for him, this could only happen after a nice date.

he prefers a simple stroll around the city arm in arm, and having some coffee with you.

you can sense that he's a tad nervous, but also deeply thrilled. his posture is a little stiff while walking, ears, usually unmoving, twitch slightly here and there. it's cute.

you also notice he's more physically intimate with you today than usual. sitting a bit closer to you and leaning in subtly, so you can feel his warmth. gently covering your hand with his own. reaching to fix your hair, touch feather-like and making your heart pound in your chest.

none of it is sexual in any way, but the difference in his demeanor doesn't let you forget your plans for the night even for a moment.

judging by the sly curve of his smile and very attentive gaze, this is one hundred percent intentional.

inclined to take you into his own room after the date. if you're not against the living forest in the background.

(I suggest you accept the offer. fireflies would be a very romantic addition to your night.)

he needs to talk things out first.

“Let's discuss some rules of our… little arrangement.”

the rules are quite simple, although you might find them odd.

he will not take all his clothes off. especially not the lower part. pants stay on no matter what.

his hands, his mouth? all for your pleasure, darling. no limitations here.

and maybe, if you behave yourself and ask nicely… his shadows, too, can participate.

he merrily refuses to elaborate on what “behaving” means for him exactly. it's simply more fun that way, isn't it?

jacket tossed inside, sleeves rolled up. honestly speaking, it already feels too revealing. you don't think you ever saw so much of his arms or his neck before.

he is in a white shirt today, clean and pure, like the snow on the mountaintop. pristine even.

you never saw this, either.

he follows your gaze and his smile turns a little unsettling. you shiver, suddenly feeling like you are the one who's exposed here, even though you haven't taken off anything yet.

“No blood to stain it today, my dear,” he coos, adjusting the shirt slightly. oh, so usually he wears red for–

you don't want to continue this thought right now.

he's very insistent on undressing you by himself.

he uncovers you like you're his birthday cake in a cute present box. slowly removing every ribbon, carefully taking off the wrapping, anticipating what's underneath.

his hands are cold, but his eyes are heated, even somewhat hungry. and so, so intent.

he drinks on your every shiver, on the way your lips parts ever so slightly to let out a small gasp, on the goosebumps that run on your skin, when he leans in to nibble on your pretty neck, right beside the quicked throbbing of your pulse.

he hums an old tune, seemingly lost in exploration of your body and the way you respond to his touch.

he's eager to learn and very observant. he changes the pace the moment he notices you feeling uncomfortable. he discovers what makes you respond well and uses the knowledge without any shame.

but he also does very much love you telling him what you want him to do with that cute trembling voice of yours.

that's what eventually earns you the shadows taking part in the whole fun. if this is something you desire.

if you weren't satisfied before, you most certainly are now.

expect him to restrain you. he likes to see you squirming under his touch, unable to set the pace. he does everything deliberately slow, so you would beg him to give you more and do it faster.

he's very controlling in general, and although he takes into account what you want, he will also act on his own whim.

it honestly seems that he likes teasing and tormenting you to see your reactions much more than the physical aspect of it all.

humor him, and he will reward you accordingly.

but don't let him get too lost in it. he has a tendency to forget that you're not merely a toy to play with.

set some boundaries and you'll be alright.

once you both decide it's enough, he's a thoughtful gentleman again, bringing a glass of water for you, and helping you clean yourself up.

will let you rest your head on his lap, gentle light of fireflies surrounding you.

he sings a shooting melody, letting you peacefully drift off to sleep.

[daizymax]

let loose | hhj (m)

summary: it's a party, and your roommate said you should loosen up once in a while, so why is he upset when you start making out with one of his friends?

pairing: hyunjin x fem reader

genre: smut

word count: 6.2k

rating: mature (18+)

warnings & features: roommate!hyunjin; profanity; alcohol consumption; some name-calling (reader calls hyunjin an asshole and an idiot one time each); jealousy; jisung is briefly featured only to be used for very poor plot purposes i'm so sorry; graphic sexual content; dirty talk; vaginal fingering; protected sex

author's note: reuploaded from my old blog with some edits (nothing major though). hope you enjoy!

{ click here if you prefer to read on AO3 }

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It’s not the book’s fault, yet you still take your frustration out on it by slinging it across your bedroom after the - not third, not fourth, but - fifth drunken guest stumbles into your closed door.

“I swear to god,” you groan, tossing aside your comforter to begrudgingly pull on a pair of pants and step out of what was supposed to be your safe haven for the night.

Into the fray it is, then.

Whichever culprit tripped into your door a moment ago is not in the hallway anymore. From the living room and kitchen, you can hear laughter and chatter straining to be heard over the booming music. And as you pass the bathroom, you lock eyes with a young man and glimpse someone in there behind him before he closes the door.

Sighing, you make your way to the living room. Nothing appears to have been destroyed, you note gratefully, but the “small gathering” is clearly busier and rowdier than what your roommate had promised. He’s not here in the crowded living room, though, so you move to check the kitchen next, pushing and squeezing past bodies with mumbled apologies as you go.

You find Hyunjin upending a bottle of tequila into a row of shot glasses. Half of his nearly shoulder-length blond hair is gathered in a knot behind his head, looking maddeningly elegant when the same hairstyle on anyone else would look messy at best. His white button-down shirt hugs his shoulders nicely, and the sleeves are folded up near his elbows, giving a clear view of the tendons in his forearms flexing beneath smooth, creamy skin as he works. It’s a simple look, but his entire appearance is still too well-kept for this hour and setting, in your opinion. You’ve always held the belief that Home is a safe place to not give a shit how you look, not a place to be looking like… that.

He spots you and smiles, though you notice a hint of sheepishness in his eyes as well. He’s pleasantly surprised to see you, but he’s also aware you’ve been disturbed on his account. Even still, he doesn’t greet you with a due apology. He keeps his tone light and carefree as he calls out: “Hey! Did you change your mind about joining the fun? You want a shot?”

You make a face. “Ick, no, tequila is such a nasty drink,” you decline. When you get close enough, you lean into his shoulder and mutter, “What the fuck, dude, you said a 'few' people. And it’s two A.M.”

He turns to consult the clock over the stove and shrugs. “Perfect time for things to be in full swing then, I’d say. And you must not be doing your shots right, babe.” He gestures toward a bowl of lime wedges, and you vaguely wonder when he picked those up because you certainly didn’t purchase them yourself.

“I know how to do a tequila shot, asshole. But still,” you dismiss without elaborating further. “I’m going back to bed. Can you try to keep your friends away from my room, please? They keep fucking bumping into my door. Oh, and if they need a bathroom, tell them to use yours because I think a couple of them are hooking up in the guest one right now.”

Hyunjin’s eyes widen momentarily, then crease in amusement. He leans to the side and shouts behind you, “Yo, Jisung! Where’d Jisung go? Hey! Someone tell him Minho is-”

You’re not interested in hearing Minho’s story or what Jisung has to say about it, whoever they both are. You’re only interested in preserving some semblance of sanctity in your home, so you get back in your roommate’s face and cut him off with a terse warning. “Hyunjin, please, I’m serious. Keep it civil in here.”

“Okay, ‘mom,’ jeez.”

You toss your hands up in defeat and spin on your heel to storm off, but he catches your bicep.

“No, wait, I’m sorry, Y/N, really,” he says more sincerely when he gets you to turn back around. You cross your arms and wait for more. “We’ll be good, and I’ll make sure everyone is out in an hour, even if I have to personally drive them all home myself,” he promises, going dramatically over the top to show you how serious he is. “But you really should just join us, you know. I’ve told you you’re welcome to.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course I am. I fucking live here.”

“Exactly. This is your home, so you should let loose once in a while.”

“And what could I possibly gain from getting drunk with you and your friends?”

“Uh, the experience of actually having fun for once? And the pleasure of our - well, mainly my - amazing company?” Hyunjin answers with a tone and a face that tells you it should have been obvious. 

“Yeah, right,” you snort.

“Just let me see you have one shot, babe. Humor me. Pretty please?”

You eye the pitiful, pleading look on his pouty face, then the spread of liquor on the sticky countertop, and eventually cave. “Fine, where’s the salt?”

Hyunjin watches in delight as you lick the back of your hand to prepare it for the salt. As you’re sprinkling it on, someone joins the two of you in the kitchen.

“Hey Hyunjin, were you just calling me?” He doesn’t wait for the answer to that before he’s going on, “Who’s this? I don’t think we’ve met.”

You turn to face the newcomer and stretch out your unsalted hand. “Hey, I’m Y/N, Hyunjin’s roommate.”

“Oh!” He takes your hand in both of his and squeezes it enthusiastically. “Good to finally meet you. I’m Jisung.”

You throw a cheeky smile at your roommate as you grab one of the shot glasses. “Why do I get the feeling I’ve been talked about behind my back?” you ask neither of them in particular, though Hyunjin at least has the decency to blush over being caught.

“Nothing bad,” Jisung rushes to clarify. “Hyunjin’s just mentioned you sometimes, like whenever something reminds him of you or- something.”

His abrupt finish makes you think Hyunjin just gave him some kind of shut-the-fuck-up look, but you missed it. You don’t press for details, though. You just go about getting through the shot you were so easily talked into. So you lick the salt from your hand, down the tequila in one burning swallow, then bite into the flesh of a lime wedge in sequence as quickly as you can while the boys watch.

“Awful. Just awful,” you declare when you’re finished, smacking your lips and clicking your tongue in disgust.

Jisung chuckles and Hyunjin claps your back rather proudly as he takes the bitten lime wedge to throw it away.

“Do you like beer? We can drink beer instead,” Jisung suggests.

You look to see if he is in fact speaking to you, which does appear to be the case from his smile and hopeful eye contact.

Before you answer, you take the time to give him a proper once-over. He’s very attractive, but it’s not as instantly noticeable as with Hyunjin. Something in the way his smile begins faltering the longer you stare at him is utterly endearing to you, though.

“We?” you tease.

“I mean, if that’s c-cool with you-” he starts backtracking on his boldness.

“Y/N isn’t really into parties, are you, babe?” Hyunjin suddenly speaks up for you. “I think she was just going back to her room.”

Jisung furrows his eyebrows and pouts. “Aw, really?”

You give Hyunjin a look that is both stern and confused. You have mixed feelings about the pet name to begin with. It’s one thing for him to want to call you something other than your name when it’s just the two of you, but he never calls you that in front of others. Or he never has before, at least. Now it makes it sound like the two of you are… a couple? An item? Which is not the case.

Plus, he’d been excited to have you out here “joining the fun” a moment ago, but now he’s okay with you retreating to your room? Or perhaps he just doesn’t want you spending time with Jisung in particular...

Upon connecting those dots, you decide you only have one choice in the matter.

“Actually, I’ve changed my mind about that. I’d love to have a beer with you, Jisung,” you say sweetly, to which he beams.

“Great!” The return of his smile assures you you’ve made the right choice. “Lead the way.”

Hyunjin shoots his friend another look as you and Jisung leave the kitchen together, but you miss that one, too.

---

“So, what made a girl like you move in with a guy like Hyunjin?”

“‘A girl like me,’” you repeat, downing another swig of beer. “So you think you know all about me now since we’ve talked about our jobs and hobbies, huh?”

Jisung doesn’t flinch against your teasing this time, just laughs. “I mean, I’m definitely not opposed to learning more about you.”

He stretches an arm behind you on the back of the couch and scoots closer. He really is a very good looking guy, and you know it’s not the alcohol adding optimism to your vision, either, because you haven’t had all that much. He has great hair, pretty eyes, cute nose, nice teeth, beautiful cheekbones. A little excitable, you can tell, but also charming and polite. He’s cute.

He holds your gaze with a small but unwavering smile this time as he waits for you to either answer his initial question or offer more information about yourself. You opt for neither.

“Maybe I don’t want to talk about me anymore.”

“Okay, that’s cool. What would you rather talk-”

You lean in and kiss him. Just a peck, a gentle press of your lips to his, not too fast but still over before he’s fully registered the gesture or able to return it.

“Oh,” Jisung whispers in understanding when you pull back a little.

“Was that okay?” you ask.

“Yeah, yeah, perfectly okay,” he assures. He bites his tingling lip and smirks, then lifts his arm from the couch to place his hand on the nape of your neck. “But I wasn’t quite ready. Can we try that again?”

You nod, and he closes the gap to kiss you back properly this time. From some corner of your apartment, a tipsy guest whistles over the scene, but you’re more interested in the hum Jisung lets out as both your lips part and tongues slip together in sync. He tastes of beer and salty snacks, but something on him - his shampoo or his lotion or his cologne or maybe a mixture of the three - smells faintly sweet and minty.

His fingertips gently tickle your neck for a bit, then hold firmly to draw you deeper into his kisses. You consider moving onto his lap, but something in the back of your mind tells you not to cause too much of a scene in the middle of Hyunjin’s party.

In fact, if you were paying more attention to your surroundings outside of this cute stranger, you might have noticed the onlookers stirring up a scandalized fuss over your roommate already making a beeline toward the couch, but it isn’t until he’s shoving the two of you apart that you do.

“What the hell, man?” Jisung protests.

Hyunjin ignores him, addressing you instead. “Y/N, can I talk to you for a second, please?”

Apparently by “talk” he means pull you completely out of the room and partway down the hallway like a barbarian before you manage to wrest your hand away.

“What the hell, Hyunjin?” you repeat Jisung’s question with double the annoyance.

“I’m here asking you the same thing,” he snaps back in a hushed tone. “Why are you making out with a stranger on the couch?”

You cross your arms in front of him for the second time tonight and raise an eyebrow to his attitude. “I thought I was just letting loose, having fun and enjoying the pleasure of your friends’ company. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I didn’t mean like that! And why Jisung?”

“What’s wrong with Jisung? He seems nice.”

Hyunjin gawps like he’s never heard those words out of anyone’s mouth before. “You’ve only known him for like half an hour!”

“So? He still seems nice. And he’s really hot...”

You turn your head back to the living room to try and catch Jisung’s eye and give him a signal that you’ll be with him again shortly, but Hyunjin dives to block your line of sight.

“He’s not good enough for you, trust me.”

“Well for fuck’s sake, Hyunjin, I’m not trying to marry him! I’m just trying to get laid,” you spell out bluntly. Hyunjin scoffs but doesn’t reply, just looks down at the floor. You scrutinize the plain displeasure all over his face and smirk as a sneaking suspicion occurs to you. “Unbelievable. Is the Hwang Hyunjin actually jealous?”

“Yes.” His swift, honest answer catches you completely by surprise and stuns you into silence. When he gauges that you’re not going to reply, he continues, “It’s not fair, Y/N. We’ve been living together for months and it only took Jisung thirty minutes to get you to want to sleep with him? I’ve been here this whole time. I’ve been- I’ve wanted you this whole time...”

You process his words in continued silence for nearly a full minute, then finally say, “If I’d known it would only take me making out with one of your friends to get you to confess that, I would’ve joined one of your parties sooner. Or you could have just told me from the start, you know.”

Hyunjin recognizes a joke somewhere in your words and automatically lets a laugh slip, but soon snaps his head up. “Wait, really?”

“You’re such an idiot,” you chuckle. “But I guess I am, too. I guess we’ve both been wasting all this time. Want to make up for it?”

His eyes blow wide. “R-Right now? Aren’t you drunk?”

“No. Are you?”

“No…”

“Then why not? I mean, I guess we can at least kick everyone out first, if you wa-”

His lips are on yours before you can finish the thought. They’re just as plush as they look, but the impact is sharp, and you take only a brief moment to grunt over it before you’re reciprocating in full, grabbing his shoulders tightly and pulling him closer. He tastes like traces of salt, too. Citrusy as well. And the woody scent of his cologne is an all too familiar comfort in your nostrils. He wraps his arms around you and you sigh, happily letting him overwhelm your senses.

“Babe… please tell me this won’t be a one-time thing,” Hyunjin mumbles between ravishing blows of lips and teeth.

“Wasn’t planning on it being.”

“And you’re sure you’re not drunk?” he checks again.

“I’m sure, Hyunjin. I want this.”

“Bedroom, then.”

“Yours or mine?” you giggle.

“I don’t care… yours,” he decides quickly, steering you by the hips in the right direction.

There is already a couple in there tangled together in their own passionate lip-lock when you stumble through the door. You’ll have time to be upset about their evident plans to defile your safe haven later when you’re not in your own haste to commit nasty acts in it.

“Get the fuck out,” Hyunjin growls at them.

You expect at least one of them to argue that they were here first, but they heed his command without a word, hastily picking up one of their discarded shirts before scampering off.

Hyunjin slams the door behind them with a careless kick of his foot, then continues right on kissing you like you’re holding all the air in the room. At the same time, his hands are busy trying to map every line of your body like it’s something he needed to have memorized yesterday.

“Hyunjin - ungh -  I know we’re making up for lost time, but - mmph - we can still - hah - slow down, you know,” you laugh, struggling to get your words out in the midst of the feverish pace he’s setting.

He nearly whimpers at that. “Just want you so fucking bad, you have no idea. Been waiting so long to touch you, kiss you.”

His lips skim across your cheek and over to your ear. Whatever response you had in mind is lost when he nips your earlobe with his teeth then soothes the sting with the tip of his wet tongue.

“You like that?” he asks, though he suspects he knows the answer already by the shiver that runs through you.

“Y-yeah.”

He does it again - a quick nip of his teeth and a sensual flick of his tongue - and then he’s on to the next thing, trailing those enticing lips down the column of your throat, suckling gently at your skin the entire way.

“Can we take this off?” Hyunjin asks next, alerting you to where his fingers have hooked themselves under the hem of your shirt.

At your nod, he yanks it up and drops it aside. There is a glimmer in his eyes as he takes in your bare chest, as though one of his biggest fantasies has just sprung to life before him. You entertain the idea that perhaps it has.

“Holy shit,” he breathes. He’s never been one to impress easily, but there’s no mistaking the look on his face for anything else.

His pace is much slower when he reaches to graze the pads of his thumbs back and forth across your perked nipples. The soft moan you release encourages him to take a better feel with his palms.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve pictured your tits in my head,” he confesses as he carefully gropes you. “All those times you paraded around the apartment without a bra on, nipples sticking through your shirt... fuck, Y/N.”

You huff a small laugh at the thought of you ever “parading” anywhere, but the knowledge that you’ve ever turned him on turns you on even more, as made evident by the growing wetness between your legs.

“And these tight fucking leggings you always wear,” he goes on, roaming his hands down your hips and around to your backside, “drive me insane on you, I swear to god. Any time - every time - I see you bend over, I just want to take you over the counter or the couch or against the wall and give it to you good, baby.”

The new pet name and the sordid confessions spilling from him make you want to join in on the dirty talk, but the feeling of him taking two handfuls of your ass - the feeling of his long-awaited touch in general - is burning you up from the inside, fizzling the majority of your coherent thoughts. All you can bring yourself to speak is: “Show me.”

Hyunjin looks back to your face and grins wickedly. “Oh, I’ll definitely be fucking you in the kitchen at some point in the near future. And in the living room. There are so many things I want to do to you. So many things I want you do to me. We’re gonna fuck each other in every single room in this place, starting with this one.”

He pulls away, and you immediately miss his body heat. You don’t complain, however, because you don’t want to disrupt him from yanking his shirt out from where it’s tucked into his jeans and undoing the buttons one by one with deft twists of his fingers. Once the flaps are loose, he shrugs and lets the fabric spill to a heap on the floor.

You’ve seen him shirtless on many occasions by now. In the mornings, stumbling to the coffee pot while still half asleep. On his way to the laundry room with only a pair of sweatpants riding low on his hips because he always lets his dirty clothes pile up until he has nearly nothing left to wear. But not in this context. Not when it’s finally appropriate for you to stare. Not when the sexual tension that has been building for months is finally about to be shattered.

Yet you don’t even get to admire his chest nearly as much as he did yours before your attention is drawn lower by his hands working to open his belt. He drops it aside with his shirt, and then his jeans follow, and then his boxers, and just like that, he’s standing completely naked in front of you with enough lithe, beautiful glory to almost make your heart stop.

Hyunjin takes a step closer to you, his erection bobbing gently and shamelessly in the air with the motion. He puts his hands back on you, snapping the waistband of your pants lightly as he leans in to ask, “Are you gonna get these, or should I?”

“Go ahead,” you invite.

You steady your hands on his shoulders, and he peels your bottoms - underwear and all - far enough down your legs for you to kick them both away. Once he stands up straight again, you wind your arms around his neck and pull him to lie over you on the mattress. He helps position you comfortably in the center with gentle nudges of his knees and tugs of his warm hands, and his lips find their way back to yours in the meantime. You hum contentedly at the return of the citrusy taste that comes from his tongue dipping against yours.

After all his careful maneuvering to get you just where he wanted, you decide this isn’t the position you want after all, so you push your weight against him until he rolls over and slips beneath you.

Hyunjin’s eyelashes flutter prettily as he gazes up at you. Then they scrunch completely shut when you press your center against the shaft of his thick, solid cock. The moan he lets out when you begin to drag yourself up and down his erection may be the single most erotic thing you’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he murmurs. “Feel how fucking hard you got me already? That’s all for you.”

Your empty walls clench from his words. Nodding, you whisper, “So hard. So big. Can’t wait to have you inside me.”

He hums and opens his eyes. “Me either. Can I finger you first?”

It’s great that he’s offering because you were just about to request the exact same thing.

“Please.”

Hyunjin wastes no time slipping his hand between your bodies, and you lift up a little higher on your knees to give him more room.

He starts by gently gliding a single finger up and down your slit to gauge how wet you are already. Evidently his findings are unsatisfactory, though, because he quickly removes his hand to bring it up to his face and add some spit to it before bringing it back down. Two of his wet fingers prod shallowly into your hole, and you keen at the sensation.

“Shit, that’s tight,” he mutters, steadily working his knuckles deeper.

It’s clear when he starts searching for your g-spot from the way his fingers start crooking. He has to adjust his depth and angle a few times, but he eventually taps the patch he’s looking for.

Your legs quiver as he starts working up a quick pace against that sweet spot inside you, pressing his fingertips against it with every pump back and forth through your walls.

“Oh god,” you moan, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders. Your hips buck after a particularly good push of his fingers, and he hums knowingly.

“Like sitting on my fingers, baby?” he asks. The tone of his voice is pitched deeper than usual, and it sends a shiver up your spine. The hand that isn't currently inside you runs along your thigh soothingly.

You nod and lick your lips. “Yeah,” you breathe. “F-Feels so fucking good…”

“Can’t believe I finally have you sitting over me with my fingers up your pussy right now,” he says, gaze moving in a line from your face to your chest to your pussy and back again.

Smirking down at him, you say, “It’s about to be your big cock inside me.”

Hyunjin groans and bites his lip. “You sure you’re ready to take me? I just got my fingers inside you. Haven’t even fucked you open on them yet.”

“Don’t care,” you murmur, leaning down to press your bare chest into his. “Want you inside me so fucking bad, don't want to wait any longer.”

His fingers slip from your soaking cunt as you slot your lips over his, and he sighs when you slip your tongue into his mouth again.

When your hand goes reaching for his cock, he breaks away from the hungry kisses and pants, "Mm, Y/N, wait- We need a condom, yeah? I have some in my room…”

“I have some here.” You steal another quick kiss before drawing open your bedside table to grab one of the foil packets. A quick rip and tug and it’s out of the packaging so you can pinch the tip and roll it smoothly down his burning length.

“Last chance to turn back and not cross this line,” you declare.

“I think it would be even more awkward if we didn’t at this point. B-But it’s cool if you want to stop.”

He sounds nervous of what your answer may be, but you believe he means the words, and you appreciate the consideration all the same.

And you definitely feel sure. You definitely want this.

So you take hold of the base of his cock, line the broad tip up to your entrance, and begin to ease down.

The moment he breaches you, Hyunjin tenses and hisses a sharp breath through his teeth. His hands find purchase on your hips, too tight at first to brace himself against the wet heat you’re surrounding him in even through the condom, but then he eases up after he’s bottomed out.

You sit still once you’re flush against his lap, realizing you need to relish this particular moment because you won’t ever get it back - the ecstasy of feeling him stretch you out like this for the first time.

Hyunjin starts squirming after a bit, fingertips twitching from your hips down to your thighs and back again, unsure what to do with himself while he waits for you. “Baby, please, I think I might go crazy if you don’t move.”

“So impatient,” you tsk but begin to rock against him nonetheless. Careful, slow undulations of your waist to test the depths of the pleasure rippling through you. His breath hitches over a particular swivel, and you moan at the angles he’s hitting just from a little back and forth movement.

“Oh my god, you sound so hot,” Hyunjin praises. “And you feel like fucking heaven.”

“You feel so fucking good too, you feel amazing,” you gush back.

With an idea of how he could feel even better, you lift away from his lap just to sink down quickly. After a few repetitive drops, he reunites with that perfect spot inside you that has your toes curling inward and head tipping back in bliss.

Hyunjin groans along with you over the fast pace you’re picking up, and his hands finally settle for keeping a loose grip on your ass as the flesh of your thighs slaps against his hips with every plunge. Surely he can feel you starting to soak his lap; you can just hear how wet you are with every bounce. It’s sinfully vulgar but so fucking good.

“You’re so gorgeous, Y/N,” he rasps next. “I swear I could watch you bounce on my dick all fucking night.”

You look down just as he flicks his eyes up from your heaving chest to your face, then you grin at having caught what exactly he was finding so gorgeous about you bouncing on his dick. 

Hyunjin licks his lips and sits up to bring his face closer to yours. “So fucking gorgeous,” he repeats on your lips before pressing harder.

You lose concentration over riding him when your mind is on the way his tongue dances behind your teeth, so he helps you out by bucking his hips upward as best he can to keep the stimulation on your sweet spot.

“Hyunjin…” you whine when he pulls back.

“Tell me what to do to make you come, baby, please. Need to feel you come on my cock so fucking bad, I'll do anything.”

From the way he was acting earlier, you half expected Hyunjin’s cocky ass to taunt you with claims of how he can fuck you better than Jisung ever could, not plea for instructions.

It’s almost sweet.

“Fuck me from behind?” you request.

Hyunjin blinks twice, kisses you sloppily several times more, then helps ease you onto all fours in front of him. You spread your knees and lift your backside to present his target to him, but he has his eyes cast down toward your face while you get yourself comfortable.

“Just like this?” he checks once it seems you’re finished moving. One of his hands hints along the small of your back delicately, wanting to touch you but not hold you down.

“Like this,” you confirm.

He takes hold of his cock and presses the tip back to your drenched folds, slicking it up and down a few times before pushing into your hole. He doesn't stop until he's up to his balls. Your pussy accepts his reentry easily, though Hyunjin seems to feel differently.

“You’re so damn tight, Y/N, fuck. When was the last time you got dicked down?”

“That has nothing to do with- oh fuck-”

He gives a sensual roll of his hips while you’re trying to speak, and you lose your train of thought once more. Hyunjin smirks at your reaction and does it again, barely withdrawing before hitting at just the right depth to have you arching your back for more.

“Is that good, baby? Is this how you want me to fuck you?” he asks, starting to build a rhythm. He holds your hips to keep you steady, but there’s not much he can do about rocking the mattress; not if he wants to keep you moaning and dripping and shuddering the way you are.

“Y-yeah, yeah, keep going, I’m getting close,” you urge.

Hyunjin keeps his eyes fixed on the place where his cock plunges in and out of you, spreading your ass cheeks apart to give himself a better view. His balls smack wetly against your clit over and over, enhancing the vulgarity of the skin-on-skin noises ringing in your ears.

It isn't as much stimulation as you need, though, so you dip a hand between your legs to play with yourself, and Hyunjin can feel the instant you touch your clit from the way you suddenly clench around him. The extra tightness draws a grunt from the back of his throat and his hips jerk unsteadily.

He’s been careful to keep his thrusts under control, striking your g-spot repeatedly without brutally battering it, but you can tell he’s losing his composure, losing his breath, losing his head in the steam of your conjoined pleasure. He groans out and pounds into your pussy harder.

The headboard is outright banging against the wall by now. Some part of you wonders how noticeable it is from the rest of the apartment, but most of your concentration is on rubbing faster at your clit while Hyunjin keeps your g-spot on the end of his pistoning dick.

“Almost,” you promise vaguely, but Hyunjin knows exactly what you mean.

His hand meets yours between your legs to lightly knock it out of the way and take over. He uses the pad of his middle finger to pick up where you left off, and the sensation - the utter thrill - of being touched by him hurtles you that much faster toward the edge, even though he's not familiar with your preferred technique yet.

“Come with me, baby, please, I need to fucking feel it. Shit, I’m so fucking close, please come with me,” he begs and babbles breathlessly.

You put your fingers over his to guide him through a few more rotations around your clit. That, coupled with another series of perfectly aimed thrusts of his rigid cock, finally send you toppling into white hot, nerve-racking, spine-crumpling abyss. You climax with a mighty clench and a cry that rips from your vocal chords just before you can suffocate it in your pillow.

“Sh-shit Y/N! You’re seriously coming on my- oh, fffffuck!”

Hyunjin lets go of your clit in a rush to grab your hips with both hands again to brace himself against the onslaught of his own explosive orgasm. You can feel his cock lurch where he’s buried it deep in your clamped walls at the moment of his release. Wave after wave trembles his frame, sending him shivering behind you as his orgasm rolls on and on for so long you almost become concerned.

Eventually, he gives you a comforting squeeze and pants, “You didn’t… you didn’t fake that, did you?”

You can’t help but laugh in pure amusement. “What, my orgasm? No, that was definitely not fake. You made me come so hard, Hyunjin,” you admit shamelessly.

“Okay, just checking,” he laughs back. “It’s just that I couldn’t see your face and-... but it still felt really-... that was so… wow.”

You don’t have it in you to comment on his eloquence - or lack thereof, rather; you don’t exactly have words for what’s just happened either.

He draws his cock from your still-quivering pussy and gets up on wobbly legs to trash the condom in your adjoined bathroom while you slump to your side and swipe the back of your hand across your clammy forehead, swallowing hard to bring some normalcy back to your erratic breathing and thundering heart.

Hyunjin returns with a towel in hand. You wearily lift an arm to take it from him, but he’s already coaxing your legs open to dab carefully at the stickiness smeared between them.

“So sweet,” you joke, finding the energy to tease him after all.

He looks at you and smiles. “It’s cute that you think I’m being sweet when I’m actually just getting a better look at your pussy because I didn’t before.”

He spreads your lower lips apart with his fingers and raises an eyebrow in approval of their sticky, swollen state, to which you gasp in mock offense and swat at his arm. He snickers and drops the towel aside, then climbs back into bed with you.

“I can be sweet, though, if cuddling is an option.”

You open your arms to showcase cuddling is in fact an option, and he sinks his head into a cozy spot beneath your chin. The crown of his golden head smells like apricots, you notice. You gently tug off the elastic band in his hair and roll it onto your wrist before shaking out the freed strands. He hums drowsily as you play with his hair.

After a while, he murmurs, “I should probably go kick everyone out and apologize to Jisung before I fall asleep.”

Again, you giggle. “Shit, I should apologize to him, too. If he’s still out there, that is. If anyone’s still out there. We may have scared everyone off.” You strain your ears for a moment to try and pick up on any more laughter and chatter out there, but all you can hear is the music now.

“You were pretty loud, babe,” Hyunjin points out.

You dig your fingertip into his cheek playfully. “And I’m sure you’ll be bragging about that for weeks to come.”

“Me? Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Despite the plans he was making to get up and leave the room, Hyunjin draws his arms tighter around your middle and remains right where he is. A while longer passes before he asks softly, “Can I sleep here with you tonight, or would that be weird?”

“Hey.”

He tilts his head to look at you.

“Don’t overthink things,” you tell him, tucking some of his hair behind his ear. “I meant it when I said I wasn’t planning on this being a one-time thing, and I think you meant it when you said you didn’t want it to be either, but we can make this whatever we want. It doesn’t have to be complicated, okay?”

“Okay,” he agrees.

Hyunjin leans his face in but hesitates when he notices that you don’t close your eyes in preparation for his kiss. You smile and pull him in the rest of the way, and he smiles back against you, eyes on yours.

When he pulls back, he licks his lips and says slowly, “So… I can sleep here with you tonight then?”

You laugh loudly and shove him away. “Go make sure everyone got the hell out of our apartment, then get your ass back here.”

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[daengtokki]

hi!!! i love the way you write about reader and seungmins intimacy in the deity series. i was wondering for the requests leading up to minnie’s birthday, you could do a little oneshot or blurb about a first kiss between seungmin and reader??? doesn’t have to be related to the deity series at all hehe i just love your writing :)

Thank you anon! Here's a previous first kiss oneshot I did a while back, but I'm happy to write another one! We already know sk!Seungmin/reader's first actual kiss, so I was originally going to do something completely different. Instead, I decided to elaborate on their real first kiss, because it's actually quite important. I can't quite fluff it up, but...

serial killer!Kim Seungmin/afab reader

wc: ~860

rating: um....fluff? dark fluff? angsty fluff... (contains: DEITY themes; sex, death, murder, language, etc)

the difference between these two headers is something

Day 4 of Seungmin's birthday oneshot countdown!

“Hey, sweetheart…look at me,” he runs a soft thumb across your brow, and wipes away a stray tear running down your temple. Seungmin freezes, and the air catches in his throat. “Open your eyes,” he whispers.

It's been a long time since a lifeless body made him feel anything except relief and calm. Right now, his head is exploding with thoughts—it feels like a storm rolling in, slow and terrifying. The low rumble of thunder, and the flashes of light revealing the nighttime things you're not supposed to see...there here are so many parts of Seungmin's mind that he doesn't want to see.

He pulls at your chin until your lips part to listen for the movement of air. Still nothing. “Fuck.” The shakiness of his voice surprises him.

Who the hell are you, and why are you doing this to him? Dying in his bed without his permission. Seungmin doesn't have the time for this, nor the knowledge on how to fix it, but he has no choice. He has to either fix this or face the idea of gathering you up and finding somewhere to dispose of you. For a moment he imagines himself finding his phone and dialing 112, talking to a dispatcher... "I think I accidentally killed the person I was just fucking."

Shut up, he says to himself, but allows a nervous laugh to escape.

He climbs off of you and collapses onto his pillows, but his eyes don’t leave your still body

Why can't he just do that? Disposing of the body is the most important part of his job, so he's gotten very good at it. Looking at you, though...your soft, innocent face, your naked body, the scratch he left on your cheek. Something about rolling you up in his blanket and never seeing any of it ever again makes him want to scream. In some hidden part of his misfiring brain, a little connection is made without him realizing. He looks around at the dark room and sees a few pieces of the clothing he and you both ripped from your body.

Why can't he take it back?

He’s up again and walking on unsteady legs, still weak from the exertion

Is he shaky from the sex, or from fear? Both? The condom is ripped off and tossed to the side as he hunts for his sweatpants and pulls them up each leg.

Seungmin climbs onto the bed again and straddles your waist. Your cheeks are still flushed, and your lips, also still very alive looking, stay ever so slightly parted.

He listens carefully, and watches for the slightest movement in your chest.

he prides himself on his control, but sometimes he does lose himself in the moment

Your neck is still perfect and beautiful—not a single scratch or mark from his savage hands. He runs a soft finger from your jaw to the hollow of your throat, hoping to feel a slow pulse. Nothing. He looks at your lips...“Hey,” he moves a piece of hair away from your damp forehead, places his lips against yours for the very first time, and he fills your lungs with air.

Still so warm, and even softer in your impossibly relaxed state. Once...twice. He pulls away ever so slightly and looks at your closed eyes, not completely closed. He can see the whites of them just beneath your eyelashes from this angle. One more deep breath into you, and then he decides it's probably hopeless; why would any of what's inside of him help you come back? He wipes his thumb over your lips and closes them, but returns one more time for a selfish kiss. Seungmin take your lower lip between his and licks, tastes, and drags his teeth over the skin as he releases you and falls back onto the pillows.

“you see that, Daengmo?” he says, and points its face toward you, “I still can’t do anything right.”

He licks his lips and tries to get more of what he just took from you, but there's nothing left, and he can't make himself return to you for another taste. He's not very good at owning up to his mistakes, especially the big ones.

The bed moves, and Seungmin feels his heart beat against his ribs. He watches, frozen, as your fingers curl around the sheets...and you grip them, so fiercely your knuckles turn white. You don't make a sound, but the steady rise of your chest finally makes him move. He does it as slowly and softly as possible. Hands hover above your face, and he doesn't dare lay a finger on you. Not yet. Before he can think again, your eyes open, and you gasp and cough like you're ridding yourself of something poisonous. He doesn't have to touch you, because you come to him. Seungmin grabs you as you sit up and holds you steady as you gasp for air, but you don't want him. You push back.

Seungmin’s grip tightens on your shoulder, and he lets you fall back on the bed

He's seen plenty of terrified faces, but nothing like yours, because it goes right through him. There is no pleasure in the fear he's created in you.

“No…no, stop”

“I’m not going to hurt you…I promise”

His runs his palm down the cold, clammy skin on your chest, and then back up in a hopeful attempt to soothe something in you.

"Seungmin?"

"I'm sorry"

[noona-clock]

Are You Sure? - Part 2

Genre: Exes to Lovers, Fluff, AU

Pairing: Jungshin x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Epilogue | Words: 2,106

You were so close to the finish line, you could almost taste it.

And, of course, by 'the finish line,' you meant 'the car picking you up at the airport to take you to your hotel.'

You'd gone the whole three-hour flight without seeing or bumping into Jungshin, just as you'd hoped.

(Not quite as you'd hoped, though, because you hadn't want to think about him, either. And you'd done more than a fair bit of that. But, oh well. There was nothing you could do about it now!)

You'd stayed in your seat the whole time, sipping your coffee as slowly as possible so you wouldn't have to get up to use the bathroom. You'd politely lied to your row-mates once the plane landed, telling them you had a connecting flight you had to catch, so could you possibly get out of your seat first? You'd efficiently retrieved your carry-on and filed out of the plane. And once you'd entered the airport, you'd made a beeline to the nearest restroom.

Now, as you were washing your hands and feeling your phone buzz in your pocket as the rideshare notifications came through, you couldn't help but feel a bit relieved. The Universe had thrown a huge wrench in your plans, but you'd pretty much successfully dodged the wrench! Your awkward reunion with Jungshin would proceed as expected -- at the rehearsal dinner tomorrow night in a room full of people you could hide behind, figuratively and physically.

"Take that, Universe," you murmured to yourself, drying your hands with a paper towel. A smug smirk tugged at your lips while you tossed the paper into the trash bin and grabbed the handle of your suitcase.

Honestly, you should've known that being smug about foiling the Universe would only incur its wrath.

You hadn't even taken five steps out of the bathroom before you almost ran into someone, and immediately after a startled gasp slid out of your mouth, your gaze landed on just who that someone was.

Of course.

"Oh, sor -- Y/N."

Unfortunately, your heart skipped a beat when you heard your name spoken by that voice.

His voice.

"...Hi," you responded bluntly yet also very, very awkwardly. You made eye contact for a brief moment, but couldn't make yourself maintain it. At least not at the moment.

"I thought I saw you getting off the plane," Jungshin said, his tone tinged with congeniality. "I don't know why I didn't immediately assume it was you. I knew you'd be coming here for the wedding, I just thought --"

He cut himself off; you simply replied with a close-lipped and tense smile.

How could he be so... normal? Yes, he had always been and always would be a very amiable and outgoing person, but right now? Seeing his ex for the first time since the break-up?

"...How are you?" he asked after searching your face for a few seconds. You still weren't looking at him directly, but you could feel it. Somehow, you could just tell.

"I'm fine," you answered. "My ride is almost here, though, so I have to --"

"Oh!" Jungshin interrupted, quickly checking his watch. "I was just about to call for one, but do you mind if I ride with you? I'll send you half the fare, or I can pay for a ride back here if you want to share again after the wedding?"

Oh my god, please, no. Surely, this was all a dream, right? Or a joke. A very elaborate prank for some television show.

Right?

Jungshin, your ex-boyfriend, wanted to share a car with you on the way to your best friends' wedding after the two of you hadn't spoken or seen each other in months?

But you could feel your phone buzzing over and over in your pocket, so you knew your ride was either here or very, very nearby. You didn't have time to lament over the situation, so you just said, "Okay, sure."

"Great," Jungshin grinned.

You almost let out a string of curses because his grin made your heart skip a beat.

Ugh! You were not supposed to react that way to him anymore!

Instead of cursing or letting on that his grin had affected you, you simply bit the inside of your cheek and began walking to the airport exit to catch your ride. Hopefully, your driver wasn't too mad for having to wait for you!

You immediately decided to walk as quickly as you could to the airport entrance in hopes that it would eliminate any sort of conversation -- but not even two seconds after you began walking, you remembered just how long Jungshin's legs were. He was quite a bit taller than you, and even though you were known among your friends and family for being a pretty fast walker, he had never had any trouble keeping up with you. That, unsurprisingly, had not changed.

What was surprising, though, was that he did not attempt to talk to you while you booked it to the rideshare area.

You know those relationships, romantic or otherwise, where one person is The Yapper and one person is The Listener? The two of you had most decidedly had one of those, and Jungshin had unquestionably been The Yapper.

You could probably go a whole day without speaking a single word to another person (it goes without saying that you did talk to yourself quite a bit, like every normal person. Right?), but Jungshin would probably combust before being able to do that.

Obviously, when the two of you had been together, you hadn't minded his almost constant chit-chat. In fact, you'd adored it. Listening to his stories and musings and theories and questions during movies had been comforting to you. You could've -- and did -- listen to him practically all day with a goofy smile on your lips and hearts in your eyes.

So, the fact he wasn't yapping away now as the two of you raced toward the front of the airport was not only strange... it was kind of disappointing.

The second you realized you were disappointed, you forced that feeling out of your head and heart. At least, you tried to. You were a bit busy dodging other airport-goers and trying to keep your luggage under control, so if you spent too much energy on squashing your disappointment, you would certainly trip or run into someone or drop your suitcase. And there was no way you were going to do any of those things in front of Jungshin.

No, right now, you would just keep your eye on the prize and get to the car as quickly as possible. ...And also pretend that you weren't disappointed about anything in regards to your ex-boyfriend.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of speed walking and making your way through the maze of the airport, you and Jungshine arrived at the entrance to the rideshare area. Of course, as you approached your driver, you apologized profusely for being late and, in turn, thanked him profusely for waiting for you.

Meanwhile, while you were apologizing and thanking and trying to catch your breath, you felt someone gently take your suitcase from your hand and gingerly slide your bag off your shoulder. When you turned to get in the car after your driver assured you for the fifth time it was fine, you saw Jungshin closing the trunk and heading to the opposite side of the car.

Wait, really? ...Jungshin had just done that? He had seen you were busy talking to (see: apologizing and thanking) the driver, so instead of interrupting you to ask for your luggage, he'd just stealthily taken it from you? He'd taken care of business without asking you if he should -- because it had been obvious it was not a good time to ask you?

Something was not right here.

First, he had been thoughtful enough to change his airplane ticket so you wouldn't have to share a plane with him (you weren't fully certain that was the reason he'd done it, of course, but you were telling yourself it was until you were proven otherwise). Second, he packed the trunk with your luggage without asking you if he should.

Jungshin had never been this astute and attentive in your relationship. That had been your thing, and it had eventually worn you down too much that you hadn't been able to continue.

If you were made of sterner stuff, you would ask him about it. But you currently felt as if you'd been put through the emotional wringer, and you were certain you wouldn't be able to handle the answer he gave you.

It wasn't until you felt the car ease into motion that you were able to let out a sigh of relief.

You'd made it.

You'd made it through seeing Jungshin for the first time, talking to Jungshin for the first time. You'd made it through the flight, and you were in the car on the way to the hotel.

Of course, you still had to make it through the actual wedding, but still. This was a good first step.

But then you heard Jungshin inhale quickly and deeply.

This was a telltale sign he was about to say something, so any relief you felt evaporated instantly. You'd have had to suffer a concussion with amnesia to forget that, honestly.

"I know I already asked, but... really, how have you been?" he asked you, his voice quiet.

You simply furrowed your brow and turned your head to look at him. "How have you been?" you asked in return, your tone making it obvious that whatever his answer was would be the same as yours. You weren't the only one going through a break-up, after all.

Jungshin responded with a breathless chuckle, slowly nodding his head. "Got it," he murmured. "Just to be clear, I thought about calling you so many times, I just... wasn't sure if I should."

You furrowed your brow even more, but this time, it was in confusion.

"I didn't think you'd want to talk to me," he explained, obviously interpreting your expression correctly. "At least not yet."

Well, you couldn't say he didn't know you.

I mean, not that breaking up and not seeing or speaking to each other for a few months meant all knowledge and memories of you would suddenly vanish from his head, but... I mean, come on! He shouldn't be able to still read you this easily!

You bit the inside of your cheek for a few seconds before answering him with a wordless shrug.

"I changed my flight for the same reason, but I guess you had the same idea," Jungshin continued, his lips quirked up into a bemused grin.

So, you'd been right. He had changed his flight for thoughtful reasons.

And you had now thought about it so much that you couldn't stop yourself from blurting out, "I don't understand. You didn't really do things like that when we were together unless I asked you."

It hadn't been your intention to scold him, of course, but the expression on his (frustratingly handsome) face morphed into one that made it seem like you had.

"Yeah..." he muttered, lowering his voice even more. "I won't lie, it was a huge wake-up call for me when you left. I didn't realize you having to ask me those things was a burden."

His eye flitted up to the front seat, and when you shifted your gaze to follow his, you saw the driver was very obviously being nosy.

Could you blame him? Absolutely not. You would've done the same thing!

But, still. You weren't one to air your private affairs out in public, and you definitely weren't going to change your ways today.

"Can we have dinner tonight, maybe?" Jungshin murmured.

You simply nodded and mouthed 'Text me later'.

After Jungshin silently gave you a two-fingered salute, you leaned your head back against your seat and closed your eyes.

Just a few minutes ago, you'd let out a sigh of relief and felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You'd felt like you'd made it.

But the prospect of not only seeing Jungshin multiple times and for many hours over the long weekend but also having dinner with him tonight and having to... talk about your feelings? The relief was vanishing. The weight was settling right back on you.

If it weren't for the fact that your best friend, Emily, would soon be the happiest and most beautiful bride to exist, you just might classify the next several days as the most dreaded in your life.

Part 3

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕃𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕟 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ TW: yandere behavior(?), manipulation, slight mentions of deaths

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @qwnelisa @miya-akane @miguelito-maruti-blog

ᵀᴼᴰᴬʸ'ˢ ᴬᴿᵀ : The Late Autumn's Evening Twilight - Shizuku Hinomori

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Apparently, there was a village that was forced to make every person living there flee due to effects of Yokai who appeared few days ago. And you as the brave adventurer and fighter you are, accepted mission with big money reward and decided to try your best at defeating said Yokai!

Village didn't look much abandoned... maybe it's because not much time passed before the citizens moved. You carefully entered the mansion that was apparently location of the whole problem. And you were slightly surprised to find beatiful woman with light blue hair sitting there, as if she was waiting for you.

"Oh? Another one? You're gonna draw a sword at me like everyone else, won't you...?"

She said almost worried as she looked down hurt by the mere thought you want to hurt her. She looked so vulnerable, yet she was the reason whole village had to leave...

"I think it's quite obvious. You caused many problems."

You carefully took each step, not taking your eyes off her while also keeping your guard, in case something from any other side was to attack.

"Eh... I assume it's my time after all... and to think I only wanted to be accepted..."

"Huh? Would you like to elaborate?"

You couldn't help but feel curious and slightly bad about her situation. Did she really meant no bad...? Was she just trying to be nice? But she's a Yokai... what if it's just a big lie?

"I simply wanted to find a... friend. Maybe someone of greater importance to me..."

"And you showed it by scaring everyone away?"

"I never wanted that, please believe me! The only thing I did was care for them... maybe I was a bit too caring...?"

"Like in what way?"

"You know... I know you humans are fragile, so I always made sure they have proper clothing on, so weather won't damage their health... Speaking of which... you look incredibly cold, dear..."

She brought a hand to her cheek as her expression was now one of worry. She quickly scanned you with her eyes before moving to take scarf from behind her.

"Here! Let me wrap it around your neck!"

"No need... I'm actually quite warm-"

"Oh, please... I don't want anything to happen to you... Are you.. scared of me like everyone?"

Her look of worry only deepend and she sounded like she's genuinely gonna cry in a second... you couldn't help but feel a bit guitly for your words. So with gentle sigh and still your guard slightly up, you came over. She didn't seem so bad after all! She sounded and looked like she genuinely wanted to help!

Her sad look soon was replaced by gentle sad smile once you came closer. She wasted no time and put the scarf gently around you, like she was worried it's gonna hurt you if it touches front of your neck even a little bit.

"Hehe~ You look much warmer now! Don't you feel better too?"

"I uh... suppose so?"

You stayed in silence for a little moment, her hands still gripping two ends of the scarf as she just looked you up and down with a bit of an admiring and caring look.

"Is there... anything else?"

"Oh, no! Just... no one ever was as nice as you before~"

"Everyone deserves a second change, don't they?"

"That's so sweet of you~"

Despite you taking small step back, her hands stayed on two ends of scarf in safe grip, even tho it looked like gentle one.

"Would you mind letting go now?"

"But why would I?"

"Excuse me-?"

"I can't let you go... I'm sure you're gonna be the one! After so many failures... you'll survive as my lover, right? I can already feel it! You're so kind and trusting after all~"

Panicking, you quickly used the fact your hands were free and took the sword out, slashing it at her, just for her to take it away mid attack and tossing it right next to some bones...

"You won't be needing that... you're safe with me! I'll take good care of you, I promise~"

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[sehtoast]

Gods Were Made to Be Worshipped (Homelander x Reader)

(18+)

body worship, oral sex, rimming, pegging, dirty talk. warning: fic contains brief mention of gender dysphoria and chest binding (and on that note, Y/n is written as a pre-bottom surgery trans man. physical descriptors are kept to a bare min for reader inclusivity. Y/n also is a knockoff of spiderman lmao)

technically a sample of a fic i'm still in the process of writing. sometimes you just gotta publish that smut chapter, you know? no beta read for this, so sorry in advance if there's any goofy typos

The second time the pair made love, Y/n was taken aback when Homelander jerked away from his attempts to remove the top part of his suit. He stopped immediately, watching John shut his eyes, mumbling out an apology as he reclined against the headboard.

“Are you okay?” Y/n asked, sitting back to give John space. He watched Homelander drag his hands down his face in exasperation.

“It’s fine. Everythings fucking fine,” he replied in a dispirited tone, looking down at his upper half with no lack of disdain.

Y/n recognized the issue immediately. John’s self image issues had swung into play, sweeping away all sense of confidence he’d been carrying just moments ago. Y/n tilted his head to the side, “Hm… Tell me. Please?”

Y/n watched Homelander run through his typical facial expressions of exasperation and discomfort when he was forced to confront unpleasant feelings. A scoff, a roll of his eyes, a shake of the head as he bit back a breath.

“I don’t…” John began, furrowing his brow as he stopped, looking at Y/n instead and tossing his hands up. “I don’t fucking know!” That wasn’t true. He does know. But how could he explain it? How could he tell Y/n that he failed to find worth in an aspect of himself? That a bad day on set reminded him of just how much he loathes what was under that suit of his.

“John,” Y/n began, his voice gentle and soothing, “talking about hard things is how we get better at dealing with them.” The web-head was kicking himself on the inside. If his childhood therapist could only hear him now, practically parroting her… He reached out, delicately taking Homelander’s hands in his own. “I won't ever force you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, okay? But, please. Talk to me.”

“What the fuck do you want from me, huh?! W-what, do you want me to sit here and tell you I’m not good enough? That- that this fucking suit is all that makes me look right? Makes me look like I should?!”

There it was. The bursting of the dam.

Homelander bit his lip, the point of his tooth just barely puncturing his skin despite the force. If he were a normal man, he’d have torn clean through it. He shook his head aggressively. John didn’t know why he threw the blame of the situation onto Y/n just then. Pride, perhaps.

No, it was definitely his pride.

A part of him softened when he saw the way Y/n just continued watching him, seemingly unaffected by his outburst. The truth burned in the back of his throat as the kind eyes before him pulled it free.

“You… No one’s ever…” John lost the words somewhere inside, trapped by his own refusal to admit he’s inadequate. Gods aren’t meant to be substandard, but he certainly was. Homelander looked down at himself once more. “My body isn’t- it’s not fucking good enough!”

Y/n remained silent, only raising an eyebrow to encourage John to elaborate.

“I’m supposed to be- I should be shredded! Strongest man in the world, and I’m like a fucking twig. How do you explain that?” He was rambling, the words spilling out faster than he could consider them. “I can’t even get bigger, I’ve tried- fuck I’ve tried! A-all these actors, these other supes, they roll up to set looking better than me in every fucking way, and all I can do is run around in fake fucking rubber muscles to match them!”

So that was it, Y/n thought to himself. Today’s shoot must have been hard… Y/n watched John carefully, still holding tight to his hands, hoping that the contact would provide him with an anchor, something steadying and grounding.

“I took it off once, for Madelyn- years ago… I’ll never forget the way she fucking laughed at me.” His words were bitter and angry, but the way he was only looking down at himself let Y/n know that all of those feelings were directed at himself. He felt, truly, that he was the root of the problem. “You’re the only one who’s ever-”

He was cut off by Y/n pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles.

“Do you remember our first time together?” Y/n asked.

“Of course I-" John scoffed, "What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”

“Do you remember what I told you?”

“I-” he sputtered.

“I think you are so, so beautiful,” Y/n murmured, looking directly into John’s eyes, “and you don’t need to have the body of some Greek god to be that way. I promise. You’re perfect the way you are, and I’ll tell you every day if I have to.”

If Homelander only knew just how deeply Y/n understood his plight. Sure, it was from a wildly different situation, but John’s body image issues reminded the web-head an awful lot of his own past sufferings with intense dysphoria. Wearing a binder, sacrificing his physical comfort for the sake of security and peace in his self image. How every reminder of what was hidden beneath would twist like a knife in his heart, sending his mind to war with his physical vessel almost immediately. He wondered if that was similar to how John felt. A disconnect made so much worse when the bandaid was torn away to reveal the wound underneath.

For Y/n, there was, thankfully, an escape from his pain. For John, it seemed the opposite. And for that reason, Y/n bore a unique empathy for his situation.

“I’m more than happy to show you,” Y/n squeezed his hands. “If you want me to.”

Homelander analyzed Y/n down to his blood pressure. Not a single fucking sign of a lie. Not a stutter of deceit in his heart. His little spider meant every word. John’s eyes stung, and he looked away for a moment. He believed Y/n, but he wanted the web-head to prove that he meant every word.

“I… Show me.” John’s voice came out in a whisper as he pulled Y/n forward to straddle him, capturing his little spider in a desperate, breathy kiss. “Show me,” he repeated.

“May I?” Y/n traced his hand down the back zipper of Homelander’s suit.

John nodded.

“Shut your eyes for me…” Y/n’s words came as a murmur, sweet and gentle against the shell of Homelander’s ear.

John obeyed. In no time, the top of his suit was removed, and Y/n’s hands were running over the expanse of his chest, one resting just above his heart while the other trailed up to his face, a fingertip nudging at his lips. He parted his mouth, allowing the intrusion with a soft moan, instantly sucking gently on the digit.

Y/n remained still in his lap, opting to let John continue fixating on the thumb in his mouth. He’d realized Homelander had an oral fixation of sorts during their first time, and he was certainly going to indulge him. Not that it was a problem for Y/n. Feeling John’s tongue lave over his finger was certainly a delight.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” Y/n stated firmly, slipping his thumb into Homelander’s mouth just a tad further. A groan reverberated around his digit, and he withdrew it slightly only to push it back in again, repeating the motion a few times before replacing his thumb with his pointer and middle fingers to mimic the same pattern, coaxing more gentle noises from John. “Do you like that?”

Homelander nodded, his eyes half-lidded as he ran his tongue between Y/n’s fingers. His cock twitched when Y/n pushed his fingers in further, almost reaching the back of his tongue.

“Good boy.”

At those words, Homelander whined pitifully, swallowing around Y/n’s fingers and moving forward, engulfing them just past the base of the knuckles, gagging just slightly.

Oh my god… This fucking guy. Y/n thought to himself, gulping thickly at the sight. He used the fingers in John’s mouth to tilt his head back, exposing his neck to lick a stripe over his pulse point. Y/n blew cold air over the trail, feeling John moan against him, and he began to nip at the skin, biting with more force than he’d ever used before.

Homelander’s hands moved on their own at the sensation, grabbing at Y/n’s waist to steady himself. His little spider was so close, just teetering on the edge of a bite strong enough to do more than simply tickle. His cock was painfully hard at this point. The digits in his mouth withdrew slowly, and Homelander whined in disappointment, trailing the strands of saliva that followed the web-head’s fingertips. He watched Y/n move away from him, off to the side.

“Lay back for me.”

John obeyed immediately, shimmying down the bed to position himself as Y/n said.

“Look at you…” Y/n began, his hands running up John’s sides in a ghostly light touch, making the most powerful man in the world shiver. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You look like the fucking sun.”

John’s lust glazed eyes softened, and he watched Y/n’s gaze run up and down his form.

“You’re absolutely ethereal,” Y/n ran his fingers down Homelander’s stomach, following the trail of hair leading to his groin. He hooked a finger under the waistband of John’s pants, looking up at him expectantly. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

Homelander nodded fervently, panting in anticipation.

“C’mon, John. I wanna hear you say it. You’re beautiful.”

“I’m beautiful,” Homelander mimicked, his voice breathy and deep. The finger under his waistband delved a little further. “I’m beautiful,” he repeated, seeking the same result.

“Yes, you are,” Y/n agreed, withdrawing his finger from the band of John’s pants, moving to straddle him instead. He got to work immediately, pinning Homelander’s hands above his beautiful blonde head and leaning down to tongue at a nipple.

Just like last time, John keened, arching into the feeling for more.

Y/n secured Homelander’s wrists together with one hand- regardless of the fact his hold could easily be broken- and went to work with his alternate, thumbing and pinching at John’s other nipple, alternating between teasing the rosy bud and taking handfuls of his pectoral.

Y/n hummed, grinning against John’s heaving chest. “I could play with you like this all day, y’know.”

Homelander clenched his fists, but didn’t fight Y/n’s hold on him.

“I look at you all the time and think about just putting my mouth on you. Anywhere, really. Your chest,” he ran his tongue flat over John’s nipple once more, “your neck,” he trailed up to leave another bite, “but I’ll tell ya…”

John’s eyes were beginning to glow a dim crimson.

“Back before we first fucked, I’d get off all the time to the thought of tasting you.” Y/n grinned down at him, staring straight into his heated eyes. “I’d always think about what it’d be like to suck you off,”

John raised his hips, seeking out friction.

“To have you gag me until I was a fucking mess. Sometimes, though…” Y/n trailed off, smiling deviously at the way John’s lips parted in anticipation. “Sometimes, I’d think about what it’d be like to eat you out…”

Homelander whimpered loudly.

“And you know why I’d always be thinking about this?” Y/n rolled his hips, grinding down on John’s throbbing cock. “Because you’re just so fucking gorgeous that you tease me by just existing. That night I rubbed your back and saw you got hard from it? Took everything I had not to tear your fucking pants off, John.” Y/n leaned down to bring him into a sloppy, heated kiss. The web-head could feel the warmth radiating from under John's eyelids.

“Would you like me to tongue fuck you?”

“Yes!” John cried out, throwing his head back against the bed, “please, fuck! Please!”

Y/n began unzipping Homelander’s pants immediately, practically ripping them off along with his red briefs.

Y/n watched intently as John grasped himself, thumbing at the tip of his cock to spread his precum, gripping his shaft to pump it, holding eye contact with him the entire time.

“Don’t cum yet.”

John winced at the command, releasing himself. He was so close.

“Good boy,” Y/n praised, watching Homelander’s cock twitch in response. He’d found out about John’s praise kink in the oddest way. A simple ‘atta boy’ one night had made him turn red and softened his demeanor almost instantly. He was sure John would jump his bones when he came out of it, but Y/n ended up chasing down sirens shortly after- much to his own dismay.

“Roll over for me. Ass up.”

John complied, burying his face in the bed as he put himself on display for Y/n.

“Oh my fucking god,” Y/n breathed, biting his lip in excitement. This was every fucking fantasy he’d ever had about Homelander come to fruition.

“Am I?” John asked cheekily, breaking from his needy haze for a split second.

Y/n grasped both of Homelander’s ass cheeks, kneading them softly. “You are. You have no idea how many times I've imagined this.” Before Homelander could respond, Y/n was already burying his face in his ass, tonguing gently at his hole.

John whined, the pitch of it endearing and cute as Y/n pushed his tongue against the tight muscle of his hole. He reached back, his hands overlapping Y/n’s to help hold himself open, rocking back into the wet intrusion. He’d never admit to it, but getting rimmed had long been a fantasy of his. Having someone work him open, maybe even with a finger or two, and tongue fuck him until he was a wet, whining, pitiful mess. Giving up his power, trusting the other person enough to take it without abusing it. That was the real fantasy, and Homelander never thought it would happen- until now. He'd found that person he could trust. John was grinning broadly with delight, letting Y/n coax all sorts of noises from him.

“Y/n,” John gasped at the feeling of that wonderful, wonderful tongue finally slipping in fully. “F-finger…” his voice was shaky, needy. Desperate. He was so desperate.

Homelander felt the digit circle around his hole for a moment, teasing him sweetly before sinking in slowly. He pushed back immediately, wanting it deeper.

Y/n stared at the god of supes in amazement, watching Homelander fuck himself on his finger. “You like that, huh?” Y/n teased, crooking his finger to rub against John’s prostate, grinning deviously at the way he nearly shouted out in response. “You like fucking yourself on me?”

John nodded his head against the sheets, gritting his teeth.

“Say it,”

“I li- ah, I like f-fucking myself on y-you,” he babbled, still rocking back to seek more.

“Tell me what you want,” Y/n ordered. He had no idea what possessed him to become so fucking demanding with John. He felt almost feral, and all of Homelander’s needy noises only exacerbated the feeling.

“A-another,” he gasped, “please- more, please.”

Y/n added his middle finger, thrusting deeper into him. He fingerfucked John for a few minutes more, the whines and moans sending sparks of arousal down to his core, his slick leaking out all over his underwear. God, he wanted to flip Homelander over and just ride him relentlessly, to bounce all over his cock until John spilled into him.

A part of his mind begged to differ. There was something far more fun that he could try.

“John, honey,” Y/n cooed, pressing against Homelander’s sweet spot. “You know… I could fill you up even more. If you want.”

Homelander lifted his head and looked back with hot eyes. Below him, the sheets were scorched from the heat of them. “D-do it.” His tone was so needy- so shaky, he could hardly recognize it.

Y/n withdrew his fingers and reached over into his nightstand, fumbling around for a minute before producing a dildo. “Just a second…” Y/n stepped away for a minute, fumbling around in his closet, producing a pair of pack-and-play underwear he never got around to unboxing. He stripped down, putting the garment on in place of his boxer briefs, and slotted the dildo into place. It fit awkwardly, but it’d certainly do the job.

John had rolled over, watching with excitement at what was coming. He licked his lips, imagining what it'd be like to swallow more than just Y/n’s fingers.

“C-can I,” he began, his tongue darting out to his lips once more.

“Hm?” Y/n looked at him expectantly.

“I wanna…” Homelander paused for a minute, testing the words in his mouth, “suck… on you.”

The web-head grinned almost instantly, leaping across the room to kneel on the bed before Homelander. “Help yourself,” he encouraged as he gently took Homelander by the back of the neck, bringing his head close to the silicone cock. He watched John suck at the tip, focusing on it for a long minute before taking the shaft further and further into his mouth, stopping when it got to be too much. “Y’know,” Y/n spoke as he ran his hands through Homelander’s hair, “I used to fuck myself with this thing nearly every night because of you.”

John moaned around him loudly at the confession, and Y/n began to rock his hips in response.

“I bet with those super senses of yours, you can still taste me on it.”

Homelander grasped Y/n’s hips and yanked him forward, pushing the web-head’s cock further down his throat, gagging as it hit the back. He pulled away, strings of saliva trailing from his lips as he looked up at Y/n.

“I would fucking pound myself with it, imagining it was you,” Y/n gripped John by the jaw firmly, yet sweetly. “Could never compare to the real thing though. You were so fucking gorgeous losing control when you fucked me. Couldn’t stop yourself, could you?” He slid back into Homelander’s mouth before he could reply.

“And now, I’m gonna fuck you with it. Really coming full circle, y’know?” Y/n let John continue sucking at his cock, watching the spit drip from his chin as he lost himself in the act. He waited until Homelander had satiated his fixation before nudging him back to lay down on the bed. “Look at you…”

John’s eyes were half lidded, and, if not for the white hot glow of his pupils, they’d be utterly clouded with lust. Drool trailed from his parted lips, and his chest heaved with panted breaths. Homelander’s cock sat heavy and miserably hard against his lower belly, twitching upward on occasion, trailing a string of precum when it did.

Y/n ran his finger down the length of John’s cock, trailing down over his balls and perineum to sink back into his ass. He scissored his fingers gently and reached back into his nightstand drawer to produce a bottle of lube.

“Is this still what you want?”

“Fuck me," Homelander gasped as cold fingers slicked his hole. "I need you to fuck me."

Y/n slid the tip in first, watching John gasp and grab at the blankets, instinctively spreading his legs wider to accommodate the intrusion. The web-head stilled, letting Homelander adjust for a moment before inching in further, eliciting a deep groan with every movement until he was completely buried in John’s ass. He leaned down to capture John's lips with his own, swallowing up every little sound that escaped from his lover. Y/n poured every once of love he had into the act. He prayed that Homelander could feel it.

Homelander wouldn’t last very long, and Y/n knew it. But it wasn’t about that. His longevity had nothing to do with this. This was about making him feel good, making him feel loved, appreciated, wanted, adored. And so, with every thrust, Y/n was stroking John’s cock, praising him, cooing sweet nothings into the air as the man below him fell apart.

When Homelander came, his eyes widened and a beam of heat escaped from them, scorching a blackened streak across the ceiling. His cries were like music to Y/n’s ears as he babbled through each burst of pleasure coursing through his body.

Y/n stilled inside of John, watching him catch his breath. The web-head danced his fingers through the ribbons of cum coating Homelander’s abdomen, bringing them up to parted lips now mindlessly whispering appreciations.

Homelander moaned around Y/n’s fingers, tasting himself. His mind had gone blank and his eyelids felt heavy despite the weightless feeling of the rest of his body. Gentle kisses were pressed to his face, but he could barely register them. Words were dancing around him, but he could barely hear them. Time itself seemed to have stilled until the world slowly faded back into his senses.

Clouded eyes opened to stare up at Y/n, who had been watching with the sweetest look on his face.

“How do you feel?” Y/n asked, gently pulling his fingers from John’s mouth.

“S’good…” he slurred, still riding the haze.

Y/n traced the curve of John’s cheekbone, slowly withdrawing from his hole and stripping the makeshift strap-on off.

Homelander winced weakly at the sudden emptiness, but his complaint ceased when he felt Y/n snuggle into him, entwining their legs together.

“Get some sleep,” Y/n whispered. “You deserve to rest.”

He tried to refuse, tried to tell Y/n that they weren’t done yet until he’d taken care of him in return. Instead, he was cut off by the tender press of Y/n's lips to his own.

“Worry about me later. This was for you. As long as you feel good, I feel good.”

Homelander wanted to argue back, but his eyelids grew heavier and heavier with every passing second until he faded away sweetly into dreams almost as beautiful as he felt.

[dalishthunder]

Destiny Waits for No One

Chapter 5 - Embers

Pairing: Eventual Nebarra/LDB (gender neutral reader)

Rating: Mature

Words: 1452

Additional Info: Slow Burn, Frenemies to lovers, Lots of Trauma

Mirmulnir.

That was its name.

You weren't quite sure how you knew, but it echoed in your thoughts, bouncing around your skull in the night;Tossing and turning and trying to find sleep.

Skin crackling and blistering under the heat.

He wasn't the one who had burned down Helgen.

You tried your best to focus on the slow breaths of Xelzaz and Khash, listen to the rhythm, try to mimic it.... But after several hours you found yourself tiptoeing over them and back into the main room of the inn. The fire was mostly embers, casting a warm dim light on the ceiling. Stretching, you made your way over to a table, rubbing some of the crust from your eyes.

"Well don't you look like a skeever's nest."

You whipped around, heart pounding. You hadn't even noticed Nebarra sulking in the corner. "Hey."

He hadn't removed his helmet, holding a bottle of wine with a straw sticking out of it.

...Weirdo.

No... that was unpleasant of you.

You wished you could will yourself to care.

You sat down on a bench, staring into the glowing coals... thoughts drawn to Helgen once more. If there were already two dragons out there... how many more were you looking at? Dragons were supposed to be extinct... and now they were burning down villages and decimating the countryside without abandon.

How many more souls would fit in you?

Would you still even be the same per-

"You know, you throw a mean right hook, I'll give you that." Nebarra's voice jolted you from your thoughts again.

You stared at him for a moment before the words registered in your brain. "Oh... thanks."

"Even if it was sloppy."

You rolled your eyes, returning your gaze to the embers.

And despite your still smoldering resentment about the way he's spoken to Xelzaz, you found yourself speaking after a long moment of silence, "I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot again."

"Oh, really? And here I thought we were getting along so well." He drawled, taking a long sip of his wine.

Sighing, you leaned back against the table. "I'm not sorry for punching you."

"Ohoho, your diplomacy knows no bounds."

"Talk shit get hit." You replied simply. "But I do hope that we can start over."

"If you're trying to make friends again, I suggest you look elsewhere." The elf drank some more of his wine. "But something tells me that locals won't be interested in hiring me, so I'll settle for traveling with you for now.... And also the whole you saved my life thing."

"I guess I can work with that... for now." You crossed your arms and looked over at him and gave him a wolfish smile. "I'll wear you down with my charm eventually."

He snorted. "Charm. Right."

"I would at least like to get to know you better if we're going to be traveling companions though."

"I... suppose that's fair." He grumbled.

"So, you're not from Skyrim, I'm assuming."

"Gods no." The scorn in his voice was palpable.

The corners of your lips tugged up in the ghost of a smile. "Well, where are you from then?"

"An isolated farm on Auridon."

You waited a good long while before you realized that that he wasn't going to elaborate further. You had only just met... and you had punched him..... You supposed the terseness shouldn't have been surprising.

"Where's Auridon?"

You could feel the reproach rolling off him in waves despite his impassive mask hiding his expression. "People up in the boonies really are dumb, aren't they?"

You grabbed a tankard and chucked it at his head. It clanked against the metal, clattering to the ground.

"Wow... really mature. You're lucky I owe you a life debt or I'd take your hand for that."

"Awww, Nebby wants to hold hands?" Your grin was sharp.

"Careful now, Dragonborn, lest you speak your own desires into existence."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Gross."

He snickered at that, letting out a yawn after a moment and you just returned to watching the flames idly... It was amazing how something so beautiful and deadly was so necessary for survival.

"You should probably turn in for the night." You breathed into the stale inn air, not turning to look at your tenuously welcome companion.

"There aren't any rooms left," Replied Nebarra.

"You can take my bed."

He nearly choked on his wine, "I may enjoy the Dibellan arts, but you're really not my type."

You raised an eyebrow as you looked at him. "What?"

"Oh, you meant literally."

"What did you think I meant?"

"It appears subtlety isn't your strong suit."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "Look, I'm trying to be polite here. Can't... can't you just work with me?"

"I'm not sleeping in a room full of lizards," He sneered.

"You know, I'm really starting to get why most nords hate elves," You bit back. "You've got your head stuffed so far up your arse that you can't even accept kindness- I..." A sigh escaped your lips. "Do whatever you want.... I'm not fighting you on this."

He didn't respond, and you returned your gaze to the floor, a shriek echoing in your mind.... For a moment, you'd almost forgotten that you carried them within your heart.

You weren't quite sure how long you sat there like that, but the bench groaned as somene sat beside you. "Mornin', Trouble."

You shook off the stupor and gave him a smile. "Morning, Kai. Sleep okay?"

"Can't complain. How are you holdin' up?" He must have noticed the bags under your eyes. "Did you sleep at all?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Didn't sleep well, but someone had to make sure the tavern didn't burn down." You rubbed at your face, casting a furtive glance to where Nebarra had passed out in his chair.

Bandits stopped you on the road, but it didn't take much effort to wipe them off the map. And you had to admit, you weren't sure who was the better swordsman between Kaidan and Nebarra. You’d had every intention of allowing them to go if they surrendered… but neither of them were the sort to show mercy.

"Well, we can rest up again when we're in Redwood." Kaidan placed his hand on your shoulder, "It's only a half day's travel or so from here."

Nodding, you stood and stretched, grabbing a quick bite to eat before waking everyone up and heading out.

“Do you think they’d treat you just the same if you were weaker than them?” Kai had asked, a knowing look on his face as he took you in. Lucifer and Nebarra had taken the bodies off the side of the road, and while Nebarra seemed keen to just let them rot, it didn’t feel right to you.

“I know… I just….” You couldn’t meet his eyes.

“You’ve done a service to Skyrim. They could have picked up any trade they’d wanted, but they chose to cut innocent people down for coin instead because it was easy. There’s no reasoning with that.” Your friend placed a hand on your shoulder and gave you a smile, and though it was comforting, you didn’t miss the blood splatter on his cheek.

You nodded, “You’re probably right.”

But you already knew their faces were seared into your mind.

They all were.

The way Xelzaz carved the bodies up both horrified and fascinated you.

“It would be a shame to waste fresh ingredients.” He’d said when you asked, and he did have a point. It was better than them just… rotting away. So you worked with him to gather their hearts and flesh, burying what you knew you wouldn’t be able to use before rot set in.

Khash was relatively vocal in her displeasure of your desecration of the bodies, but it was either that just let them uselessly decompose. At least they could help the world in death in a way they couldn’t in life.

The gurgling of blood in their throats as they choked on it faded into the chorus of screams as you entered the gates of Riverwood.

With a deep breath, you steeled yourself, hesitating only briefly before knocking on Alvor’s door. It took a moment for him to greet you, a mug in his hand, everyone sat around the table.

“I’m sorry.” You said softly, “I did not tell you the whole truth of what happened with Hadvar….”

The flames licked around you, Hadvar’s hand closing around your own as he ushered you into the keep. How many had you seen erupt around you?

“Divines have mercy….” Sigrid had whispered as you recounted everything you could.

You weren’t sure they did.

[h4zardousch3micals]

Performance of a lifetime - 2

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Heyyy look who wrote a thing again! I've only got two things to say this time:

1) Aaaaaa thank you Caldin and Mew for your incredibly kind words <3 <3 <3

2) Yes I will be throwing in a bunch of oc's I can justify to you why it's crucial for the narrative but I won't because teehee spoilers

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"THIS IS TOO HARD! I CAN'T DO IT!" Plixie howled. In a fit of juvenile rage, they flung the juggling balls across the room, causing a few to rebound and come flying back their direction. They ducked - wings fluttering desperately - to avoid the onslaught but a few still hit them with a loud 'BONK!'

"Please, just try again." Leyera muttered, not even looking up from her current task: untangling an extremely matted string of fairy lights.

"NO! I DON'T WANNA!" The plasma monster thrashed furiously in midair, before landing specifically to stomp their foot on the ground like an angry bunny. A few frustrated tears leaked from their wide eyes.

The little temper tantrum was enough to get the gloptic's full attention, "I swear, Plixie, you are driving me up the wall..."

"Look, how about I demonstrate it for you again? Here..." They dropped the mound of knotted lights and psychically levitated the juggling balls into their grasp. They were able to throw and catch at least five of them simultaneously without even looking, "See how I'm doing this scooping motion when I toss it? Try doing that."

This only seemed to upset Plixie even more, "IT'S NOT FAIR, LEYERA! YOUR ARMS ARE LONGER!"

"You can fly!" Leyera protested, pressing one tentacle to her closed eye in her equivalent of a facepalm. She exhaustedly muttered to herself, "...I spent all last night working myself half to death because our only other fortune-teller Tye-dye left the show, and this is the thanks I get?"

"What's a fortune-teller?" Plixie tilted their head to one side and their eyes glittered with curiosity, apparently that was the only part of her angry little rant they actually heard.

"I've explained it to you before..?" They grumbled.

"Yeah, but I wanna hear it again."

"I will never understand little kids..." She shook her head to clear it and begrudgingly elaborated, "A fortune-teller is a monster who can tell other monsters what will happen to them in the future and tell that what they should do about it."

"Woah!" Plixie's wings flapped excitedly, "How do you do that?!"

The magical monster seemed a bit less bothered by the injustices of the world now that they were discussing something familiar to them, "Well, there's lots of different ways. There's looking into crystal balls, there's tracking the movement of the stars, I specialise in palm reading, kind of ironic since I don't have any but, heh..."

"Cool! Cool!" They squeaked, hopping about as though this was the most fascinating information they had ever heard. Then, an idea crossed their mind and their face lit up, "Can you tell me MY future?"

"Uh, sorry kid, but I'm really not supposed to, Fennec's orders." She muttered. Fennec had been firm (well, as firm as Fennec can be) that she was under strict orders to only use her psychic powers for those who approached her booth during opening hours, lest she drain her magical energy stores.

"PLEASE!" Plixie took flight again and hovered as close to the Gloptic's eye as possible, hoping that their adorable face would persuade them.

"Come on, not the puppy-dog eyes..." Leyera protested. They had always had a hard time not giving in to the puppy-dog eyes...

"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

"Okay, okay: I'll do it!" She threw her tentacles up in the air in defeat, "...If you promise to practice some more afterwards."

"Deal!" They nodded profusely.

"Deal, give me your hand," Plixie's palm was so small, it was hard for Leyera to find any of the tell-tale lines they used to predict fortunes, "Oh, wow, it's so tiny!"

"Hehehe!" The plasma monster giggled, having already forgotten about their earlier upset.

"Hmm, well, this line here tells me that you express your emotions freely." She said, pointing to a long line across their entire palm.

"What does that mean?" They tilted their head to one side.

"It means that you like to say how you feel and don't try to hide it," She replied.

"Oh! Oh oh oh! Yeah! That sounds like me!"

"You don't say?" They rolled their eye, then turned their attention to a curving, sloped line in the middle of their hand, "And this one, this one tells me that you're very creative."

"And this one..." Leyera went froze as though she were a robot that had ran out of battery. For a few moments, they stared blankly ahead as though gazing into a distant future - a future not at all pleasant.

"What? What does it mean?!"

"It... It doesn't mean anything important," They eventually admitted, looking away.

Plixie folded their arms again and stomped a little more, "Aww, that's boring! You should make it something cooler!"

"What? That's not how it works—"

"Please! I wanna be a big, strong monster that can destroy entire islands!"

"That isn't..." She grumbled, "Ugh, fine. This line says that you'll one day be a big, strong monster that can destroy entire islands. Now can we please go back to juggling like you promised?"

"Nooo... Ugh, fine..."

—

It was late, long past closing time. A pale moon hung gloomily amongst the glittering stars like a giant spotlight. Hardly a monster seemed to stir, until...

"You're just being hysterical!" The voice was distant and muffled - almost impossible to decipher - and yet the pure, bitter disgust in their tone was enough to make the voice seem as loud as thunder.

"Huh..?" Syncopite drearily sat up, blinking rapidly to quell their sleepiness. They had already been struggling to properly get some rest, and the occasional faint argument sound was doing them no favours - but now their curiosity was piqued.

Driven by intrigue, they got up and waddled over to their friend's room and knocked once... twice... No response.

"Pppsst, Hornacle, can you hear that?" They whispered, pushing the door open with their foot.

Hornacle was silent for a few moments, before slowly murmuring, "Ugh... No, Soxy, I don't want to eat the vegetables..."

Oh. She's sleep-talking. Looks like they're gonna have to figure this one out alone...

They slowly followed the source of the noise; every tiny little creak or thud made them flinch. Eventually as the noises got closer, it became apparent that there were two monsters speaking and they were arguing intensely. Thinking quickly, they dashed behind a nearby storage create so they wouldn't be spotted.

"I'm telling you, I know what I saw!" The first voice insisted: weary yet stern, "That line, it's not good! It can only mean..."

"Leyera, I know your fortune-telling is very important to you, but you can't let it dictate what we do around here..." The other replied. Syncopite knew that voice well, it was Fennec.

They slowly peeked out from behind the box, eventually spotting the two older monsters standing under the light of a single lamp. The air was thick with tension: Leyera seemed both furious and anxious while Fennec was somehow even more frightened than he usually was.

"Very important? Very important?! It's more than 'very important', Fennec, it's my entire life!"

Fennec flinched, pressing his body low to the ground. His ears were pinned back and his tail was between his legs. He quietly replied, "I know, but Audrey says..."

"No! Listen to me!" She snarled, "I've been doing this for years! Over a decade, even. I know my way around a palm reading, and the future is not bright for that kid!"

Both went quiet again, glaring at eachother bitterly as though they could break into a fight at any moment. Fennec trembled wildly, his fur standing on end like a frightened cat; Leyera stared at him with a strange, almost pleading look in her eye.

Eventually, he worked up the courage to say, "Leyera, I'm going to be as gentle as possible when I say this but you're acting crazy. Maybe you just read it wrong, or maybe it isn't accurate because it's not real—"

"OH REALLY?! I'M THE ONE ACTING CRAZY WHEN YOU THINK THOSE KIDS ARE G—"

"Stop fighting! Please!" Syncopite bolted out of their hiding space and hurled themselves between the monsters in a desperate attempt to shield one or both should things get worse.

"Syncopite?!" "Kid?!" They both yelled at the same time.

"I..." Unable to quickly think of an explanation, Syncopite looked down at their stubby feet, "I don't like it when monsters fight."

Fennec was the first to react, approaching the crystal monster and patting them with a colourful paw. It felt a little condescending, but it was better than nothing.

"Oh, we weren't fighting, sweetheart." He soothed, eager to quell the tension in the air, "We were just having a... friendly discussion."

"A friendly discussion about how you won't heed my warnings..." Leyera muttered ominously.

"Yes, that... Look, it doesn't concern you, kid. You should go back to sleep."

"But—" They couldn't just leave it at that! Clearly both monsters were very passionate about the issue - it needed to be resolved!

Fennec whipped his head around to stare at the Glopitc, shivering slightly, "See, Leyera? You're frightening the poor things!"

"What? I didn't mean to, I—" They sighed defeatedly, slumping to the point where it looked as though they might melt into an exhausted puddle at any moment, "...Fine. Syncopite? Fennec? I'm sorry. I was wrong. I won't bring it up again."

"But you were just-" Syncopite protested, baffled.

"I know, but I was wrong. Please, it's too late for this..."

"But—"

"No buts!" With a flick of her two-toned feeler, Leyera effortlessly lifted the crystal monster into the air with their psychic powers.

"Wh— HEY! PUT ME DOWN!" Syncopite squealed as the ground seemed to disappear underneath them. Their stubby legs flailed uselessly in midair and the magnetic stones that usually floated peacefully around them spun as though they were caught in a tornado. They hated every second of it: they couldn't get away, they couldn't run, they couldn't hide!

"Leyera! Stop it!" Fennec cried, trying to sound firm but stuttering and stammering the whole way through, "What's wrong with you?"

Leyera hesitated, but she didn't have the energy to argue back anymore and just let them go, careful to levitate the crystal monster gently to the ground instead of dropping them, "Yes. Sorry, Fennec. I'm an awful monster."

He didn't rebute their claim.

"Come on, Syncopite," Fennec instructed. He padded quietly towards the exit and beckoned the little monster, "It's late."

Syncopite's need to obey their trainer overrid their courage, but their little mind still swam with questions as they hobbled after him, "But, wait! What about—?"

"Leyera realised the error of their ways and apologized. There is nothing more to discuss." He replied, crimson eyes dull and weary with tiredness.

Syncopite wanted to object, but they had a feeling that any complaint they had would be quickly dismissed. Maybe they were overthinking this; maybe they were wrong; maybe it would just be for the best to not think about it any longer...

They didn't dare utter a word as the ethereal monster ushered them back to their room, leaving an uncomfortable silence as Fennec's paws hardly made a sound on the cold floor.

"Remember, we only want what's best for you." He muttered as he shuffled away, leaving Syncopite to try and get back to sleep despite their racing thoughts. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day... Hopefully...

[spacefaxy]

"I'm sorry, he should've been here by now." Dr. Lain said, tapping their foot and checking their watch. "He's NEVER this late..."

Lain pulled up a chair to the monitor and started flipping through news channels while I watched, only lightly gagged with a clean, breathable cloth. News about my absence was sparse. Dr. Lain's shoulders eventually slumped, and they sighed.

"Are you hungry, thirsty? Or would you rather just go home?" They asked as they untied my gag and other restraints.

"Yeah, dinner sounds nice actually," I reply, stretching out my arms and legs before standing up.

"Come then," they gesture, and we walked through their lair.

After stepping into the elevator, I turned to the Dr. and asked them, "Where do you think he's at?"

Dr. Lain's composure broke slightly for a moment before returning with a slight scowl. "I don't know. I have drones out looking for him. He should've been here, on time, as he usually is, it's how this whole thing is supposed to work. I kidnap you, he comes over, we fight, he wins, and you go home. It's like my one social interaction for the week."

Lain rubbed their temples as the elevator door opened, revealing a decently comfortable looking, though small, apartment. "Make yourself at home, I suppose," they said quietly, taking off their coat, revealing a surprisingly feminine form I hadn't noticed before, and hanging it up by the door before proceeding toward the kitchen. At the threshold, they stopped suddenly, and turned back to me. "Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why stay here instead of going home? Even if just for a meal?"

"I don't know. I should hate you for the frequent kidnappings, and the havoc that's been wreaked over my life as a result, but despite that you're the only one who's ever been nice to me."

Dr. Lain tilted their head, puzzled.

"Like. Okay. Kidnapping someone is super bad, right? But you've always made sure my home is either undamaged, or fixed by the time I get there. You've always used really comfortable restraints, when you could've used cheaper, less comfortable stuff. You've never actually hurt me."

"I try not to, it's not you I'm after," they spoke quietly, leaning against the wall.

"I know."

"But you don't hate me?"

"No, it's usually fun actually. My friends don't believe me, keep telling me I need therapy and such. Stockholm Syndrome or something. Maybe I should, but not for this."

Dr. Lain had folded their arms by now, listening patiently.

"I actually don't like it when the hero 'rescues' me. He's rough about it. He drops me off wherever, and I have to make it back home from wherever I am in the city."

"He doesn't even make sure you get home safe?" Dr. Lain stood straight again.

"Nope! And that's not even talking about his presentation when he gets here. You've got this elaborate smoke and laser show, a music playlist, your drones do background choreographed dancing during the fight, it's a fucking spectacle every time. But this hero can't even be bothered to try to match that? It's kinda disrespectful if you ask me."

"I know right?" Dr. Lain perks up suddenly, and returns to the kitchen. They pull some plastic containers from the fridge and toss them into the microwave for a couple minutes. "I put so much work into making it a grand show for anyone watching, and to hype him up for the fight, but it's like he's just going through the motions."

I ponder that last sentence for a minute.

"Dr., do you think he's okay..?" I ask quietly.

There was silence, save for the hum of the microwave. A few moments later, it beeped, and Dr. Lain grabbed some silverware, bringing the food out to a dining table. They grabbed an extra chair for me from the closet. Not the most comfortable thing.

"No. Let's have some food first, and then we can go to his hideout and check on him."

The food was pretty basic. Veggies and rice with a light sauce, and grilled chicken.

"You know where it is?"

"Yeah. He doesn't know that though."

After food, we took a ride back down the elevator, down further than the normal lair. The garage it seems. There were a few different cars in there. Some damaged from battles with the hero, some new and waiting for their turn to shine. And one in the corner that appears to be a normal car. It's a decades old Japanese sedan - the paint is worn, one of the wheel covers has fallen off a long time ago, leaving a black steel wheel exposed to the elements. There's spots of rust here and there, along with a few dents and scrapes.

"We're trying not to grab the attention of the police," they winked. "Get in!"

I was surprised by how smooth the door operated. No rattles or squeaks. Dr. Lain turned the ignition key, and the car started right up. I leaned over and peaked at the odometer - 595,678 miles. Woah.

"My grandpa bought this car as a gift for my mom, who then passed it on to me when I was old enough. I've been driving this every day for 19 years."

"You must take really good care of it."

"I do! I'm saving up to fix the cosmetic defects, and totally restore the car in the next year or two. It's the most reliable thing I've ever owned."

The drive was peaceful and quiet. The rain was clearing up, and the setting sun peered beneath the clouds, lighting everything up in brilliant shades of red, orange, and violet. It felt like driving through a real synthwave music video.

It was well into twilight when we arrived at the hero's hideout. Lain looked concerned as we approached, slowing down and dropping into 2nd gear. They leaned forward in their seat, scanning the place as we came to a stop at the gate. Even though it was open, Lain stopped the car before the threshold and got out. Hurriedly, they got back in and without putting their seatbelt back on floored it and drove up the way, tires screeching a bit. "That gate should never be open, why the FUCK is it open?!"

I started getting nervous. How long had they known each other anyway?

We finally arrived at the hideout. It's a simple farmhouse on the outside, light blue paint, green shutters, and a tile roof. Lain slams the brakes and we stop just beyond the stairs. The shut off the engine and pull the trunk release latch. "Come on, we have to figure this out."

I follow them to the back of the car and they remove a false floor. Inside was a shotgun and a handgun. They hand me the pistol and a spare magazine, and grab the shotgun for themself and a bandolier with shells. "Is this necessary?"

"It might be," Lain said, marching up the stairs to the door. It was left cracked open.

We go in, and Lain pulls a small light from their pocket, supporting the shotgun on their forearm as they sweep the room. It's dark inside, but Lain spots something in the dining room.

"Cover me," they say, and proceed into the house. I follow them, and keep my gun pointed into the dark.

There's a note on the table, folded into a tent shape so it can be spotted more easily. It's addressed to Dr. Lain specifically, and they read it. I've never seen them go so pale before.

"I'm gonna need your help," they say.

"What happened? What's going on?"

"We've got a rescue to pull off. Let's get back to the lair and prepare. It's not every day you're challenged by the nation's biggest supervillain."

You are kidnapped by the villain regularly, but you’re starting to look forward to it. You know they won’t hurt you, and are simply being dramatic. It also doesn’t help that you are the only person they ever kidnap. This time, the hero doesn’t bother trying to save you.

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Showdown with Hyzan

[Video ID: A large church-like building somewhere around Levincia. "I still can't believe this is supposed to be a warehouse..." Teko mutters, looking up in awe at the strange building. He dismounts the Cyclizar he's riding on and walks up to the door.

He jiggles the front door, finding it locked. "Welp, this wouldn't be easy, obviously..." he mutters. "Alright...You think you can get me in there with Dragon Rush, Yoshi?" he asks the Cyclizar.

The Cyclizar hops back, then builds up a running start, crashing through the door while cloaked in blue energy, revealing an elaborately decorated empty sermon hall.

"Attaboy! Now, let's finish this." Teko says, recalling the Cyclizar. He runs inside, and the camera follows him. He walks up a set of stairs inside the building and kicks open a door at the top, revealing Hyzan resting her head in her hand on a throne with the Arc symbol on its back.

"Surprise!! Did you miss me, you lunatic?!" Teko cackles.

"Hm. You're back." Hyzan mutters.

"That's right! You can mess with me, you can mess with my Pokemon, but messing with my friends?! You didn't even do it yourself, you just sent one of your flunkies to do it...so I'm here to beat you into the ground!!" Teko yells.

"...Still, you wish to defy even the divine...Though deplorable, I must respect your tenacity." Hyzan muses.

"Yes, yes, I don't care. Look, am I gonna have to get you to leave me alone the easy way or the hard way?" Teko says.

"My previous offer still stands, child...Your so-called 'partners' are dragging you down." Hyzan says, getting up from her throne.

"...Oh, okay. That's reasonable, I guess." Teko says, seemingly backing down.

"Hm?"

"Here's my answer." Teko flips Hyzan two middle fingers, glaring her right in the eyes.

"It appears you've crossed the threshold from brave to foolish...Very well."

Hyzan charges up a golden energy around her.

"My will is that of His...and so anyone who wishes to oppose me..."

She summons an ornate staff in a burst of light, with a Tera Orb at the top. She pounds the staff on the ground, and both of them are transported to another realm: a swirling astral background high up in space. Both combatants are standing on a large hunk of crystal floating in the void, inlaid with the same rune pattern thing as the Hall of Origin.

"W-what the-?!" Teko says, looking around incredulously.

"...Must be erased from this world." Hyzan continues, throwing an orb of light, which expands into an Arceus-symbol shaped portal that summons an Arboliva. She spreads her arms out wide, displaying the eye-like variants of the Arceus symbol on the inside of her cloak, and a large Arceus symbol-shaped halo of light appears behind her.

"Man...Great giant space arena thing! Arceus REALLY sweats the details, doesn't he?" Teko says.

He grabs his Rotom Phone out of the air, and "Two Planets Approach the Roche Limit - Kirby & the Forgotten Land" begins playing.

"Alright then...Let's end this once and for all! Mess 'em up, Cotton!" Teko cackles.

He sends out a Frosmoth and a Tinkaton. The Frosmoth immediately rests on top of Teko's head.

"Hit 'em with Gigaton Hammer!" Teko yells.

The Tinkaton charges, its hammer glowing white. It knocks the Arboliva into the air, loosing several olives which immediately grow back, then smashes it. The olives immediately sprout and cover the ground in vegetation. The Arboliva struggles to peel itself off the ground, eventually getting back up.

"Hm. Return this slight with Earth Power." Hyzan says, charging up an orb of rainbow light in her hand.

The Arboliva sticks its branches into the ground as they glow white, sending energy surging through the crystal before erupting under the Tinkaton's feet, knocking it skyward. Upon touching the vegetation again on landing, it gets healed slightly.

Meanwhile, Hyzan tosses up the orb she had been charging in her hand. It explodes into several smaller orbs high above the Tinkaton, which explode further into several rays of multicolored light similar to Geno Blast. Only a few of them actually hit the Tinkaton, however, knocking it around a bit. The Tinkaton struggles to get up, but ultimately perseveres.

"Tch...I should have known you'd try to join in too..." Teko mutters.

"You wish to oppose His authority...As an emissary of His will, It is only natural that I take every measure possible to neutralize you." Hyzan says.

"You still hanging in there, Cotton? ...This is going poorly...Let's at least try to set up Stealth Rock!" Teko says.

The Tinkaton smashes its hammer on the ground repeatedly, picking up several shards of crystal, then hurls them towards the other end of the battlefield. The crystal shards glow and reform into caltrop-like spikes.

"...A foolish mistake." Hyzan muses. She pounds her staff on the ground, and an Arceus-symbol shaped portal opens up high above the Tinkaton's head, loosing a giant beam of light energy. When the light dissipates, the Tinkaton is sprawled out on the ground, unconscious.

"Whoa! H-how did...Oh boy..." Teko splutters, in disbelief.

"There is no way for you to emerge victorious, fool. Give. Up." Hyzan hisses.

"Nuh-uh! One of us is going down, and it sure as Distortion ain't me! Finish this, Patapon!" Teko yells defiantly, sending out a Falinks. A satchel of Silver Powder is tied around the brass' horn.

"Alright, try to hit it with First Impression!" Teko says,

The Falinks stack up into a tower, with the brass at the top. The brass yells, and the Falinks curl up into a circle. Their horns glow as they roll towards the Arboliva as one, shredding it into the ground and knocking loose more seeds. The Arboliva lays in a gash in the battlefield, unconscious.

"A small victory...an ultimately meaningless one. This changes nothing." Hyzan muses. She summons a Pyroar through another portal, which gets knocked around by the Stealth Rocks.

"Overheat." she says, spreading out her arm.

The Pyroar charges up a large, spiraling orb of fire in its mouth.

"It's trying to do something big...Try to dodge it, Patapon!" Teko yells.

The Pyroar releases its charged energy as a spiraling stream of flame. The Falinks roll to the side all as one, dodging swiftly.

"...Useless." Hyzan mutters.

"Okay, try to counterattack with Close Combat!" Teko yells.

As the Pyroar tries to redirect the flame blast, the Falinks stack themselves up and charge towards the Pyroar. They slam down on top of the Pyroar like a cudgel, then split back apart and start mobbing it. The Pyroar lays on the ground, sprawled out and unconscious, when they're done.

"Great job, Patapon!" Teko says.

Hyzan spreads out her arms as her eyes glow, and an array of small orbs of golden light appear around her, flickering and twinkling like stars.

"Shatter." she yells. She swings her arm towards the Falinks, and the orbs hurtle towards it and Teko.

Teko, almost reflexively, holds up the Frosmoth atop his head like a shield. The Frosmoth coats itself in a rainbow light. Hyzan's light orbs bounce off of it, knocking the Falinks unconscious but leaving Teko unharmed: strangely, instead of being reflected towards Hyzan, they curve around to a spot slightly behind her.

"Hehehe...Thanks, Leif!" he giggles. "Let's get you fixed up right quick." He pulls out a Sitrus Berry from his bag, restoring the Frosmoth to full health again.

"...Clever." Hyzan concedes. "Still...Know that your struggles are only just beginning, child." She summons a Farigiraf through another portal, stumbling as it gets battered by the Stealth Rock blasts.

"Alright...Let's show this freak that you aren't 'tainted', Rathian!" Teko yells, sending out a Flutter Mane, which drinks the canister of Booster Energy tied around its neck. Hyzan visibly appears slightly angrier as this happens.

"Let me handle this." she commands the Farigiraf.

She spreads her arms wide, and a vast array of portals appear high up behind her. Raising her arms even higher, the portals spit out countless meteor-like shots of light.

The Flutter Mane quickly vanishes into Teko's shadow to take cover, as Teko himself holds the Frosmoth up again while it uses Mirror Coat. The few shots that manage to actually hit him are reflected away, this time arcing to a spot beside Hyzan. The Flutter Mane jumps out of Teko's shadow back to the battlefield.

"...Huh?" Teko says, cocking his head to the side while feeding the Frosmoth another Sitrus Berry. "The reflected attacks should be getting sent back to her...Why isn't it working?"

"Your persistence will do you no favors, boy." Hyzan says. "Hit this abomination with Twin Beam." she commands the Farigiraf.

The Farigiraf's eyes and the ones on its "helmet" glow in unison, before both firing two zigzagging blasts of energy at once, blasting the Flutter Mane and knocking it back slightly.

"You got this, Rathian! Farigiraf are kinda squishy, I think...Let's try and one-shot it with Shadow Ball!"

The Flutter Mane charges up an orb of purple energy in its ribbons, then fires it, instantly knocking the Farigiraf unconscious.

"Hmph...Your reliance on this unholy power will get you nowhere, child...You're fortunate I decided to have mercy on you thus far. But..."

Hyzan slams her staff on the ground again, causing the battlefield to distort and swirl in more intense colors, as crystal fragments scatter throughout the sky. Her cloak ripples as if it's being pushed by wind.

"...That mercy ends now." she continues, summoning a Dudunsparce.

"Uh, did you think I needed your stupid mercy anyway?" Teko says.

"It matters not. Gyro Ball." Hyzan commands the Dudunsparce, which curls up into a coil and starts rolling towards the Flutter Mane.

"It's gonna try and jump towards you, Rathian! Dodge it and follow up with Moonblast!" Teko yells.

The rolling Dudunsparce springs up towards the Flutter Mane, but it quickly dodges. As it screeches to a halt behind it, trying to get its bearings, the Flutter Mane rapidly charges up an orb of pink energy, then fires it, producing a pink sparkling explosion on impact. When the explosion clears, the Dudunsparce has been knocked unconscious.

"A small setback! Worthless!" Hyzan yells, quickly summoning a Staraptor to replace the Dudunsparce. Several portals appear around the Flutter Mane. Hyzan swings her arm to the side, and the portals unleash several spears of light. The Flutter Mane nimbly dodges most of them, before getting slammed by one in the back, falling to the ground unconscious.

"...Huh...It's weird how that spear thing knocked back Rathian...Wouldn't it have just impaled them...?" Teko muses. "...Anyway. This whole thing started because of you, Rathalos...Time to finish this!" he continues, sending out a Roaring Moon.

"This cannot continue...Use Brave Bird." Hyzan commands.

"Counter it with Dragon Rush!" Teko yells.

The Staraptor flies up high before diving towards the Roaring Moon, tucking in its wings. As it hurtles downwards, its body is cloaked in a blue flame. Before it can hit, the Roaring Moon grabs the Staraptor in its mouth, brutally slamming it against the ground repeatedly. It tosses the Staraptor into the air before charging forwards, cloaking itself in a blue energy, then jumps up and collides with the Staraptor.

"Insolent...INSOLENT!!" Hyzan yells, summoning an Ursaluna.

"You...cannot defeat me. I am connected...to knowledge of all things! All forms! Though you may have fought hard for your pathetic life thus far..." she continues, ranting.

She removes the Tera Orb from the top of her staff, then throws it onto the Ursaluna, Terastallizing it into a Normal-type.

"...I condemn you and your dreams to Distortion!!" she roars.

Spreading her arms wide, she summons a massive portal high above Teko's head, causing the inside of her cloak to glow with several intricate patterns. A flaming meteor-like orb of light slowly emerges from it, causing Teko's jaw to drop upon seeing its sheer size. The orb hurtles towards Teko as he holds up the Frosmoth again, which coats itself in a sparkling multicolored film.

The orb engulfs Teko, the Frosmoth and the camera. The Focus Sash around the Frosmoth's neck breaks from enduring the stress of the move. Eventually, the two prevail, sending the light orb back towards Hyzan.

The orb of light crashes down on a spot next to the Ursaluna, producing a massive explosion. When the dust clears, the Ursaluna is unharmed, but the explosion sends flying an unconscious Hisuian Zoroark surrounded by a pulsating purple glow. Its form is flickering as if it were previously concealing itself.

"Wha...NO!!" Hyzan yelps.

The otherworldly battlefield flickers like a lightbulb, then vanishes completely, revealing the combatants to be in a completely ordinary large room, though battered and with several cracks on the floor from the battle. Several empty Poke Balls are strewn about on Hyzan's side of the battlefield.

"Wh...What in the...Did we even go anywhere...?" Teko says, looking around in confusion.

"No...No no no no no no..." Hyzan mutters frantically, running to check on the Hisuian Zoroark. "...Shit." she says, after trying to wake it back up to no avail.

A loud cracking sound can be heard from the floor, causing both Teko and Hyzan to freeze in place.

"...Uh oh." Teko says in anticipation.

Suddenly, the floor gives way, sending everyone tumbling towards the first floor of the warehouse.

Teko scrambles for his Rotom Phone in an attempt to slow his fall, and the process of doing so changes the music to "Fight Against Smithy, Who Likes Transforming - Super Mario RPG (2023)". The Roaring Moon yelps and swoops down to catch him. Once he lets go of the phone again, Hyzan can be seen screaming before having her fall broken by landing on the Ursaluna's muddy back as Teko and the Roaring Moon land safely on the ground. Her mask lands on the ground behind her.

The bottom floor of the building, with its true appearance revealed, is strewn with a bunch of benches and crates full of various items and Poke Balls. One of the benches has been crushed by the Ursaluna landing on it. The entire room is lit by the sparkling Ursaluna.

"Rrrgh...You....YOU...." Hyzan growls, her body trembling in anger as she gets up.

"Right. So are you gonna leave me alone now, or are you still angry at me for some reason?" Teko asks.

"YOU...RUINED...EVERYTHING." Hyzan snarls at Teko, turning around to face him. Her entire face is on display this time due to her mask getting knocked off in the fall.

"...What are you talking about? I mean, the battlefield thing was cool and all, but-" Teko says.

"MONTHS of training that stupid furball to stay invisible, all the time...training him to make his attacks look all big and imposing...all WASTED because of some selfish imbecile!!" Hyzan rants.

"...Okay, you're honestly scarier now than when you were acting divine and stuff..." Teko says.

"Heh...Heh heh heh...Y-you know...you know nobody can be allowed to know of this, don't you? When I'm done with you...you'll be lucky if your funeral is open-casket."

"...Well shit." Teko says, after gulping loudly.

She reaches into a crate and tosses one of the Poke Balls in it, sending out a Hydreigon.

"End. Him." Hyzan says to the Hydreigon, pointing at Teko with her trembling arm.

"Hey, that isn't yours, is it? ...Isn't you guys' whole thing being AGAINST Dark-types?" Teko says, grabbing hold of the Frosmoth in an attempt to dodge attacks by flying.

"Of COURSE it isn't!! Countless other people went through the same crap as you, you know...and I wanted their Pokemon for myself. But NOOOOO, you just HAD to be a special little CRYOGONAL!!" she screams, throwing another Poke Ball out of the crate, this one containing a Houndoom.

The Hydreigon fires a Dark Pulse at Teko and the Frosmoth, and they fly up, narrowly avoiding it.

"I messed with your friends, I tried to ruin your image, I tried to make your life Distortion, I even came in to smack you around a bit myself! But you just had to RESIST, didn't you!? You couldn't just lie down and take it like all the other suckers I marked for death. No, no, YOU decided to come here and fight me head on, because you have no sense of self-preservation...because you're so stupid, stupid, STUPID!!" Hyzan screeches.

"Wh...Was this whole shitshow...really because you wanted Rathian and Rathalos for yourself...?" Teko says, holding on desperately as the Frosmoth tries to evade the Hydreigon and Houndoom's attacks. "That is...disappointing." he continues.

"Oooh, what do you want, a cookie?! YES!! Why should YOU get them, you sorry excuse of a Champion-rank?! You're a complete IMBECILE!! I'm a much better fit for your two freaks than you are!" Hyzan roars.

"But what about the whole thing about Arceus and the Fallers and stuff, huh?!" Teko says, turning the Frosmoth to the left and narrowly avoiding a Tri Attack from the Hydreigon. "Aren't the Sons doing this for you?"

"Oh, do you think I HONESTLY care about those masked idiots?! They're so damn gullible, it's a wonder they don't trip over their own stupid sandals!" Hyzan screams. "All it took was a few illusions and some fancy getups, and suddenly I have them wrapped around my finger!!"

The Houndoom fires a shot of flames at the Frosmoth. It doesn't hurt Teko, but the Frosmoth is knocked unconscious, dropping Teko as it plummets out of the air. As soon as Teko drops onto the ground, the Ursaluna charges at him. However, the Roaring Moon tackles it away before it can reach Teko.

"Heh...Ahahahaaaah!! Man, you're a total LOSER! I can't believe I honestly thought you were a legitimate threat!! Ha ha ha!" Teko laughs, partially in relief.

"Shut up! SHUT!! UP!!" Hyzan yells.

"Nyah nyah! You can't even fight me without hiding behind a Zoroark! Ahahaha! Faker! Faker! Fakeeerrrr-" Teko cackles, hopping around the Hydreigon's Dragon Pulses with his finger and thumb in the shape of an L on his forehead.

"AAAAAAAAARGH!!!" Hyzan roars before lunging at Teko as the Roaring Moon and the Ursaluna fight each other in the background, biting and pawing at each other.

Hyzan manages to catch Teko and lifts him up by the front of his shirt. "JUST!! SIT!! STILL!! AND!! DIE!! ALREADYYYY!!!!" she screams, brutally slamming Teko against a wall repeatedly. Teko manages to use his Bag to slap Hyzan off of him, knocking her back into the crates.

She throws out several Poke Balls from the crates, containing a Trevenant, a Mismagius, and a Froslass.

The Roaring Moon and the Ursaluna collapse, both exhausted, after rolling around fighting each other for so long. The Ursaluna's Tera Jewel shatters as the three Ghost-types advance on Teko. His bag shakes, and a shiny Kingambit pops out as the sound of a Poke Ball opening is heard, materializing in front of Teko while assuming a defensive stance.

The Kingambit hops around in a surprising display of agility, deftly maneuvering around the Ghost-types' attacks while repeatedly slashing them with its horn and arms. Eventually, all three of them fall down, unconscious. The Kingambit turns its gaze on Hyzan next, but it's knocked unconscious from the back by a Fire Blast from the Houndoom.

"Heh...Hehhhh...Got...you." Hyzan pants, realizing all of Teko's Pokemon are unconscious. She slowly walks towards Teko, backing him into a corner while dragging her staff on the ground menacingly. Despite the Hisuian Zoroark's illusions being gone, her irises still seem to glow with rage in the gloom.

She picks up Teko by the front of his shirt again as he wriggles, trying to slip free.

"I think...you've forgotten something, kid. Here, I'm treated like a god." She raises up her staff as if preparing to bludgeon Teko, who braces for impact.

"You wanna see what gods do to dissenters?" she growls, a deranged grin plastered across her face.

Just then, a crowd of Sons of Arceus grunts, most of which consist of Hyzan's underlings, pile into the warehouse through the door Teko had broken open earlier.

"Consecrated One! We were looking for the Faller you told us to seek out. We heard his voice in here, and...we..." the Grunt in the front says, his voice trailing off as he notices the various wreckage and unconscious Pokemon in the room. Hyzan immediately drops Teko on the ground.

"U-uh...My followers, you have done well obeying my orders. But, uh, please leave me alone while I carry out this, uh...sacred ritua-" Hyzan stammers, quickly trying to think of an excuse.

"Why are there so many demonic beings in this room?" another Grunt asks, pointing out the various Ghost-types.

"Well, uh, I-"

"...Hey, isn't this supposed to be the place where you preach to these guys?" a "normal" Grunt asks.

"Uh, yes, but-"

"That one...That demon's one capable of creating illusions, isn't it?" another Grunt says, pointing at the Hisuian Zoroark. "Is it yours?!"

"What?! I'm chosen by Lord Arceus Himself! Why would I-" Hyzan splutters, raising her hands up.

"She's not denying it...Does that mean...YOU DECEIVED US, YOU BLASPHEMER!!" the Grunt in front roars.

"W-wait! That's not true! H-how DARE you question one with connections to the divine! I-" Hyzan stammers, clearly terrified.

"WE SHALL PUNISH YOU IN THE NAME OF ARCEUS!!" the Grunts yell in unison.

"...Oh, COME ON!! I MADE YOU, YOU DROOLING IDIOTS!! You owe the power you wield to MY influence!!" Hyzan screams as her own grunts close in on her.

Teko sneaks through the crowd of Grunts as various Poke Balls can be heard opening. "G-GET OFF ME!! YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECES OF-" An Ursaring roars, causing Hyzan to scream as Teko runs out of the warehouse, which now just resembles a normal warehouse on the outside. He grabs his Rotom Phone, flipping the assembly of Grunts a middle finger, and the video cuts out.]

[storiedhistories]

I was just going to come up with an approximate list for divergences, but now my brain is like “Let’s hyperfixate, reread the entire series, and go point-by-point for divergences!” 

So......that’ll probably happen after I play GoW R.agnarok and get the first series of books back from my friend this weekend. But two of the Super Important things to know now are that my Hades is definitely less of an ass, especially to his children, and that I’m very much more of a “Solangelo slow burn” person as opposed to how fast everything happened. 

There are a lot more, for my other PJO characters too, but those are two important ones for right now. 

[luimagines]

You give them a kiss!

Masterlist

Despite the earlier confusion, I’ve got it done! Here you go Anon!

Since there wasn’t any specification, it’s set platonically (but maybe hidden feels) so I hope that’s ok.

Content under the cut!

Wind

You hear Wind call your name. It’s loud and joyful and inexplicably full of excitement.

It immediately light your heart and you turn to see where the voice came from. Wind is starting to run in your direction something clenched in his hand. You can see it sway from his grip but he’s moving too fast for you to get a good view of what it is.

He stops in front of you, hiding what he had behind his back with a a wide grin his face. “I’ve got something for you!~”

You smile and drop what you’re doing, giving him your full attention. “What is it Pirate?”

“Close your eyes.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Please!”

You oblige.

There’s a moment of silence before you feel something being placed on your head. It’s light but it feels oddly familiar and you open your eyes.

Whatever was in Wind’s hands before is gone and he’s staring at you with a pleased look on his face.

You slowly raise your hands to touch what it is and feel yourself smile.

It’s a flower crown.

“I made it myself!” Wind declares proudly. “Hyrule showed me how to make them. It’s not exactly the first one I made... That one didn’t come out as good, I think. But I like this one and thought it would look great on you!”

Your smile widens to a grin and you pull Wind into a hug. Your heart swells in adoration for this boy and you spin him around somewhat. “I love it! Thank you!”

You pull away slightly and give him a kiss on the forehead as thanks. “You’re very sweet.”

There’s a slight blush on his face as he pulls away from you, but his smile never falters. “Well, I’m glad you like it.”

Twilight

"Hey Twilight!" You skip to his side and place your hands on your hips. "How are you on this beautiful day?"

"I'm doing mighty fine, thank you." Twilight tosses a grin over his shoulder before he goes back to checking through Epona's supplies.

"What-cha doing?"

"Just checking through an old bag of mine. I'm looking for a new shirt."

This piques your interest. "Why?"

"My current one is starting to smell to kingdom come so while it needs to be washed, I need to find my other one."

"Well... I mean it's not that....Yeah..... Wild and I didn't want to say anything, but at least you're aware."

"Ok. Thanks." Twi deadpans. "I can feel your support from miles away. I am so glad that I'm traveling with you lot."

"We like having you around too!" You grin and punch his shoulder lightly. "Enough so that it's easy to tolerate the dog smell."

"You know what-" Twilight takes a swing in your direction but you easily dodge it. He's quick to follow you and take another swing.

You catch it and bring his fist towards your mouth to place a quick kiss on his knuckles.

"Maybe a shower will help too." You grin.

Twilight groans and takes his hand back. "I'll take that into consideration."

He begin to absentmindedly rub his thumb over where you kiss him even as he turns away from you and back to Epona.

"Glad I could help."

"Get out!"

You leave laughing.

Warrior

"Excuse me, but I need your assistance." Warrior walks up to and puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. "It'll only take a moment."

"Sure thing Capitan." You grin and drop your little project into your pocket. "What do you need?"

"I heard that you have a specific set of skills that I believe would help me greatly in a personal endeavor of mine."

"Drop the fancy talk." You deadpan. "It only makes you look suspicious."

"I want you to teach me about flowers." He admits in a rush.

"...Why?"

"...Seeecret." Warrior hisses through his teeth, unwilling to tell you why. "You're good at knowing what plants do what and how they help people. You're the best person to go to."

"It comes with the territory of herbalism." You grin. "But it's not all about flowers. I'd have to know what you're going to do with the plants if you want me to help you."

Warrior pauses and he takes a while to think about your reply. There's a moment where you can see that's he's battling himself about your conditions. Somewhere among the lines he comes a consensus and sighs. "...But it was supposed to be for you."

There's a blush on his face and he begins to scratch the back of his neck. He's not meeting your eyes.

His reveal surprises you and you smile at the soft confession. You stare at him for a little moment longer you snort. "Ok fine. I'll let you keep your secrets. I've been teaching Hyrule about being an herbalist and he's learning at an incredibly fast rate. He's your second best bet at this point."

"The Traveler?" Warrior blinks. "When did you start doing that?"

"A while ago." You shrug and skip in his direction until you're toe to toe.

"Whatever your surprise is I'm sure I'll like it." You say and go up onto your tip toes to place a quick kiss on his cheek. "You're a sweetheart. thank you in advance. I'll be waiting!"

You hear Warrior audibly gulp as you leave. "Ok! I'll- I'll get working on it!"

Wild

"Wild! I'm bored!" You cry out and flop onto the ground.

You were placed on Wild babysitting duty, curtesy of Twilight, while the others went to go scope out the nearest village for both supplies and information. But because of Wild stepping out of line and going against orders, he was benched until further notice.

"We're both bored." Wild groans and flops on top of your stomach.

You grunt with the unexpected pressure and force from the hit and drop your arm onto his face. "What can we do!?"

"I don't know!"

"But you always have something on your mind."

"That doesn't mean I can just pop out an idea whenever I want!" He shouts back. "My creative process is an enigma. Not even I can control it or will it into action."

You sigh. "So now what?"

A moment of silence.

"Wanna make out?"

"What?" You sit up, pushing Wild off of you in the process.

"Kidding! Kidding!" Wild laughs and holds his hands up in surrender. "I saw an opportunity and I took it."

"Wild." You deadpan, not elaborating on anything else. You do not continue your sentence.

Wild descends into snorts and giggles at your unamused face and he's completely lost himself in his own head.

In the distance you can hear Legend and Warrior arguing with each other and know that you're time alone with the wild child is up. A wicked streak kicks up inside you and you smirk to yourself.

Before the others can come close enough to see the both of you, you maneuver upwards and into Wild's personal space and place a kiss smackdab on his cheek- stilling him entirely.

"Next time-" You say as you stand. "-Tell me what you want to do before the others can come and interrupt."

You send him a quick wink and leave him to his thoughts. You're quick to greet the others and act as if nothing had happened at all.

Wild is still stunned and red in the face where you left him even as the others come close to the camp.

Twilight goes to question what's wrong with him but from what you can hear, Wild doesn't kiss and tell.

Time

Time calls your name with audible hesitation.

It's unusual to say the least and it's enough for you to drop every you're doing and give him all of your attention. "What's up? Is something wrong?"

Time doesn't say anything nor does he make eye contact, and it's even more concern as the moment passes.

"Are you ok?" You stand and make your way toward him.

Time clears his throat for a hot second and takes a steadying breath to meet your eyes. "Everything is fine, it's just, I wanted to ask for your opinion."

You're confused. "That's it? Time, you freaked me out for a second. Ask away."

"Um..." Time stalls intelligently. "Wind pointed out there's a shore line nearby. I was thinking the boys could use a day off....play in the water or the sand, just a break to-"

"YES! Yes! Yes!" You scream and jump up in excitement. "Really? Are we that close? We can have a beach day? Are you serious? Can we go?"

You can feel yourself beam and if he were to say that everyone was getting ice cream and can sleep in tomorrow then you were sure you'd be vibrating.

He looks at you with mild surprise but a soft smile crosses over his face.

"Link, that's a great idea!" You jump on him, hug him, wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss on the cheek. "This is great! When? Today? Tomorrow?"

You drop and jump a bit on your toes still.

He grins. "I wanted to see if we could camp there tonight, and spend the whole day tomorrow just relaxing."

"I can do that! We can do that! This is great! It'll be so much fun! I hope there's waves. I've wanted to teach Wild how to surf and maybe we can get Twilight to join. This is great!" You're too excited to think about where to go but Time points in a direction behind with a wink.

"How about you go help pack up the camp? I'll go collect the boys!"

"Absolutely! You absolute champion!" You run off to go meet up with some of the others and do your given task.

Time chuckles a bit and places his fingertips against where your lips were. It wasn't the reaction he was expecting, but he's not complaining.

Legend

"Excuse me Mr. Hero, what do you think you're doing?" You walk up behind Legend and put your hands on your hips.

You had caught him going through your bag. As obvious as it was that he was trying to be stealthy, he wasn't fast enough to get out before you came back.

Legend freezes on the spot and doesn't turn around to look at you.

"Why are you going through my stuff?" You raises an eyebrow and try to not yell. It's a barely restrained rage that flows through your blood as someone goes through your things without your permission. But it's Legend, you trust him and you don't want to take things out of proportion or escalate things higher than they should.

"I... Um..." Legend gulps and stands up, leaving your bag alone. He kicks the flap over, hiding the insides of it from other prying eyes.

You keep your eyebrow raised and watch as he squirms uncomfortably under your stare.

"I was trying to see if you needed anything." He somehow manages to look up and look you in the eye.

"Like?"

"Supplies."

"Like?" You press.

"Just stuff." Legend snaps and walks away. "We got back from shopping. I just wanted to know if you needed anything."

"And you didn't think to just ask?"

"It's whatever!" He storms away a little quicker than you think he would normally. He's hiding something.

You quickly make your way to your bag and shuffle through it.

You're not missing anything.

Nothing of yours is gone but there's a new thing you notice.

You see three new healing potions that were decidedly not there before along with four packs of trail mix and food stuffs that look nothing like what you usually pack for yourself.

Understanding cascades over you like a wave and you take a deep breath to calm the last of your budding anger.

You seal your bag and leave it there, quickly following after Legend before he can get too far.

You power walk next to him and stop him with a hand on his shoulder. "Hey."

"I didn't do anything!" Legend pulls himself away from you.

"Doubt it." You lean in and place a quick kiss on his temple before he can get away from you entirely. "Thank you. I saw what you did."

"And what did I do?" He wipes it off aggressively.

"Something very kind."

Legend stills once more and keeps rubbing off your kiss. "...It's nothing."

You snort and begin to walk away from him. "Regardless, thank you."

"...You're welcome."

Hyrule

“Would you believe me if I said that I’ve never seen someone be able to do this before?” You ask Hyrule one day out of the blue.

“Do what exactly?” He pauses the spell, your wound stays only marginally healed because of it.

“Do magic.” You shrug. “It’s... not really a thing where I’m from. We have magician but they’re all for show and it’s mostly illusions. You know, smoke and mirrors and the like. If you can figure out how they do it when it’s pretty simple.”

“That sounds... depressing.” Hyrule twists his face and goes back to healing you. “I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

“It’s not so bad. It’s mostly for fun.” You try to sit up now that the pain isn’t as severe. Hyrule doesn’t let you. “Can’t lose what you never had.”

“But it’s all I’ve ever had.” Hyrule’s eyebrows furrow and you can see the gears turning in his head. 

You let him think in the time it takes for you to get fully healed. Hyrule has always needed a little space to get his thoughts together before he says something. 

You’re fully healed in seconds and Hyrule leans away from you. You get to finally sit up fully and you take his hand in yours. He lets you take it and lets you study his hand with gentle fascination. 

No words are exchanged between the two of you and you pull his hand even closer to you. Before Hyrule can even think of pulling away you place a kiss against his knuckles.

“It’s a gift.” You say. “Don’t take it for granted.”

Hyrule smiles slightly and grips your hand. “Thanks. I think you might have a concussion though.”

“It’s nothing you can prove.” You answer with a loopy smile.

Hyrule snorts and stretches his hand by your head.

“Oh, yeah.” He grins. “That explains it.”

Four

Four calls your name with slight hesitation and you instantly give your attention to him out of concern. 

When you see him, he’s hiding something behind his back, slightly hunched back and has a blush on his face. He doesn’t appear to be injured or in any sort of pain so it can’t so bad.

“Four?” You stand up fully and begin to walk in his direction. “Everything ok? Is something wrong?”

Four shoots up and begins to stammer slightly. “No, I- You see- It’s nothing! Everything’s fine.”

“Four.”

“Nothing’s wrong. It’s just- it’s nothing.” Four laughs unconvincingly and scratches the back of his neck. “Here. I made this for you.”

Four holds out a little package covered in cloth with both of his hands and refuses to make eye contact with you.

Intrigued, you close the distance between you two and reach out to take it. The cloth seems high quality and you wonder how much it must have cost to get even a fraction of the square he’s just given you. The package itself is hefty or at least heavier than you thought it would be. 

Four is still refusing to make eye contact but he stays with the clear intent of watching for your reaction. 

You unfold the cloth over the weight and hold it from under. Repeating a similar action for the other side, you see underneath it two beautifully crafted twin daggers. The hilt is what catches your attention the most. It has red and black accents, each of the colors swirl around each other and mimic the wings of a butterfly when placed side by side. There was a hook at the end of each dagger, expertly hidden and you wouldn’t have found it if it hadn’t nagged your sleeve as you passed your fingers over the blade.

You looked with intrigue and gently picked up the blades out of the cloth. You tossed the cloth onto your shoulder and hooked the blades together out of curiosity. 

They fit together perfectly to create an elongated weapon.

“You made this?” Your breath leaves you in a whisper as you admire the craftmanship. “How? When?”

“It’s a secret.” Four grins softly, not bothering to hide his self satisfied smirk..

“And it’s for me?” You grip it tighter and flip it through your fingers, spinning it slowly. 

“Yup.”

You don’t reply, too enraptured in taking it all in. Even as you spin it, it’s astonishingly light for both of them being combined than you feel it should be. 

It must have taken a while to make this.

“Do you like it?” Four returns to be being bashful and kicks the dirt softly.

Your head snaps in his direction and you fling your arms around him. “I love it!”

Four takes a step back from the collision and is too shocked to hug you back.

“Thank you!” You shout and give him the biggest kiss you think you get away with on his cheek.

“I’m totally showing these off!” You bounce off of him. “Wild’s going to be so jealous! Thank you Four!”

You run away to find something to use them against as Four stays behind.

A hand slowly reaches up and touches the cheek where you kissed him. “You’re welcome.”

Sky

“SKY!” You shout and take off in a running sprint. You’re by his side in seconds and you’re quick to wrap your arms around him. He wraps his arms around you as well and turns your momentum in a spin.

“Well hello there!” He calls back in return, a grin on his face. “What brings you to my neck of the woods?”

“Would it just be enough to say that I just missed you?” You grin back and get off of his back, keeping your arm wrapped around his shoulders.

"Perhaps, if I didn't know you as well I do." Sky replies with a subtle smirk.

"Rude."

"Am I wrong?" Sky raises a teasing eyebrow.

"That's what you think. I am a ball of mystery." You let him go and step away. "I am in no way predictable. There's no way you can know all my moves."

"I bet that I could."

"I doubt it."

"Try me."

"Alright." You tilt your head up and place a kiss squarely on his cheek.

It stuns him in place and you grin at the result.

"Bet you didn't see that coming."

"Admittedly-" Sky gulps and blushes all the way to his neck. "-I did not."

[ohheyitsokay]

Alright my sweet! I'm here with a soulmate request.

So I gotta go with Jack, because who doesn't love being soulmates with a secret agent man? As for the trope... There are so many to choose from and I love them all BUT let's go with "the first words you say to your soulmate are somewhere on their skin". I'm a sucker for that one.

Have fun darling!! 🥰🥰

helloo dear heart! have a fanfic about you n your man, you absolute ray of sunshine 💕

hope you enjoy!

warnings:fluff fluff fluff. enough fluff for a really nice waiting room chair.

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soulmate requests / follower celebration

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It was a weird day, but your dearest friend had insisted.

This will be a fun use of your day off, she promised. And...

If there was anywhere you were going to find your soulmate, it was here. Deep in the bowels of the distillery, there were secrets in each room, behind each lock, and sewn into every suit cuff as far as the eye could see.

Statesman Headquarters.

Sugar, that's supposed to be classified.

The words on your arm near tingled with each step you took, because you were being told with no uncertain terms, that everything you were seeing, hearing, and feeling was absolutely classified. Ginger rolled her eyes as her coworker chattered about privacy and the history of Statesman, smiling good-naturedly.

"I dont think I should be here," you murmured, tilting your head at your friend.

Her hands were stuffed in her lab coat pockets, and she shook her head. When the papers got signed and the tin on your hands was given a final suspicious look, she ushered off with you.

"Listen," she said, her strides long as she took you back through the labyrinth to her lab. "I'm allowed to bring my friend to my coworkers, so they can thank her properly for the best damn cookies they've ever eaten, just like anyone else."

You laughed, feeling lighter. The cookies had started out as an innocent gift for her to take to a holiday party, and according to her, became high demand. As often as time and ingredients allowed, she would beg you for enough to feed a small army, swearing up and down that they were like magic for her mysterious team.

She could be stubborn when she wanted to.

"You just want to show off your work to someone new."

And she winked. "Damn right I do."

After long moments entering passwords, she lead you through a heavy door, adding, "And it wouldnt hurt these guys to know that you're single."

You sputtered, wanting to protest that you were fine waiting for your soulmate, before deciding not to make a fool of yourself. Almost dropping your overfull tin was enough.

There was a handsome man sitting at what you could only assume was her main desk. And by ' a handsome man', you of course meant the most confidant, dreamy, gorgeous all-American gentleman you'd ever seen. When you snuck a glance at your friend, wondering if she was as rosey-eyed as you were, you were shocked to see a blend of annoyance and confusion instead. Any traces of teasing were gone, serious business overriding all of in a single second.

He stood, almost tripping as he looked at you, a little wide-eyed for his reputation. His mustache moved, and time slowed as you held eye contact before-

"No," Ginger's finger blocked your view. "Save the flirting, Whiskey." It was her best no-business tone, and both of you snapped back into reality. "What's going on? Why are you here?"

The man - Agent Whiskey - looked sheepish, hooking one hand in his belt and using the other to scratch the back of his neck.

"Stay here for just a moment?" Your friend looked apologetic and you nodded, nearly collapsing as they stepped away. Moments before, youd been given a brief tour of the government's most elaborate secret, but now, your knees felt weak.

What a weird day.

-

It got weirder.

You hovered nervously as lights blared and displays ran data faster than you could read and agents ran in and out.

Neck craning, searching for Ginger, you watched as she was pulled left and right, setting up a command center right in the conference room next door.

"I'm so sorry," she managed at one point, grabbing a cookie from your box, "You wont be able to leave until this mess gets cleaned up." And you nodded as she was whisked away again.

There was no one you knew in sight except... that Agent Whiskey. Jack someone called him. Hands on his hips he took control, steady and stern, neatly reigning in the chaos.

You told yourself you were watching him for guidance, comfort maybe. Not because he was handsome as a sunrise. Certainly not because his gaze kept meeting yours, no matter the crowds, and each time the clocks seemed to stall. Not because your whole body ached to be close to him and ... and you almost thought he looked like he wanted to be close to you, too.

When he caught you watching him, he'd smile, almost proud, fingers twitching at his side. He kept stepping your way, too, before a call of his name made him turn on his boot-heels, cursing under his breath.

You felt small.

A man they called Tequila kept tapping his hands on the table. You heard protests that the agents in the field needed backuo or at least guidance and headsets were tossed. He and Whiskey shared near-crazed grins and worried glances as the muttered urgently into their communication systems.

The tin of cookies near sang at your side, and you slipped forward, just placing it open between them.

You wanted to help.

And at their big bites and briefly closed eyes, and sagging shoulders, it was your turn to feel proud.

Then you retreated again, savoring a certain cowboy's nod of thanks, accompanied by a wink that warmed you to your toes.

Eventually, things seemed to calm.

There was no cheers, but deep sighs and clumps of people dispersing with claps of hands on backs and shoulders.

Headsets were hung to charge, and you walked back towards Gingers desk, hoping for your friend to reappear.

Instead, when you arrived, Jack was already standing in front of it, holding a box cleaned even of crumbs.

"I can give you the recipe," you offered, feeling suddenly shy. What they did here... it was so intense. All the little texts of thanks Ginger had sent you finally made sense - your cookies were extraordinarily normal, beautiful in their simplicity. Absolutely lifesavers in their chaotic world.

The man in fron of you shook his head, perfect brown hair ruffled slightly, the ends peaking out from beneath his head. Feeling like you already committed to the offer, you tried to reach around him for a wayward stack of sticky notes and a pen.

"It's just flour and butter and brown sugar and -"

"Sugar, that's supposed to be classified."

Oh.

Oh.

He smiled more confidently, the realization in your eyes apparently spurring him on.

"Next time, whaddya say you just show me how it's done?"

Dark eyes, crinkling with genuity and twinkling with mischief.

"Can I? I mean - would you - I mean," He stepped forward, right in front of you, and you squeaked. "Sure."

He was so close and... and you felt like you were missing something.

"...Now?"

Not taking his eyes from yours, his hand found your hand, gently guiding it to his arm, where he had at some point pushed up a single sleeve.

I can give you the recipe.

Your eyes found his again, the confirmation almost moot. He had been pulling you in since the moment you laid eyes on him, he was just... right, he was... you would have to leave a note for Ginger.

It felt like you were the only two in the world that mattered right now. Jack could feel it too - you could see it, even as he smirked.

"Sounds like a mighty fine idea to me."

Now.

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🧡Dragon!RaihanxReader🧡

Drakes Keep

The townspeople live in fear of the dragon in the forest and have decided to make you the sacrifice to save them all. But perhaps the dragon isnt something to fear after all.

      This was how it ends. You thought to yourself as night descended. The only sound was the occasional breeze rustling the branches or the distant howl of a dog. You tried once again in vain to wriggle from the rope that kept you tied to the tree. Letting the back of your head hit the trunk with a thump, you bit your lip and finally allowed yourself to cry. This really was the end. 

       A dragons supper, that was your fate. The creature that called the abandoned castle home had returned, and the fear of what it could do had sent the townspeople into hysterics. Turning to the old ways once more to keep it appeased. Unfortunately for you, that had meant you were the one tossed to the beast. The old stories spoke of fair maidens and kings sons bravely sacrificing themselves for the better of others. But of course no one wanted to send their beloved children to death. But you? Orphaned and thieving,___? No one opposed that. And now you stood, hands bound to a tree as close to the Drakes Keep as they dared to bring you, waiting for death. 

     Night had finally fallen. The sound of crickets and the skittish steps of a rabbit your only company. Then as suddenly as it started, the forest was quiet and still as a grave. Even the breeze that blew the branches seemed to stop. Then the snap was heard. Then another. The crunch of leaves as if something heavy was being dragged across the ground. Then you saw it, a pair of teal blue eyes peeking out from between the trees. Tears continued to stream down your face as you locked gazes with the creature that would end. 

     "Just make it quick," you managed to choke out, throat raw from your sobbing. Not even sure if the beast could even understand you. "Please, be fast, that's all I ask."

     The dragon finally moved. It slowly stepped out of the darkness and you could see it in it's full view. It's dark midnight scales almost blended into the night, in stark contrast to the golden scales that went up its stomach and throat. It tilted its triangular head curiously as it examined its food. Your eyes snapped shut as it got closer and closer, until you felt the hot breath of your face. The wet sound of its jaws opening was heard, and you could not help but scream.

      Then the ropes went slack.

      "Relax." said a deep voice. "I wont do anything." 

     Opening your eyes, the dragon looked down at you, spitting out a piece of rope. "I...I… I dont understand." You shuddered out, wiping you tear stained face. "You arent going to eat me?"

     The dragon rolled its eyes. "Honestly, what's with these villagers and thinking I want to eat people? Of course not." 

     You removed the last bits of rope around your wrist, glancing at the dragon all the while. It wasn't going to kill you. What did it want? "So…" you began cautiously. "What now? 

       "What do you mean what now?"

       "If I'm not a meal, then what was the point of sacrifices? What is it that you want from the village."

       "Nothing." The dragon replied as if it should have been plain as day. "I never wanted any sacrifices ever. I untie them and let them go. I don't want anything from your village." 

       "But… but…" you stammered. "The missing livestock. And all those old stories about a dragon that burned the town centuries ago!"

      "My grandpa," the dragon replied. "Dont remember much about him, other than he was an old grouch. But that was a couple decades before I was even bored. as for livestock, sorry to say I was hungry. Large game have been scarce. Not my first choice, but you gotta do what you gotta do. Now," the dragon leaned down and sniffed at you, its warm breath blowing at your hair. "Who are you?"

       "-_" you stammered. 

      "And why, ___… did they decide to pick you to feed it the beast?"

      You looked down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "No one wanted me." You answered honestly. "They were glad to have me gone."

        The dragon sniffed once more, like a hunting hound committing a scent to memory. There was the sound of thunder out in the distance. "Well, you're free of them now." Was his only reply. "Theres another town just south of here." He pointed a claw to his left. "I can only guess you wouldn't want to go back from where you came."

     You looked back between the direction the men who had tied up went,then the dragon, then to the direction he pointed. "So...so you'll let me go? Just like that?" 

     "Just like that." He assured.

It seemed too easy. The dragon letting you go and free to start a new life far far away.  The sound of thunder drew a little closer, and with it the wind returned to rustle the trees. You shivered. They had taken your cloak when you were arrested, and obviously did not bother to give it back when you had been left to die.

     The dragon seemed to take note of this, and tilted his head curiously. "What's the matter?"

      "Cold." You admitted. "Since I can leave, do you happen to know where I could sleep for the night?"

      The dragon eyed you once more and sniffed again as if looking for something of offense. When it seemed he did not find it, the dragon turned and nodded his head towards the direction he had come. "Follow me."

      "You know my name," you said as you followed the creature further into the forest. "What's yours?"

     "Raihan." He replied. "The Great Raihan."

    "Who calls you that?" You asked,trying hard not to snort.

    "Plenty of people." He said, twigs and leaves crunching under heavy feet. "I'll have you know, I have met many a knight and king that called me a great dragon."

     "What kings? Anyone I might have heard of?"

    "All sorts," he assured. "King Lance of Kanto. Queen Cynthia of Sinnoh. And most recently, your king Leon here in Galar."

     "So tell me then, great dragon Raihan, why are you out here in the back water forests outside of my nowhere village?"

    "Just as birds migrate, so do dragons." He explained. "We go from place to place, seeking spots of comfort to rest. Making a new home for ourselves or going to old ones."

    "I take it this is an old home then?"

   "Very old." He finally stopped and gestured to an ancient stone structure. With its half crumbled towers and vine covered parapets. "Very old indeed."

   "I've only ever heard of this place." You said in awe as you walked up the stone steps of the ancient castle. "My grandmother used to tell me about the dragons lair. She and all the other elders called it The Drakes Keep."

     "That's what you humans call it, yes." Raihan replied, pushing his large scaly body against the giant oak doors to open them. "But the true name of this place is Hammerlocke. Hammerlocke Castle."

     Walking into the grand entrance, Hammerlocke caslte was oddly well kept for not having a human inhabitant for centuries. Aside from the few cracks in the stone from age, the floor was clean of dirt and debris. There was even decorative tapestries that still adorned the walls. 

     Raihan pushed against the doors once more to shut them firmly, keeping the cold out. Then you realized something.

     "Um… not to sound rude or anything. But this doesn't look like a living space, and the doorways look far too small for you." 

     "Good observation. Sadly, castle life isn't very accommodating to this form."

     "Form?"

     Instead of elaborating, Raihan showed you what he had meant. In a flash of light you saw the large creature shrink down and take the form of a very tall and very handsome young man. He stretched out and let out a sigh. "Yes form." He grinned at your shocked expression. "There are many things about dragons you don't know."  

      It turned out dragons were very hospitable. Raihan had kept the fire in the sitting room going with ease, making warmer than you had ever known. He had a sorts of finery stashed away, including good coats and blankets of the softest materials. He had explained it was in a dragons to hoard things of great interest or value. Despite that he may not have a need fancy furs to keep him warm or nice bottles of wine, they were still soft to lay on and tasty to drink, and so he kept them. 

      "I'm still surprised dragons can take human form." You commented, swaddled up nicely in the furs Raihan had loaned you, stomach full of the food he had gathered the other day.

      "Oh yes, we are creatures of magic. Dragons,unicorns, the various breeds of fae." He took a sip from the golden goblet he poured the wine into. Unlike you he seemed to not be feeling the effects of it. "We were created by magic, neither human nor animal. So we are free to choose whichever form we please."

       "Do you appear human often?" 

       He shrugged. "I'd say it's fairly even. There is a time and a place for my true form, and I do enjoy visiting cities and what not, and that only really can be done like this." He gestured to his human form. 

       "I was always told dragons would sit in caves on piles of gold. Seeking princesses and young knights to drag away. Never that they like to be tourists."

       "Everyone is different." He said. "Truth be told, all those stories are rather old fashioned. Me? I like humans. Well...some of you." He flashed you a grin, seeming to imply you were one of the likeable ones. "I suppose I've always been a rather curious one. When I was a hatchling, I would sneak off to town and play with local children."

        "Now that does not surprise me," you said playfully while returning his grin. "You strike me as the sort who was a little scamp when they were young."

      "Oh trust me, you are not far off." He chuckled. "My parents could do nothing to keep me away. Everywhere we went, I sought out people, and when I was grown I went all over. I learned to read in many of your human tongues. Learned histories of every land I could. Befriended as many as I could."

      "That sounds amazing," you said wistfully. The life he described sounded like it could have only existed in a novel. You had never been able to venture out past the borders of the village. "I envy you, Raihan. I've never known such freedom." 

      "Well now you can." He replied. "All those townspeople think you won't return. You can start somewhere else."

      Looking down at your own golden cup, your reflection stared back in the red wine. Never go back...that certainly was not the problem. They would not miss you, and you would not miss them. But what kind of life could you have out there? "I doubt wherever I go will be much better."

      "And why is that?"

      "...Once a thieving urchin, always a thieving urchin." You said with all the resentment in you. That brand had followed you over half your life, and odds are it would follow you to the grave.

       "I take it that's why they tied you up to be sacrificed." Looking up, Raihans face portrayed no emotion. Part of you wondered if now he was disgusted knowing he let a thief in here, or maybe he pitied you. Honestly you weren't sure which would feel worse.

        You nodded. "When I was ten, my parents died. My grandmother long gone years before. My father's shop had caught fire, you see. And suddenly I was an orphan. No money, no home, no family. No one wanted to help. I had nothing, and so to the townspeople I was nothing.I did the only thing I could do: I stole to keep myself alive. I was arrested now and then, but I always got out. But the more I did it, the better I was at not getting caught. Well, until recently. And I think you know how that went." 

         "I wish I could say this is the first I've heard something like this, but it does seem like a sad reality to humans."  Raihans face then turned to concern as he reached out to put a hand in your shoulder. It wasn't until the tears were welling in your eyes a moment later did you realize it was because you were on the verge of crying. The events of today finally sinking in. Then he added. "But that doesn't mean you cant move on from it. Trust me, I've lived long enough to know what I'm talking about. Some of the best people I've known have lead similar beginnings to yours. I know it must feel awful now, but it'll get better. I promise."

      "You can't promise anything." You said, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. "What am I going to do in this new town? All I know is how to steal. I'll just end up back where I was."

      "I mean, you could add some flare." He said jokingly. "I'd say you'd make a handsome jewel thief that steals hearts along the way." 

      You couldn't help but snort. "That is absolutely ridiculous." 

      "It's merely a suggestion." He grinned. "All I'm saying is why not have some fun with your self fulfilling prophecy?" 

      You paused for a moment. "...What was it like? When you first left to travel?"

     "A bit frightful." He admitted. "But exciting. Often times lonely."

     "Lonely?"

     Raihan nodded. "Yes, dragons, though we live long, are few and far between. Besides my family, it would be a few years before I saw another of my kind. Those stories you talked about of maidens in towers, I can assure you the reason was never malicious. Those drakes did it more for companionship than anything else."

      "You make it sound like you speak from experience."

      "Well…"

      "Raihan, you didn't!"

      "Oh I assure you ___," he smirked like an absolute cad and winked. "All princesses under my protection were there willingly.  And treated very well, if I do say so myself." Your face flushed at what he was implying, and Raihan bursted out laughing.

      After a moment you began to laugh as well. It had been so long since you could sit like this and be friendly with anyone. Raihan was so good natured, it felt like it would be a challenge not to like him. "Are you going to stay in this castle long?" You asked. Wondering if it would be forward to ask if you could visit him from time to time after parting ways.

      "For a few weeks," he said, taking a long drink from his goblet. "Then off to Wyndon."

      "Wyndon? As in the capital city Wyndon?"

       "The one and only. Off to visit a friend for the spring."

      Part of you felt a bit disappointed for him to be leaving so soon. "I hope you enjoy it, " you said,meaning it. "I admit, I'll miss your company."

     "Then dont miss me."

     "What?"

     "Come with me, I could use a travel companion."

     "What would I possibly do in Wyndon?" Even as you said it, your mind raced with the possibilities. You had only heard in passing of the great city where King Leon held court. Of its beautiful building and the wealth of opportunities to be found there.

      "What couldn't you do?" He replied. "The better question is what do you have to lose? Be my travel buddy, ___. See lands beyond this forest. Hear languages you've never heard. Rub elbows with royalty. If you don't like it I can drop you off in that village south of here, how does that sound? Unless of course you're considering being a heartbreaking jewel thief. In which case I wholeheartedly endorse your decision."

        You thought it over and over. Be a dragons companion. Go to the capital and regions beyond. Or go to some other backwater town and possibly live in the mud once more. It wasn't a very hard decision. "I'll take you up on that offer."

       Raihan smiled, a small fang poking at his bottom lip. He tapped his golden cup against yours. "Cheers. We ride in two weeks time."

[writing-shroom]

200 Follower Celebration!

Hello everyone! I can't believe we've made it this far, even though it may be just a lil milestone. Celebrating the little achievements is also important, and I wanted to celebrate with all of you!

I wanted to do something more elaborate for the event, but i pushed it back already for the 100 milestone since I was so busy with finishing the two parter soulmate fic. So we're going classic this time around!

I'll be opening special requests from June 4-14, below the cut are the prompts, aus, and scenarios you can use in your request! As well as rules, since i primarily write for demon slayer these requests are specially for characters in the fandom!

Mix and match and of course have fun! That's what an event is for after all, thank you all once again lovelies! Couldn't have done it with out you all 👐😊

Rules!

💐 You're allowed to mix any prompt, au, or anything! together. However the character limit for each request is four! There's only so much i can write in one sitting (งツ)ว

💐 As always preference what kind of fic you would like! Headcannons? Drabble? Oneshot? Please do tell :D if you don't have a preference please give me a note!

a/n: if you do pick one-shot, i can only do one character for those. however the rest are still following the 4 character limit!

💐 Song fics unfortunately don't count in this event, i'll probably make those into their own event tho!

💐 I wouldn't mind if you slide in how you want the fic to end~ Fluff? Angsty? Do tell~

💐 Your free to send in more the one request don't worry! I won't get mad if you send in multiple requests of different ideas, please send em in!

Note the bolded words, please refrain from spamming the same request. I understand if it's only two or three times just in case tumblr is acting funny, but as always I would love it if you don't spam the same request!

💐 The only thing limited for each request is the character limit! So feel free to just toss in a bunch of different prompts or aus together lovelies!

Prompts!

|| Dialog ||

1. "Are you okay? Do you bandages? I can get some medicine or something to drink just wait here," "I-it's just a scratch."

2. "Am I your lock screen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

3. "Lean on me, it's my turn to take care of you for once."

4. "Hold my hand, I'll be here so don't be scared alright?"

5. "Can I please lay on your lap, 'm so sleepy right now and you make a great pillow."

6. "Can you hold something for me?" "Yeah sure,,,dear that's your hand." "I know"

7. "I'm going to go cook something you want anything?" "No but I'm coming with you, god knows if I don't you're going to blow something up."

8. "So we're stuck in a closet, can't imagine anything more cliche than this."

9. "Is your foot stuck in the ground?" ",,,yes?" "*sigh* come on give me your hand"

10. "Good morning," "No." "Hun it's 9:30 am, we need to get up." "Did I stutter?"

11. "Sit still, I need to wipe your face down." "It's not that messy," "Your cheeks are stickier than the mochi you just ate, yes it is."

12. "Can I have more cookies please?" "But their hard as rocks why would you want more?" "Because you made them."

13. "Stop looking like kick puppy and get over here and hug me, you hit me by accident and it didn't even hurt."

14. "Did you put our toddler in a teddy bear onesie?" "Yes,,?" "Alright how many pictures did you take, I want to frame at least two."

15. "Look at the stars, the trees, just look at anything I beg you. Please don't close your eyes, if you do I might lose you."

|| Touches ||

16. Brushing finger tips because their too shy to fully hold the others hand

17. Messaging the tension out of their shoulders

18. Leaning back and forth in a sleepy haze until s/o pulls them to lean on their shoulder/lap

19. Pressing foreheads together

20. Linking arms in crowds

21. Holding the there hand to comfort them

22. Accidentally brushing hands when reach for the same thing

23. Catching someone in a dip after saving them from a fall

24. Grasping the others hand when they get startled

25. Tracing their finger tips over s/o's face

26. Caressing the other's cheek lovingly

27. Feeling for each other in the dark

28. Tucking a hair behind the other's ear

29. Putting an arm around their waist

30. Head pats

|| Hugs and Kisses ||

31. Pulling the other into another kiss after they pull away

32. Wrapping their arms around their s/o from behind as they're doing their own thing

33. Koala clinging onto s/o while sitting on their lap

34. Keeping their eyes closed even after the kiss has ended

35. Leaning into their s/o more to prolong the kiss

36. Nuzzling their face into the others neck shyly after kissing them

37. Sleepy hugs in the morning as s/o is trying to pry their arms off to make breakfast

38. Exchanging good night kisses before bed

39. Temple kisses to calm them down after they wake up from a nightmare

40. Clinging hugs, not wanting let go in fear of losing them

41. Deep loving kisses with tears running down each others cheeks

42. Peppering kissing all over the others face

43. Tight "i missed you" hugs

44. Leaving kisses as the other's sleeping

45. Combing through s/o's hair as they rest in the others arms

|| Scenarios ||

46. Waking up and turning their head to see s/o asleep next to the hospital bed waiting for them

47. Lost in a public space

48. Married life

49. Childhood friends

50. Tired after sparring together

51. Valentine's day

52. Going to the aquarium/zoo

53. Library date

AUs!

1. Modern Au

2. Soulmate Au (if you have a favourite trope please do tell in your request!)

3. College Au

4. Demon Au

5. God Au

6. Vampire Au

7. Actor/Model Au

8. Werewolf Au

9. Mermaid Au

10. Royalty Au

11. Harry potter au

12. Delinquent Au (this can be mixed with the College Au which it normally will be)

Characters to keep in mind!

I can probably write for most characters in the fandom, however some I'm not as familiar with or maybe i don't want to write for at all. I will try my best to write for everyone character, however these are the only ones i will not be writing for:

Hantengu (upper moon four)

Gyokko (upper moon five)

Although I will be writing for the rest of the upper moons.

[nvvermore]

My Heart Had No Warning At All

Ophélie’s first masquerade is a daunting event [featuring @vissenta-senadz’s Lukas]

words: 1.5k

cw: none

accompaniment

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No matter how many times she steps foot into the palace, Ophélie is always amazed.

Once upon a time, she’d sworn the opera house was the fanciest place she’d ever been to, or would ever be. But the opera house was put to shame by the grandiose of the palace on a normal day, and especially so today, now that it’s lavishly decorated for the masquerade tonight. If she weren’t so distracted by the shimmering silvers and golds, she’d probably be annoyed by such splendor.

It’s been months now since Amaryllis sought her out to perform at the masquerade. A truly unexpected offer, one that she’s still waiting to end up being an elaborate prank. But every few weeks Amaryllis would arrange for a rehearsal, making sure the compositions they were trusting her with were up to their—and surely the attendees of the masquerade— satisfaction. Surprisingly enough, Ophélie never seemed to disappoint the court musician. At least, not yet anyway. There was still tonight.

It’s quite early— too early with how late she was up tossing and turning last night— but the halls are already bustling with all sorts of staff and servants, rushing around to make sure everything is perfect. She feels even more exhausted just looking at them, and a little guilty, like she’s somehow gotten out of doing the hard work.

Ophélie wanders the halls, taking a longer way to the rehearsal room, wishing she could just push all this back just a little more. Logically, she knows she’ll be fine— thankfully, somehow, there’s not an ounce of stage fright in her— but such an atmosphere has a way of grating on her nerves.

Eventually, she turns the corner to a smaller, but completely empty hallway. Large windows frame the hall on either side, and the early morning sunlight streams through, illuminating the architecture and decor in the most beautiful way. Ophélie can't help but get lost in the sight, turning slowly as she walks along with her head raised to the ceiling. There's art up there, of all places, and she's never noticed it before now. She wonders how inconvenient it must have been to get it up there, and—

“Woah there!”

Suddenly, she’s crashing into something— someone— from behind. Strong hands fly to her shoulders to steady her, and she doesn’t even stop to breath before she's spinning around and apologizing.

“I am so sorry!” Ophélie looks up, and then up some more, because the man she's run into is quite tall. When she finally manages to make eye contact, she notices the blue of his eyes and the freckles dusting his cheeks and completely forgets what she planned to say next. “I um, forgot to watch where I was going.” It’s at least the truth, and she isn’t sure what to expect as a response, but it certainly isn’t laughter. Her face is warm, from a combination of embarrassment and his hands that are still on her skin. Curse the palace for making her so high strung.

“Forgot, huh?” he laughs, and quickly pulls his hands away, as if he’d forgotten. “I think I did the same thing. Been a long night.”

“Has it?” she feels compelled to ask. Though it's really none of her business and she has somewhere she needs to be. But he has such a warm smile, and she has time to linger for a moment or two.

“I work in the kitchens.” He gestures to the chef’s coat slung over his arm. “Busy week.”

“That's an understatement.”

He raises a brow. “You work here? Can't say I’ve seen you around before.”

“Oh, not really. I'm just a performer for tonight, that’s all,” she explains.

“‘That’s all’?” He laughs again, and this time it's not embarrassment that makes her feel hot. “And what do you perform?”

“I sing.” Ophélie pulls her eyes away from him so that she can get a glimpse at the grand clock across the hall. She can’t quite make out the exact time from here, but she can see the outline of the legs enough to realize she wandered for a lot longer than she originally thought. She’s been late for rehearsal for a while now. “Fuck,” she whispers to herself. “Speaking of, I really must be going.”

She slips past him, completely forgetting all of her manners, so frazzled by her tardiness, by the palace, by his handsome face.

“I'll see you from the crowd then,” he calls after her.

She turns, walking backwards again. “Perhaps I'll see you from the stage.”

- - -

The masquerade is overwhelming. And, all this time Amaryllis never really explained just how grand the stage Ophélie would be singing on was. The main stage, at the head of the main ballroom, where there's more people in the crowd than the opera could ever possibly fit. And to top everything off, she had to follow up Amaryllis’s performance. They certainly made sure Ophélie looked up to the task, from the shimmering pink gown they gifted her to the flowers they wove into her curls.

But she did it, perfectly. Honestly, she would be quite proud of herself, if it weren’t for all the anxiety she’d been repressing all day resurfacing. She’d like nothing more than to just go home right about now, but she’s already supposed to stay here, in a fancy guest suite, and surely Amaryllis will be around soon to congratulate her and introduce her to more fancy industry contacts.

So instead of making a run for it as soon as she’s off the stage, Ophélie takes a deep breath, and politely deals with the gathering of guests that await her with congratulations. There are several requests for a dance with her too, and she probably shouldn’t turn them down, but if her future in the arts hinges on pleasing rich socialites that badly, then she doesn’t really want one. She makes a beeline for the bar, deciding that one drink won’t hurt— she’s earned it after tonight and needs it if she’s going to stay any longer.

“So, ‘just a performer’, huh?” a familiar voice calls out from behind her. Ophélie expects one of the men who crowded her earlier, and wonders when Amaryllis will be here to rescue her. But when she turns around and glances upwards, she’s met with the same blue eyes from this morning, this time from behind a mask. She feels relieved that it’s him, even if she doesn’t actually know him any more than anyone else

“It’s you,” she smiles.

“It’s me.” He matches her smile, and for a moment neither of them make a move. She isn’t normally so, well, odd— at least she’d like to think so— but she’s still just a little suffocated by the ballroom, still coming down from the rush of the stage. He’s the one who makes the first move. “Would you like to dance?”

“Oh, I’m not a very good dancer,” she says, but it’s half-hearted compared to how she used it as an excuse earlier.

“You can’t possibly be worse than me.”

“Is that a challenge?” Ophélie laughs, and then considers it for only a moment. “I’d love to dance.” She holds out her gloved hand for him to take, and when he does she isn’t expecting him to kiss the back of it before pulling her in. His hand on her back is placed far higher than she’d like it to be, and her hand settles on his bicep. The hand in hers is warm, even through the silk of her glove, and she wishes the fabric weren’t in the way.

On the outskirts of the dance floor he leads her into a simple box step, and Ophélie finds she’s not struggling to keep up like she typically does. She always knows the steps, but doing them is often a whole different challenge.

It occurs to her that they’d never actually introduced themselves. “So, do I get to know your name?”

“Only if I get to know yours.”

“Ophélie.”

“Ophélie,” he says, soft and low, and oh she’d really like to hear him say it again. “I’m Lukas.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Lukas.”

“It was wonderful to hear you sing.” His is the first complement she’s gotten tonight that she actually believes.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Liked it? Your voice is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.” And that’s the first complement in a long time that’s managed to get her blushing.

“You’re just trying to flatter me.”

Lukas flashes her a smile. “Is it working?”

“Yes.”

Lukas spins her then, and when he brings her back in the hand at her back is now on her skin, thanks to the low cut of her gown.

“You know, I would have never pegged you as a diva. You certainly don’t act like one.”

“I try not to. At least, not around here anyway.”

“So you’ve got some of that diva attitude in you?”

“You’ll just have to find that out for yourself.”