#[romance fan] I���m in the mood for blood

[royalsunshinehotel]

NSFW Alphabet (The Kid, 18+)

One more day until we bring him HOME!!!!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like the kid is properly touch-starved. He's caught in a cycle of violence with himself in the underground fighting ring, so he takes the opportunity to be soft with you while keeping as much physical contact as possible.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I feel like he's a fan of his arms. We see in the trailer how hard he works with those water buckets, he likes his arms. They're long, he's made them strong, they're great.

As for you, he's very into your hair. You're so soft and warm, and he will put his face in it whenever possible. How do you always smell good? He doesn't need to find out, he'll just enjoy it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This is hard to explain, but here we go. I think that Kid has never finished inside or on a partner. He doesn't really fuck a lot, but now that he's met you, he absolutely loves finishing on your stomach

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to fuck you while wearing the fucking Monkey mask. Maybe there's a kidnapping/beauty and the beast kink involved too.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he's a bit inexperienced. This throws you off because he's gorgeous, but you just need to up the communication. Initially, I feel like you need to break it down for him and say exactly what you want, eventually, he gets the hang of it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I feel like it depends on his mood. If he's heated and angry, he needs you on all fours, ass up. If he's feeling more somber, he needs you slowly, spoon-fucking.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think he gets a bit goofier when the two of you get out of the city. Until then, it's strict, serious, for stress release only. He doesn't care about you, at all (lie).

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I feel like things are minimally contained. He's been so focused on getting by, he doesn't take care of himself until things almost get out of hand.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It takes him a minute to really find his groove with intimacy/romance, but he does get there. Until then, prepare to be manhandled.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I fear it's minimal, but you do talk with him about it. When the two of you become 'official' (official what, you don't know), you tell him you want to watch, and he finds he likes jacking off way more when he's got an audience.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I feel like for kinks he can be into the following (1) getting slapped and having his hair pulled in the bedroom, (2) tying you up and having his way with you, and (3) anything in regards to blood. If you have a period, watch yourself, he can be a shark when he wants.

Also, overstimulation, see later.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I truly think he'll have you wherever he wants. If you're down, he's down, he doesn't care where. It could be in the bathroom at his work, in the shower in his shitty apartment, he could break into a hotel room at his other job and fuck you in a proper bed, or the two of you can go on the roof of a high rise. He's partial to the outside at night.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I think it's somewhat random. He's been trying to survive for so long it's not really something that comes to the front of his mind, that he is "turned on", he just knows he suddenly wants you in his lap. Maybe he wants your hands in his mouth. It doesn't matter why.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I feel like he'd want to do what he could to keep you secret. Anyone else looking at you when you're compromised, with him, is going to be in a lot of pain very quickly. He's private above all.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Initially, I think he's a little confused about getting head. Like it's weird, and he likes it fine, but then he gets your legs around his head and he gets it. Giving for sure.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I feel like the Kid is initially fast and mean. He's rough, but the two of you initially are just hooking up. that's how he thinks it's supposed to go! He doesn't even know all of his options yet, and that makes you a little bit insane. It just means you have to show him...

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If it's likely that no one will see you in a state of undress, he'll take you wherever/whenever he can.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I'd have to say no. I don't have any evidence to back it up, but if you want to make a change, even if it's minimal, you have to ask nicely.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think it's criminal how long he can go. We know he's been training, we know he can fight, this can lead one to believe that, as an athlete, his stamina is way higher than it would be for a normal person.

This is how he figures out he really likes overstimulating you. It scratches an itch in his brain he didn't even know about. You're so sweet and vulnerable, crying that you've had enough, and trying to tell him he's mean.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think it's a bit out of his depth. He gets the concept, he's been in situations where he's seen how they're used, but I think in his head, they're kind of an obstacle to you. He wants to be as close as possible, but that doesn't mean toys are banned forever...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, it's totally foreign to him. He's here, you're here, why bother with posturing?

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The Kid has gone through most of his life alone. It's just facts. He's not had many people to talk to, and has a reputation for being a bit of a 'spook'. This is different with you, obviously. You'll get a lot of gasps, some panting, and your favorite, growling.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character

Chew toy. I think you and the kid bite each other a lot. There's not much else to say about it other than sometimes when the two of you are lying together, either you or he will just have some flesh between your teeth. Usually from the shoulder, but sometimes from the side of your neck. t's comforting, and neither of you feel the need to explain, it just is what it is.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I plead the Fifth Amendment because I might black out if I try to answer this question. I'm seeing the movie tonight, and I'm really not mentally prepared.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I've mentioned in this alphabet that he's been in 'survival' mode for so long, that certain areas of his life have been lacking. This being said, I think his sex drive gets higher and higher the longer the two of you are seeing each other. It's something the two of you work on together :)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The Kid strikes me as an insomniac. I feel like it takes him 30 minutes to an hour to wind down after fucking you. But when he finally does get to sleep, he'll be out cold, which is all you want really.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

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1. Hello, I’d like some jealousy wangxian recs please! No dark lwj or dark wwx tho, like just them drinking vinegar but “healthily” (in the sense that they don’t take it out on their so) thankssss :))

breathe in the air, the last of its kind by wereworm (T, 27k, wangxian, modern, miscommunication, assumed cheating, 5+1 things) features lwj being jealous of a-yuan because he thinks wwx has a boyfriend

Four Parts Honey and One Part Vinegar by masked (T, 13k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Fluff, Humor, Time Travel, 5+1 Things, Jealous WWX, the Impeccable Trust between WangXian, POV Outsider)

A storm without a warning by Spodumene (E, 22k, WangXian, WangYu, Modern AU, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Masturbation, Eventual Smut, Pining, Denial, Drunkenness, Jealousy, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Straight at the Sun by diamondbruise (E, 33k, WangXian, Canon Universe, no war though, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, Misunderstandings, First Time, Anal Sex, Miscommunication, Jealousy, in abundance, Happy Ending)

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2. ITMF... A fic like "Man on My Mind" and "For a Good Time, Call" , where wwx or lwj is a camboy or sex worker of some kind, and the other one gets obsessed.

Please no dom/sub/bdsm or abo/mpreg, anything else is ok.

(All Old Things are New Again series by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (M, 59k, WangXian, Reincarnation, Modern AU, canon still happened, extreme post canon, Sugar Daddy, Kink Negotiation, gentle dom!LWJ, canonical levels of consent play, Modern Cultivators, cultivators can recognize important people from previous lives, vaguely, this started out as a cute sugar fantasy and got just incredibly horny very fast, blame LWJ) noticed this one has some d/s stuff so put in the brackets ~Mod L )

convergent boundaries by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 38k, WangXian, Modern AU, United States, Sex Cam Worker LWJ, Porn Star LWJ, LWJ has tentacles, Bottom LWJ, Fan WWX, Gentle Dominant WWX, Hints of Sugar Daddy WWX, Identity Porn, Financial Advisor LWJ, Former Tech Bro WWX, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, Breathplay, Orgasm Delay, exhibitionist lwj, Exhibitionism, lwj FUCKS, Mentions of Vers and Switch Wangxian, Tentacles)

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3. hello!! for the next itmf, any fics about wwx's red ribbon? where did it come from? does he have a bunch of red ribbons? or is it an especial ribbon? did his mother gave him? his father? if it is a single special ribbon, how does post canon wwx copes with having lost his red ribbon to the corpses at the burial mounds? i have a lot of feelings about this ribbon. thank u for the attention <33

Red Ribbon by ElektraElentari (T, 6k, wangxian, major character death, canon compliant, Drabble Collection, Canonical Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Blood, Grief/Mourning, Suicide, Eventual Romance, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Character Study, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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4. Hello! Does anyone have recs for pastry chef aus? Like coffee shop, but focus on sweets? Any ship! Cake please! Thank you thank you!

Wangxian Versus World: Bakery Style series by stiltonbasket (T, 12k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, JC/WQ, SL/XXC, modern, Organized Crime, lotus sibs own a bakery, Lawyers au, firefighter nmj, Single Parents, married xuanli, Murder Mystery, Bakery and Coffee Shop, getting together, happy ending, adoption)

Bichen Bakery series by gusuvibes (E, 34k, wangxian, modern, bakery au, Pining, Getting Together, Baker LWJ, Nurse WWX, Zizhen in a STARRING ROLE, Bunnies With Bad Names, Elaborate Descriptions of Delicious Baked Goods, Frottage, Eventual Smut)

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5. Itmf fics with famous wwx and manager/bodyguard lwj!

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6. hi!! i was wondering if you had any recommendations for fics that are post canon and are just wangxian being domestic and cute!! thanks!! <33

❤️ Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste (T, 36k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Adoption, Family Fluff, Kid fic, Family drama, Fluff)

And Yet Here You Are by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Cloud Recesses, settling down, Separation Anxiety, Teacher WWX, very light angst, Chief Cultivator LWJ)

the lives of birds by bleuett (E, 15k, wangxian, post-canon, domestic fluff, gardens & gardening, humor, family feels, established relationship, anal sex, rimming, blowjobs)

small mercies by mellowflicker (E, 11k, wangxian, post-canon, fix-it, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Getting Together, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Switching)

beneath rose-colored clouds by RoseThorne (G, 327, WangXian, Rebirth, Symbolism, Gift Giving, Fluff, Post-Canon, POV Third Person, POV LWJ)

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7. Thank you for the good work! If possible, I’m in the mood for a fic where Wei Ying is taken to gusu for punishment—it could be something he agrees to to protect the Wens, could be something the sects agree on, could be something LWJ begs for instead of execution agter the siege. Preferably, no Dark!LWJ, just craving some angst where WWX and LWJ deal with him being confined to gusu as a prisoner.

not exactly a fic, but the comic series House of Gentians by @pakhnokh​ might fit

🧡 decay by antebunny (G, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, the fluffiest ending, Hurt/Comfort)

Torn Between This Life I Lead (And Where I Stand) by meicairoubingfan (kiradyn) (M, 4k, WangXian, Angst, Lies, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Imprisonment, WWX in Seclusion, Alcohol as a Coping Mechanism, Implied Dubious Consent Due to Alcohol, emotional issues, WWX's Poor Coping Mechanisms, Self-Sacrificing WWX, POV WWX, Love/Hate, Referenced Wangxian (Song), Emotional Damage, Goodbye Sex, Suicide Notes, Calibrated For Maximum Emotional Pain, Gūsū Lán Sect Bashing, Gusu Lan Hypocrisy)

My Heart is a Cavern of Longing, Please come home? by LadyVamp (E, 39k, WIP, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Bitch WWX, Forced Marriage, Accidental Baby Acquisition, YLLZ WWX, Oblivious WWX, Canon - Módào Zǔshī & The Untamed Combination, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Forced Bonding, Forced Pregnancy, Depressed WWX, Sex In A Cave, Uncontrolled heats, JZX Lives, Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Pining LWJ, Pining WWX, LSZ is a Ray of Sunshine, Child LJY, LJY is WangXian's son, alpha to omega, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnant WWX, Mpreg) If you dont mind reading omegaverse

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8. ITMF for guilty lan wangji @yupkook​

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending) link in #15

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9. hi! itmf for jealous wwx pre wangxian's relationship? maybe with a dash of possessiveness too 👀

A storm without a warning by Spodumene (E, 22k, WangXian, WangYu, Modern AU, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Masturbation, Eventual Smut, Pining, Denial, Drunkenness, Jealousy, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Angst with a Happy Ending) link in #1

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10. Hello! Please recommend fics with wei ying/lan zhan or both turned into babies/toddlers/kids and the other or their children or brothers take care of them. I have read all the classics like silver and gold, grow etc as much as I adore them please any thing new, I crave this genre. Canon or alternate please but not modern

Thank you @dramaqueenrolf​

i carry your heart with me by lulu_kitty (G, 12k, wangxian, post-canon, established relationship, de-aging, fluff & angst)

sugar stains by lanjingyeet (T, 18k, wangxian, Kid Fic, General Shenanigans, Spirits, questionable parenting, junior trio on babysitting duty, Age Regression/De-Aging, Child WWX)

how do i forgive myself (for losing so much time) by thunderwear (M, 26k, wangxian, post-canon, Age Regression/De-Aging, Kid Fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, JC & WWX reconciliation, Fluff, Pining) LXC de-aged instead

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11. Hiiiiiiii 😊I absolutely love this blog 😍. It helps me so much when it comes to finding awesome fics!

Please can you recommend me some lengthy canon divergence fics that you love. I would love some where wangxian get together earlier and how it changes things or wwx leaving the jiang sect. Or even some with ylz wwx whos only soft on lwj. I wouldn't mind some a/b/o fics either.

Thank you so much 🌸

wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, wangxian, canon divergence, Getting Together, Canonical Accidental Baby Acquisition, Families of Choice,   References to Depression, Canon-Typical Violence, Happy Ending, Noping Out Of Society With Your Boyfriend And Your 50 Wen Refugees: The Novel, Overzealous Use Of Imagery, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Well Except Wen Ning But He Was Already Dead So, Fix-It of Sorts, [Podfic] Wide Enough and Wild by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona))

the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (M, 38k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, set after the yiling date, Sick Child, the illness never gets worse than it is in the first 1000 words)

Looking at You Always, All Ways by Keysmashed (T, 29k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nostalgia, Subtly Assertive LWJ, very mild angst, Angst with a Happy Ending)

stay, fury, your wrist wrapped in silk by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 228k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, YLLZ LWJ, LWJ loses his golden core, yiling wei sect, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Temporary Character Death, War Crimes, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Revenge, Protracted Sunshot Campaign, temporary impotence, growing intimacy)

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12. ITMF fics set during the CR study arc where WWX gives up on bugging LWJ, either because he takes it seriously when LWJ or JC tells him to cut it out, or his own (lack of) self-esteem causes him to worry that LWJ genuinely hates him, or whatever. And LWJ realising that wait no he doesn't actually want to be left alone. (Bonus if there's some angst where WWX throws himself into his studies as a distraction & becomes a model student & LWJ now has to listen to LQR praising him & saying how glad he is that whatever was distracting him before has stopped.) @thispatternismine​

Of Bunnies and Sleeves and All Happy Things by moonwaif (G, 3k, wangxian, mutual pining)

Blooming You a Garden Inside Me by xxxMiaHikarixxx (G, 54k, WIP, WangXian, Hanahaki Disease, Angst, Happy Ending, Pain, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Good Sibling JC, One-Sided NingXian, Good Friends, POV Multiple, JC and WWX Talk About Feelings, JZX & WWX Friendship, Good Sibling LXC) maybe?

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13. for itmf, trans top lwj? with optional (strap) size queen wwx ❤️ modern or canon/cultivation solutions are both fine!

seized by desire by luckymarrow (E, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Yoga, Trans Male Character, Pining WWX, Dominant LWJ, Single Parent LWJ, Developing Relationship, Child LSZ, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Vaginal Fingering, Creampie, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cunnilingus)

when the skies can’t sleep by HappyPrince (E, 2k, wangxian, modern, PWP, Objectification, Humiliation, Name-Calling, Spanking, Crying During Sex, Non-Con/Rape Kink, Trans LWJ, Trans WWX, t4trope, harness, Strap-Ons, Rough Sex, Sadism)

High-quality monster cocks, for your pleasure and your lover’s! by biasto_bias (E, 3k, wangxian, modern, reincarnation, hybrids, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Trans Male LWJ, Bottom WWX, Sub WWX, Top LWJ, Dom LWJ, LWJ pov, Enthusiastic Consent, Consensual Non-Consent, Non-Con/Rape Kink, Painplay, Biting, canon-typical feminine self-description from wei wuxian, Rough Sex)

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14. Hi! For the next itmf… any fics with mini version of mdzs lovers? Like for example Wwx has a mini version of Lwj and Lwj has a mini version of Wwx. (Can be a soulmate indicator where once they reach a certain age, they will have a chibi/mini version of their soulmate)

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15. This is kind of a specific ITMF so please bear with me, but: I've read a few arranged marriage fics where Wangxian got off to a rough start, and they both were convinced the other was unhappy in the marriage, so they both tried to do what they thought the other wanted and it just ended up making things worse, like WWX making himself miserable by obsessively complying with the rules like a Good Lan Spouse(tm) and LWJ realizing WWX won't laugh or smile when he's around (excessive emotion is prohibited!) so he tries to stay away as much as possible so WWX can feel more comfortable, and they're just both feeling so guilty for not being what the other wants. It's my current favorite flavor of angst, so if anybody has anything with similar vibes, pretty please lay it on me.

💖 love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, YLLZ WWX, Arranged Marriage, political scheming, Gratuitous Domesticity, Pining, slow burn, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, bottom LWJ)

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending) the ultimate unhappy marriage angst fic

The Scarlet Lotus by rainbowninja167 (M, 137k, WangXian, Marriage of Convenience, Secret Identity, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical war crimes, Yunmeng Bros, the mortifying ordeal of getting seduced by your own husband, nonlinear chronology we die like cql, just kidding nobody dies in this fic, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication) the arranged marriage bit takes a little while but oh the angst is so good when it comes

A Myriad of Blossoms by Itszero (E, 60k, wangxian, Bottom LWJ, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Forced Marriage, YL WWX, Hurt LWJ, Cruel wwx, he's cruel until he's not, Protective WWX, Caring WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Dark WWX)

All that is solid melts into air by huxiyi (T, 18k, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Growing Old Together, Breaking Up & Making Up, Post-Canon, Character Study, Getting Back Together)

To Bring You Back Within My Reach by ablaiseofglory (M, 20k, WIP, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Angst with a Happy Ending, No dubious consent, Adopted Children, Kid Fic, A/B/O Dynamics, omega wwx, Alpha LWJ, Misunderstandings)

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16. #itmf I'm in the mood for a fic which deals with Wei Ying's three month long disappearance from Lan Zhan's point of view, about Lotus pier burning and Wei Ying missing and whatever rumors to the rumor that he fell into the Burial Mounds? If this is too specific, then Lan Zhan's POV on Wei Ying's three months in Burial Mounds (at any point of time in mdzs verse) would do as well @wutheringskies​

trees long for peace but the wind will never cease by RoseThorne (G, 1k, WangXian, Angst, Fantasizing, Hero Complex, Yearning, Grief/Mourning, Loss, Love, Coping Mechanisms, Coping, POV Third Person, POV LWJ)

waiting, shivering by kornevable (T, 2k, JC & LWJ, Introspection, Missing Scene, background wangxian)

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17. Hi! I was wondering if you’ve got any fics to recommend where lan wangji married into yunmeng jiang?

The Scarlet Lotus by rainbowninja167 (M, 137k, WangXian, Marriage of Convenience, Secret Identity, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical war crimes, Yunmeng Bros, the mortifying ordeal of getting seduced by your own husband, nonlinear chronology we die like cql, just kidding nobody dies in this fic, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication) link in #15

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[lunarwritesthings]

Who Did It

Paring: Gerard Way x M!Oc

Fandom: My Chemical Romance

Request: Yes, by anon

Summary: Gerard learns that his boyfriend is hurt and demands to know who did it, so he can "talk" to them.

Prompt: #47 “Who did this to you?”

Note: The nickname sugar is used because I've seen so many people use it in gee fics that I feel it fits. Gerard is referred to as Gee and Colton is referred to by Col at times.

Warning: Bruises and blood is mentioned!

It's well known that Gerard is shy and extremely nice but what's basically unknown is Gee is a totally different person when someone he loves is hurt. Then he's ready to fight the whole world if he has to.

There's one specific person he'd drop everything for. That person is his love, better known as his boyfriend. Gerard would refuse to go anywhere without him, that included tour. Gee and Colton were inseparable. This was not surprised those close to them. Gee and Col had been together for 3 almost 4 years. They were super important to each other.

Now, normally Colton can protect himself and fight back if he's expecting something to happen. That why the day so-called "fans" decided to hurt Colton simply because they were jealous and apparently Colton "wasn't good enough for Gerard". No one was prepared for what was about to ensue. Let's just say there one rule the band has. That being DO NOT mess with Colton.

It took Gee a while to learn about Colton being hurt because it happened while the band was on stage. Gerard learned about what happened when a voice came through on his in-ears. Gee was immediately filled with anger. He wanted to know who dare hurt his sugar. Mikey, Frank, and Ray knew just off Gerard's mood changed that something had happened to Col and they knew this wasn't going to end well.

The concert was close to being over. The guys were in between songs and on a short break so Ray, Mikey, and Frank had used this time to check on Gee and see what happened to Col. Gee didn't answer the question of how he was he just told them that Colton had gotten hurt. Of course, this upset them. They weren't as upset as Gee well except Frank, but they were still upset.

To Mikey, Col was like the young brother he never got. Mike was honestly surprised Col wasn't truly his brother yet but he wasn't going to rush Colton or Gerard. He cared about both of them a lot. They were part of his family. His main worry was knowing how hurt Colton was. He didn't care about who did it. He wanted to make sure Col was okay.

Ray being the dad of the group was trying to calm down Gee but he was worried about Col as well. He knew something was wrong when he didn't Col in the front row like normal. Now to Ray, Colton was a best friend and almost a son. Col always went to Ray when he needed advice because he knew Raw would listen and try his best to help. They were aware of the father/son bond but didn't care.

Frank was on the same level as Gee on being angry. He wanted to know who dare had the fucking audacity to hurt Colton. Colton was probably Frank's best friend. They had bonded over so much. Frank and Colton may not be related but they sure as hell acted like brothers. Frank was big on being there for Col even if that meant defending him from people because rude to him simply because he was gay and trans. Colton was Frank's not-so-little buddy. That meant if someone hurt col then they better start running because karma was coming.

Once the concert was over Gee and Frank immediately ran to the medical area to check on col and find out who did it. Ray and Mikey shared a look before following the other two to make sure they didn't go crazy and to make sure Frank and Gerard didn't try and murder anyone.

When Ray and Mikey got to the medical area they were shocked when they saw col. Col had a lot of bruises and a quite a bit of blood coming from his nose. Gerard was beyond angry. He had one question. "Who did this to you?". Simple yet not so much for Colton. Did he really want to tell the band that "fans" of theirs did this? Of course, he didn't but col didn't have much of a choice. One Colton told them, they all had different reactions.

Gerard's reaction hadn't changed much but Colton could see the disappointment in his eyes. Frank? He was furious. people who called themselves had the audacity to hurt Col over stupid jealousy and a stupid opinion.

Ray was just fully disappointed. There were people that were fans of theirs that were willing to hurt someone that made Gee happy. He couldn't understand. Mikey was sad and disappointed. It made Mike sad that people told col that he wasn't enough for gee yet Mikey has never seen gee more happy and more himself. Mike was disappointed in the fact they felt like they were Dan's.

Gerard had picked up Colton the second he was free to go. Until Col was fully healed Gee wasn't letting his sugar leave his sight. Deep down Gerard was scared of this happening again. Ray and Mikey worked on calming down Frank and worked on a tweet to post about the situation because it needed to be talked about.

Gee had gently put Col in their shared bunk and knew that col was shaken up and needed comfort. Knowing this Gee was careful but laid down next to Col and let col cuddle into his side. Gerard refused to sleep just in case Colton needed something.

Colton wasn't going to be in bad shape for long only a few days. By the time Col was healed the band had made a tweet about the situation and thank to the help of the fans they found the ones that hurt Colton. They were rightfully banned from all shows and events where My Chemical Romance would be. At the end of the day karma had gotten the "fans" and Col was alright and safe.

[obstinaterixatrix]

It's super cool to hear you talk about romance manga! If you don't mind me asking- what are your favorites and why? (also, if you haven't read it, try You Got me,Senpai. It's like.... WEIRDLY GOOD.)

I got a tag for m/m recs and f/f recs and m/f recs but I dunno about favorites bc it tends to change depending on my mood and what I’ve read lately. also there’s a bunch of what I’d consider my favorite that I wouldn’t necessarily rec to others. well I’ll rehash a couple of them. the rec posts have the caveats and warnings and if it doesn’t have a rec post you’re on your own I don’t feel like writing it all out. Also I’m including webtoons.

A couple m/m faves:

My Bias Is Showing—it seems pretty standard at first glance but the charming art and the charm points of each respective character makes it really stand out. I absolutely love how you need a chart to track everyone’s respective understanding of the situation and how nobody actually has any idea what’s going on. I love how the character that could easily fall into stereotypes of the “weaker” role is very solidly just some guy and is very active in terms of both expression of desire and trajectory of the relationship. I love that siyeol is simultaneously cunning + manipulative and also the biggest idiot alive who essentially tricks himself into falling in love with just some guy because of the dog-blooded drama that only exists in his head. I love the scene where Siyeol bursts into tears and Aejoon just wraps him in a curtain burrito and walks away.

The Honest Life of a Game Studio—I really like how it ends up being this genre mashup of slice of life office romance and… well, I guess quick transmigration kind of? you get to see the characters interact in both extremely normal office settings and also extremely high stakes life or death scenarios. I also like just how detailed the video game studio segments are, like wow the artist definitely gives the impression of having either direct experience or observation of the office side of things. Also the main characters are essentially THE most Just Some Guy energy possible. Like they have their quirks, and Nobu is a big name in the video game world, but it’s kind of in the same way of ‘oh, shu takimi exists.’ he’s not as out there as, say, uchikoshi or kojima. and Anan is just a mega-fan who works in the industry. it’s a good contrast of ‘extremely normal’ and also ‘these guys are now trapped in time prison’

a couple of f/f faves:

Hana to Hoshi—this series stays in my heart. I’ve mostly moved away from high school romance because I like reading stories about characters in my age bracket (but preferably older) but these are my forever gals. I think it’s kind rare to find f/f with my preferred dynamic of ‘stoic weirdo’ and ‘kinda desperate dumbass’ especially with the fun chaotic energy I’m drawn to and this matches it exactly. also has MULTIPLE layers of one-sided familiarity which I absolutely LOVE. you get TWO WHOLE INSTANCES of the whole ‘oh… who are you?’ which is really funny. I also really like hanai’s character arc in terms of being burnt out on what she used to love and rediscovering that joy again, especially since for the most part it happens independently of hoshino.

After the Curtain Call—this series turns me stupid I turn into those awful rec post writers that only lists tropes and archetypes because a lot of them appeal to me. there’s an OFFICE LADY there’s an ACTRESS they’re ADULTS. Jaeyi is sooo cool and Soyung is sooo charming. they’re also very Just Some Guys energy. I also like how they tend to be on completely different pages about their relationship but somehow it never comes up and just works out??? lol??? like I’m sure it’s frustrating to some but I think it’s hysterical that jaeyi is like ‘man I gotta get a role so soyoung doesn’t dump me for being a loser’ and soyoung is like ‘I Am Going To Support Jaein And Her Career No Matter What’ like girls. somehow this is working.

A couple of m/f faves

For Better or for Worse—dylan is sooo charming dylan is soooooo charming I love her. also I really like the barriers to this relationship because it’s nothing that can be explained or resolved easily. on cedric’s side, he’s like ‘oh, she’s still hung up over her ex-fiance and considers him the love of her life…’ and on dylan’s end it’s ‘I know the story and the character you’re supposed to end up with and I care about you and her and I know I’m a placeholder so I can’t get too comfortable and I have to prepare myself to send them off with no hard feelings’ and I *really* like how the trajectory isn’t about the heroine being Actually The Worst Blah Blah Blah but with how the narrative seems to be going and what little I’ve read on spoiler threads it’s more of ‘well different things happened and people have different relationships now so of course they’ll respond differently, people aren’t going to Snap Into Place.’ equipotentiality yknow

I’m the villainous daughter and I’ve decided to keep the last boss as a pet—I actually have no idea if I got the title right I have five minutes anyway I love this one aileen gets to actually have villainous traits without being framed as needing to develop out of them, she’s ambitious and cunning and that’s her strength! also it’s fun seeing claude get yanked around by her whims and guile. There’s also an interesting conflict of villainess transmigrating and having the perspective of ‘this is my life that I’m living in this world’ and the protagonist having the perspective of ‘this world was made for me’

[hornime]

hello hello!! happy 500 :D i’m a new follower and i’d like to request a pit stop (i’m pretty sure that’s the alphabet thing) with mr kenma pls and thank u <3

part of my 500 event! [CLOSED]

NSFW ALPHABET | KENMA KOZUME X GN!READER

warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, gn!reader, mentions of: filming, exhibitionism, choking, bondage, voyeurism, edging, roleplay

a/n: thank you for requesting!!!! this was super fun to write and i hope u enjoy <3

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

kenma’s competitive with himself, and that’s something that definitely carries into the bedroom. he’s analytical, so he’ll ask you questions that you really cannot take seriously after getting your brains fucked out like how many times did you cum? and on a scale from one to ten how good did that feel? although its not the traditional sort of aftercare, you know that he’s only doing it so he can make the experience better for the next time, and so far he hasn’t failed in doing so.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

himself: his fingers. he’s gotta use them for a lot of things: clicking the mouse while he’s gaming, signing business contracts, making you cream around them, sticking them down your throat, you know, day-to-day things. he looks at his hands with pride with the way they’re able to manipulate anything—especially you.

partner: your wrists. he loves the duality; when he’s holding your forearms above your head and thrusting into you mercilessly, he gets a sort of satisfaction in how limp your wrists go, your clenched fists drooping helplessly in his grasp. but he has reverence for their strength; when you’re choking him, fingers digging into his pulse points, he can’t help but focus on the way your wrist pushes down on his collarbone, the post-sex aches there simply reminders of how he fell to putty in your hands.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

would rather cum on you than inside. let’s face it, he was probably a hentai addict at some point and got hooked on the lewd way they showed backshots, facials, and the like. also a sucker for cumming in your mouth when you give him a blowjob and making you stick your tongue out before swallowing. put on a little show of licking your fingers or your lips and he’ll instantly get hard again.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

wants to fuck you while streaming. even after graduating high school, he’s not the tallest nor the strongest, and he’s constantly getting comments like how did he bag someone as hot as ‘em? or they’re probably just in it for the money on videos that he films with you. he’s not an idiot, he knows that even if he was the world’s hottest person there’d still be hate comments because that’s just how the internet works, but he really really wants to shut them all up by pausing his game and folding your body across his desk. there’s no way in hell he’d follow through with that though, because his career—and probably both of your lives—would be ruined, but he’s not opposed to making some faceless porn videos if you’re down for that kind of thing.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

kenma kept to himself for most of his life, so while he didn’t really have hands-on experience, he did get a lot of knowledge from hentai and mangas and such (which really is a double-edged sword because no, not everyone’s nipples are that sensitive, but its fine). so he kinda had a lot of unrealistic expectations and not a lot of sexual encounters to disprove them. but when he blew up on twitch and youtube? phew this guy had people THROWING themselves at him. and so he did indulge a bit, ‘gained some xp’ and ‘leveled up’ as he’d say, before stumbling upon you.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

when you ride him and he’s sitting up so your chests are pressed together. kenma’s the type of person to see kissing as super intimate (yes, even more intimate than literally being inside you) so he loves this position because he can make out with you. he lives for those heated makeout sessions when you’re both moaning into each other’s mouths and nipping at each other’s lips. also likes the position where either you’re sitting with your back to his chest or vice versa and getting each other off.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i feel like he’d be pretty serious at first, in the early stages of your relationship, but as you got more comfortable, his dorkiness would shine through. like, this guy plays video games for a living, alright? he’s bound to make a few dumb references while you are ‘doing the dirty’, maybe let loose his killer wario impression when things get steamy.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i feel like kenma definitely dyed his pubes blonde as part of a prank at some point so that it matched his hair LMAO. and hygiene-wise, i mean, he still is a musty gamer boy except now he’s getting paid for it. so he probably didn’t take care of it at all before really settling down with a long-term partner (cough, you). now he keeps it trimmed (and he might dye it again for kicks).

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

i feel like it varies from situation to situation. depending on the mood and whatnot, he might really cling to the romance stuff and kiss you on the neck or forehead or murmur i love you, that kind of thing. other times, it might just be all about physical pleasure. it all chalks up to what kind of sex you guys are having, really.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

likes to be watched when masturbating. this pretty much goes hand-in-hand with his fantasy of railing you while streaming, but he’s a fan of either having you sit in front of him and boss him around while he’s jerking off or recording himself. also he might have posted a couple of the videos he films for you to a brand new account on twitter, accidentally blew up, and caused the hashtag #isthiskodzuken to trend for a couple weeks... oops.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

filming/voyeurism: kenma spends all his time in front of cameras, and that part of his life is just part of his sexual preferences now. would almost always be down to film a sex tape. when you guys are separated because of work or whatever, your messages are just lewd pictures and snippets back and forth. its really fucking with your data plan.

roleplay: he has an active imagination—need i say more? he’s constantly coming up with scenarios in his head and he’s definitely bought you a sexy cosplay costume on multiple occasions. i can’t see him into anything too intense like ddlg but i’m sure there’s some more milder stuff sprinkled within his sex life.

edging + bondage combo: when he’s subbing, kenma’s definitely the type who wants to relinquish all control. he just wants you to do whatever you want to him and tease him until he’s crying and begging to cum. will squirm a lot, which will eventually prompt you to tie his hands behind his back, which he realizes he likes a lot more than he thought he would.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

his office (feeds into his boss/employee fantasy) and in the bedroom, but just not on the bed (on his desk, at his gaming chair). the bed is for the more lovey-dovey sex.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

this is oddly specific, but i feel like he’s the kind of guy that’ll get really hard if you massage his hair, lull him into a false sense of security, and then wrap your hand around his neck. the moment you squeeze, his face’ll go red and the blood goes rushing to his dick.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

threesomes or sex with other people watching. although he might be an exhibitionist, he’s pretty hesitant when it comes to actually being that vulnerable for another person. there’s a fine line between the thrill of possibly doing it with other people and then the reality of actually doing it with other people and its a line that he most likely will not cross. after all, even though he’s more extroverted than he used to be, sex is still something you still had to coax him out of his shell for.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving (50%): he likes the ego boost that comes with making you cum with just his mouth and, since he keeps note of the kinds of things that really get you over the edge, he’s constantly getting better at it. likes fingering even more, though, so he’ll almost always have his fingers in your hole while he does it.

receiving (50%): loves getting blowjobs while he’s gaming and his headset mic is on (exhibitionist, cough cough). his favorite time to get oral is when you’ve got him tied to a chair and are taking your own sweet time, daring him to cum at the frustratingly slow pace you’re going.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

regardless of the scene, he goes relatively slow. likes savoring the moment and likes seeing your reactions to each of his individual movements even more so he wouldn’t like rushing things.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

honestly, not a fan of them. he gets really flustered after sex, like red-face-and-heavy-breathing-and-messy-hair kind of flustered, so he sucks at composing himself. the last thing he wants is for his stakeholders to realize he got the soul sucked out of him from the burning blush on his cheeks, therefore he like sex when he can take his time with it.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

will be down to experiment if you’re clear about it. open communication is a big one for taking steps in sex because he’s not the best at reading people. so as long as you explain what exactly you want to do, sure, he’ll try it.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

not more than a couple rounds, but they will be excruciatingly long. he’ll make you cum multiple times before he takes care of himself just because he loves seeing your expression when you finish. but once he cums, there’s not much going to happen after that. baby burns out fast.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he loves ‘em and uses them at any given opportunity. he’s still a bit lazy, but does it really matter when he can just buy something to make you both feel good with minimal effort? after all, he has the money. kenma always has the latest ‘gadgets’; in fact, there’s an entire box of toys in his closet. his favorite would have to be the app-controlled vibrator—he loves using it on you as much as he loves you using it on him.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

as much as he likes making you cum, he likes seeing your face and hearing your noises more. so yes, he’s a teaser. he just loves how receptive you get when you’re begging him to touch you more, to fuck you faster, that he can’t help but drag things out longer than necessary. it’s really your fault that he does it, at least, that’s what he tells you.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

loud, loud, LOUD. kenma whimpers and his moans usually get higher-pitched the closer he gets to his orgasm. when he’s busy focusing with you, though, all that’s pouring out of his mouth is absolute filth, talking about how sexy you look and how good you’re taking him. might degrade you here and there when he sees how easy it is for you to finish with him just using his fingers—he can’t help it.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he has the money and the inability to take life too seriously, so yeah, he’s ordered a silicone mold of your genitalia, whether its your pussy or your cock. its embarrassingly useful when he goes on business trips and its the one thing he never forgets to pack (he forgot his passport once but you bet he had his custom sex toy tucked safely in his luggage like the crazy bastard he is). got you a dildo in the shape of his dick for your birthday so he wouldn’t feel as weird about it.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

six and a half inches, slight curve to the left, and for lack of a better word, pretty. it sits prettily in your palm, has a pretty pink shade on the tip, and overall always leaves you satisfied. for what he can’t do with his cock, he has plenty of toys to compensate anyway.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he was pretty conservative about it at first, but once you gave him a taste of his desires and some of your own, he was hooked. what started as taking out his frustrations after a particular bad game became compounded with rewards after a particularly good game, and now he thinks of sex as a good luck charm before he even turns on his pc. so yeah, you got a pretty needy guy on your hands.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’s out almost immediately. he puts a lot of effort into fucking you well, and i mean, he doesn’t have the best stamina despite years of volleyball. basically the pleasure goes straight into his brain, electrifies his nerves for a solid couple hours, and then the moment he cums it all just shuts down. if you make him drink some monster you’ll probably be able to fix the circuit board and get him started up again.

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Our Souls Crave This Magic- Chapter Three

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Reader

Summary: All you want is a quiet year of university as you and your best friend, Edmund move to New York City. Though, that all changes when you meet the spoiled trust fund brat, Caspian. College au.

Warnings: fluff, slow burn romance, enemies to lovers

Words: 2463

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me,all characters are 18+

A/N: Literally just realised how many side characters I’ll have to put in this bc Narnia characters don’t work hahaha! Also, I know that Caspian’s parents are dead, omg Nathaniel Parker is his dad but in this they’re alive and well! Hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think, please let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

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Chapter Three - An Odd Companionship 

You were in heaven, or at least you were as close to heaven as you were ever likely to get as your eyes roamed over all the Halloween themed snacks. There were things that you’d hardly even heard of such as, pumpkin spiced m&ms and chocolate with candy corn in the middle. You loved Halloween, when you were in university in London; you loved to decorate your dorm room, even though 9 times out of 10 you’d be going out to a party. It seemed that Halloween was an even bigger thing over here in America so you knew that you had to decorate your loft apartment.

Glancing behind you, you laughed at the bored look on Edmund’s face; he looked over at you and scowled as he pulled a tongue at you. Lucy, on the other hand looked as excited as you felt, “ooh, marshmallow Oreos,” she grinned and her face lit up, “I should send some over to Susan,” she took a packet off the shelf and threw it into the cart.

Edmund groaned in frustration as he covered his eyes as he trailed behind, “I get why we’re decorating the loft, it’s a tradition and the both of you are obsessed. But, do we really need to buy all of the snacks?”

Ed wasn’t a fan of Halloween. Lucy gasped in horror as she placed her hand over her heart, she was so dramatic, “how can you even say that? These snacks trump the ones in England!” she scoffed at him before wandering down the aisle, intent on grabbing more snacks.

Ed carelessly flung an arm around your shoulders and you smiled up at him, resting your head on his shoulder. Then, your best friend dropped a major bombshell, “Caspian is coming over to help us decorate,” you groaned in frustration, receiving stares from strangers but you didn’t care.

You pinched your temples as annoyance shot through every inch of your body. It was the worst news that you’d heard all day, “jesus, Ed! Why does he have to come over?”

Ed smirked as he looked at you without sympathy, “I think that you’re forgetting, Y/N, just because you don’t like him doesn’t mean I can’t be his friend.”

“He called me a slut,” you pouted as you both caught up with Lucy, you were still sore about that fact.

Ed huffed out a deep laugh, “actually, he didn’t.”

“He didn’t have to, Ed! It was implied.”

Edmund rolled his eyes and lowered his voice so Lucy wouldn’t hear the conversation you were both having, “okay, maybe it was implied but trust me, he didn’t mean it. I think he feels awful about it actually.”

You scoffed as you looked away, wrapping your arms around yourself, he should feel bad, Ed stopped you by placing his hands on your shoulders, worry etched into every corner of his freckled face, “Y/N,” he sighed, biting his lip and you knew that he was trying to find the right words, “please don’t lie to yourself and don’t pretend that you liked Caspian before all that happened. Don’t bring what your dad did into this, Caspian is not the same.”

Edmund’s eyes were so intense and worried that you had to look away, all of the Pevensie siblings were there for you when your dad betrayed your family. And for that, you felt eternally grateful. But, you didn’t want to talk about your dad.

“I can see that you really care about Caspian but I just don’t share your judgement but I suppose for you, I can tolerate him,” you smiled, “even though he is the most insufferable person that I’ve ever met, I hope you know that I would never ask you to choose between Caspian and I,” you would never make your best friend do that.

Edmund laughed as he cupped your cheek, “well that’s a good thing because I really like Caspian,” he smiled when you frowned at him and tilted your head, “you’re my best friend, Y/N, if I had to choose between you and Caspian, I would always choose you.”

You laughed bashfully as you rubbed the back of your neck; you weren’t used to people putting you first. Before you burst into tears like a total loser, you pulled Ed into a hug, inhaling the fresh scent of his aftershave.

Later on that day, you and Lucy entertained yourselves by working your way through some of the Halloween chocolate as you decorated the loft. It had been a long time coming but New York was finally beginning to feel like home. Presumably, Edmund was off somewhere sulking, he wasn’t getting involved with the whole decorating thing but you wanted to go all out. You knew that you’d probably be working on Halloween, but the beauty of college parties was the fact that they seemed to go on all night.

As you were adding fake cobwebs to the corners of the kitchen, there came a quiet knock on the door. Your blood ran cold and you scowled to yourself when Ed answered the door and you heard Caspian’s soft melodic voice. Despite yourself, you peered over your shoulder to look at the handsome man as he grinned at Ed and ran his hands through his thick hair. You were surprised when you noticed that he was wearing a simple white shirt and jeans. You were almost fooled into believing that he was just like everyone else, but you knew the truth.

“Hi, Caspian,” Lucy shouted joyfully and you narrowed your eyes at her as she pulled him into a hug. What a traitor.

“Hey, Lucy,” you could hear the smile in Caspian’s voice and you rolled your eyes, “how are you?”

“I’m good thank you, I’m going to go and decorate the bedrooms, are you alright, Y/N?” you glanced back at Lucy who shot you a meaningful glance as she walked away.

Caspian bit his lip and looked at you from beneath his thick eyelashes, and you noticed that he had the decency to look guilty, “want any help, Y/N?” he muttered and you sighed, remembering the promise that you’d made to Ed.

“Sure, Caspian. You’re on skeleton duty,” you gestured to the plastic bones by the door, “don’t mess it up,” you teased.

Caspian smirked and you had to look away, he was so blindingly handsome in that moment, not that you’d ever admit it, “I’ll try not to.”

The both of you somehow managed to work in harmony for a little while until Caspian halted his movements and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him glance at you. You almost felt the burn of his eyes on your skin.

“Y/N,” he started and when you looked over at him you were surprised to see that his deep brown eyes were soft and a crease was forming in the middle of his forehead, “I owe you an apology; I didn’t mean what I implied the other week. I was in a bad mood, lack of sleep you know.”

You grimaced, it was your fault that he hadn’t got any sleep that night, “right,” you flushed as he walked behind you to grab some tape, the warm spicy scent of his aftershave washing over you, “I’m sorry about that.”

Caspian shrugged, “I think I was jealous too.”

His confession shocked you so much that you gasped and almost toppled off the chair that you were standing on. How was he jealous? “Jealous?” you squeaked.

Caspian’s eyes widened as he realised how it sounded and you  could tell that he was trying to backtrack, “I swear, not in the way you think, it’s just, it’s been a while,” he flushed and you found that it was pretty endearing.

A frown graced your features as surprise wracked through your body, you hated Caspian but you weren’t blind to his attractive looks and mild mannerisms. Most girls would fantasise about him, “seriously?” you raised an eyebrow, “no park avenue princesses’ have won you over?”

Caspian let out a deep laugh that would reduce most people to a puddle, “nope,” he smiled as he picked up a can of silly string, “although I’m flattered that you’re surprised, even if you don’t think much of me.”

Caspian’s voice was teasing but you still kind of felt guilty, if you were being truthful, it wasn’t all that personal because you hated everyone like him, it didn’t matter who they were. People who had too much money and not enough sense got on your nerves.

“Trust me, Caspian I have my reasons for not liking you.”

Caspian touched your elbow gently as he walked past you, “I wish you would tell me what they are, because I know that you’re hiding something, Y/N.”

You wouldn’t open yourself up to Caspian, no matter how many sweet smiles that he shot your way. There was no way that you were going to be allying with your enemy; Hell would have to freeze over first.

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A couple of weeks later, Caspian was sitting in the living room of Edmund’s loft apartment with his text book open on the coffee table. The words in the text book in front of Caspian seemed to swim before his tired eyes, the young man groaned as he rubbed his hands over his face as his head began to throb. He glanced over at Edmund who was fast asleep with his cheek sticking to the paper of his essay with his mouth agape. Caspian chuckled and looked over at the clock; it was a little past 2 in the morning.

Caspian was glad that Ed had suggested that they studied at his apartment, Caspian had had a row with his housemates, they were some of his closest friends but lately, they were pissing him off. Caspian stretched his tired muscles, he needed to finish this essay but they had run out of coffee a little over an hour ago. He stood from the couch, fully intent on grabbing some more coffee when he saw that Y/N’s bedroom light was still on and the door was slightly ajar.

Biting his lip, Caspian decided to ask her if she wanted anything, he’d feel bad if he didn’t at least ask. He swallowed and peeked his head through her open door and he was awe struck with what he saw. Y/N had her back to him and she was painting a beautiful landscape of a castle in ruins, surrounded by mountains and an ocean. It was so hauntingly beautiful.

“Y/N?” he called out softly and she jumped as she was startled and she whipped around to look at him.

“Caspian?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you, I was going to go and grab some coffee, do you want anything?”

Her lips parted slightly, like she was surprised that he’d even ask, her eyes were downcast for a second as she fiddled with her fingers. Caspian had never seen such a look on her face before, it seemed that she was in fact, human, “would you mind it if I came with you?”

“Oh!” Caspian exclaimed, gobsmacked that she wanted to go with him but she looked a little upset, maybe she needed a break, “sure, Y/N. Of course.

Y/N smiled tightly at him as she grabbed her distressed leather jacket before following Caspian into the main part of the loft. As soon as she saw the state that Ed was in she giggled, shaking her head. Her laugh was a pretty sound when it wasn’t directed at Caspian’s expense, “someone couldn’t cut it, huh?”

Caspian laughed at the smirk on her pretty face as they walked out into the cold night together, it was an odd companionship, “did you need a break or something? That’s the only reason I can think of as to why you would actually spend time with me willingly,” he teased and Y/N laughed as she bumped her shoulder against his.

“I sure did need a break; my art assignment is really kicking my arse.”

Caspian bit his lip and decided to try his luck, “is that what you were painting. From where I was standing, it looked beautiful.”

Almost at once, Y/N tensed up and her face grew stoic which was a shame, “thank you but um, no that’s something else,” she ran a hand through her messy hair but she didn’t elaborate.

“What was it?” Caspian asked with interest, they were actually having an adult conversation and he didn’t want to stop now.

Y/N scoffed as she gave him the side eye, “nice try, keep dreaming, pretty boy.”

Caspian chuckled as he held up his hands in defence, “can’t blame a guy for trying.”

As they were walking down the dark high street, Caspian internally groaned they ran into a family friend who was leaving a bar, he was completely insufferable. Why the hell was he in a bar in Brooklyn? Michael smirked as he looked from Caspian to Y/N, if Y/N thought that Caspian was an arrogant trust fund baby then he was nothing compared to this guy.

“Hello, Caspian, you’re out late, it definitely looks like you’re slumming it but I never would have believed it,” his lip curled when he noticed Caspian’s NYU jumper and Caspian’s blood boiled in anger. Michael raised an eyebrow as he looked over at Y/N, “at least you’re slumming it with a pretty girl.”

Y/N let out an angry breath as she glared at Michael, “watch it, wanker.”

Michael grimaced, his blue eyes cold and lifeless, “interesting, a mouthy British girl,” he let out a nasty laugh as he patted Caspian’s shoulder. Caspian clenched his jaw, he so wanted to punch Michael in his smarmy face, “make sure you call your mom.”

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Caspian lowered his voice as Michael pushed past them.

She nodded but she looked angry, angrier than Caspian had ever seen here, “what an arsehole. How do you know him?” she gritted her teeth as she glared at Michael’s retreating back.

“Family friend unfortunately, I have to put up with him,” Caspian muttered, distracted when his phone vibrated in his pocket, he sighed in frustration when she saw it was a text from his mum. What the hell was she doing up at this time? Did she have eyes everywhere or something?

‘Just because you haven’t been in touch with me sweetie, doesn’t mean you can get out of the wedding at the end of November, I hope you haven’t forgotten. Evelyn says that she hasn’t heard from you in a while, sort it out, Caspian x’

Caspian scowled as he angrily shoved his phone back into his pocket, talking to Evelyn hadn’t been a part of the deal. Not yet anyway.

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Hardcore YamiChar fan here. Couldn't find the fanfic I wanted so I wrote one for myself.

I enjoyed writing it so much that I thought of sharing it with other YamiChar fans, too! It's my first attempt at a fanfic HA. I'm not sure what the ideal WC for fanfics is but I do know that this is way too long. If you read this, I hope you'll enjoy + leave feedback! 🤗

Anime: Black Clover

Characters: Yami Sukehiro x Charlotte Roselei. Passing mentions of other characters.

Genre: Fluff, romance, friendship, explicit sexual content 🥵

Rating: M

Synopsis: Yami and Charlotte get into an ugly fight and then they try to reconcile.

Word Count: 6,335 😬

Minors, dni.

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Yami felt steam rise up from his entire body. He stared at the floor in disbelief. He slowly looked up at Charlotte and his disbelief shaped itself into a seething anger.

They both stood in the centre of his room. A sliver of embarrassment shadowed Charlotte's face. She couldn't believe she had slapped Yami so hard that his lip was bleeding.

Charlotte had come to his place to drop some reports from their last mission. Their banter today had gotten out of hand. Yami was teasing Charlotte like always and though she never seemed to mind, today something shifted in her. Whatever Yami said pricked her like never before and she slapped him right across his face for a frivolous remark.

Before Charlotte could open her mouth to apologise, she felt a strong force push her 10 feet back. The apology hung and died in the back of her throat. Pitch black energy enveloped her neck, wrists, thighs, and ankles and pinned her against the wall. Spread eagle on the wall above a small shelf, Charlotte took a second to understand what was happening. Yami had moved with lightning speed and was barely an inch from her now. She could hear him grinding his teeth. She could feel his heat.

“Don't you dare raise your hand...” Yami growled in her ear and felt her ki shift from fear to something else so helplessly and plainly that he stopped mid-sentence. Something dropped in his stomach. His anger changed again but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it had become now. With a hint of a smile in his voice, he asked in a soft whisper, “Oii oii, Princess, what's that, eh?" He didn't meet her eyes and stayed completely still. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Charlotte was breathing heavily. Her warm breath made the hair on his neck stand.

Charlotte said nothing. She didn't want to give away what being so close to him was doing to her. She knew Yami could only read her ki to a point. She put on a determined and strong facade.

“I can taste the speed of your blood rushing to places it shouldn't be rushing to,” whispered Yami as he licked the blood off his lips. Charlotte's eyes widened as it dawned on her that Yami wasn't really dense when it came to these things. She panicked and tried to break free from his magic's restraints in vain. He moved as she did, making sure to not touch her at all.

“Let me go, Yami. Right now," she spoke slowly and firmly but he sensed that everything inside of her said otherwise.

When she stopped struggling, he began speaking in the language of a smirk. His lips were so close to her ear that she could feel his beard caressing her lobe every now and then.

“I can feel the heat rising in your cheeks and I can see that knot in your belly and I can taste the thirst in the back of your throat. Hmm.”

He stopped. He contemplated saying more. He wanted to embarrass her. He was still angry at her audacity to slap him.

“Please...,” Charlotte whispered.

“Hmm?”

Still not touching her, he carefully moved to her other ear, his lips almost brushed hers but his focus was sharp.

“I can hear the blood rushing to your nipples, Princess, hardening them. I can hear the ache in your inner thighs. I can taste the warmth flooding around your soft mound. I can hear your toes curling. I can sense the slight movement in your hips. This unintentional offering of yours to a peasant like me is pretty uncharacteristic of you, no?” Sarcasm oozed out of his words.

He stayed close but still, waiting for her to say something snarky. His lip and cheek still stung from the slap. But what he was doing now would sting her for the rest of her life. Her silence made his anger boil up again, and his whisper changed to a guttural sound. “You think you can slap....”

Before he could complete his sentence, Charlotte spoke in labored breath. “Please, stop this and just do what you want already.”

Half confused and half surprised, Yami frowned.

After a moment's pause, she sighed and whispered, “Yami, please, just take me”

Yami moved back a few steps and cocked his head. Charlotte gasped as if something precious had been taken from her. He looked at her pleading face. Her eyes were fixed on the ground. She looked gorgeous pinned and restrained on the wall; strands of her golden hair stuck to her sweaty face. Yami practically undressed her with the crude way he looked at her body. But he remained unmoved. His face looked bored at worst and indifferent at best. He took out his sword and Charlotte swallowed hard. Maybe he was dense and actually wanted to kill her. Terror flashed in her eyes. The cool blade touched her thighs and she wriggled her hips. Yami made a slit in the centre of her shorts and her wetness bloomed outwards toward him. She was slick with wetness and glistening. In a flash, Yami moved closer to her as he unzipped his leather pants and took his throbbing cock in his hand. He thrust himself in her with such speed and violence that she didn't even get a chance to see him in all his glory. He moved inside her hard and fast, revenge staining each thrust. He moved without making a sound, without touching her anywhere else. She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. Her body ached for just one touch. He was intentionally making sure that his chest wouldn't so much as brush against her breasts, or his face wouldn't collapse into her neck. Unsatisfied with how little he touched her, she tried to look for his hands as he fucked her angrily. His hands were on the wall beside hers, a hair's distance between them. She tried to move her hands as much as she could with the restraints, but he moved quickly. With hurt bubbling inside her heart she accepted whatever the hell this was. She gave in and groaned. She clenched around him each time an orgasm took her, her groans turned into moans and she quivered around him. As she felt a final surge of pleasure spreading everywhere, Yami pulled out and came all over her thighs. He turned around quickly, zipped his pants, and sat down on the bed, leaving Charlotte exposed and still quivering with delight. He lit a cigarette and without looking at Charlotte, removed the pitch black restraints around her wrists, thighs, neck, and ankles. She almost fell but steadied herself.

Unsure of what to say or do next, she began, "Yami, I am...."

"Get out."

"What?"

He looked up at her, bore his eyes into hers for the first time since the slap, and spat out something so cruel that it would ring in her ears for a long time, "Get out. You slapped me, I fucked you like the whore you are. We're even. Now get out."

Charlotte, dumb-founded, jerked her head back. She grabbed her bag and grimoire and left without another word. The transactory nature of all of this made her sick to her stomach. This wasn't what she had imagined her first time with Yami to be like. She couldn't believe how inconsiderate and insensitive Yami had been. She had known him to be caring and loving and overly protective of his friends, even if he didn't express it properly. So, this crass exchange didn't make sense to her. Simply put, her heart had broken not because of what had happened. But because she had just lost all respect for Yami. And, how can one love someone if one doesn't respect them?

//

The next morning, Julius called in a meeting of all magic knight captains. Everyone was in a jovial mood. Yami was late as usual. Charlotte, Nozel, and Feugoleon were waiting calmly. There was chattering and bantering and laughter. Until, Yami walked in. Everyone shut up. They had never experienced such a heavy aura from Yami. He always had a chilled out, lazy aura about him. They were all confused but no one dared to say a word. Nozel was sure that Yami had been possessed by a devil. Because everyone was so shaken by Yami, no one noticed Charlotte's visible discomfort.

//

Everything started returning back to normal slowly for Charlotte. Meetings were bearable. Charlotte had made a special request in secret to not be paired with Yami for missions. She cried in bouts, in between chores, after meetings, saddened by the friendship she had lost. She tried to block the memory of that evening but Yami's words came back to her suddenly and again and again. She would shudder with pain and sob till she felt nothing.

Yami remained sharp and focused during meetings and missions. He made sure to never look at Charlotte directly. When and if he spoke to her during meetings, he looked at Jack instead. He stayed aloof and the heaviness accompanied him everywhere.

Everyone slowly realised that Yami and Charlotte weren't teasing eachother anymore. There was no banter from them whatsoever and that greatly changed the dynamic of the meetings. Jack wanted to approach Yami but he thought better of it.

//

3 weeks after the evening of the slap, Yami left the Black Bulls base around 11pm. His mind was unfocused and clouded. He struggled to calm down. He struggled to make a decision. In the end, he found himself perched on the railing of Charlotte's balcony. He saw her silhouette behind the translucent curtains. She was combing her hair. He felt her ki, heavy with an inexplicable sorrow, embarrassment, and worthlessness.

He sighed heavily. He wanted to undo everything. He wanted his friend back. He wanted to apologise. He wanted to make her feel beautiful again. It's not like he wasn't aware of her feelings for him all these years. He just chose to ignore them. He felt he would never be able to live up to her expectations. He enjoyed the chase, the light flirting, but never took any of it seriously. Somewhere deep down, he had accepted nothing was ever going to happen between them.

He sighed again. He could have acted so differently that night. He was ashamed that he let himself succumb to his viciousness. He never thought she could bring out that side of him, but she did. That evening, when she had slapped him, he had boiled with anger. When he had restrained her, he hadn't intended to harm her. When he had moved closer to her, he was just toying with her, mocking the kind of anger that he knew would scare her. But the shift in her ki that evening was so... pure...so innocent, he couldn't keep himself steady. His head spun and he gave in to a side of him that he had always kept at bay around her. Of course he didn't mean what he said to her. He was just trying to cover up his need for her. And in doing so, he had given birth to something awful, something mixed with an inexplicable anger towards her and his need to make her his.

Lost in thought, he didn't realise when Charlotte had opened the door of the balcony. Her hair was braided and tied into a neat bun. She was wearing a shear nightgown. The cold wind gave her goosebumps and the moonlight shone bright in her eyes. She looked stunning and Yami wanted to ravage her right there and then. His entire being ached. He had gotten a taste once but that wasn't even close to what he wanted from her. But he made sure that his eyes didn't drop to her perfect curves or her supple breasts or her shapely legs that he had imagined wrapped around him countless number of times. He didn't look anywhere else except for her face. He felt it was a necessary sign of respect after what he had done the other night.

“What are you doing here, Yami Taicho?"

Her use of the honorific "Taicho" hurt him. She was verbalizing the distance between them. She glared at him, waiting for an answer. Her eyebrows high and and perfectly shaped for him to kiss.

“Just dropped by to say hi. We haven't talked since our little adventure, you know." He immediately regretted making light of the situation. Charlotte gave away nothing, her expression plain and indifferent. But she grinded her teeth ever so slightly and Yami noticed.

“If there's something urgent regarding a mission, then please come straight to the point, kaicho. Otherwise, leave."

Yami remained still. He tried to tap into her Ki to understand what she was feeling. He felt nothing. Just a vast expanse of nothingness. Overcome with regret and guilt, he lit a cigarette and settled in the chair on the balcony.

“Why don't you go back inside? Let me finish my cigarette first and then I'll leave. It'll be like I never came, Princess.” He said princess in his same old mocking way, hoping to bring a sense of familiarity in this cold conversation.

"Oh, but you did! You're here! You're a disrespectful coward who doesn't deserve my time, love, or friendship. Get off my balcony."

Yami looked deep into her eyes but said nothing, nor did he move. Her eyes spoke loud enough for both of them.

After a moment of collecting herself, Charlotte calmly said, “You know, Yami Taicho, a man ceases to be a man when he doesn't realise or acknowledge when he needs to apologise. Good night.”

With this, she turned around, ready to go back in the room. But she felt Yami's firm hand around her arm. She pulled back in vain. She kept fighting but his grip was too strong. She managed to get a few scratches on his face. He pushed her inside and finally, in a broken voice said, "Calm down, princess. Please."

“Let me go, you bastard.”

“Charlotte, please. I am sorry. I am sorry for what happened that night. Let me make it up to you.”

Taken aback by the way her name rolled in his mouth, Charlotte stopped struggling. He had never called her by her name. It was always a mocking "Princess".

"Please." He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on hers.

If ever she saw a broken man, it was Yami in this moment. She couldn't put together the Yami of tonight with the Yami she saw 3 weeks back. Tonight, there was a crack in him out of which a subtle softness leaked; she had never seen or felt it before.

She sighed. Yami let go of her hands and flicked his cigarette in a bowl on her nightstand. He then held her face with such tenderness that she forgot where she was, what she was, or what had happened between them. His thumb caressed her eyebrows and eventually her parted lips. His left hand deftly opened her braided hair, moved to her lower back, and pressed her entire body against his. She gasped slightly, his warmth covering her entire being. His right hand remained on the side of her face, continuously caressing her lips and eyes in slow and small cirlces.

Charlotte suddenly pushed back and spoke in a broken voice, “I won't be able to stand it another time. Please. I didn't deserve whatever you did to me last time and I don't deserve whatever you're planning to do now. I won't let you make a fool out of me twice. Leave.”

Unfazed, Yami moved closer to her, picked her up in his arms, and gently laid her down on her bed. She closed her eyes so she could hold back her tears. Hovering over her, his hands still under her lower back and head, he spoke slowly but with intention, “You're right. You didn't deserve what I did to you last time. But you do deserve to be loved. Fuck love, you deserve to be worshipped. And you shouldn't stop a devotee like me, Princess. Not tonight.”

She was dumbstruck at his words. Even his gentleness was laced with brutishness. She didn't know how to react to what he had just said.

On top of her in an instant, he opened the loosely tied string of her nightgown in a swift movement. He looked at her nakedness. She was truly shaped like a goddess. She never used any fragrance and he inhaled the pure and raw heat emanating from her. She smelt like wet earth. He couldn't wait to lick the folds of her soft belly or her breasts that were perfectly sized for his large hands. He saw tears rolling down her cheeks and he broke. A soft whimper escaped her lips and then everything went still and quiet for a moment.

She shivered from the cold wind. And, from the anticipation of what might be coming. When she opened her eyes, he was nowhere to be seen. She perched her neck to look for him and felt a flutter of a kiss on her right toe. Embarrassed, she shrieked and pulled her legs to her chest, “What are you doing?!”

Yami caught her feet in his hands, and brought them back where they were. “Shhh, princess. Just lie back and let me make it up to you, please.”

Charlotte, uncomfortable at first, finally gave in. He started again, kissing each of her toes gently. He made his way up, kissing and nibbling at her ankles, her calves, and the back of her knees. After each kiss, his hands strongly caressed the part of her legs he had kissed. As he moved up, his face came closer to her heat. He licked all over her thighs, their back, their sides, the insides. He nibbled at the soft skin of her inner thighs. He could feel her moving her hips towards him. She was getting impatient already. He kept kissing her legs till there was nowhere left to kiss. Her legs glistened in the moonlight with the moistness of his kisses.

He moved up and Charlotte put her hands on his shoulders. She didn't know when he had removed his clothes. Yami had only reached her hips and his hair tickled her belly. He was taking his own sweet time, loving every inch of her body that he had refused to even touch last time. He chuckled at how hard it had been to not touch a beauty so real and close. He glided his tongue in the crevices where her waist met her legs, right next to her clit, and around her belly button. He bit the sides of her waist and softly kissed the bite marks. Charlotte was moving with Yami. She shuddered at each kiss, moaned at each bite, and gasped when Yami's rough hands stroked the definition of her body. He licked the skin under her breasts and made his way upwards to her hardened nipples, leaving behind a trail of his saliva. He took a nipple in his mouth and fluttered his tongue on it to make it harder before he started sucking on it. He groaned deep into her skin. Charlotte was panting, moving as much as she could, and his groans built up a tension in her stomach that she couldn't ignore anymore. She moved her hips up, and his cock brushed against her clit. Both of them gasped loudly.

"Please, princess, be patient. I'm not done yet,” whispered Yami as he removed a strand of hair from her face and positioned himself so she couldn't move her legs or hips.

His hand fondled her other breast, gently pinching her nipple so she would make that deep but small sound he loved. He moved to suck on the other nipple, and cupped the other breast so it wouldn't lose the warmth of his mouth. From there, he moved to kissing and licking her shoulders, all the way to her fingers. He kissed the inside of her elbows, and nibbled at her wrist. He sucked each of her fingers and kissed the inside of her palms and her knuckles.

Charlotte had never been loved like this. He was kissing her in places she didn't know could be loved. The tension in her belly had spread its wings and she wanted to wrap her legs around him. But he had made sure to pin her legs down with his, making it difficult for her to move. She tried moving her hand to her clit, now throbbing and aching so much she could feel it in her lower back, but he grabbed hold of it before she could touch herself and restrained her, again. But this time, he was so gentle it felt like he was treating her as one would treat a flower.

“You know I can break free whenever I want, right?”

“Hmm. But don't.”

He had just begun working her neck now. With one hand restraining her wrists above her head, and the other hand in her hair, he began to wet her neck with his tongue. It was as if he was trying to absorb her, learn her curves, her corners. His stubble scratched her neck lightly and goosebumps bloomed everywhere on her skin.

"Yami, please. I can't take this anymore."

"I can't either. I can't take how beautiful you are. How pure and innocent you are. How you move with me, under me, beside me. How you gasp every fucking time the tip of my tongue touches your skin. How you moan my name so deeply; all of me comes out howling and at your service. How your body responds to my hands, all of this shuddering and quivering is driving me insane. I want to take you, make you mine, mark you as mine. This is my worship. Do you approve, princess? I think you do. Your body speaks to me in ways you can't fathom. You're only my goddess and I must be your only devotee. It boils my blood if anyone so much as looks at you.”

He said all of this in the lowest, softest whisper possible and between kisses and licks and nibbles and bites on her neck. He paused and looked directly into her eyes now.

“I can stand anything except being away from you. The last 3 weeks have been hellish. I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry for hurting you. I'll never forgive myself for hurting the most precious part of myself. But I hope, one day, you will.”

Charlotte was lost for words. Tears rolled down her cheeks and Yami licked them clean. He kissed her eyes, and then finally, her lips. He smelt of cigarettes. But there was hint of the raw smell of his skin that Charlotte found irresistible. Beneath the cloud of smoke he smelt salty and fresh like the sea.

Yami was careful not to be too harsh as he kissed her lips. He was afraid years of pent up feelings would make him bite her, or shove his tongue in her mouth too hard. So he pecked her sweetly and fluttered his tongue inside her mouth every now and then. But Charlotte bit his lips hard, licked them, and then nibbled at his entire jawline. He stayed still and swallowed. She was kissing him as if this was the last time she would see him. Her greed for his touch was laid out in plain sight. His entire body, hell, his entire being lit up. He let go of her hands and it took her less than a second to pull him down towards her. But Yami made sure to be on his knees still, for fear that his cock would touch her too soon.

Charlotte found a comfort in the weight of his chest crushing her. She ran her fingers through his hair and tried to move her legs so she could pull down all of him towards her, not an inch of distance between them. But Yami wasn't having any of that. He kissed her lips again. Then, he bit her chin lightly and sucked her flesh all the way down to her navel, where he stopped to see her breasts perked up and her face thrown back. Her hands were now out of his hair and cupping her own breasts.

Yami continued sucking and licking till he reached exactly where Charlotte wanted him. His large, warm hands spread her legs wider, and he bent down to cover her plump mound in kisses and suckles. She was moving her hips relentlessly now, hoping to have Yami's lips touch her clit, even if accidentally.

“Please, just once. Please, please, I can't stand it anymore. It hurts to have you so close and yet so far.”

Yami smiled against her inner thigh, spread her lips apart with his hands, and suddenly stuck his thick and wet tongue inside her. Charlotte's eyes flew opened, her eyeballs rolled back, and she moaned his name, long and deep. He moved his tongue in and out of her ever so slowly, teasing her even after all of this madness. His breath on her clit was still the closest he got. When his lips and chin were completely coated in her wetness he moved his face away. Thick strands of her wetness hung between his lips and hers, glinting in the moonlight. He stuck out his tongue again, and started a long hard lick from her soft, throbbing slit all the way up to her swollen clit. Charlotte screamed, her back arched, her toes curled. It was too much for her. She sat up and held Yami's head as his tongue finally fluttered against her clit. She moved her hips with Yami's tongue and Yami lost all sense of control. Her smell, her warmth, her need, her taste, her hands in his hair, everything made Yami lose his mind. He dug his fingers in her waist and suckled at her clit till her groans became moans, till her moans became screams, till her quivering legs together had his head buried between them.

When Yami finally looked up, Charlotte was already so spent that she lay back with a thud. Yami looked at her, taking in her body, her face, her breasts, her hair splayed all over the pillow, everything about her. His mouth was wet and sticky and he was licking his lips as he bore his eyes into her. She covered her face with her hands. She couldn't believe how easily she'd given in to him.

“Don't look at me, please. I am so...”

Yami shut her up with a kiss and Charlotte gave in, again. While he kissed her, he caressed her face with both his hands. His familiar weight, scent, and texture seemed to comfort her even more than before. She ran her hands all over his well-defined back, arms, and chest. Charlotte was getting braver and bolder with each passing second and Yami wanted to be owned by her. She pinched his fleshy bum and laughed out loud in between the kiss. Yami was taken aback at first but he joined her in her laughter.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulled him closer, and gripped his moist, warm, and hard cock with her right hand. Her touch made Yami collapse and bury his face in her neck. He bit down on her flesh so hard that Charlotte let out a little wail. The tip of his cock touched her ever-growing wetness, and Yami moved slightly to enter her but didn't go all the way in. She was slick with his saliva and her cum. He started moving slowly, only giving her the tip of his cock. It was getting unbearable for him to keep toying with her. He wanted, so badly, to just fuck her deep and hard but he wanted this to last for as long as possible.

He maintained a steady rhythm as Charlotte slowly bloomed and eased around him. Moaning his name as she held his shoulders and wanting more of him, Charlotte moved her hips to meet him halfway. When he stopped, Charlotte growled and dug her fingernails into his shoulder. He started moving again.

"Yami, please," whispered Charlotte.

"Hmm?"

"Please."

"Hmm."

In one swift motion, Yami plunged himself deep inside of her, his entire length nestled effortlessly within her soft warmth. He moved in and out of her ever so slowly. Charlotte had lost her voice and all that she could muster were raspy groans and loud gasps. Yami's low gutteral growls were a voice Charlotte still wasn't used to. She found a deep pleasure in his growls, it made the hair on her arms and neck stand in ovation and she could feel her nipples hardening against his chest again. Each time Yami moved, his chest rubbing against her flesh, his arms flexing right next to her face, his hair tickling her neck, his lips constantly kissing all of her, she felt like she was going to burst open. The tenderness with which he moved inside her shocked her, too. To see a beast so feral become so soft for her suddenly made her feel powerful. They moved together, taking their own time. Yami gave her all of him in smooth, steady, and painfully slow thrusts.

Yami hadn't moved his face from her neck and had continued sucking where he had bit her earlier. His hands constantly stroked the sides of her body. Her hands were all over him, digging into his flesh.

“You're so gorgeous," he mumbled.

“Uhun?”

“Hmm.”

“And?”

He chuckled while moving inside her, “And what?"

”What else am I?"

“It's tough to find the right words for you, princess." He unburied his face from her neck, propped himself on his elbows, and kissed her nose.

“Let's..." she let out a slight moan mid-sentence, "...let's start small."

"Yeah? Like how?" He pecked her lips sweetly and smiled at her. What she said next made Yami skip a beat.

"Like if I'm tight enough?"

Yami grunted. He hadn't taken Charlotte for someone who was vocal in bed. She was always so prim and proper. He would go as far as calling her a prude. He felt himself getting slightly harder inside of her and Charlotte clenched tighter around him. And then, she immediately unclenched to tease Yami. She could see Yami's face change as he started moving slightly faster. His left hand was moving behind her head now.

She spoke between moans again, breathing heavily, "Or if I'm wet enough for you, Yami Taicho," and arched her back towards him suggestively, taking him in even deeper.

Charlotte could feel Yami throbbing inside of her. She could tell he was slowly increasing the speed with which he moved in and out of her. Yami, usually very vocal in bed and used to ordering around in crass language, was at loss for words. This was too unexpected and his heart was racing. This was a woman he loved. Charlotte's candidness woke in him something he didn't understand. He couldn't believe that the strongest woman he had ever known and fought alongside, was asking him something so intimate.

“Yami Taicho, tell me, is my cunt tight enough? Is it slick and wet enough for you to fuck me harder?”

Yami felt his chest tighten. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw. He struggled to stay put but couldn't. He pulled her hair with a jerk, put his right hand under her right thigh and pushed it up so her knee touched her breast. Spread even wider, Charlotte could feel Yami's urgency. He shifted gears from loving her to fucking her so quickly that Charlotte covered her mouth with her hands so she wouldn't be too loud. There was no stopping him anymore. She bit her lip and a ringing laughter birthed itself out of her plump lips. Her moans were getting longer, getting punctuated with deeper sighs.

"Oh, Taicho, I've touched myself so many times thinking about you fucking me till I cum all over you" she teased and breathed heavily. Her face glowed with Yami's and her own sweat.

Yami suddenly pulled out, and a guttural cry emerged out of Charlotte. Before she could understand what's happening, Yami had flipped her around. His left hand pinched her left nipple so hard, Charlotte cried out. He pulled her hair back with his right hand and bit her jaw and kissed her lips with an urgency he had kept at bay till now. He then let her breast go and thrust his cock inside of her, and started fucking her relentlessly. Charlotte couldn't catch her breath in time and her eyes rolled back. His arm snaked around her waist and he started rubbing her clit. He felt her legs shivering, giving away.

“Hard enough?"

She couldn't say anything and nodded as she tried to steady herself.

“Rub your clit while I fuck you, Charlotte." He bit her shoulder and stroked her waist roughly. A deep flush rose in her cheek. She was surprised at how shy she suddenly felt. Still not used to him saying her name, Charlotte felt herself clenching tighter around him. When she didn't move her hands, Yami pulled her hair harder and growled, “Rub it," and guided her hand towards her clit. With his hand on top of hers as she rubbed herself deep and hard into another orgasm, Charlotte came all around Yami. Yami felt the slickness and warmth spreading all around his balls and her thighs. The sounds of his groin and balls slapping against her hips and mound got louder and louder. Yami put three fingers deep inside her mouth, and with the other hand he began punctuating her pants with loud slaps on her plump hips. With every spank, Charlotte seemed to push back into him harder.

“Now slap it, Charlotte, slap it when I spank you.”

Charlotte couldn't believe the intimacy between them. So effortless. She slapped her clit hard and felt herself gushing around him again. She didn't think she could cum again so soon. She began slapping her clit as he spanked her ass and with each slap, she moaned Yami's name so loud that Yami had to cover her mouth with his hand. He was scared the other members of Blue Rose might hear her.

Spent and tired, Charlotte tried to reach for Yami's balls. She tried to cup the plump warmth with her hand but Yami was moving so fast inside her that she couldn't grab a hold of them. When she finally did, Yami gasped and plunged into Charlotte hard and deep and came. She felt him spread his heat inside of her in quick successions. He moved in short and slow thrusts as he came. His fingers dug in the flesh of her hips hard and a deep grunt mixed with a moan escaped his lips.

They collapsed beside each other, panting and gasping. Yami put his hand between her legs, cupped their cum and stuck his fingers in Charlotte's mouth. She stared deep into his eyes as she licked his hand clean. Eager, she sat on top of him, caressed herself and rubbed their cum all over her waist and breasts. Yami's cock, limp and spent, throbbed again when he saw what Charlotte was doing. He held her waist and brought her closer to his face and lazily licked her swollen clit, still warm and sticky with their cum. Charlotte was too sensitive and as her legs were beginning to tighten around Yami's head, he came up to lick her moist belly and breasts. He laid her down beside him, and continued to kiss where he had licked her earlier. He didn't realise when she fell asleep from exhaustion, cradled in his arms. He smiled and let her be. With her right leg hugging his waist and her head on his arm, Yami traced light circles on her thigh, deep in thought, till he fell asleep.

//

When the mellow early morning sunlight hit, Yami woke up. He looked at Charlotte, breathing softly against his chest. Her hair were tangled and spread all over his left arm. He kissed her forehead, slowly recovered his arm from under her head, and got out of bed. He freshened up and came out to see Charlotte sitting up in bed. She was glowing. Her perfect body was bruised lilac all over and she wore the bruises proudly. She looked at Yami, a hint of a shy smile playing on her lips.

Yami leaned against the doorframe of the washroom and folded his hands. She walked over to him, naked and stunning. Yami skipped a beat and his eyes looked hungry still.

“Oii oii, princess, you should wear something. Are you trying to seduce me?”

He put her hair behind her ears, put a hand on her lower back, and kissed her nose. Charlotte squirmed when the cool leather pants touched her.

“See you around... my queen.” He kissed her jaw sweetly and started to leave. Charlotte grabbed his arm and Yami raised his eyebrows.

”I have to leave, I'm going to be late for a mission."

“I love you, Yami."

Yami's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He picked her up, spun her around, and then both of them collapsed on the bed. He burrowed his face in her neck. Charlotte laughed out loud, his stubble was tickling her neck and his hands were stroking her body. She loved how she had just gotten to see another side of Yami; a playful, childlike side. In just one night he had opened up like a soft flower before her and she wanted all of him.

"What are you doing?" she asked, in between laughs.

“I thought you were never going to say it.”

“I love you, Yami."

“I love you, my queen.”

She laughed beautifully and then pushed Yami away, ”Now get going. You'll get super late!”

Yami grabbed her waist and burrowed his head in her breasts.

“I'm sure Asta can handle the mission."

[canonicallyanxious]

2021 reading log: jan-july [ish]

i’ve been pretty lax about keeping track of what i’ve been reading and my thoughts on those books so i thought i’d experiment with a quicker format of jotting down notes and ratings, idk if i’ll keep with this one either lol but we’ll see! i’ve been a bit choosier with what i’m reading this year which means i’m reading much less but also pretty much everything I’ve read this year I’ve enjoyed which is a real nice feeling, highly recommend being picky af with your media consumption. anyway here are the books I have read in the first half of this year [not including goodreads links bc WORK but here’s my gr profile for posterity]:

Winter - Ali Smith; 4.5 stars

Recommend for: those who already read Fall by Ali Smith [though not strictly necessary] and were really into not knowing what was going on but feeling a lot of emotions about it anyway

Autobiography of Red - Ann Carson; 5 stars

Recommend for: maudlin poetry lovers who saw the quote “i’ll take care of you” “it’s rotten work” “not to me not if it’s you” on tumblr and wondered what a whole book written entirely by the person responsible for this translation would be like

Ancillary Justice, Ancillary Sword, Ancillary Mercy (Imperial Radch trilogy) - Ann Leckie; 5 stars overall

Recommend for: any sci-fi fan tbh i’m coming out strong and saying i think this series should be mandatory reading for sci fi lovers

Winterkeep - Kristin Cashore; 4.5 stars

Recommend for: those who have already read and enjoyed the Graceling trilogy and whose main request from the books was MORE POINTS OF VIEW

Felix Ever After - Kacen Callender; 4 stars

Recommend for: anyone who would read a tagline like “simon v the homo sapiens agenda meets you’ve got mail” and think “hey that sounds... kind of yikes actually” [aka me] and then someone [aka me after reading this book] ran up to them yelling “WAIT but also it has a trans protagonist of color and the you’ve got mail part is handled pretty well actually and also BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS” and their next reaction was “........ go on”

Alias Grace - Margaret Atwood; 4.5 stars

Recommend for: people who think murder mysteries should be more character driven but also are into it when the character that is driving the story is someone you spend the entire book not knowing you can trust because they’re a hella unreliable narrator but you can’t help but root for them anyway because their internal monologue is just so compelling

An Artist of the Floating World - Kazuo Ishiguro; 4 stars

Recommend for: people who already like Kazuo Ishiguro

Monstress (vols 1-5) - Marjorie M. Liu & Sana Takeda; 4.5 stars overall

Recommend for: graphic novel fans who like dropdead gorgeous art, intricate worldbuilding, steampunk aesthetic, and a female centric ensemble cast but also have a very high tolerance for gore/blood

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet - Becky Chambers; 4 stars

Recommend for: any sci fi lover who is into the idea of a lighthearted character driven space opera with interspecies queer romance and a good ol found family dynamic

Exit West - Mohsin Jamid; 4.5 stars

Recommend for: literary hoes who like omniscient narration and magical realism that also doubles as social allegory

Fence (vols 1-4) - C.S. Pascat; 4 stars overall

Recommend for: sports manga fans who think the homoerotic subtext in sports manga should be less subtext and more homoerotic

Here Comes the Sun - Nicole Y. Dennis-Benn; 3.75 stars

Recommend for: people who are in the mood for a difficult to read book about enormously complicated and deeply flawed queer characters and women and the relationships they form with each other

The Dictionary of Lost Words - Pip WIlliams; 4.5 stars

Recommend for: word nerds who like well-imagined historical fiction, complicated female protagonists, and don't mind heterosexuality

The Princess Bride - William Goldman; 4.5 stars

Recommend for: fans of the movie as well as anyone who likes sharply witty satire/parody, swashbuckling adventures, and men who are ass over heels in love with their female love interests

Red, White, and Royal Blue (reread) - Casey McQuiston; 4.5 stars

Recommend for: people whose first pick in an ao3 tag is the 100k word fic tagged with “slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, idiots to bigger idiots”​

Cemetery Boys - Aiden Thomas; 4 stars

Recommend for: YA readers who like pseudo-murder mysteries, cute stories about boys falling in love, and rich narratives steeped in family traditions

Fangs - Sarah Andersen; 4.5 stars

Recommend for: anyone who’s looking for a cute slice-of-life paranormal romance that’s super easy to burn through

Provenance - Ann Leckie; 4.5 stars

Recommend for: sci fi fans who think heist stories rife with political machinations are the perfect vehicle for a good found family dynamic

One Last Stop (read 2 times) - Casey McQuiston; 5 stars

Recommend for: anyone who is gay

Why Be Happy When You Could be Normal? - Jeanette Winterson; 5 stars

Recommend for: people who read Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit and thought “this was pretty good for a sad semi-autobiographical novel but what if it was SADDER and also 100% AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL”

Gideon the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir; 5 stars

Recommend for: ex-Homestuck fans and/or people who enjoy a healthy dose of memery while causing themselves emotional harm and/or think the concept of lesbian bone magicians in SPACE is the tightest shit they’ve ever heard of and/or think homoerotic subtext only works when there is no kissing and/or go absolutely feral at the concept of the king/lionheart dynamic but also what if THEY HATED EACH OTHER [but also very secretly love each other]

Harrow the Ninth (read 2 times) - Tamsyn Muir; 5 stars

Recommend for: people who finished Gideon the Ninth with an almost obsessive need to find out what happens next and are willing to sit through a book that will actively and consistently lie to you about what happened in Gideon the Ninth for over two thirds of the story in order to do so

Klara and the Sun - Kazuo Ishiguro; 4.5 stars

Recommend for: fans of unreliable narration that plays with memory and time, ethical questions about bodily autonomy and the humanity of artificial intelligence, and stories that contemplate the meaning of ~love~

[neonbluewaves]

𝕆𝕝𝕪𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝔸𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤

got tagged by @scarlettroubles​, thank you!!

three characters undercut!

ℕ𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝕄𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕒 𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕠

A P H R O D I T E  —  laughter loving.  sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

A P O L L O —  glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

A R E S  —  armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world . fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

A R T E M I S  —  keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. dishevelled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

A T H E N A —  discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armour that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colours. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

D E M E T E R  —  soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

D I O N Y S U S  —  drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

H E P H A E S T U S  —  the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

H E R A  —  resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under ‘ fuck it ’. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix a good book. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

H E R M E S  —  devil-may-care smile. always up-to-date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

P O S E I D O N  —  storm with skin. colourful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

Z E U S  —  thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning (haha get it?). un-natural charisma. eloquence. bad ass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high-rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

𝕀𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕒𝕤 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕝 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕠 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕒

A P H R O D I T E  —  laughter loving.  sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

A P O L L O —  glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

A R E S  —  armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world . fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

A R T E M I S  —  keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. dishevelled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

A T H E N A —  discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armour that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colours. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

D E M E T E R  —  soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

D I O N Y S U S  —  drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

H E P H A E S T U S  —  the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

H E R A  —  resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under ‘ fuck it ’. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix a good book. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

H E R M E S  —  devil-may-care smile. always up-to-date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

P O S E I D O N  —  storm with skin. colourful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

Z E U S  —  thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. un-natural charisma. eloquence. bad ass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high-rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

𝕀𝕞𝕖𝕦𝕥 𝔻𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕚 𝔸𝕥𝕒 𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕣𝕚

A P H R O D I T E  —  laughter loving.  sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

A P O L L O —  glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

A R E S  —  armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world . fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

A R T E M I S  —  keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. dishevelled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

A T H E N A —  discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armour that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colours. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

D E M E T E R  —  soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

D I O N Y S U S  —  drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

H E P H A E S T U S  —  the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

H E R A  —  resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under ‘ fuck it ’. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix a good book. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

H E R M E S  —  devil-may-care smile. always up-to-date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

P O S E I D O N  —  storm with skin. colourful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

Z E U S  —  thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. un-natural charisma. eloquence. bad ass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high-rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

[battlestar-royco]

here is part 2 of my sci fi recs masterlist! again, i could’ve gone on with even more recs but i decided to draw the line here. this set for the most part errs on the darker side, thematically, visually, conceptually etc. i personally find it super thought-provoking and intriguing but that’s just me. i highly recommend reading the tw under the cut if you’re thinking of watching, especially the matrix and space gothic slides. please view at your discretion <3

part 1/2

If you like WLW (um idk why I only made this slide based on identity; it just kinda happened lmao but I think it works):

Siren: (tw: parent loss, grief, thalassophobia) a mermaid surfaces in a cove town looking for her lost sister. Polyamorous relationship between a man, a black/indigenous woman, and the mermaid!!!! Environmentalism! As a person who has thalassophobia, I didn’t find this too hard to watch. There aren’t that many underwater scenes, thankfully.

Black Mirror: San Junipero: (tw: grief, but otherwise none that I recall; it’s pretty lighthearted) two women meet in a beach resort in the 80s and fall in love. Interracial wlw!

Orphan Black: (tw: suicide, infertility, rape implication, VB, language, drug use) a woman realizes she is one of several clones and uncovers an elaborate corporate conspiracy. This is one of my personal favorites with great rep of complex women of all ages and bodily autonomy. Several central queer characters and a black male secondary character!

Starfish: (tw: grief, a few jump scares and brief monstrous imagery, blood) after the death of her best friend, a young woman breaks into the deceased’s apartment and discovers a chain of music tapes that could save the world. Weird, subtle, and experimental. Not to sound like a surfer but you kinda have to allow yourself to be in the vibe. The main character and her friend were definitely a thing imo.

Annihilation: (tw: body horror, VB, disturbing imagery) a team of women scientists explore an anomaly that rapidly mutates genes. There are canonical and coded wlw and multiple (light-skinned) POC in this but the rep is short-lived. I put it on because although it should’ve been more ambitious with the casting, I think it breaks *some* ground for Hollywood sci fi with the all-woman team and more than one WOC. Wack ending though.

Mad Max: Fury Road: (tw: rape implication, violence) I think everyone knows about this one but: in the apocalypse, a woman breaks 4 younger women out of a harem. A badass car chase across the desert ensues. A bit light on plot/worldbuilding, but sooooo cool-looking and very thematic!!!!

If you liked STRANGER THINGS:

It: (tw: VB) don’t actually watch this lmao I’m serious. It’s really stupid, and not in a funny way. But I do think Stranger Things was inspired by this story overall. The modern It films are better but they’re also really kjslsklskls stupid? Stephen King in general is obsolete imo.

The Thing: (tw: VB) an alien that can take the form of others wreaks havoc on a scientific facility in Antarctica. It’s dark and vibey, but I feel like it’s just Alien in Antarctica with truly terrible special effects tbh?? Others feel differently. It’s also classified as sci fi/horror, so stay away if you’re easily scared! Not too good on representation.

Super 8: (tw: some language) a group of preteens witnesses an alien-caused train crash as they’re filming a home movie. Not diverse but I definitely think it inspired a lot of sci fi for the 2010s, ESPECIALLY Stranger Things. Not too scary either!

ET: (tw: it’s been a really long time since I watched so I don’t remember but it’s rated PG) I think everyone knows what this is about!

Alien: (tw: VB) truckers in space discover a deadly evolving alien. One of my favorite movies of all time! I love the aesthetic and the mood and worldbuilding so much. Ellen Ripley is one of the first Final Girls in the horror genre. I personally found this more of a sci fi than a horror movie but I’d say stay away if you’re nervous!!

Terminator: (tw: VB) a deadly android is sent to kill a woman who’s destined to birth the man who saves the world. Terminator 2 is way better imo because it centers on Sarah rather than the dudes saving her and trying to kill her. But it’s still worth a watch, you know, for the culture.

If you liked CONTAGION:

War of the Worlds: (tw: blood) pretty straightforward aliens come to Earth to take over. Sorry to rec another T*m Cruise movie but I really like the alien design and the apocalypsey feel of this one. Baby Dakota Fanning is in it too!

Falling Skies: (tw: VB, body horror, rape) alien invasion yada yada but the alien lore gets more interesting as it goes on. It’s kind of cheesy and yeah maybe I did discover it by looking up the iCarly boyfriend (and what about it??) but it’s nice to have on in the downtime. An Asian woman co-stars.

Knowing: (tw: blood) school students unearth a time capsule that contains a sheet from a girl who predicted all the tragic world events between 1959-2009. This is NOT a good movie but it’s SO hilarious to me because of the acting and contrivances. Fun to group-watch!!!!

10 Cloverfield Lane: (tw: VB, emotional abuse) a woman wakes up in a bunker to a captor who tells her that the world has fallen to alien apocalypse. I think this movie elevates the original Cloverfield in pretty much every way. Again, super tense and moody. The conflict revolves around whether or not the captor is being truthful.

Train to Busan: (tw: extreme VB and disturbing imagery) a man and his daughter are on a train when a zombie hops on at the last minute. It’s Korean with an all-Asian cast; Choi Woo-shik co-stars. I definitely wouldn’t watch if you’re scared of blood and gore. It’s very gross and violent.

12 Monkeys: (tw: ableism, violence) a man from the 2030s is sent back to the 1990s to prevent the plague that will end the world. I think the aesthetics of this are really cool but otherwise it’s not a favorite. But I think it appeals to people who like apocalypse and time travel stuff!

If you liked THE MATRIX:

Strange Days: (tw: rape, sex, nudity, VB, racism, police brutality) memories can be saved to hard-drives and sold on the black market for exorbitant prices. Very problematic and triggering presentation of rape, but young Angela Basset stars and there’s a condemnation of police brutality that’s still relevant 20+ years after its release.

Upgrade: (tw: ableism, VB, fridging) a disabled man installs an AI in his spine to help him move and investigate the murder of his wife. The premise is glaringly ableist and I feel weird even recommending it tbh but it’s got great visuals and a few good twists.

Altered Carbon: (tw: VB, weird interracial body switching, uhhh I haven’t finished this one IDK) in a society where human bodies are interchangeable, a man wakes up in a new body after 300 years of his mind being dormant. A Latina woman co-stars, two Asian characters in a subplot, a few other POC here and there as well. I think season 2 stars a black man.

eXistenZ: (tw: VB, anti-Asian racism, general weirdness? IDK it’s hard to describe. There are guns made out of bones and weirdly sexual visuals.) after someone tries to assassinate her, a video game designer and her bodyguard must play through her virtual reality game in order to save the only copy of the game.

Minority Report: (tw: VB, eye removal/insertion) all crimes are predicted and criminals reported before they are committed. The main character is preemptively accused of murder. This one is really white but it was one of the first movies that got me into sci fi. Early 2000s Colin Farrell <3.

If you liked WESTWORLD:

Humans: (tw: uncanny valley, objectification) androids are household helpers and public assistants throughout Britain until one day they start developing consciences. It hits a lot of the themes of Westworld without all the unnecessary pretentiousness, “edginess,” and “grittiness,” and it stars Gemma Chan and Colin Morgan!!

Blade Runner 2049: (^) an android is ordered to find and kill a human/android hybrid. It’s not without its issues but it’s one of my favorite movies of all time, right up there with Alien. So beautiful, so thematic, so thought-provoking (to me, anyway. I know a lot of people thought it was way too slow).

Ex Machina: (^) a man is invited to a private estate to help test the intelligence of an android. It’s kind of predictable imo but you know Oscar Isaac and Sonoya Mizuno are in it so we have to stan, and so is Domhnall Gleeson, for the SW fans! I like how isolated and quiet it feels.

I Am Mother: (tw: blood, gaslighting) after an extinction event, a young woman is raised by a lone android in a human repopulation facility until one day a woman knocks. It starts off slow and a bit generic, but I’m obsessed with the 2nd and 3rd acts of this movie---good acting, dialogue, and fantastic visuals. It has that same isolated feel as Ex Machina with only three characters, all of which are women/woman-coded!!!

If you liked ALIEN (space gothic):

Battlestar Galactica (2004-2008 reboot): (tw: genocide, war, colonization, VB, uncanny valley, rape, infidelity) space opera that follows humanity as it fights the ever-evolving and powerful enemy of their own creation: androids named Cylons. Um? I  L O V E  THIS SHOW SO MUCH and I truly do think it’s everything sci fi should be. There is a really unfortunate Miss Saigon-esque romance plot in season 1 and a lazily-written love triangle involving a black woman in season 3, but otherwise it’s one of my all-time favorites and I highly recommend. It’ll spin your mind and tug your heartstrings for years.

Black Mirror: Men Against Fire: (tw: genocide, war, nudity) soldiers in the near future protect citizens from mutant zombies, but one soldier starts experiencing strange hallucinations in the field. This is such an underrated Black Mirror episode starring a black man. There’s brief objectification of a black woman but it’s very anti-military and it has an interesting sterile aesthetic that reminds me of Alien.

High Life: (tw: rape, black holes/space anxiety, very disturbing) prisoners are given the option to join a space expedition and serve as experimental subjects en route to a black hole. Please please stay away if you are triggered by sexual violence of any kind. There’s almost no physical violence in this movie but it’s psychologically haunting imo.

The Faculty: (tw; VB, drug use) high schoolers discover their teachers are being possessed by an invading alien race. I LOVE THIS MOVIE LMFAOOOO. The cast is SO wild---Elijah Wood, John Oliver, Usher, Salma Hayek, Josh Hartnett??? And I’m probably forgetting more. The combination of the cast, the terrible dialogue, and shitty special effects is PEAK comedy imo. But bear in mind it’s bloody!!

Prometheus: (tw: body horror, VB, uncanny valley) a crew of scientists heads on a deep space mission to find the aliens who created the human race. A prequel to Alien, but I kind of view it as its own thing. Despite the plot holes, I love this movie too! It was one of my sci fi gateways and the visuals are stunning. It’s pretty gory though so if that’s not your thing stay away.

Life: (tw: extreme VB) a lesser Alien, but it provides all the space gothic tropes (jokey crew, shots of space, really pretty spaceship, everyone dies, creepy alien) with a well-known cast---Gyllenhaal, Reynolds, etc.

The X Files: (tw: a few episodes contain 90s racism, sexism, queerphobia etc but you can skip them) a lot of people have watched this so I barely have to explain, but it’s one of my favorites. Two FBI agents investigate multiple aliens and get involved in government conspiracies along the way. A good gateway!

A Quiet Place: (tw: child loss, VB, tension) I think most people know what this is about too. Alien apocalypse with aliens that hunt by sound. The daughter in the family is deaf, and so is the actress who portrays her. The representation of deafness was critically acclaimed.

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What He’d Never Lose (Nobunaga Oda x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Nobunaga Oda x Reader

Prompt: Jealous Ikesen Nobunaga, fluff and smut, making up after a fight

Warning: Smut and Fluff

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 4,132

Requested by: Anonymous @ikemen-discord-writers

Written by: @lordsister

Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Sengoku or any of its characters. I do however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not reblog or repost this on any other website.

He had balls, Nobunaga would give him that, even if he was a fool for thinking he ever had a chance of wooing the Devil King’s queen.

Taking another swig from the sake in his hand, Nobunaga glared as the river of honeyed words continued, drawing polite chuckles from the girl seated at his right. It was a wonder Lord Kunieda hadn’t noticed the warlord’s red gaze yet, intense and burning as it was and for so long.

“My lord,” Hideyoshi murmured next to him, a question in his low, angry tone. It was clear he wanted to tear the visiting lord’s head from his neck just as much as Nobunaga did.

Holding up a hand in answer, Nobunaga didn’t bother looking at his vassal, keeping his gaze set firmly on this idiot who had the audacity to romance a woman while she sat at her lover’s side. There was going to be hell to pay for this, he would make sure of that.

From the moment the Lord Kunieda had arrived, his unworthy eyes hadn’t left (y/n), every few minutes bearing witness to a new attempt to butter her up with sweet words and compliments, the man even going so far as to lay a pile of luxurious gifts from his province at her feet in a very obvious attempt to win her affections. 

He hadn’t gone any farther than words and his gaze had remained respectfully on your face, but Nobunaga still didn’t like it, especially since you didn’t seem to express even the slightest discomfort in response to the lord’s advances. If anything, Lord Kunieda’s friendly disposition made matters worse. It would have been easy to cast him out in shame if he had been lecherous or untoward in any way, but he was neither of those things, blinding you to the desire Nobunaga could see lurking just beneath the surface. 

When his gaze lingered on you just a moment too long or he moved just a little too close to you to be considered simply friendly, Nobunaga saw it, the same interest he felt towards you reflected in the other man’s eyes, the impulse to take you away and intimately learn all there was to know about your strange, wonderful self, so different than any other woman of the Sengoku. 

But your were his treasure, your love his and his alone, and Nobunaga would be damned if he ever let another man take you away from him.

He continued to watch, calculating his next course of action, as you continued to talk with the visiting lord, enthralling him without even knowing it. It seemed as if you and he hadn’t stopped talking for a moment since he arrived, your conversation continuing well into the evening as the Oda warlords and Lord Kunieda’s traveling party feasted on an elaborate banquet.

He watched with narrowed eyes as Lord Kunieda poured your sake for you, a sign of utmost respect, and you thanked him, bringing the red cup to the lips he’d kissed so many times. It was a simple gesture, curious as Kunieda had yet to pour for his host and superior, but nothing to be as overly upset about as Nobunaga was now, the flames of his anger effectively fanned.

This lord wasn’t here to make an alliance if the minimal amount of words he had spoken to the Oda warlord was anything to go by. If anything he was here to make a marriage alliance. To say that Nobunaga was jealous would be an understatement. His blood was boiling with rage and the desire to take you away to his rooms and mark you again and again and again as his own.

Nobunaga had never been the kind to hide his displeasure and now was no exception. Enough was enough. 

“Lord Kunieda,” he began, wrapping an arm around your waist as he did and drawing you so close you were practically sitting in his lap. In his peripheral vision he saw you look up at him questioningly, but ignored it in favor of holding Lord Kunieda’s gaze which had snapped up to meet his for the first time since he arrived. Nobunaga took an odd pleasure in the way the man froze under his gaze, mouth pressed into a firm line as he struggled to school his features. 

“Y-Yes, my lord?” Kunieda replied, shuffling in place uncomfortably.

‘Yes, squirm, fool.’ Smirking savagely, he continued, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were here to steal my princess away from me.” A hush fell over the banquet hall and he felt you freeze against him, shooting him a warning look, but he ignored it. “You must have an abundance of confidence in yourself and your province to make such advances in the very presence of your host.”

Lord Kunieda’s jaw dropped, his mouth opening and closing ridiculously before he choked out, “M-My most sincere apologies, my lord! It-It was never my intention to come off as rude!”

“Oh?” Lifting a brow, he watched pitilessly as the man sunk into a bow, his shoulders shaking slightly. “Then what were your intentions?” All pretense of humor was gone from his voice, replaced with cold hostility. 

The hall was silent, the room holding its breath. Lord Kunieda finally spoke, his voice shaking as he answered, “I only wished to learn more about the Oda Princess of Azuchi everyone’s speaking of. I’m terribly sorry for letting my own curiosity get the best of me. It was never my intention to make advances or insult my host. Please, don’t let my thoughtless actions reflect on the success of our alliance.”

All eyes turned from Kunieda to Nobunaga who lounged against his armrest, you still tucked safely against his side. “I’m afraid I’m not in the most gracious mood tonight. I’m sure you can understand why.”

Kunieda said nothing, but Nobunaga saw his throat bob.

“I-” he began, but stopped. He would have gladly sent the prostrating lord back to his province empty-handed with his tail between his legs that very second, but his eyes suddenly shifted down to yours and what he saw there gaze him pause, the smug expression on his face falling. Your gaze was pleading, desperately asking him not to do what you knew he was about to do, and while a part of him grew angrier over the fact that you would defend someone who was obviously interested in taking you away, the larger, better part of him knew you were right. He couldn’t blame a man for feeling as he did for someone as amazing as you, but oh how he wanted to tear him apart anyway. “The night grows old,” he finally said, looking back to his audience. “I’ll make my decision to continue as planned or not in the morning.”

A collective sigh or relief went through the visiting party, Lord Kunieda thanking him even as he remained in his bent position, forehead pressed to the tatami mats. A few grumbles went through the Oda forces, but they complied with their lord’s decision anyway, rising to their feet to retire to their individual manors for the night.

Bringing you up with him as he stood, Nobunaga said, “I need to speak with you in the tenshu. Now.” He didn’t wait for your answer before taking your wrist in a gentle albeit firm hold and leading you out of the room, ignoring your questions and complaints as he pulled you up the stairs and through the sliding doors.

“Nobunaga, what was all that about? What were you talking about when you said he was trying to steal me away?” you demanded when he released you, your tone angry and confused as he turned his back on you to close the doors.

He didn’t answer your questions, instead stating, “I’m going to send Lord Kunieda away empty-handed tomorrow morning.”

“What?! Why?!”

His glare met yours, his form towering over you as he took a step closer. “I have no interest in making alliances with men who don’t know not to touch what’s not theirs.”

“He wasn’t trying to make advances on me, Nobunaga!”

“Yes, he was. And you weren’t doing anything to deny him.”

“He wasn’t doing anything wrong!”

Nobunaga scoffed, taking another step closer so that he had you cornered between himself and the wall. “He’s supposedly here to make an alliance, but he hasn’t spoken more than ten words to me. He seems to have plenty to say to you, however. He’s kept your attention from me all evening and you seemed to be enjoying it well enough.”

“I was not!”

“Don’t lie. I saw you smiling at him.”

You pushed hard against his chest, trying to put some space between the two of you, but he didn’t budge. “I was being polite, Nobunaga! If you have this lord’s support, that’s one less province you have to take by force! Why are you being so jealous?”

Taking your chin a little more harshly than he intended, Nobunaga forced you to look up at him, to meet the fire in his red eyes. “He thought he could get close to what’s mine, (y/n). I could see it in the way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you. Are you really so naive and foolish that you cannot tell when another man wants to spread your legs?”

That was too far, and he knew it the second after it passed his lips. The next thing he knew there was a slight stinging sensation in his hand as you smacked him away, your expression hurt and angry as he watched tears bead in the corners of your eyes. 

“I can’t believe you,” you choked, stepping away from him before he could reach out to catch you. “I can’t-” Turning on your heel, you bounded out of the room, the sliding door smacking against the doorframe as you pushed it aside in your rush to get away from him. 

Nobunaga shouted your name, taking a few steps after you, but you were already long gone, your pounding footsteps growing faint as you disappeared down the corridor. His outstretched hand fell to his side as the warlord bit his lip, head hanging in shame. 

His own cruelty astounded him. How could he have said something like that to you, the person he loved so, so much; the only woman he would ever love? 

As much as he wanted to chase you down right that instant and hold you close, erasing all the bad as he begged for your forgiveness, he knew that would only hurt you more. You needed time to yourself until you were ready to accept him crawling back into your good graces. 

For now, the Oda warlord gently closed the door to his room and sat down on the futon, preparing to wait through the long, sleepless night ahead while the pain he had inflicted on you burned bright in his mind and tears pricked at his eyes. 

He was the real fool in all of this. 

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It took a week for him to crack, his patience wearing thin as desperation began to set in.

Nobunaga hadn’t slept since his fight with you and what rest he did get was fitful and shallow. The morning after his blunder, with Lord Kunieda and his party anxiously awaiting their fate, he had decided to allow the alliance to proceed anyway, lest he risk incurring any more of your wrath. It surprised everyone in attendance but no one was willing to question it. Even Hideyoshi didn’t dare come near him, sensing the dark cloud hovering over his lord. Kunieda left soon after, saying something about needing to get back to his province, and while you were sure to have heard news of his decision, you still didn’t come to see him.

Nobunaga strained to catch little glimpses of you throughout the days, watching you from the balcony of his tenshu when you went into town, assigning you work via Hideyoshi that brought you closer to him, even peaking through the doors of your room to watch you sew whenever he passed by, keeping as quiet as possible.

As the days went by without a word from you, he grew more and more exhausted. It was lonely without you. His nights were either spent working or staring at the ceiling of the tenshu. He couldn’t sleep without you beside him.

Finally, exactly a week after the fight, he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to make things right with you. He was willing to get on his knees and beg if that’s what you wanted. He just had to have you back in his arms. Anything to stop this agony of being parted.

Rising from his futon, Nobunaga quietly opened the doors and slipped down the stairs, shuffling to your room. A light emanated from beneath the door, but when he knocked softly there was no answer. Calling your name as he opened the door, he found your room empty, a lamp burning low in the corner and half-finished sewing pieces scattered across your desk. The cover of your futon was turned out on one side, signifying that you had gotten up some time during the night just like he had. 

Leaving your room, he continued his search for you. He wasn’t going to wait any longer to settle this. He couldn’t.

Nobunaga caught sight of you in the courtyard, sitting on a stone bench and looking up at the moon and stars. His heart thumped in his chest as he stood in the shadows, watching the way the milky light bathed your features, making you ethereal. You were his angel. The only thing that would have made you more beautiful to him in that moment was if there had been a smile on your face. Instead, there was a heaviness to the set of your shoulders, an unspoken sadness that he knew he was to blame for.

Stepping into the courtyard, his wooden sandals crunching on the stones revealed his presence to you. Your eyes snapped to him, clear and surprised in the starlight, and he held your gaze, unable to look away even if he wanted to. This was the first time your eyes had met his in a week. Nobunaga’s hope grew when you didn’t make a move to run away from him, but he stopped before he reached you, leaving a few feet’s space between you and him.

Neither you nor he dared say anything, lest the moment break and the pain and heartache come rushing back in. Lifting his hand in a silent offer, he held his breath as time stretched between the two of you, hoping with all his heart and soul that you would take it, that you wouldn’t turn away from him.

With a shuddering breath, you closed the distance and threw yourself into his arms, fully accepting him. Nobunaga could’ve cried it felt so good to have you close again, warm, safe, and loved. His lips pressed to your head, lingering as he took in your scent and held you tighter.

“Can you forgive me, my love?” he spoke, his voice a low murmur in the night air as you nuzzled into his chest. “Can you forgive me for being a fool?”

You nodded against him, biting your lip as you whimpered and clung tighter to him, your tears wetting his kimono. “Yes,” you choked, taking in a shuddering breath. “I forgive you, Nobunaga.”

“I’m sorry, (y/n). I’m so sorry I hurt you.” The warlord could feel tears of his own pricking his eyes, a burn forming in his throat as he tried and failed to keep his voice steady. 

“I forgive you, I forgive you,” you repeated, tilting your head up to look at him. To his surprise, there was a smile on your face, so happy and joyful even as tears continued to stream down your cheeks. “I’ll always forgive you.”

The relief was almost enough to send him to his knees at your feet. His lips captured yours, desperate to feel you after so long without you. Your arms moved from his torso to his neck, drawing him even further down to you as your lips moved with equal passion. Nobunaga didn’t let you go until both of you were thoroughly breathless, even then only pulling back just enough to draw in air, his forehead pressed to your own. “Thank you. Thank you, (y/n).” Giving you another quick kiss, he murmured, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” you responded, cupping his cheek in your hand lovingly and brushing away the few stray tears that fell with your thumb. 

Catching your hand to press his lips to your palm, he looked at you questioningly, wondering if he had the right to ask you this yet or if the hurt was still too fresh. “Will you come back to bed with me?” 

You blinked, processing, before a bright smile appeared on your lips, and he couldn’t help but smile back. “Nothing would make me happier right now, my love.”

He didn’t need more confirmation than that. Taking your hand, the two of you practically raced back up to the tenshu, trying to stay as quiet as possible (not that it would matter later on). Several times, Nobunaga traded joyful smiles with you, and you had to stifle your giggles more than once as he leaned down to give your ear a playful bite.

A weight had been lifted from both of your shoulders, the exhaustion of sleepless nights falling away in response to what the rest of the night promised. There was happiness now where there had been hurt an hour before.

His lips were on yours again before the sliding door was fully closed, eagerly swallowing your moan as his tongue met and tangled with yours. Laying you back against the futon, he continued to kiss you as his hands smoothed up your legs to your obi, parting your kimono and baring your lower half in the process. Kissing down your jaw to your neck, he bit and sucked at the tender skin, leaving marks that would bloom into beautiful hickeys later on. 

“Nobunaga,” you mewled, hands fisting in his kimono as his fingers probed at your dampening heat, stroking up until he found the bundle of nerves and pressed on it. He smirked against your neck as you arched beautifully, pushing your breasts towards him and crying out his name. His name would be the only thing you could say by the time he was done.

You whimpered as his hands left you to tug his kimono off and he chuckled, smiling at you as he moved farther down your body and hoisted a leg over his shoulder. “Patience, my love. I have a lot to make up for and I plan to do it...thoroughly.”

Your hands fisted in the futon a moment before his mouth met your core, his tongue licking a strip across your slit as his thumbs stroked at the insides of your thighs, feeling them tremble against his head. He moaned at your sweetly familiar taste and his grip tightened as his tongue slipped inside of you, satisfying his starvation for you. Your moans grew louder and your hips bucked against his face as his hand stroked up your thigh to pinch your clit, drawing circles around the bud with calloused fingertips and drawing you ever closer to your release.

“Ngh-! N-Nobunaga, I’m-!” He hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes in rapture until they flew open, his mouth detaching from your core with a wet pop and a cry of protest from you. Not yet. He wasn’t going to let you have that pleasure you so wanted just yet. Not until he was buried deep inside of you, falling off over that edge with you.

Leaning back on his haunches to look at you and lick away the traces of your essence dripping from his chin, Nobunaga felt his breathing quicken as he took in the beautiful way your breasts heaved, skin flushed with pleasure, hair spread out around you like a halo, and legs splayed in desire and trust for him. A low growl tore from his throat at the sight, his cock becoming painfully hard as his instincts screamed at him to shove himself into the woman he loved and prove to her there was no one better for her than him, that he was the only one for her. He swore he’d never seen anything more beautiful. You shivered under his hungry, primal gaze, an answering whine rising from you as your lust and love filled eyes beckoned him to take what he wanted, to become as close as possible.

Still, there was one thing he had to do before he could take you the way he wanted.

Reigning himself in for a moment, he leaned down to press a kiss to your breast, feeling your heart flutter beneath his lingering lips. “I never want to hurt you again,” he promised softly, leaning into your touch as your fingers carded through his hair. The expression you were giving him when he looked up had shifted to something so tender and loving, he almost thought this was a dream, that he was actually slumped over his desk in reality and that you were still hurt, nursing your broken heart.  But when he lunged up to kiss you again, desperate and passionate, he knew this was real, your warmth and the feel of your small hands on his back pulling him closer too vivid and familiar to be a dream.

Your lips abruptly broke away from his, your head thrown back against the mussed covers with a moan, when he suddenly rutted between your legs, coating his considerable length in your wetness and prodding against your entrance teasingly. With a moan of his own, Nobunaga’s lips attached to your exposed neck, his breath fanning across your skin as he breathed hard with need.

“Nobunaga!” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist as you tried and failed to pull him into you.

“Who do you belong to?” he husked into your ear, a deep part of himself needing to hear your response, to soothe the wounded beast that wanted nothing more than to destroy any other man that looked at you.

“You, Nobunaga,” you answered breathlessly, turning your head to look him in the eye. “You and only you, forever.”

“That’s right.” In one smooth thrust he plunged himself into you all the way to the hilt, his roar joining your scream of pleasure. It felt unbelievably good, feeling your walls squeezing and fluttering around his cock as he drove himself into you again and again, imprinting his name into the deepest parts of you. “You’re mine, (y/n). I’m never letting you go,” he snarled, one large hand holding yours above your head while the other gripped your hip, holding you in place. 

Each thrust was punctuated with the word “mine” as his fingers tangled with yours, squeezing as he kissed you again, sloppy and breathless. It wasn’t long until he felt his peak approaching, the tightening of your walls signaling your own impending climax. Releasing your hands, he moved back to your clit, pinching and pressing enough to send you over the edge just as he did, roaring your name into the night as his release filled you to the brim and your own dripped down his length. Your satisfied cry of his name rang in his ears as he slumped over you, panting into your ear as your chest rose and fell against his with your own harsh breathing. A few moments passed, but he didn’t pull out, his hips continuing to move against you once more. Nobunaga wasn’t done making love to you tonight. Not by a long shot.

His thrusts were slow, deep, and forceful now, making you feel every inch of him as his body joined with yours. “I love you,” he said softly, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he did and wrapping his arms around you, holding you safe and loved.

You embraced him back, body moving in gentle waves to meet his thrusts. “I love you, too.” He could hear the smile he loved so much in your voice, the smile he’d wished to see for so long. “Always.” 

For the rest of the night, he held that smile close as he continued to make love to you. Nobunaga had what he wanted most - your love - and looking into your eyes and seeing the way you looked at him was enough to know he knew he would never lose it.

[snarkwrites]

02 pt 2 | m i n e | tim speedle | csi miami

Notes:

I’m not even gonna lie... This chapter took several turns on me. Several. I wanted to post this a day ago, but something felt.. Incomplete. Amiss. Then it clicked as I wrote the smutty oneshot for these two so I banged this out. Any errors in grammar are mine and I own that shit. We fly blind in this house, no betas.

I hope you guys are all enjoying this so far!! It’s been a fun time to write. I think that’s largely due to the fact that it’s kind of..action-y, suspense and still fluff and romance eventually?

Summary:

You never forget the one that gets away. When Sylvie and Tim are thrown together again upon her arrival in Miami, will things finally work themselves out? Can Tim keep her out of danger?

Pairing:

Tim Speedle x OFC, Sylvie.

Warnings:

Stalker tw. Huge stalker tw. Because Sylvie has herself one. There may or may not also be other crime related topics raised here, such as injury/blood, etc.. I’ll try to warn as they come, loves. I’m going to try not to be too graphic so that people can still read this, but given the way this has surprised me thus far, I make absolutely no promises as to what the future holds.

Other Parts:

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                                              TWO PT TWO

The wind in my hair, the Florida sun beating down on me and Billy Idol on the radio full blast. I almost felt relaxed as I drove aimlessly along the Keys. I could almost forget for a few moments that I was currently being stalked by some unknown asshole who liked to write me ten page letters detailing his disturbingly vivid fantasies about me. Bragging about what he’d do when he finally managed to get me all alone.

I was coming back from an open air flea market, the spoils of my trip flung carelessly into the backseat. In my cupholder, my cell phone started going berserk. When I saw that it was Rex calling me, probably pissed because I’d stood up a gig he spent two weeks booking after I explicitly told him I wasn’t taking said gig in as many different but firm ways possible, I let it go to voicemail.

The gas needle was getting lower and bearing the thought in mind, I pulled into a little gas station, parking the red Porsche at the pump and reaching down, grabbing my clutch. Taking my card out to swipe at the pump.

I felt eyes on me and almost immediately, I tensed. My eyes darted around and they settled on a man two pumps over. Gaping at me.

I managed a tight smile, a little nod. Because I didn’t want to seem rude, but the way he was staring at me had me immediately getting paranoid all over again. And just like that, my earlier good mood was rapidly vanishing. I sighed and reached for the unleaded pump, inserting the nozzle into the Porsche’s fuel tank opening. Swiping my card and waiting. Tapping my foot because the clerk inside the station wasn’t even paying attention and the man two pumps over was now leaned against his silver BMW, arms folded over his chest, watching me like a hawk.

I realized that I wasn’t going to get away from the situation any faster unless I made my way inside to let the clerk know I needed the pump turned on, so I grabbed my cropped jacket and slipped the hood over my head and pocketed my keys after raising the convertible top on the Porsche, ducking my head as I quickly walked right past the staring man and disappeared inside the station.

“I need you to turn on pump 3.”

“Yeah, let me do that. I’m so sorry. Do you know that guy?” the clerk nodded towards the man who’d been staring at me. I shook my head. “Never seen him before in my life.”

,, he kind of resembles Rex. It’s unsettling.”  the thought came but I shoved it out. The little I knew about Rex, he didn’t have any family. The man was far too selfish for that.

“He’s lurking around your car. You might want to stay in here.” the woman said it in a concerned tone that caught me by surprise.

I swallowed hard, taking a few deep breaths. I could feel the panic starting to build just a little more. I tried to convince myself that maybe the man was just someone who had seen one of my ads or something. Trying to make myself ignore the weird vacant look in baby blue eyes as they roamed over my body, like he was enjoying his view. Way too much. It was almost lewd.

My eyes settled on my Porsche and I gulped when I saw him walking around it, kind of trying to covertly peer in. I took a few deep breaths. Maybe he was just a fan. Maybe Rex was right, maybe I really am paranoid. ,, with every good reason to be, hello, ten page explicit letters? Last month in Paris when the stalker writing said letters actually tried to grab me?” 

The woman behind the counter gave me a sympathetic smile and shook her head. “I’ll go wrangle up my husband Clay. He’s real big, looks mean as hell. Maybe we can get this man outta here and you back on the road, okay, dear?”

I nodded, thanking her. Grateful.

She disappeared to the little garage attached to the back of the station and minutes later, a very tall and menacing looking man wearing a local MC’s cutte stepped out. “We’ll have him outta your hair in no time, hon. You just wait right here with the little missus and don’t worry, alright?”

I nodded, again, grateful.

“ The world’s gone insane these days, I swear.” the clerk spoke up after a few seconds. I don’t know what her husband said to the man with the staring problem, but a few seconds later, all I could see of that silver BMW was it’s tail lights as it made a hasty retreat, going the opposite way that I had to go to leave and that knowledge only relaxed me.

After thanking them both again, I hurried out of the station and got into my car, just thankful to be getting back on the road again. My cell phone showed 3 missed calls. All from Rex. None of which I had any interest at all in taking.

Almost the instant my hotel came into view I relaxed. But only slightly.

Rex was pacing the parking lot, glaring at me when I parked the Porsche and killed the engine.

“Where the entire fuck were you, dollface? I told you specifically, the meeting to discuss the gig I got ya was 8 am sharp.”

“And I told you I wasn’t taking it.”

I side-stepped him and after grabbing my bags from the backseat, I made my way into the hotel and up to my room. Dumping off all my stuff. Digging through one of the shopping bags until I found the red bikini I’d gotten on a whim.

Once I had that on and I’d found a pair of cut offs and a cropped shirt to go over it, I grabbed my phone and the book I’ve been reading and I made my way out the back of the hotel. Wandered down the street until the smells from a local diner wafted to my nose, lingering on the air and reminding me exactly how long it had been since I truly indulged myself.

I wandered in and up to the counter.

And when I heard his laugh from somewhere closer to the back, I found my gaze wandering around the diner.

Settling on Tim.

His back was turned to me. But even without looking at him, I knew it was him. It had to be. I haven’t forgotten the sound of his laugh.

I froze for enough time that the cashier cleared their throat. “Did you know what you wanted to order?”

“I think I’ll actually go grab a booth. If that’s okay?”

The cashier nodded and grabbed a menu for me and I turned, scoping out the diner.

The booth right behind Tim was empty. Did I dare sit there?

My heart was pounding, about to beat right out of my chest. Just like this morning at the gas station, but different.

Excited.

Hopeful, even though I knew in my bones I had no cause to be. Too much time had passed.

Steeling myself, I slunk right past the table Tim and two other men were sitting at, sitting down at the booth of the empty table directly behind his.

I buried my eyes in the menu, pretending to be engrossed. Ordering a soda when one of the servers came around. Then on a whim, ordering the double cheeseburger and a large plate of fries.

And I gazed out the window.. Heart still pounding. Trying to figure out whether or not to say anything. Did I have the right to?

XXX

Almost as soon as the blonde wandered in off the streets, Eric spotted her and nearly choked on his soda. Knowing how the fact that she was in town and it was eating Speed alive was probably the only reason he took it easy on the guy, choosing not to point her out. But his staring so intently at the front of the diner drew Tim and Walter’s attention, and naturally, Tim turned around.

He went quiet, words trailing off mid-sentence.

Eric cleared his throat. “There she is, man.”

“I fucking saw her, Delko, I’m not blind.” Tim muttered, taking a deep breath. It felt like the wind got knocked right out of him. Like slamming into a wall full speed. Everything around him just froze and all he could do was watch her. When she glanced their direction, he looked away quickly. Pretending to laugh, to be caught up in conversation.

Painfully aware of her presence, he gripped the edge of the tabletop. Walter cleared his throat as Sylvie started to make her way right towards them.

“She’s walking towards that table behind us.”

“If you don’t say something, Speed, I swear to God.” Eric muttered. Tim shook his head.

He didn’t even know where to start, for one thing.

She’d settled in the seat right in his line of vision. She was literally almost close enough to touch if he were to stand up and walk over, sit down on the bench opposite the one she currently sat on. But Tim was frozen.

“Ryan was saying that stalker’s still an issue earlier.”

Eric mentioning it had Tim’s eyes darting around the diner. Just wanting to be sure she was okay and that no one followed her in.

Tim took a deep breath.

“One of you has to say somethin, man. This is stupid. Tell him, Walter.”

“Eric makes a good point.” Walter muttered, gazing at Tim. But Tim was totally dazed. Watching her as covertly as possible.

And then, he thought back on the last time he’d seen her.

The day he left New York to take the job here.

“You know what, Delko? You’re absolutely right… But fuck if I know where to even begin.”

“You walk over, sit down and say hi. Pretend like you’re not sure it’s her if it helps, buddy.” Eric shrugged as he dispensed the advice. “Otherwise, Walter and I are gonna shove you into the booth when we all get up to go.”

Tim took a deep breath and stood. Making his way over to her table.

Right past her. Towards the bathroom.

Eric grumbled and shook his head. Walter chuckled, amused by the whole thing.

As Tim came into sight again, Eric watched intently. He’d moved to Tim’s vacant spot, finishing off as many fries as he could, chuckling to himself, shit eating grin on his face as he nodded to the table Sylvie happened to be sitting at.

Tim glared at him.

But he kept walking.

Right as he went to walk past her booth, Eric saw her hand shoot out. Wrap carefully around Tim’s wrist. Effectively freezing Tim in place.

“I didn’t see that comin.”

“Neither did I, man.” Walter mused, taking the final sip of his milkshake as he and Eric shared a look and both got up, leaving Tim behind.

XXX

I’d seen him walk past. For a few seconds, my heart raced. I pouted to myself as he kept going… Not even a glance my way. Disappearing into the bathroom.

I’d pretty much resigned myself to him not noticing me, but then I saw him walk out of the bathroom and knowing he was close enough to touch was too much for me. I snapped. I reached out, tentatively grabbing his wrist.

“Tim?”

“Sylvie?” he raised his other hand and dragged his fingers through his hair. I managed a smile, took a sip of my soda. “You can sit. I mean if you want to..” I trailed off, going quiet.

Heart still a little fluttery.

Not sure at all what I was going to do now that I’d gotten his attention.

,, it’s been years. Ease back into this. There’s a lot of old stuff there, things that didn’t get said. Hurt.” the thought lingered heavily in my mind.

I honestly didn’t think he’d sit down, but he did. My food came and the waitress put it all out on the table in front of me. I inhaled the greasy deliciousness and smiled a little, thanking her as she walked away, my drink in hand to refill it.

Tim eyed my order.

“You realize that’s 3 pieces of meat.. And a ton of grease.”

“Mhm. And I’m about to practically inhale every single bite, okay?”

Tim chuckled, smiling. Muttering something to himself about some things never changing.

“When did you get to Miami? I didn’t even know you were in town.”

“Last week, I think. It was supposed to be my vacation. My manager didn’t get the memo so I’m hiding from the asshole right now.” I frowned, shrugging. Reaching out to grab a few french fries. I pushed the plate closer to him.

“Is this where you get lunch every day?”

“Sometimes, yeah.” Tim shrugged. “The view of the beach is kinda calming. Plus, the cook’s a good friend of Eric’s.”

My eyes wandered out, gazing at the beachfront view in question.

“It’s been a long time.” I muttered, gazing at him. He nodded. Mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something and then he just didn’t.

“Too long.” I continued, taking a huge bite of my burger almost immediately after having said it.

I was dying to tell him I missed him. That I still loved him, that at least twice a week I found myself either re reading our old texts or dialing his number only to hang up just before hitting the call button.

But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

“It has been too long.” Tim admitted, snagging himself a few more fries. “How long are you in town?”

“I’m actually going to talk to an agent about a beach house tomorrow? It’s just… So much more relaxed here. Plus there’s a school hiring…”

Tim eyed me.

“Thought you were happy with that whole modeling thing?”

I shook my head. “Honestly?”

“I’d prefer it.” Tim answered as soon as I asked.

I took another sip of my Pepsi and answered quietly, “I’ve been miserable for a while now, actually.”

His next question had me nearly choking on the sip I’d taken. “The stalker situation, right?”

I gazed at him and he explained with a shrug, “It was all over the news. Not to mention our moms are always on the phone callin each other.”

“And then us.” I gave a soft laugh. Taking a deep breath, I nodded yes to answer what he’d asked about my situation. “It started before that though. I never actually wanted to get involved with this but then I started and the money…” I trailed off.

“Yeah. I mean I don’t blame ya.” Tim shrugged, going quiet.

The tension settled in all around us. Thick to the point I felt like you could cut the way it lingered with a knife.

“I hate to but I gotta get back to the lab…” Tim spoke up after a few minutes of us just sort of sitting there… staring at each other, deep in thought. He stood and I asked quietly, “Would it be okay if I called you later? Is your number still the same?”

“I’d like that. Yeah.. you know me. Predictable. My number’s still the same.” he gave me that smile and I felt myself smiling back, nodding. 

“Maybe you can show me around sometime…” I trailed off because there I went.. Rushing in all over again. I took a deep breath, making myself meet his gaze. Fully prepared to laugh it off and say that he didn’t have to.

Tim chuckled, nodding. “I was about to say that. I see you’re still a mind reader, baby girl.”

“Just yours, Speed.” I wanted to kick myself because the words left my mouth just a shade too flirty.

And I knew it was much too soon for that.

XXX

“Now who in the hell is he?” the man stood outside the diner, leaned against one of the streetlamps. Watching Sylvie intently through the window as she talked to some guy inside the diner.

When the guy sat down at her booth, his blood began to boil. His hands clenched to fists at his sides and he gave an angry laugh, shaking his head.

“Now this just won’t do. Not at all. Nothin’s comin between me and her. Nothin.”

[glorywaited]

                                     Olympian Aesthetics

APHRODITE .    laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, thrives on attention, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, your girlfriend thinks they’re attractive, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO .    glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a Tinder account.

ARES .      armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell will make you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS .     keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA.      discerning gaze, unreadable face, the patience of a lifelong teacher, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, go-getter, balls of wool displayed on shelves, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER.     soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants (elementals), leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS.     drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS .      the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA .    resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES .     devil-may-care smile, ink-stained hands, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON .    storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, the sea casting its spell, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns for more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS .    thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, pretends they don’t have feelings but they do, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, most likely to be voted class president out of their peers, expensive watch.

[inviouswriting]

Aymeric~~

Cut for obvious~ I said before I will be doing his in full. So no one has to ask unless they want more from different letters.

This took all day x.x trying to think of things fitting for him.  hope you all enjoy my take on this. People can request more of specially marked letters because I have alternative or more ideas.

Very spicy stuff in here. I stress that this is very n//s//f//w// (Remember when you reblog this do not TAG the the n//s//f//w or it flags me.)

*A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

An absolute angel. He frets and worries if he’s hurt you, he has reasons to worry with how his size can be if you’re smaller. He massages any spot that is sore, kisses your face till you are giggling and blushing. He holds you in his arms to calm down, water or food. There will never be a moment where he forgets your limitations. He’s always beaming with pride and praises how proud he is, how much he loves you.

B* = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite on himself are two things his eyes and arms. Like Thancred, he likes his arms for the fact he protects and provides support to his lover. He loves the way you feel in them, and can’t get enough of holding you. 

His eyes, he sees alot of what others can miss. Nothing escapes his eyes with you, every nuance, smile, frown, when you are by yourself the worry. Or how you smile back at him in a room full of people. He also will use those ice blues to his benefit, conveys alot of hidden emotion through them that you pick up on. Master of the bedroom stare, and you are hopeless to deny them. Specially when he adds that smile. 

C = C**m (anything to do with c**m, basically)

Consistency is full and not very thick. Due to his rich diet, probably a bit sweeter. He can’t get over the first time you drank it down. You couldn’t walk for days.

D* = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves his office as a playroom. There is something freeing from the responsibilities whenever you indulge him in. He gets rambunctious, it becomes a game of how loud he can make you while murmuring words reminding you to keep your voice low. But it is so hard to do when he’s teasing you with his fingers and mouth. Even harder when he takes you on top of his desk filled with papers. His secret in this? He wants to be caught. He wants someone to walk in on you both, the idea of someone seeing the two of you. He doesn’t for he’d lose his rank but at the same time. He would not mind if it meant his time is freed up to join you on traveling.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

More devoted in his practice as a temple knight, he never did anything that could jeopardize his position even more so when he became lord commander. A scandal was something he could not risk, so there is no one that he had trysts with. Till you. But only after he was able to secure your hand and knows anything he does in his home or office stays between you two.  

F* = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He has two favorites. He loves you sitting in his lap most, the angle is right for him to hit just inside and watch your face light up in shock as he hits that one spot. His second favorite is you on your back and knees pressed to your chest. This is a position that allows him to go full tilt and you able to accept all of him inside. He can see your face and watch your pleasure wash over as he feels it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Unintentionally humorous. He lightens the mood towards the beginning but as things get heated he becomes more serious to your needs and wants. But if you laugh during any time he treasures those intimate moments where the barriers break down and you are with each other instead of just together.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Given how he doesn’t have facial hair, I like to think he is well kept up. Hairless below because who wants mouth fulls of hair in times where it is suppose to be pleasurable. He also prefers his partner be the same way, hair gets in the way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Romantic and respectful. He respects no’s and will not touch what is a never. He makes it about you more than himself. Romance in the sense he wines and dines you ahead of time to set the pace for the evening. Mulled wines but he never takes advantage of you if you are too incoherent or drunk because that is not consent even if you’ve been intimate before. He locks eyes alot, he checks in on you and treats you like a queen/king.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The guy is walking stress. Any moment he has to take an edge off he does so. With something of yours so he can feel close to you. He prefers in the privacy of his home, and takes care to clean up. He imagines you there swallowing him down knowing how much of him can fit. (But hey, that is for an imagine I’ll be writing~ ;3)

K* = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Water. Bath, shower, lake, or somewhere, where he can let loose. Also the water helps keeps things fluid between you. Dress up kink. He loves costumes you can find for him to see. A simple maid outfit or songbird with the right tights. Those tights might need mending later.

L* = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His home, he can excuse servants and make the place completely private for you and him to do anything you or he desires. No one is allowed there with the exception of pure urgency but if he makes the word known, not even the heavens falling would trespass.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Telling him bluntly, or poking at his hot spots. Two are on his head in his ears. The one he keeps covered by the clasp is ultra sensitive. Nibbling on the ends makes him blush and start losing his composure. A lick across one and he’s pinning you down on whatever available surface he has. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that is disgusting or causes pain. Whatever your no is, is his. There will never be an accidental touch on something you dislike. He will never engage in knife play, blood play, or anything that is dangerous. No asphyxia where the wrong moment could end your life. 

O* = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both. He learned your body through experience, he loves giving as it lets you be at his mercy for hours and he can listen to you sigh and sing his name all night. Our knight most heavenly indeed.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Only in his office or if you rope him into a hidden alleyway. Quite often if you both are in between responsibilities. Promises to take care of each other thoroughly later.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He will experiment with whatever you bring to him. The big risk he’d take is being the dom in bdsm settings. I see him more of a sub, after all he spends so much time giving orders. He’d rather serve his lover.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has a high drive given his discipline as a knight. He can last rounds before he gets tired. His partner might only be able to stand three rounds with what he has.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns alot from what his love brings for them to try out. He prefers ones where he can tease for a while. He doesn’t like using dilds because he rather do that himself. But he does keep a few for his partner to watch them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man will tease you sitting next to you in dinner parties. If you sit next to him you can find fingers toying with you every chance he gets if he gets away with it. A foot playing with your leg if you sit across from him. He can do this with a stoic face save for the small sly grin your way. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Depends on what is happening. If you are going down on him he’s vocal and loud at your mercy. Full deep sighs and soft moans. When he’s closer he’ll call your name or praise you.

W* = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves edging. Bringing his partner close then denying them release. He can’t get enough of it since it prolongs their time together. A mild fan of overstimulation. Always with a safeword here because he can pet and lick for hours. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s an elezen. There are rumors of them being large, and he proves that sitting with a 9 1/2 length and a 3 1/2 circumference. The thickness is more of the concern for all the foreplay making sure you are well taken cared of or lubricated well before he even dares take you. He will never do you dry or he’ll hurt you. One will be very satisfied with him. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderately high. Time and place. But when he has you alone and knows for several hours you are his. That drive is very high. Specifically after you’ve tied the knot too.  

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not quick to fall asleep, you’re more likely to be worn out first. Barely coherent after what he’s reduced you too. He’ll pet your head and cuddle you to no end. Only after you’re cleaned up and content in his arms does he entertain the idea of sleep.

[thebiasrekkers]

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: M // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,451  

Chapter 19: Mikrokosmos

"Each person has their own history. Each person has their own star."

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“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.”

A chorus of “A-men” resounded throughout the sanctuary and Jimin joined in with his fellow parishioners. His head was bowed low and he clasped his hands together in prayer, hoping that he could commend his spirit unto the Father whom he so desperately believed in. He wished to leave his burdens on the altar and rest his mind as easily as he would dare.

But even in that act, Jimin was a sinner.

Every Sunday he tried to leave his pain and worries and everything that afflicted him at the altar of the Lord – at God’s table. But he selfishly took something back with him every time. He did not fully relinquish his burdens upon God because he also knew that the Father would never put on him more than he could bear. He believed that his anxieties were seemingly petty. They were the young and foolish woes of a man who barely knew what it meant to live his life.

And yet, despite his hypocrisy, Jimin continued to return to the House of the Lord. He continued to pray diligently; not for himself, but for his brothers. For the people he cared about and for the people they, in turn, cared for. It was a never-ending cycle, a seemingly bottomless pit. Or was it more appropriate to say that the connections that people had with each other could literally number the stars?

Would it be that way for generations to come? He wished for it; for the pain and suffering to end. For a true and lasting peace to be obtained.

He truly wasn’t meant to remain in a world of darkness.

Halfway through the reverend’s sermon, the doors to the sanctuary opened. A few parishioners turned their heads and bowed politely, their smiles warm and inviting. Jimin continued to focus on his prayer, Bible turned to Romans in his lap. However, a shadow was cast over the pages and he couldn’t help but to lift his head and see who was now standing beside him.

Jimin’s mouth fell open slightly and he blinked when he realized it was Eden.

Her hair was pulled back, a low braid draping over her shoulder. She wore a dark green dress with long sleeves and the skirt just barely touched her knees. Simple, black pumps adorned her feet and she was holding a black and gold clutch in her hands. A frown touched her lips before she sat down gently beside him, reaching toward the back of the pew for a Bible.

“What book are we in?” she whispered while opening the book.

“Wha—oh, we’re in Romans. Romans, Chapter twelve.”

Nodding, she turned to the book of Romans and followed along with the reverend as he continued to preach his sermon. No other words were spoken between them and they both sat together in companionable silence. They sang together, prayed together, and even participated in Holy Communion together. It was when Jimin finished off the wine that he realized why Eden decided to show up.

It was First Sunday. No matter how busy or how upset she was with the world, Eden always made time to come to Holy Communion.

After the morning service was finished, fellow parishioners invited everyone to enjoy a meal together. Jimin often declined since he had other obligations during the day. This morning would be no different.

Both he and Eden politely bowed to the others before exiting the church.

Her heels clicked along the stone walkway leading to the steps that fanned out toward the parking lot. Jimin’s longer legs kept pace with her the entire way. However, instead of returning to her vehicle or even out onto the main street where she would have taken the bus, Eden turned and walked along the path leading toward the church’s expansive back garden. Jimin followed since she didn’t seem to protest his company.

When she reached a stone bench, Eden sat down and fished around in her clutch. Jimin couldn’t help the smirk that touched his lips as she pulled out a cigarette. Shaking his head, he sighed and took a seat next to her.

“Really?” He couldn’t help but laugh. “We just finished with service.”

Eden pointed two fingers at him, the cigarette perched between them. “Don’t start, Jimin-ah,” she said while pulling out a lighter. “The Lord will be happy that I showed up for service at all.”

He wasn’t going to argue with her on that. After everything that happened, he was almost positive that Eden wasn’t going to show up to church ever again. Jimin understood why she was upset, and he didn’t blame her for doubting him or even Jungkook. But it would have been a lie to himself if her mistrust didn’t hurt him. It did. They’d known each other for the better part of three years now. Despite being a devout Christian, the path he walked often forced him to go against the teachings of the Lord.

Jimin felt so dirty when he entered sacred ground.

Like Jungkook, Jimin did not hide his affiliation with the criminal underworld from Eden. She accepted it and didn’t even look down on him for his status. She even once told him that the fact that he went to church meant that he felt some semblance of guilt for what he was doing. He always prayed in earnest and Eden knew that he was genuinely kind and decent human being. At least that was how she saw him. At the end of the day, however, it was how he was seen in the eyes of God that mattered the most.

Being reminded of that by her lifted his spirits even just a little.

He waited until she exhaled smoke from her nostrils to speak. “Eden Noona,” Jimin prodded softly, “about Yoongi Hyung…”

“If you’re about to give me some kind of excuse for what he did, then don’t bother.” She tapped a bit of ash from the end of her cigarette. “I’m not in the mood.”

Jimin sighed. “Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.”

She crossed one leg over the other, cradling her arm as she held her cigarette away from her face. Eden’s eyes cut sideways to look at him and he could see a mixture of anger and hurt swirling in her eyes. “Vengeance is mine, and recompense, for the time when their foot shall slip; for the day of their calamity is at hand, and their doom comes swiftly.” She took a long drag from her cigarette, flicking off an ash as smoke exhaled from between her lips. “Thus saith the Lord.”

“You can’t hold onto that forever, Noona. Him aside, it’s not good for you.”

He watched her crush out the cherry on the ground by her shoe before tossing it into a nearby waste basket. She saw her smirk, but it was a mirthless gesture. “I bet you don’t even know how long he and I were together, do you?” Eden turned to look at him. “Or how we even met?”

Jimin shook his head, his brows furrowing. “But I can listen, if you’d like.”

She scoffed, a hand reaching up to finger at her braid. “We met in the States six years ago. I guess you could say we were friends. But considering that everything I’ve known about him has been a lie, now I’m not so sure.” Sighing, she let her hand fall to her lap. “I came here a year after that. We started dating then. And we continued to date for three more years.”

Jimin’s heart thumped heavily against his chest. Five years ago?

It was an absolute madhouse in their world and yet Yoongi continued to make time for a woman he cared for? There was a part of Jimin that could hardly believe what he was hearing. The Yoongi Hyung he knew was deemed as The Lightning Claw for a reason. He was swift and deadly, striking without provocation and leaving devastation in his wake. The world they entered nearly ten years ago was at its peak of violence and chaos back then. Blood splattered across the streets and sometimes the aftermath was so terrible that not even the police would step in.

“For three years, I believed he was keeping me away from his friends and family because he didn’t want them to know he was dating some half Korean orphan girl. He would leave for days, supposedly on a business trip, and then come back like nothing happened.”

But now that he thought about it, there were days that Yoongi would just take off. He would disappear and come back a few days later. Even after he started making more international moves, he would never be gone for more than a week or so at a time. And when he came home, he would do his standard debriefing before heading out again. They all assumed he was with someone, but he never spoke up about it. Jimin even remembered Yoongi almost coming to blows with Taehyung when he wouldn’t ease off with his incessant teasing, prodding Yoongi to introduce her to them.

“I never knew where he lived but he always came to my house. We hardly went out in Gangnam and when we did, it was always late. We mostly would just take trips together out of town. It just didn’t make sense to me.”

When the fighting was especially bad, Yoongi waited until all his injuries were completely healed before disappearing again. While Jimin couldn’t imagine what persona his brother was attempting to portray, he knew that he never wanted Eden to worry over him because of how bloody and disgusting their world actually was. Wanting to push her as far away from that madness as possible certainly wasn’t unreasonable.

But he knew that Eden wouldn’t see it that way. She’d been damaged by his dishonesty which, as a result, caused her current trust issues. Now, after finding out the truth, he honestly couldn’t be upset with how standoffish she was being. Who wouldn’t be?

“All this time, I thought he was just bored or was too busy to be with me. But the truth?” Eden scoffed, then laughed. “He was ashamed.”

“Eden Noona,” offered Jimin, causing her to look away from him, “I’m sure it wasn’t like that. In fact, I know it wasn’t. We all bothered him constantly about who he was always running off to go see, but Hyung never wanted to give up any details and we respected his privacy enough not to get involved.” He lifted his hand to touch Eden’s shoulder. “You don’t understand what life was like back then. Turf wars were happening all over Seoul and we were just fighting to keep a leg up in the game. I’m sure he just didn’t want you to get mixed up in all of that or even get hurt.”

He saw her roll her eyes. “The path to hell is paved with good intentions.” She rounded on him. “That wasn’t his choice to make, Jimin-ah!” Her eyes narrowed. “Do you even realize how much danger he put me in by keeping me in the dark? What if a rival gang decided to kidnap me? What if they tried to use me to take advantage of you guys?”

Jimin averted his gaze, realizing that she wasn’t wrong either. He knew that going into a situation blindly was just as dangerous as knowingly walking into enemy territory. Had that very scenario occurred, there was a good chance that it would have ended badly. The times were not so forgiving in those days. Even Jimin transformed into a monster, seeing red and spilling blood as easily as a child spilled milk.

“I understand why you’re angry, Noona, I do,” he said, his hand sliding off her shoulder, “but there’s no way for us to determine if what he did was the best choice or the worst choice.” He lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Can’t you just forgive him this once? Not for his sake, but for yours?”

He didn’t move his eyes from hers, hoping that his sincerity would come across as best as he could. It was no secret how Jungkook felt about Eden and while he wasn’t sure if Yoongi still felt the same, he wanted there to be peace between them all. They were so close to finally walking away from the darker parts of their past. They were finally going to be able to step out into the light again; to feel the sun on their cheeks and the rain on their skin. They could stop hiding and go back to being the people they used to be before willfully walking onto the road of darkness.

“I don’t want to see this eating away at you anymore.”

Eden sighed and stood from the stone bench. Jimin immediately followed, watching her flatten out the skirts of her dress in the front. A soft breeze pushed against them, blowing his hair in different directions. A pained expression crossed her face before she took a breath and looked back at him. Her eyes seemed less angry, yet they appeared more hurt than they had been just a few minutes earlier.

“…I need time, Jimin-ah,” she finally said, causing a small ache to form in his chest. It was the softest he’d ever heard her speak in all the years he’d known her. “I just need some time to finally let it all go.”

Then she smiled at him, her hand reaching out to ruffle his hair a little bit. He gave a weak smile in response before watching her turn to head down the rest of the path and out of the garden. Jimin stood alone, waiting until he could no longer hear the clicking of her heels going down the sidewalk. When he turned his phone back on, there were a couple of missed calls, four text messages and one voicemail.

It was from Hoseok.

“Jimin-ah. I know you’re in service, so you don’t have to call me back. Come home as soon as you’ve finished. I’ll give you all the details when everyone is back.”

Sliding his phone into his pocket, he saw the small cluster of dark clouds beginning to form through the canopy of trees. A storm was coming.

“So,” Jimin said, his voice quiet, “it’s finally happening.”

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🏛Bold What Applies - Olympian Edition

Drake

APHRODITE.   laughter-loving,      sweet  smiles,     dressed  in  silk  and  satin,    flower  in  their  hair,     sees  the  world  as  a  runway,     unapologetically  sexual,   the  sea  washing  their  ankles,     in  love  with  love,    stirrer  of  passion,  cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips,   secret  daggers,     doves,     revolution  in  their  kiss,    delighting  in  the  waves,    flirtatious  winks,     strolling  along  the  beach,     staring  wistfully  from  a  balcony,     this  is  how  to  be  a  heartbreaker,     wants  to  be  adored,     gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO.   glitz  and  glamour,  art  galleries,    turning  the  volume  up,    being  made  of  gold,    neatly-organized  music  sheets,     notebooks  filled  with  poetry,     bathing  in  the  sunlight,   the  powerful  urge  to  create,     collecting  vinyl  records,     beautiful  cover  of  Wonderwall,     playing  multiple  instruments,   tasting  like  sunshine,     healing  touch,     speaking  in  prophecies,  smile  mingled  with  wrath,   shunning  lies,     sporting  shades,     hanging  out  at  music  festivals  with  their  friends,   sleeps  naked,  arrow  to  the  heart,    paint  brushes,     probably  has  a  Tinder  account.

ARES.      armed  for  battle,    wants  to  raise  a  dog  with  their  significant  other, soft  spot  for  children,  gives  piggyback  rides,     scarred  body,    blood  on  their  hands  and  face, willing  to  fight  the  world  for  the  ones  they  love,      fights  against  injustice,     warm  hugs,   well-worn  combat  boots,  boxing gloves,   bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles,   fist  raised  in  protest,   ignites  revolutions,     fear  is  a  prison,     more  sensitive  than  what  their  tough  shell  would  have  you  think,    exhausted,    damaged  goods,     force  to  be  reckoned  with,     red  roses,   curses  under  their  breath.

ARTEMIS.     keen  sense  of  a  hunter,   freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin,   piercing  eyes,     disheveled  braid,  moonlight  peeking  through  the  shadows,     the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night,     lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at  the  stars,    mother  doe  and  her  fawn,     protecting  their  kin,   the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake,   quiver  full  of  arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree,    running  with  wolves ,  bonding  while  circled  around  a  campfire,     not  being  much  of  a  people  person,     arrow  hitting  a  target,     popping  egos,     patience  on  3%,    touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

ATHENA.     discerning  gaze,   unreadable  face,   quiet  museums,   owl  perched  on  their  finger,     armor  that  intimidates,     eye  for  architecture,     plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  building   houses,     studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was  busy , big  fan  of  logic,     loves  brain  teasers,    ancient  buildings,     sweaters  in  neutrals  and  cool  colors,    hair  done  up,     can  kill  you  with  their  brain,     heads  to  the  library  often  to  research,     sharpened  pencils,   abs  that  can  cut  steel,    stoic  statues,     pottery classes.

DEMETER.     soil-covered  hands,   smile  that  can  bloom  flowers,    skin  loved  by  the  sun,    being  the  mom-friend,    can  lift  you  and  your  friends,     flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of  overalls,    takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden,     speaks  to  their  plants,    leaves  rustling  in  the  wind,     stalks  of  wheat,     picking  fruit,     greenhouses,    heart  as  strong  as  a  mountain,     values  simplicity,    daisies  dotted  across  a  collarbone,     curls  crowned  with  flowers,     folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues,    pulling  out  fresh-baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS.     drunk  shitposter,     on  their  sixth  glass  of  wine  before  you’ve  even  finished  your  second,     seductive  smirks,  untamed curls,     rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin,    sleek-furred  panthers,    theater  masks,    stage  productions,     receiving  a  standing  ovation,     rose  caught  between  their  teeth,     being  the  baby  of  the  bunch,     wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup,     creeping  vines,     inspiring  loyalty,    grand  opera  houses,    masquerade  balls,   rolls  of  film,    shattered  chandeliers  with  broken glass  scattered  across  the  wine-spilled  floor,     pouring  champagne  into  flutes,     lives  for  the   applause.

HEPHAESTUS.     the  calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor,    sweaty  brow,   flame  burning  in  their  eyes,   inventive  mind,    broad  shoulders,    steampunk  goggles,    nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes,     ashes,     striking  a  match,     blueprints  for  future  projects,     fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades,     wrestles  with  bitterness,     work  boots  have  seen  better  years,    wrinkled  plaid  shirts,   iron  melted  in  blazing  fire,     huge  jackets,    crafting  masterpieces,     greased-stained overalls,     fascination  with  robotics,     pain  is  fuel,    stack  of  weaponry,     even  their muscles  have  muscles.

HERA.     resting  bitch  face,    dressed  to  the  nines,   cows  grazing  on  a  pasture,    cool  rain,     loving  and  hating  fiercely,    hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls,     large  chandelier  with  glittering  crystals,  plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims,    romance  to  realism,    pictures  of  the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane,  downs  glasses  of  wine  as  they  relax  with  a  scented  bubble  bath  and  Netflix,  like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded,    knows  57  convenient  ways  to  murder  a  man,   dark  eyes  that  penetrate  your  soul,    marble  and  gold.

HERMES.     devil-may-care  smile,     always  up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology,    will  steal  your  french  fries,     does  it  for  the vine,     shitposter,     puts  googly  eyes  on  everything,     meme  hoarder,     long  drives  on  the  highway,     ma  and  pop  diners,     spontaneous  road  trips,     folded  maps,     fingers  dancing  across  the  keyboard  of  a  laptop,     shooting  hoops  on  the  basketball  court,     chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own  destinations,     goes  jogging  in  the  morning,     mixes  redbull  with  coffee,     menace  on  april fool’s,     hoodies  and  sneakers.    

POSEIDON.     storm  with  skin,   colorful  coral  reefs,   waves  crashing  against  the  shore,    stroking  the  soft  fur  of  a  cat,     their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop,     tousled  locks,     clothes  smeared  with  paint,     owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more,   leather  jackets,  fondness  for  diy  projects,    handwriting  that  flows  across  the  page,    nimble  fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  violin,     velvety  singing  voice  that  haunts  your  dreams,     mood  as  ever-changing  as  the  sea,     the  roar  of  a  motorcycle,     compass  with  a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS.     thunder  in  their  heart,     running  on  coffee,     flash  of  lightning,     natural  charisma,     eloquence,    badass  in  a  nice  suit,  aficionado  of  history,     force of nature, lenny  face,    nightmare-filled  nights,     proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist,     high-rise  buildings,     planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky,    technician  on  the  piano,   maintains  order,   strong  handshake,    juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule  with  ease,    expensive watch.

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