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mostmouse · 2 years ago

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The Swordsmith with a Cute Name

Hotaru Haganezuka has gone missing in the swordsmith village, surely his wife must know where he is, right? The thing is, he sort of only visits at night.

(Hotaru Haganezuka x f!reader, explicit, 5,800 words, slight yandere themes) as always - cross posted to my AO3 :)

Tanjiro marveled at the entrance of the Swordsmith Village, the architecture striking him. Growing up in the mountains, he had never really been exposed to such buildings, and he didn’t want to count his time in the entertainment district. Waving to the people milling about on his way to the chief’s residence, he sniffed the air, trying to see if he could scent his own swordsmith. While he could catch a faint smell, he couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from.

Moving into the chief’s home, he listened to the older man speak of Mr. Haganezuka, balking as he openly threatened the man. Tecchin sighed, “We’re searching high and low for him, and I’m sure his wife has met with him in these last few months, but I can’t catch her with him!” He pouted, “I don’t have it in me to ask her to set a trap though, it’s already a miracle that Hotaru even managed to find a woman who would tolerate him.”

Tanjiro gasped before lighting up, “Mr. Haganezuka is married?! That’s wonderful!” Tecchin sighed delightedly, holding his cheek in his hands.

“Isn’t it just so? I raised him, so I know how difficult it can be. No matter what that woman has ever done, she’s a pure hearted angel in my books. I wish she’d join me in trying to detain Hotaru.”

Tanjiro laughed, slightly awkward. “I’m sure she’s making sure he’s safe and well cared for while he’s out.” The two continued to gossip before one of the other men in the room reminded their chief of his other commitments. “I’ll head out to acquaint myself with the village.” Bowing low, he smiled, “I’ll keep an eye out for Mr. Haganezuka. If I run into Mrs. Haganezuka, is it alright if I associate with her?”

Tecchin brightened up, sitting taller, “Yes! See if you can get her to open up about Hotaru’s whereabouts. Perhaps she’ll tell a young man as handsome as you. I’m sure Hotaru won’t mind, but he’s always been a bit possessive over her.”

Tanjiro’s smile was strained. “Ah, I hope so, too.” Gathering Nezuko’s box, Tanjiro got up to leave, bowing once more at the gentlemen before taking his leave. The hot springs were an overwhelming scent, but if he focused hard, he could almost track his swordsmith’s scent. Patting the box, he whispered to his sister, “Let’s see if we can find Mr. Haganezuka’s wife, I’m really curious what she’s like!”

Hearing Nezuko’s hum of affirmation, he trotted along the small village’s dirt streets. Eyes scanning everyone around him, he huffed slightly. “Everyone’s wearing those clown masks… How am I supposed to- ah!” Perking up, he caught a whiff of Mr. Haganezuka, jogging forward until he found someone in a pretty mask carrying leather goods.

“Ah! Excuse me, are you Mrs. Haganezuka?” Hearing your name, you turned to face him, shoulders straightening as you saw this boy had no mask. He must have been a visitor, how did he know your name? You weren’t a swordsmith, instead you crafted leather accessories for the swords your husband made.

“I am, and you are?” Tanjiro blushed as he forgot his manners, bowing deeply, he introduced himself. However, you interrupted him before he could mention his relationship with Mr. Haganezuka. “Oh! Tanjiro! You’re a client of Hotaru’s, aren’t you?”

The young man before you smiled brightly, and you felt your chest swell with sudden affection. He was too cute! “I am! I was wondering… Have you seen him? The chief mentioned that he’s been missing the last few months, so I can’t help but be worried.”

You stiffened, his earnest expression instead now twisting your heart. You stuttered over your words for a moment before plastering a wide smile on your face - not that he could see it. “Oh gosh, no! Sorry! I wish I could help, I really do! But, well, I don’t actually know where he is at the moment, I’m sorry!”

Waving your hand apologetically, you laughed airly. Tanjiro smiled softly, tilting his head. It didn’t take someone with a discerning nose like him to know you were lying. Well, you hadn’t actually lied, you probably really didn’t know where he was, but you certainly have seen him. Tanjiro breathed a sigh, smile not leaving his lips. “If you see him, could you let him know I’m here? I’d like to apologize for chipping my sword.”

Your hand dropped, reaching into the large bag at your hip. “Of course! I’ll let him know!” You chirped in realization, digging for whatever you were looking for with vigor, “If I see him! You know, because, yeah I-I don’t know where he is!” Laughing nervously, you held out a small item to him. “Silly me! Here’s take this, a gift for Hotaru for not being here!”

Tanjiro accepted the small leather sheath, gasping as he pulled out a knife. “Wow!” Eyes widening further, he shouted in surprise as the blade turned black. “It's a nichirin dagger!”

You brightened, clapping your hands. “I’ve been apprenticing under Hotaru for a few years, but unfortunately this is the only sturdy thing I can make right now. I’m actually a leather worker by trade! I craft hilts and sheaths!”

Tanjiro’s eyes lit up in stars, bowing once more. “That’s amazing! I’ll treasure this! I’ll only use it in emergencies!” You hummed happily, holding your cheeks. Tanjiro placed the dagger in his pocket, bowing for the last time. “Thank you so much, if you don’t mind me asking… Where’s the entrance to the hot springs?”

You laughed, reaching out and petting the top of his head fondly. “I don’t mind at all! Here, let me lead you.” You ignored his blush and how he tried to object, taking his hand and leading him away. “Please, it would be my honor! Maybe later you could introduce me to your little sister!” You eyed the box curiously, “I heard she’s downright adorable, I just have to meet her! And don’t worry, the canopy above the main hot springs is full coverage. Even though it's sunset, no light will get in, so she’ll be safe to soak, too!”

Tanjiro’s heart squeezed in his chest, you were much too kind. He couldn’t believe you were the wife of the man who sent him those threatening ink stained letters. Once the two of you approached the steps, the both of you looked up as the love hashira barreled down towards you, shouting.

You laughed delightedly, shouting your greetings as Tanjiro panicked, rushing up to close her kimono. Smiling as Tanjiro fussed over Mitsuri, you waved and walked away, giggling behind your mask. With a renewed pep in your step, you hummed as you made your way to your shared home on the outskirts of the village, nestled in the woods.

Closing the sliding door behind you, you slipped your shoes off, setting down your bag and stretching tall, groaning loudly. Stepping up onto the clean floors, you made your way to the kitchen. Paying no mind to your surroundings, you didn’t notice as your large husband crept up behind you.

Shouting, you felt strong arms wind around you, pulling you against a sturdy built chest. “H-Hotaru!” His mask clacked against yours as pressed himself to the back of your body, arms tightening.

“I saw you talking with Kamado, what did he have to say?” His voice was gruff, you could hear the agitation in it as you whimpered. His large hand came up to cup your mask, pulling it away from your face and setting it down. He was always so gentle with his works of art, but he didn’t bother the same treatment with you, especially when he saw you talking with other men.

“Hotaru, he’s just a boy, what are you so worked up ab- ah!” He hauled you up over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom. “Hotaru! Let me make us dinner, I haven’t seen you in a couple days!” You slapped his back before realization dawned on you, “W-Were you watching us? Have you been watching me on the days I don’t see you?”

He tossed you to the bed, quickly climbing over you and straddling your legs, hands holding your wrists on his thick thighs. “Hotaru! Stop!” You tried to wiggle, knowing it was futile, especially when he was focused on a specific topic or task.

“What did he say to you?” He leaned forward, bandana and mask keeping his expression from you. Squeezing you with his thighs, he huffed, “I won’t ask again.”

You growled, fed up with the cold welcome from the man you loved, “You’re being jealous! I don’t get a ‘hi’ or a kiss, or a ‘good evening honey, how are-’ ahh!” He tugged your wrists up, body quickly following as you were brought to his chest, his arms winding around you in a tight hug.

You pouted, not wanting to talk about it but knowing you wouldn’t get anything from him if you didn’t - the man was ridiculously stubborn and could hold out much longer than you. He always had his swords to go to when he wasn’t getting his way. “Nothing! He didn’t say anything, just that he was sorry for chipping his sword. Tecchin spoke with him earlier so he knew you were missing.”

You whined a bit, going slack in his arms, “I think he knew I was lying he asked me about you… But he didn’t press it. I gave him that dagger I’d been working on. It turned black just like his blade though, I’m sorry.”

Your husband’s grip relaxed a bit, though he didn’t move from where he was perched on your lap, still keeping you contained. His burly hands came back around and held your cheeks as he sighed heavily. “It’s not your fault. All the blades I’ve made have turned black as well.” Groaning loudly, he set his jaw on the top of your head.

Cautiously, you brought your arms up, slipping his mask off before tugging his bandana away from his head. His hair spilled from where it was tied up in the fabric, cascading over his shoulders in a flowing wave.

Sighing as you tended to him, you spoke up in a small comforting voice. “Hotaru… Do you wanna get up for me and we can make some dinner?” He scoffed, gritting his teeth, his jaw tense where it rested above the crown of your head. Sighing, you pet his thighs. “You'll be less grumpy once you eat, sweetness.”

Pushing your shoulders back, he fixed you with a hard glare. “You know how I feel when you speak with other people.” He gripped your cheeks with both hands, “You’re mine. You know that. Why do I have to keep reminding you?” His perfect lips turned to a sneer, and you recalled how he was only okay with you speaking to a handful of people in the village.

You pouted, your lips squished together and preventing you from speaking. Growling you tried to shake your head to escape his grip, however that had him holding onto you tighter. “You’re mine.”

His voice was as rough as his lips as he crashed his against yours. Whimpering at the force, feeling the impact on your teeth, you tried to wiggle away from him. His hands came up behind you, twisting in your hair and holding you in place. His tongue pushed past your lips, teeth clacking as he ravaged your mouth.

You whimpered, hands pulling his hair as you tried to break free. Even though you were sure it wasn’t because of you, he pulled away, moving only the smallest bit away from your mouth. His burly body blocked everything else from your line of vision, the only thing you could see being him. His eyes bore into yours, gaze intense, and you knew you wouldn’t get away from him unscathed.

You whimpered, his hands pressing you down onto your back as he slipped off you. “Don’t move.” You gave a sharp shout as he tore your kimono open and off of you, easily slipping off your undergarments with deft fingers.

Hotaru’s rough hands pawed over your freshly displayed body, nails scratching you slightly. You whimpered, body jolting with each touch as he moved downwards onto his knees. You tentatively pet his hair, gasping as he grabbed your palms and pressed them to the side of the bed, flat. “What did I just say?”

He didn’t move, staying still as his eyes stared up at you from between your legs. Your mouth was dry as you looked up towards the ceiling. “D-Don’t move.” His grip tightened as he bit your thigh, ignoring as you cried out.

“And what did you do?” Hands leaving yours, he pushed your thighs wide open, admiring your cunt. You whimpered above him, shouting as he bit your other thigh.

“Moved! I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry, ‘Taru, please!” Huffing at your words, he abandoned your hands and instead kept to holding your thighs. At his silence, you shuddered as his breath puffed over your slit. Now that he seemed wholly uninterested in what you were doing or saying, you knew the night was only beginning, his impressive and irritating focus narrowing in on pleasuring you until he had his fill.

Gasping, your hips jerked as his tongue slid up your slit, slow and wet. “Hotaru…” You grabbed at his hair, knowing he was so focused he wouldn’t be paying you anymore attention outside of eating you out.

His hands gripped the fat of your thighs, tongue pushing past your slit and dipping inside your cunt. Your back arched at the feeling, basking in the pleasure for as long as you could. His mouth went to work as his hands groped you, moving up your body and squeezing anywhere he could reach.

Peering above your chest and tummy, you moaned lowly at the sight of him between your legs. His eyes were half lidded, a blush on his cheeks, and showing no indication of looking up at you, entirely enraptured in your sweet cunt. You tossed an arm over your eyes, the other resting in his hair as you wrapped your thighs around his head.

Sighing, you let him lick you, drooling over your already wet cunt. “Hotaru~” You felt him press his face closer against you, tongue shoved deep inside you. Arching your back, you pulled his hair, the man staying silent as he moved upwards to suck your clit.

“Ahh!” You shuddered at the feeling, moaning and crying out as his hands shifted to your hips. Gripping you tightly, you moaned at the rough treatment. He lifted you up higher, hands moving to cup your ass while his eyes slid shut. He pawed at your skin, squishing it in his palms as he sucked your clit tight into his hot wet mouth.

Writhing on the bed, you pulled his hair, letting your legs fall open, thighs resting on his broad shoulders. “Ahh~ So good~” You pet his hair as he slipped his tongue back into your cunt, licking you hotly. You rocked your hips in his grip, grateful he wasn’t holding you down this time.

Moving his head, you felt his tongue slip deeper inside, his own rough moans muffled by your plush skin. You whimpered loudly, head falling back as you felt him move one of his hands from your ass. You swallowed tightly, anticipation rattling your lungs as you felt him slowly curve it around your thighs to settle between your legs, just under his mouth.

You whined as one rough finger slipped inside you, the size of his digits easily outmatching your own. “Please, Hotaru~” He delicately pet inside of you, reacquainting himself with your body. You rolled your hips against his face, whining once more as he ignored you, steadying his hand and stroking you with one digit.

His tongue soon left you, moving up to your clit as he sucked once more, feeling your swollen bundle against his tongue, his finger soft inside you. You cried out, bucking your hips as you pulled his hair, his mouth not stopping as he sighed against you, eyes closed and tongue licking you rapidly.

“H-Hotaru! Ahh- fuck! Please!” You arched your back, dragging him so close to you that his nose was pressed against your mound. “‘M gonna cum! Haah~ Ah!” Your breath stuttered from your lungs, writhing against the soft comforter as your husband stayed on his knees, unbothered by your reactions.

You gasped for air as he continued, thighs quaking and sporadically squeezing his head before falling back open. He kept his hand firmly cupping your ass while the other slipped another finger inside your tightening cunt.

Sighing hotly, your hands loosened in his mane, petting flyaways from his sweaty forehead, laughing breathlessly as his eyes were still closed. “Hotaru… It’s not fair when I can’t l-look at your handsome face…” Your words trailed off, soft sharp moans falling past your lips as he built his speed back up.

Whimpering, you tried to push him away, knowing full well you couldn’t. “W-Wait, Hotaru, please!” He moaned gruffly against you, and you were sure his cock was aching and hard in his pants. “Please, Hotaru, I want you inside me! I know yo-ahh! K-Know you want it, too-” You covered your mouth with your hand, crying out as he curled his fingers inside you.

You had no idea to what end he would stop, it wasn’t uncommon for him to become so hyper fixated and focused on making love to you, whether that be with his mouth or cock. You knew he wouldn’t stop until he was done, and it didn’t matter if you were conscious when that time came. After much practice together, your beloved husband blossomed into quite the lover, but as with his sword making passion, he tended to allow himself to slip into a specific sort of headspace.

You writhed, legs kicking behind his head as you pulled your hands back up to yourself. Holding and fondling your chest, you cried out, his hand moving faster. “‘Taru! Fuck!” Panting hard, you felt him let go of your clit, catching his breath as his fingers tapped at your gspot. You arched again, body bending and back popping at the stretch.

He leaned back, admiring your reactions and how you squeezed and pulled at your breasts. Licking his lips, he watched your cunt flutter around his fingers, pulling back before thrusting them into you, the rough pace making your upper body curl. Your hands moved to fist the blanket instead, gasping and panting for air as your climax approached.

Growling, he dragged his hand from where it was squeezing your ass, pushing one of your thighs off his shoulder so he could nibble and suck marks into your plush skin. Crying out, he felt you tighten on his fingers, but it wasn’t enough to stop his fast pace. Moaning as he bit down, his hazy eyes watched as you arched high, hands blindly seeking and finding his long, wild hair.

“Ah-!” He winced as you pulled hard, eyes never leaving your face as you finished hard a second time. Leaving your bitten thigh, he pulled his hand back, spreading your legs so wide the brief thought of you splitting apart echoed in your blissfully empty head.

Moaning loudly and wantonly, you felt him replace his digits with his tongue, pushing past your plump cunt to lick inside you. His nails bit into your skin as you moved to twist his hair around your fists. “Hotaru!” You babbled incoherently, moaning as his wet fingers curled up to rub your clit fast and hard. “Ahh!” You curled forward screeching as he overstimulated you.

You could handle it when he cooled down a bit, giving you a slight break between orgasms, but you knew if he kept it up, you’d be passing out sooner rather than later. You were always a little sleepy after one climax, him getting you off repeatedly back to back was just mean.

Thighs quivering, he basked in your noises, surrounding himself with your perfect body, the taste of your cum making him strain in his now painfully too tight pants. Breaking away from your cunt, he panted heavily, fingers pinching your clit as he nibbled your plump slit. Crying out above him, he could barely make out how your upper body writhed for him.

Catching his breath, he dove back in, mouthing over your throbbing clit and three digits pounding your sweet spot. You screamed aloud, trying to scoot away from him, pushing him away and kicking your legs. “No! Stop! ‘Taru!” He had you on the brink, he could feel how tight you were wrapped around his fingers, knew you were at your limit.

It had been days since he’d last seen you, since he’d last touched you. He knew you were busy with your own jobs as well, coming home to an empty bed with no energy to touch yourself. He had to make up for lost times. It was a mantra in his head, to make sure you felt amazing before he even had a chance to feel good himself.

Moaning around your clit as it was snug inside his drooling mouth, his eyes flicked up to you. You laid there in bed, palms over your face as you gasped and shouted. As he laved his tongue over you, teeth pressing against your burning skin, he rubbed his calloused fingertips over your gspot, switching between pressing and rubbing hard to pounding them with quick movements of his wrist.

Finally, your head fell back, screaming as your voice cracked, finishing hard and bucking your hips against his jaw. He quickly abandoned your clit as he felt hot cum flood down his digits and into his palm. You cried out weakly as he voraciously ate you out, tongue pressing inside your cunt and fucking you.

Gasping and whimpering, your hips jolted as he licked up all your cum, dragging his tongue up your slit before flicking your swollen clit. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, his mouth moved away from you, letting your legs rest against the end of the western style bed. He sat back on his heels, licking his hand clean as he watched you closely.

Muscles rippling beneath his clothes, he hovered above you, kneeling between your legs as his intense gaze watched your face. Blinking slowly, your dazed bleary gaze found his face, muddled from your airy state of mind. Breathing heavily, you managed a small weak, “‘Taru?”

Sighing above you, he kissed your forehead. Letting your eyes close, you felt him slip off the bed and pull you up into his arms. Maneuvering with you in his grip, he turned down the sheets, sliding you inside them. You hummed, comfortable amongst the soft sheet and plush pillows. Feeling yourself drift off, you registered faintly of your husband crawling in with you.

You tried to call out to him, but your throat was tired and dry. Cracking your eyes open, you moved your lips, about to call out to him before he got comfortable, but instead cried out loudly as you felt his thick cock fill you in one thrust. “Hotaru!”

You heard him groan above you, the tight fit rattling his spine. You cried out as he lifted your legs, hips quickly pistoning inside of you. Sobbing incoherently, you clawed at his chest as he hovered above you. “I- Stop!” His cock split you open, the messy sounds echoing around you as your husky voice called out to him.

Blinking rapidly, you tried to focus on his face, whimpering as his eyes bore into you, sweat dripping from his tense visage down onto you. He was quiet the entire time, not speaking as he fucked you roughly. Groaning and panting, he was otherwise silent as he focused entirely on your expression.

Writhing beneath him, you gripped his wrists as he held your hips still, his own crashing into yours roughly. “I can’t! S’too much!” You tossed your head to the side, brows pinched as he filled you up just to pull nearly out, filling you once more.

Your husband grunted above you, shuddering at your words. With a sharp gasp, his thrusts faltered, moans stifled as he rubbed your overstimulated and sore clit. You slapped his chest, tears at the corners of your eyes, “It hurts! Stop it, stop!”

However, Hotaru paid you no mind, panting as his climax washed over him, hips bucking without rhythm as you felt him pump his cum inside you. Dragging your nails down his chest once more and shaking your head, tears slipping down into your hairline. “No more! Please, ‘Taru!”

His gaze was focused as he met your own, but you whimpered, body quaking as you didn’t see any recognition in his intense stare. Instead, his eyes drifted down your body, large palm pressing into your belly. You choked out a moan as he moved his hips subtly, cock stroking your gspot as he pressed down harder.

You could see the edges of your vision turn fuzzy as he began to pump his hips again, the pace just as face and brutal. Gasping, you coughed roughly, hands pulling at his weakly, whimpering and crying out. As he pounded you, feeling your breasts bounce, your sudden climax had you shrieking before your field of vision went cloudy and you passed out.

Hotaru watched you from his position above you, admiring your blissed out expression as he made love to you. Licking his lips, he moaned as you finished around him, cunt once again tightening like a vice, squeezing him tighter than you had all night. Moaning loud and sharp, he winced while his hips continued their pace.

Panting heavily, his drool dripped down to your chest, your eyes closed and face no longer pinched. Gritting his teeth, he bowed his head forward, hips jerking roughly. After his intense orgasm before, he couldn’t deny that the overstimulation was beginning to hurt him as well. Grabbing your legs, he pressed them to his chest. Anchoring his heels in the soft bed, he pressed you tighter up against yourself.

Now that you were unconscious, it was easier to fold your body how he wanted to. Gritting his teeth, he felt himself reach deeper inside of you. “Ahh! Fuck!” Eyes closing, his face tensed as his body slowly began to as well. Panting desperately for air, he felt himself shudder as he finished once more, filling you with more hot cum.

Hands fell from your legs to either side of your head, sweat and drool dripping from him down to you as you remained blissfully unaware of how his cock throbbed and pulsed inside your hot cunt. His body quaked with aftershocks and pumped a bit more cum deep inside you.

Fisting his hands into the pillow on either side of your face, he groaned. His energy was spent, having already been exhausted from his training out in the forest surrounding the village. He wanted to keep going, not quite satisfied with his work, but having to admit he was as spent as you were.

With his last coherent train of thought, he moved your legs and slid out from between them. Collapsing next to you, he pulled you so your back was flush against his chest. Using his legs, he dragged the blankets up closer, tossing off the top comforter, and draping the two of you in the soft thin sheet.

Catching his breath, he littered your shoulders with kisses and bites, not caring if they would be visible above your kimono in the morning. Everyone in the village knew you belonged to him and him alone, so it wouldn’t matter if you were marked up. Sighing tiredly, his hands drifted over your body, scratching you with his nails before cupping your breasts.

Feeling sleep overtake him, he squeezed you before allowing himself to pass out.

All too soon, however, his eyes were cracking open once more, groaning as the sun shone through the window. You were still sleeping soundly next to him, face buried in the pillows and back rising with each deep breath.

Stretching tall, Hotaru felt his joints pop and crack. He didn’t like to stay too long after sunrise, preferring to train when the morning was still cool. Sitting up, he winced at the dull ache in his hips. He rolled his shoulders, swinging his thick legs over the side of the bed, moving to get up before your smaller hand grabbed his wrist.

Humming in thought, he turned, looking for your eyes under your mess of hair as it was splayed out on the pillow. “‘Taru…” Your grip was weak considering you were barely awake, and it would have been child’s play to break away from you. However, your enormous husband smiled softly, turning and crawling back into bed to cuddle you into his strong arms.

You hummed happily, eyes closing once more as you settled in his grip. His voice was husky as he whispered in your ear, delighting in how you shuddered, “Good morning. How are you feeling?” You laughed softly, the sound barely passing your lips.

“Sore. Wonder why that is? Don’t think I’ll-” Yawning widely, you rolled your shoulders, “Don’t think I’ll be able to walk very well this morning.” You blinked blearily at him, a soft smile on your tired face.

He couldn’t help but lick his lips, grinning smugly. “You’re lucky I let you leave the house at all.” His hand drifted down, grabbing your ass roughly, smirking as you moaned and hid your face in his chest. “You’re mine. Nobody should ever get to see you again. The only forge you have any business being in is mine.”

You laughed softly, kissing his chest where you could reach him, “You’re not even in your own forge nowadays, Hotaru. I get lonely without having you.” He scoffed at your words, grumbling under his breath.

You squealed as he squeezed you tight. “Don’t care. Don’t let me see you getting too friendly with anyone else while I’m gone, understand me?” His gaze was on you now, pulling you back from his chest.

You sighed lovingly as you took in his face with the morning sunlight. “You’re so handsome, I love you.” He crinkled his nose, watching as his words went in one side and out the other. Sighing at your helpless nature, he pulled you into his lap before sitting up.

“We can make it to the hot springs and back before it's time to make a proper breakfast.” You whined in his grip as he stood up, placing you in a nearby chair as he found some clothes for the both of you. Tying you up in a loose kimono, he grabbed another larger one for himself, tying it closed and moving to lift you up once more.

You giggled happily in his arms, still veiled in a thin shroud of sleep. “You wore me out last night… I’m not sure I remember half of it.” Hotaru grunted, grabbing his mask before walking to the entryway and grabbing yours as well.

Slipping on his sandals, he hefted you up higher in his arms, “You passed out.” You were speechless for a moment, staring at him from under your sunny mask, before laughing quietly to yourself.

“You’re horrible! Tecchin was right, you’re a handful!” Hotaru snorted under his mask, holding you closer to his chest. You listened to his heartbeat as well as his deep voice as he spoke up once more.

“Please, you’re just as much of a handful. We’re a perfect match for each other, no one else could handle us.” You laughed again, waking up as the sun filtered through the trees as he carried you to the hot springs.

Leaning up, you tapped his cheek with your mask then his ear over his bandana in a makeshift kiss. “You’re right… I’d be a mess without you, you know.” Resting your cheek on his chest once more, the two of you basked in the morning sunlight together.

Wiggling your nose, you looked away as you got closer to the hot springs. “Gross.” You felt your husband’s shoulders shake slightly, silent laughter at your childish tone. “Oh well, at least I get to soak with you!”

You nuzzled his neck, rubbing his chest as he crested the steps to show a large pool of steaming water. You wiggled in his grasp, hearing his laugh softly as he put you down before scrambling to pick you back up as your legs gave out. You slapped his chest as his arms wound around your waist, pulling you snug and tight against him once more.

“You did this! This is your fault!” You slipped your mask up to rest atop your head, smiling fondly at your beloved. Once yours was secured, you moved to tug his off along with his bandana.

Hotaru pouted at you before smiling softly and kissing you gently. Sitting you on the edge of the spring, he easily stripped you of your kimono before stripping himself down as well. Wading into the spring, he bundled you back into his arms and sat the two of you against the inner wall.

Sighing contentedly, you apologetically pet the red scratches on his chest. “Sorry…” You smiled up at him softly before kissing them, noticing how some had dried blood on them. “I should trim my nails down a little, I think…”

He grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles before relaxing back, stretching his legs out. “Don’t worry about it, I was the one who pushed you last night.” You smiled, relaxing against him, mischievous eyes looking up at him.

“And yet you’re not apologizing.” Your husband scoffed, not bothering to look down at you, opting to squeeze you tightly instead before loosening his grip just as quick.

“Because I’m not sorry. You’re my wife, I’ll take you however I please whenever I want.” You balked at his steady words, his tone final.

“Hotaru Haganezuka! You’re bad!” You bit his chest before blowing a loud raspberry against him. He laughed loudly, moving so that he could kiss your forehead. You slapped him lightly, shaking your head but basking in his laughter. “What on earth am I going to do with you?”

He hummed, relaxing back against the spring’s wall again. “Stay with me. Forever.” His suddenly sincere tone had your chest welling up in affection and adoration. Sighing softly, you rested back against him, smiling.

“Of course. Always.” Hotaru pet your hair, relaxing in the early morning rays in the deserted hot spring with you in his arms. Thoughts of work began creeping into his head, but he pushed them off, wanting to spend just a little more time with you in sweet intimacy.

#haganezuka x reader #hotaru haganezuka x reader #hotaru x reader #hotaru haganezuka #kny #demon slayer

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wangxianficfinder · 3 months ago

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Fic Finder

Oct 6th

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1. Hello. I’m hoping you can help me find a fic. In it Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are poisoned at Jinlintai and fake their deaths. Their bodies are brought back to the ancestral hall at cloud recesses and they escape and live away from the cultivation world for many years. Theres two parts and in the second part the sect leaders come to their mountain thinking immortals live there and asking for help dealing with problems they can’t solve. (Ie The Lan sect is dealing with resentful ghost). Thanks!! @vegdawn

FOUND? To live with no regrets Series by Lyna_Mei (E, 96k, WIP, WangXian, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence, Angst, Self-Esteem Issues, Golden Core Reveal, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Developing Relationship, non-consensual marriage, CQL-Verse, Case Fic, Canon-Typical Violence, Established Relationship, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Cultivation Sect Politics, Cultivation World Critical, Not JGY Friendly, Family Feels, Found Family, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian)

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2. hi this is for the fic finder! i’m looking for a fic i read which i’m pretty sure is completed. it should be wangxian, modern au, and i think wwx was living alone (maybe estranged from the jiangs?) and i think mo xuanyu and xue yang were kid brothers who lived in his building that came to hang out with him sometimes? and he was sorta like a big brother to them? this wasn’t a major plot point but it was definitely there. and a-yuan may or may not have been there, either living with wwx or the wens in the same building. does anyone know what this is?

FOUND? Visitations by Vir_Abelasan (M, 18k, WIP, WangXian, past XiYao, Modern AU, Corporate Espionage, Post-Divorce, Reconciliation, Father-Son Relationship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Custody Arrangements, Not a revenge fic, Past Abuse)

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3. Looking for a highly specific fic where WWX is forced to wear scantily clad armour that only covers his nipples and man-bits as a punishment by Madam Yu. Wangxian encounter each other in a night-hunt sort of thing, but its not set in the jianghu but an AU where its more fantasy magic with warlocks, that sort of thing? There is a specific scene where WWX has to go change the armor and it hurts alot and makes LWJ very sad and angry at madam yu?? GOSH HELP its been stuck in my head foreverr thank u

FOUND? 🔒 His Knight in Shining Armour by celerydragon (E, 23k, WangXian, dead dove do not eat, Curses, Sexual Abuse, Child Abuse, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Slut Shaming, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, yu furen sucks, protective lwj, Hurt/Comfort, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, mild dirty talk, Biting, Outdoor Sex)

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4. Hello, I am looking for an AO3 Fix it Fic where all the sects bring gifts to the Burial Mounds to compete showing who is the most generous. @hopefulbeardface-blog

FOUND? The Untamed: A Dinner to Remember by YenGirl (Not Rated, 33k, WangXian, XuanLi, post sunshot, Indulgent Fic, Feed WY & the Wen survivors, Some angst, Some humour, Dinner is about family and love, Some Fluff, Soft Boys, Manly Tears, JGS is still greedy, Possible OOC-ness, No hundred holes curse, Unreliable Narrator, accidental heroes, Some violence and gore in Chap 9, Redeemed JGY, Redeemed SS)

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5. HI!!!this is for a fic finder, it had madam yu as a super toxic parent idrm bt maybe she was also abusive, she sends wwx to this school owned by the lans and i think theres 2 divisions, 1 for the smart kids and one for the delinquents

the school is super weird and strict , lqr is especially mean to wwx and all the staff is aswell and they do horrible things to him and in the end i think lxc exposes his uncles school?? wwx and lzh get tg to.

Thankyou!! @jnxi839

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6. Hi! For FicFinder

The fic I'm looking for is canon divergence, I believe. I can't remember if it had time travel or not, but Wei Ying left the Jangs before the war. I think there was focus on his inventions. The only clear details I can remember are the Jins giving him multiple chests full of gold, and them sending him someone to his rooms in the night. The person gets caught in an array at the door. Also, there were two Lans assigned to help Wei Ying. Thanks in advance! @rens-shadow

FOUND? Just go forward like you mean it by tawaen (M, 101k, WangXian, WWX & WN &WQ, WWX & JYL, NHS & WWX, Canon Divergence, WWx does not attend the Wen indoctrination, WWX saves Lotus Pier, Inventor WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Sect Leader JYL, JC Has No Golden Core, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Not JC Friendly, but he gets a happier ending than canon so don’t look here for bashing)

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7. Fic finder please!🙏

A wlw wangxian where LWJ was self conscious about her body bc LQR wasn’t really helpful when she was going through puberty and bought her too small bras and stuff and then she meets wwx, much later on who encourages her to wear what she likes and love her body. There’s a scene with them on the couch cuddling and idk how it ends bc ao3 went down and I lost my tab!! 😭😭😭

FOUND? your lips, my lips, apocalypse by lily_winterwood (E, 12k, WangXian, Modern, Fashion & Models, College/University, Lingerie, Burlesque, Rule 63, partial genderswap, Not Everyone is Cisswapped, Nonbinary Character, Trans Male Character, Female LWJ, Female WWX, Trans LXC, References to conservative Chinese family values, Mild Transphobia, Body Dysphoria, Self-Esteem Issues, Brief reference to eating disorders, Sexism, Pining, Filial Piety, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, Gender Changes)

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8. fic finder help! there is a modern fic where lan zhan and Wei ying are best friends and the fic starts off with Wei ying asking lan zhan to call off work to play hooky for the day. eventually we find out Wei ying quit his job (he's working with the jiangs). it was part of a series I think. @the-marathon-continues-nip

FOUND! in good time by magicianprince (T, 11k, WangXian, Slice of Life, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Pre-Relationship, Modern AU, modern with cultivation (pretty background tho), lwj has a cat, and some unresolved feelings! oh boy, "in good time" by magicianprince [Podfic] by The_Grynne)

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9. Looking for a fic where lan xichen and possibly lan qiren? go into a meeting with the elders, who have been giving Wei wuxian a hard time, and they hand out lists of rules that the elders have each individually have broken @lonelyreverances-corner

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10. hi i have a request: i want to find fanfic which included older lan wangji (i think he was older by 7 years) who meets wei wuxian in yiling and it is their first meeting. he and lan xichen are twins and it is mostly focused on lwj visiting burial mounds and wy and lz have a sex not long after they meet first time. i think it counted from 20 to 30 (or 35) chapters and it also had 18+ fanarts

FOUND? Awaiting Your Return by Karmiya (E, 126k, WangXian, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, the opposite of slow burn, Found Family, Canon Divergence, Age Difference, discussions of wwx's canonical abusive childhood)

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11. Hi! I'm looking for a fic (I think it may be a series of fics) where Wei Wuxian was accused of spying on Lan Corp. I think this is one where Lan Wangji believes in him the entire time and leaves his family over the accusations. I don't remember if he served any time or not, but the truth comes out that he was innocent (thanks in part to NHS). WWX and LWJ live with Wens, started a company with them, and live in the same building with them.

FOUND?🔒 moonlight falls Series by RoseThorne (T, 19k, WangXian, Modern, Found Family, Corporate Espionage, Bunnies, Adoption, Family, Family Feels, Family Fluff, References to Depression, Anxiety, Blind Character, POV Third Person, POV WWX, Confrontations, Bad Parent LQR, Dissociation, Mental Health Issues, Anniversary, Food, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Emotional Constipation, Communication Failure, JC is Bad at Feelings, JC is Trying, WWX Needs a Hug, Implied/Referenced Sex, Food Sex, Friendship, Reconciliation, Psychological Trauma)

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12. hi! i am looking for a fic that is a juniors time-travel fix it. i know they go back in time to right before jin zixuan gets killed and save him, the juniors reveal that wangxian are married in the future, and then also there is a scene where jin zixuan and jiang yanli tell older jin ling that he is their son, too, even though baby jin ling is there. thank you so much! @whenstarsignite

FOUND! ❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

NOT FOUND! Time, Time, Time by skeletonofaplant (G, 44k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, LSZ & WWX, JYL & JL & JZX, LJY & LSZ, Time Travel Fix-It, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Angst, Fluff, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Time Travelling Junior Ensemble, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Humor)

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13. Hi! I'm looking for two fics. I think I initially saw B on this page, but I can't find it anywhere

A) A meteor crashed near college student WWX’s house, where he finds a shape-shifting bunny/toddler alien A-Yuan. LWJ is also a different kind of alien.

B) I think it takes place in a camp after defeating the Wen. JGY spikes the Lan's tea with alcohol. LWJ and WWX spend the night together, but by morning the Jiang siblings think it was noncon. Eventually JGY confesses that it was JGS's idea to serve alcohol.

13A)

FOUND! Lost and Found by diamondbruise (E, 52k, WangXian, Modern AU, Aliens, Slow Burn, Alien LWJ, Crack Treated Seriously, Soulmates, Kid Fic…..kind of, i use that tag very loosely, Masturbation, Rough Sex, canon typical cnc elements, Happy Ending)

13B)

FOUND! The Teapot Plot by ToxicAngel13 (M, 52k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, Misunderstandings, Plots, protective Jiang siblings, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Idiots in Love, Damn Jins, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Pre-Burial Mounds, Potential for M-Preg, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Idiots Everywhere, LWJ ’s Biting Kink, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Protective LWJ, Protective WQ, JGS is his own warning, Protective JYL)

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14. hiya! for the fic finder, i'm struggling to find a fic i read a few months ago - not sure if it's been deleted or not. i am fairly certain it was an a/b/o au where wwx was carrying lwj's kid by the time he ended up in the burial mounds and basically he kept control of the spirits by asking the female ghosts to help him protect him unborn baby. wen qing also refused to take his golden core because of the baby and jiang cheng ended up with wen ning's core instead going into the sunshot campaign. the wen siblings and the wen remnants live in this au and help wwx raise his daughter after she's born. somewhere along the way wwx tells his siblings and lwj about his daughter too.

second fic i've been looking for, but not as much of a priority to me as the first one, all i remember about this one was lwj found out about wwx giving up his core almost immediately after it happened and wwx lets lwj help him sooner. one scene i remember was wwx and jiang cheng were arguing and jiang cheng uses zidian on wwx and mortally wounds him and stops wwx heart (i think?)

thank you for your help in advance! <3

14A)

FOUND! 🧡 Don’t Wanna Fall by nekojita (M, 111k, WangXian, Mpreg, A/B/O, Fix-it, Lots of pining, Angst with a happy ending, Canon Divergence, Child thief WN)

14B)

FOUND! these colours fade for you only by doodlebutt (T, 36k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Everybody Lives, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, …eventually, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Sunshot Campaign)

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15. Hi! This is for fic finder. There are 2 fic that i want to read

A) It short fic. JYL and WWX likes to play the "xianxian is 3 years old". I dont remember how but NMJ knows and ask to join with NHS. JYL give them permission, thinking it was like a play between her and WWX. Then they (JYL and WWX) found out it was different. Between JYL and WWX is like a play pretend but between NMJ and NHS is different in a way that NHS transform into a 3 years old child

B) The story is between yunmeng trio and nie sibs. JGY wants to make the nies and jiangs enemy. He then found out that NHS didnt have a single blood of nie. In the discussion conference, he invite nhs blood aunt that thinking nhs deserve better than become the second young master of the nie and revealed that nhs is jfm child not the former nie's sect leader. I only remember that

Thanks

15A)

FOUND? Little by nirejseki (T, 3k, NHS & JC & WWX & NMJ, Age Regression/De-Aging, Non-Sexual Age Play, Misunderstandings)

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16. I'm hoping you guys can help me find a fic I vaguely remember. It was fox!wwx and I think he was in an arranged marriage to lwj, but before he left he cut off a tail and left it as a present for JC to find (I think) when he got back to Lotus Pier.

I think I've read #16, was the Jiangs doing a silk/cloth dyeing business and JYL was super sick, and Wei ying was conscripted to be part of the search for a mate for prince ? I'll try to find it if it is

FOUND! #16 reminds me of the deleted "Bleeding Bones, Aching Hearts " by scarletmoontears. Do you remember if Wei Ying was a war general of Yunmeng Jiang and was sent as a warprize to the Lans?

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17. Hi!! I'm looking for a fic. This is a Modern AU where WWX fakes his death (I think because of Madam Yu) and LWJ sends him voice and text messages during his grieving process. Everything changes when WWX accidentally answers one of those messages and LWJ finds out he's not dead. I don't recall more. Thank you so much for your help!! @fantasiacoral-blog

FOUND? Love Don’t Belong To Me by airinshaw (E, 28k, WangXian, Modern, Getting Together, Kissing, Intercrural Sex, Light Angst, Happy Ending, PTSD, Panic Attack, WWX’s canonical self-esteem issues, Canonical Child Abuse, not as dark as the tags imply, Past Relationships mention)

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18. Hello! This if for a fic finder

A) mo xuanyu is a ghost that stays with wwx i think he and wwx can both be concious in the body? Idrm much but it was wwx/mxy/lwj

B) this was a modern au lan jingyi came out to his parents or something like that and they gor abusive , jiangcheng ends up adopting jingyi or smth like that they tale him to a doctor too I remember jiangcheng and lan xichen were dating

18A)

FOUND? Serrated by InkSplatterM and MrMissMrsRandom (E, 194k, WangXianYu, Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Gore, Past Abuse, Canon Divergence, MXY Lives, spirit possession, 2/3 men are virgin idiots, WWX is an emotional dunce, MXY is gay and tired, LWJ finds his heart is very large, Discussions of Suicide, Suicide Attempt, victim self-blame, Panic Attacks, mentions of past sexual abuse, PTSD, Past Rape/Non-con, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Outdoor Sex, Exhibitionism, light cum play, Praise Kink, gentle dirty talk, D/s elements, Under-negotiated Kink, Dom MXY, Sub LWJ)

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19. Hello! I'm looking for a modern au fic wherein i think lwj and wwx are roommates. wwx is writing a paper on the effect of spanking on children and asks lwj to spank him to experience it firsthand. i think there's a couple of instances where wwx forgets to clear out the sink and stuff and gets spanked for it and then gets aftercare??? i think there's some dialogue that goes like "my hand. no french. over the couch" idk?? I cannot seem to find it

FOUND! "The Efficacy of Spanking on Behavioural Change" by redscudery (E, 15k, WangXian, SL/WWX, Platonic BDSM, Oblivious WWX, Spanking, we all know this is not platonic, With One Exception, Bisexual Disaster WWX, Light Dom/sub, not a single brain cell was consulted, Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Getting Together, First Time, Lube Shenanigans, mild alcohol and marijuana use, Non-graphic vomiting, big bisexual awakenings r us, Love Confessions, Modern, Canada)

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20. Hi I would like to ask if you know the title of the story in ao3 that I read back then. It’s like burial mound setting, they made a village inside the Burial Mounds but it’s hidden in the rock and no one can enter but then they invited Lan Xichen in their home. Thank you have a nice day ahead!

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#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian fic search #the untamed #wangxianficfinder #long post

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chrrywvea · 4 months ago

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poolverine + sensory overload while grocery shopping anyone? taken from personal experience and the mountain of poolverine fics i've consumed already

disclaimer: if any of the aspects i've written for logan being autistic (it isn't mentioned but this was my intention here) are offensive or falsely written tell me immediately! i am undiagnosed but after quite a lot of my friends (both on the spectrum and not) telling me multiple times to get checked and TONS of research i'm pretty sure i'm on the spectrum as well. soooo this is basically what i've gathered from research, other fics and my own experiences with stuff like this. thanks! also minimal use of slightly stronger language (the f word, hurray :-D)

this is so bad i'm sorry

They were in the sweets aisle, trying to pick out various snacks for their movie night later on. It was bustling all around them, the small supermarket full with families and screaming kids and chatty old ladies and noise, so much fucking noise-

Logan flinched when something touched his cheek, belatedly realizing that Wade stood in front of him, their half-filled cart discarded by their side and one of his hands raised to his face.

"Sorry sweetums," Wade smiled sheepishly, "Didn't wanna scare you. You looked a little out of it. Breathing a little heavy and all"

Logan harrumphed, looking at the floor between them. Wade was wearing his bright neon pink converse again, the laces red on one side and yellow on the other, which was admittedly... cute. He remembered how proud Wade had been as he stumbled out of the bedroom with poorly conceiled excitement, shoving his shoes in his face because look peanut, our suits-

Once again he was forced out of his head and back into the disgustingly loud supermarket as Wade took his hand, gently stroking over his knuckles.

Logan managed to rip his gaze back to Wade's face, finding such genuine understanding in those lovely eyes that he felt even more queasy than he already did. Damn you, Wilson.

His head spun from the onslaught of everything, noise and lights and embarrassment forcing a very unwelcome wetness to gather in his eyes. The hand Wade was holding shook lightly. His whole body trembled. Fuck, he wanted to say something, wanted to assure his boyfriend that he was okay, but his throat worked, his mouth opened, yet nothing came out.

"Hey" Wade's voice was so soft. He didn't flinch this time as his hand came to rest on his cheek, the touch featherlight and warm.

An embarrassingly high whimper left him as some shrieking children passed by and his eyes screwed shut, trusting Wade to handle the rest.

And suddenly...

Wait.

Madonna quietly played in his ears?

Confused, he cracked his eyes open and saw Wade watching him, holding his phone up for him to see.

"Don't worry your pretty head Wolvie, you've got noise cancelling headphones on. Courtesy of moi, if you please, buuut you gotta suffer through my shower playlist for the time being. It's the only one I have downloaded."

An opened note read. Wade mouthed a "sorry" at him, but the sheepish grin told him he wasn't. At all. Though Logan knew him well enough, so very well, that if he even mentioned that it was too much Wade would immediately switch it all off.

Logan had to admit, the music dialed the incessant chattering and shouting around him pretty much down to zero.

The wonders of technology, he supposed.

Wade held his hand and waited patiently as Logan just breathed for a bit, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. One jerky motion to the phone and the mercenary handed it over, watching as Logan typed with unsteady hands.

"Can we leave please? S too much"

The note was so timid, so careful in fear of rejection that Wade felt his poor heart squeeze in his chest - gosh dang it if only people knew how gentle and loving the man in front of him was.

"Sure hun we were pretty much finished anyway. You good if we go check out real quick? Al's gonna cook us instead if we don't bring something back home, and while you taste pretty good I can't promise that for myself ;-D... we can use the self check out, it's quicker"

Logan surprised both of them with the huff of amusement that left him as he nodded.

The focus he needed to use to read Wade's rambling in note form kept him safe from getting lost in his head again. His boyfriend’s ability to talk forever beyond might be pretty annoying at times, but Logan had long since found it to be comforting.

Wade carefully guided both of them through the maze of food aisles and too many people, keeping their hands intertwined while he pushed their cart until they found a free self checkout.

Logan zoned out a bit to the mindless music that played over the headphones as Wade went through their groceries, bagging them quickly. He payed before turning around to face him, motioning to the exit with his head.

They stopped just outside the store in a small secluded corner and Wade put the bags down at their feet, stepping closer and smiling again.

Logan smiled back, hoping it could convey the relief and love he felt without having to use words. He leaned closer, a little shyly, and with a quick look around he pressed a kiss to Wade's lips, reveling in the vibrations of a slight whine he could feel from his boyfriend. They parted and Logan took a deep breath in, pushing the air out of his lungs a lot more calmly than he had done mere minutes ago.

The headphones came off next and Logan sighed, shaking off the last bit of the sensory overload he'd just experienced as he scrubbed over his eyes. It was far more quiet outside, and his head felt a little fuzzy at most instead of the stinging buzz from before.

Cars honked in the distance, a light breeze drifted past him and the man he loved stood right in front of him, Logan's supernatural hearing picking up the steady thud of his heartbeat almost immediately.

"Love you bub."

Thank you.

"I love you too peanut! So much. More than Puppins too, but don't tell her that. She's already peed in my shoes once and I can tell you, that golden shower was not pleasant."

Logan snorted and both of them giggled, sharing another soft kiss before they hoisted the grocery bags back up.

The way home was filled with banter, clumsy kisses and bumping shoulders. Maybe one or two spilled milk cartoons as well, but that was a secret between them.

(Oh hello! Wade here! Deadpool, merc with a mouth, your personal wet dream, whatever pleases you perverted little readers - if you even attempt to tell Al about that last bit I'll torture this one with a little more writer's block! /Oh thanks Wade, so nice of you/ Shush you, this is my side note! So many ideas yet so little words... you decide pookies. Bye for now! I've got 400 pounds of sleepy kitty in my bed who likes me as his personal pillow. See ya!)

#wade & logan communicating through the notes app so logan doesn't have to talk my beloved <3 #deadpool and wolverine #deadpool #wade wilson #wolverine #logan howlett #logan james howlett #poolverine #deadpool x wolverine #wade x logan #c writes #i'll use that for my fics or hcs #:-D #autistic!logan #supportive bf!wade #because of course #they love each other so much #hurt/comfort

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tarasmithshifts · 8 months ago

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𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐑 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐑. Almost 20 years! But time for me as a vampire is diffrent (i will explain that later lmao) 𝐀𝐆𝐄: as a vampire literally from 0-20 lmao 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: still single butttt we are close to something lmao

「 ✦ 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 ✦ 」

hello? how are we feeling? I AM SO BACK? i'm super happy tell what happened, but everything will go super fast until cullens and I will move to forks

sooo let's get starteeeeeeeed

「 ✦ before forks ✦ 」

𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 - 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓼

1989 - i become a vampire

89-97 i learn how to live as one of the cullens

97-03 me and cullens live in mountains

2003 - we move to forks

1 9 8 9 - 2 0 0 3

so there is not much to write about, it was basically me learning and living in the mountains with the cullens. That’s when i decided to stay with the cullens as part of a family 🫶 we got to know each other etc. 😋

F O R K S

in 2003 we (finally) moved to forks! AND BEFORE WE MOVE ON:

I TOTALLY RECOMMEND SHIFTING TO TWILIGHT. THE VIBE IS E V E R Y T H I N G AND I WILL NOT DESCRIBE EVERYTHING HERE BC I JUST WANT YOU TO SHIFT THERE AND SEE YOURSELF LMAOOO

the cullens are sooooooooooo sweet and nice i'm literally DYING to see them again when i shift back there!

alice is the sweetest & nicest person on earth. i love her <3

when we moved in, of course me and edward, alice, jasper ,emmet and rosalie needs to go to school, and that's when it all starts!

— ୨୧₊˚ school

it's actually pretty good there - i kept myself with the cullens, we spent whooooole days with each other and it's honestly pretty funny watching everybody from this perspective. (bella moved to forks in 2005, and i will probably skip a lot of things that are not important lmaooo). in school i "met" some of bella's future friends, and i meaaaaaaaaaan they were not giving any good vibe y'know? I JUST DON'T LIKE THEM OKAYYY

alice and edward are literally the best people on earth. THEY HELPED ME SOOO MUCH. gosh. and carlisle and esme???? the cutest oh my goooood.

actually school is pretty fun. i love going to schools in my drs (like hogwarts etc.) it's pretty fun experience!

— ୨୧₊˚ before 2005

pretty much nothing happened before 2005

HAHAHAHAHAHA SIKEEEE

ladies and gentleman, please welcome raphael pelli. bro is MAJESTIC.

basically his father is from Italy and his mother is from US, they decided to stay in USA, they lived in New York, but decided to move to forks where his mom was growing up. AND THAT'S HOW WE MET Y'ALLLLLLLLL.

and when i tell you he just freaking appeared there. literally from nowhere (i did not script how we will met, just a little bit from his backstory, just wanted to play with it and see what will happen!!!)

so one day in 2004, around may i just walked to school, as usual with edward (we were literally spending much more time with each other by then, yk, because alice was with jasper, emmet was with rosalie, we didn't want to interrupt lmao) and we saw some boys gathering around someone, when we walked pass them, i saw freaking raphael pelli. like for a milisecond. BUT WHEN I TELLL YOUUUUUU

timothee was the greatest choice for face claim i ever made LMAO

that was the first time i saw him, later i did not see him much, sometimes our eyes crossed during lunch, but that's all. BUT

yup, there is a BUT

BUT

during one of history classes he rushed in late, apologised and after few seconds of thinking he sat next to me. DUDE

and also i forgot to tell you about on thing. ABOUT SMELL. you know, it's known that vampires smell blood and shit, but i decided to do something a little bit diffrent - scripted that i do not smell just "blood" in general. for example = bella smelled like vanilla mixed with a little bit of honey. you know what i mean? i think it's better than just "a smell of blood". so,

i scripted that raphael smelled like fresh flowers on a glade. and i just sat there, in history class, thinking about that goddamn flowers. AND AFTER THE LESSON ENDED HE TURNED TO ME.

i was like "oh shit" and he went "i'm raphael" and i was still like "oh shit" so i just said "tara." BUT WHEN I TELL YOU that when i shifted i started using vivienne instead of tara. idk why, but it is soooo pretty. so i just added "but i prefer vivienne" AND GOSH

he just asked some questions like "you are living with the cullens?" (yes) "so you are also cullen?" (yes indeed) "people are talking" (people are always talking) "would you like to do the history presentation with me?" (the history teacher always gave us presentations to do in pairs, but i have always done them alone) (i always do them alone) "oh sorry" and i was like shiiiiiiiiiiiiit i fucked up, so i tried in other way (people will think you are a freak) "'why?" (no one talks to the freaky cullens. we are weird) "oh." and we just stared at each other in silence it was sooooo awkward for a second, but THEN HE SAID "i don't think you are a freak"

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH SHFKWEHFIUHWRUFIRIUGHUG

BRO. DO NOT TALK TO ME RN. IT'S THE FIRST THING I WROTE HERE WHEN I WOKE UP FROM THIS SHIFT. IM THINKING ABOUT THIS 24/7 how should i move on.

so we talked on our way out to the parking lot (as it was the last class of that day) you know, just some silly stuff, i asked him where is he from, why his famly moved here, how he finds himself here, he asked about my life before the cullens and I moved to forks, so obv i lied that we lived in canada, but we decided to move here as carlisle received a job offer. when we were outside and i saw edward waiting for me i just said bye and left it was soooooo awkward he just said "see ya" and went to his car IM SOOO MAD AT MYSELF THAT I DID NOT TALK TO HIM MORE THEN GOSH I WASTED THE POTENCIAL

so when i got back to car and edward was just standing there and was like "what was that" and i went "what?" and he went "y'know what" and i was like "oh that. he started talking to me in class, so i didn't want to be mean and continued" and he went "sure" BRO. EDWARD. STOP IT.

i can confirm that edward was first shipper here LMAOOOO

spoiler: i did the presentation with raphael. and we actually became friends? i mean we talked a lot during our classes, sometimes after, it was greattttttt AND HE SAID HE LIKES ME? and i was like bro HOOOOOLD UP. hold onnnnnnn. he sometimes even WAITED FOR ME after some classes to go with me to the parking lot etc. GOSH

in the next school year i decided to talk to him moreeee i mean i waited for that moment for so long LIKE LET US BE TOGETHER ALREADY GOD LMAO

once i sat with him and him only during lunch break, of course after that i think rosalie told carlisle about this and carlisle maybe he wasn't mad, no, he was just overprotective and was telling me "you know it will not work like that" "be careful you are still very young" and iiiiiiiiiiiii knooooooooooooow.

but i didn't stop talking to raphael hell no LMAO

— ୨୧₊˚ 2005

in january bella moves to forks, and one day when i'm waiting for edward on a parking lot after lessons and he comes back, i caan see something in him yk??? like something changed??? so i asked him "what happened?" he didn't respond and just opened the car door. "you know i can go inside your mind without you knowing right?" i laughed, AND HE LOOKED AT ME LIKE I WAS CRAZY OR SOMETHING LMAO

so he just told me about bella, and that she is diffrent than others.

after that in the evening i decided to shift back <3

it was super fun i will probably do some other posts about the cullens, AN ABOUT SOME MORE SITUATIONS ABOUT RAPHAEL!!!!!!! AND ABOUT THE MURDER BEFORE BELLA MOVED TO FORKS!!!!!!!!!! i wanted to give you this as fast as possible so so that's why there is not much in here! but bare with me lmao!!!!

#reality shifting

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absolutebl · 9 months ago

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This Week in BL - Japan is Winning on Kisses & Other Alternate Realities

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

March 2024 Wk 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Two Worlds (Thurs IQIYI) ep 3 of 10 - It would be great if we got the alternative romance with dead Kram from Tai’s perspective (JBL style.) Still I like this show. It’s a little bit like I Feel You Linger in the Air only with a love triangle. And while I'm not a fan of triangles as a general rule, I don’t mind it here because the set up is clever. Wayu and ao are fun sides too. It sure is moving very quickly, which I like. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on. But that’s normal for me with this kind of Thai drama.

Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 4 of 8 - They are extremely sappy boyfriends. I love that mom has a secret gf. Could we please have more of them? The love triangle sides are ridiculous, but I do like that it’s all out in the open. I also like they are actually addressing the complicated parental dynamics of owning a sex club. Honestly, I think Khem should have to be a host too. Learn him the right way, girl!

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 9 of 12 - It’s good, I like the fallout and them actually having to deal with crazy fans and past relationships. They’re so good at communicating it’s kind of a pleasure to watch them suffer through external pressures, because I have faith that they can make it through.

To Be Continued (Thai C3 Thailand grey) ep 6 of 8 - They are such cute puppy dads and so clearly meant to be together, the fact that they aren’t is just frustrating. The fight thing was stupid. And not a whole lot happened... plus singing. I’m getting fatigued with this one.

1000 Years Old ep 7 of 12 - Did I miss something happening, or did nothing happen?

Kiseki Chapter 2 (Sun iQIYI) ep 2 of 6 - It’s so boring, there’s so much guitar playing, and it got weirdly voyeuristic (in a very much not sexy way). I’m totally out. DNF

Close Friend Season 3: Soju Bomb! (Weds iQIYI) ep 3 of 6 - I can’t tell if this is trying to be a BL Romancing the Stone, or a BL Hangover, or both. The problem with situational comedy is it must be both situational and comedic, not just option one. The problem with calling something BL, is that it must be BL. This show got 1 of 3 claims correct. 33% is not a passing grade. DNF

Honestly, it's the HANDS with these two. They do beautiful beautiful things with their hands. If you're one of those hands-obsessed BLabies you should be watching LIBTSTA!

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues Youku YouTube & Viki) ep 6 of 11 - So the worst finally happened. The mountain of pain has fallen down upon us. And now, hopefully in the second half things get better for our boys. But what a rough ride. Normally, this is not my style of BL, but everyone is doing such a gorgeous job with it, I can’t fault it… except that it hurts. The red thread symbolism was elegantly done. I’d like to hope we get a reunion in the next one, but knowing this style of series they’re gonna draw it out. There's gonna be a more pain first.

Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - Those fuck me puppy dog eyes were perfectly executed. I would not have been able to resist either. Gosh they are so damn cute. This is a great show.

Jazz for Two (Korea Gaga/grey) eps 1-2 of 8 - This comes from the Shoulder to Cry On team so I'm scared, but this one is all actors* not idols so maybe they'll be braver. Boy howdy does it have a fantastic opening sequence. Also the lead is fucking adorable. Mr Broody McBroodypants is cute too. Korea sure loves “pretty but broken.” On the JBL end of the spectrum, is everyone in love with their siblings? That’s weird. The dining room scene was painful. All in all, it's good, I'm intrigued. Let's see how you go little show.

I stand absolutely corrected the lead is a member of NEWKIDD (in my defense I'd never heard of them until Build Up last month). I did recognize him from To My Star because at the time I thought he was too pretty to be only a side character.

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 10 fin - Again there was overuse of previous footage and maudlin navel-gazing grief over something we knew was going to happen. So I didn’t really feel much emotional connection to the drama. 7 year time gap.? t was a cute reunion but the moral quandary never really got resolved. I don’t know how to rate this, I’m not sure I will ever watch it again, so that is a big mark against it.

There’s nothing objectively wrong with this BL except how upsetting it is because of the foundational pygmalion story - grown man falls in love with an android who is basically both his slave and, by maturity level, a child. Yet that premise is crystal clear from the get go, so we watch it eyes open. The actors are cute, the romance sweet, the physical chemistry on point (of course, it’s Taiwan) and yet I was left ultimately unsettled by the concept, content, and plot. 7/10

My Strawberry Film (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - I'm so ready for this to be over, and for Gaga to have something good on. Soon please?

It's done, ready to binge, but I suck

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps

It's airing but...

Graduation Countdown (Taiwan YouTube) - It's too much to ask me to keep up with 2 minute verticals, I don't have that kind of TikTok endurance training. Waiting to binge.

A Secretly Love (Thai Sat WeTV grey) 10 eps - I watched the first ep but grey is too much work for this inferior of a show. I may pick up and binge if it gets distribution but for now, it gets a DNF from me. KimCop might have held this crap together but Kim without Cop? No thank you.

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing.

Tangential to the genre

There has been the occasional discussion on this topic here in this little corner of tumblr so I thought there might be a few intersted in this podcast: AmericanThaiGuy Ron Weaver on the Complicated Issue of Racism in Thailand (The Bangkok Podcast)

Thailand passed its Marriage Equality bill through the lower house. It's expected to pass the high house and get signed by the King, but that hasn't quite happened yet.

And MaxTul dropped a photo shoot.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting Soon

3/31 Only Boo! (Thai GMMTV YouTube) 12 eps - New main couple for GMMTV in an idol romance about a boy who dances good and a food stand vendor. Other side of the tracks grumpy/sunshine pair who fall deeply in love but, of course, baby boy idol can't date. Boyband but from GMMTV? Control your singing and I'm game.

3/31 The Next Prince (Thai ????) 12 eps - trailer. ZeeNew in a fantasy/historical set in a palace where Zee plays a knight and Nu a prince - YES PLEASE. (Apparently this is just the pilot, not the start of the actual show, see comments.)

4/1 Love is like a Cat (Korea ????) 12 eps - This completed filming Aug 2022(!) which means there have been serious problems with post-production. This is another of Silkwood's Korean+Thai colab projects. Mew Suppasit plays a rookie film star, called the Cat Prince (for his cold arrogance) who goes up against a charismatic puppyish animal daycare director (JM of JUST B). There is a side romance (love triangle?) with a veterinarian. Geonu of JUST B is also in the cast. Dual languages.

Hum, trash-watch-a-licious?

4/3 We Are (Thai GMMTV YouTube iQIYI) 12 eps - University ensemble BL featuring PondPhuwin, WinnySatang, AouBoom, MarcPawinPoon - basically the good kind of messy gay friendship group (so more My Engineer and less Only Friends). Looks a bit like the Kiss series but everyone is queer. I'm IN!

4/11 Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan ????) 10 eps - Kindly Ryota goes off to uni only to find his new roommate is his childhood bestie, Kazuhito. Kazuhito doesn’t have a girlfriend and Ryota tries to help him figure out why, they fall in love along the way. Same director as Old Fashion Cupcake.

4/11 Gray Shelter AKA Gray Currents (Korea ????) 4 eps - SooHyuk is only just surviving and reunites with YoonDae, an old friend. They end up living together. One of the leads is played by Choco of Choco Milk Shake.

4/18 At 25:00, in Alaska AKA 25 Ji, Akasaka de (Japan Gaga - may not be global) 10 eps - Yuki lands his first starring role in a BL drama alongside superstar Asami (previously his senior at uni). Said superstar suggests they form a sham relationship until filming concludes. As they actually begin to fall in love, the spotlight begins to burn.

Seriously? You're killing me with these titles, boys.

4/26 My Stand-In (Thai iQIYI) 12 eps - adaptation of Chinese novel "Professional Body Double" by Shui Qiang Cheng. Stars Up (Lovely Writer) and Poom (Bake Me Please) directed by the same team as KP (not a recommendation IMHO - my biggest criticism of that show was the clashing directing styles). This one looks well complicated, lemme try: Joe is a stuntman for famous actor Tong. Joe falls in love with Ming but Ming sees Joe as nothing more than a Tong-replacement. After learning this horrible truth, Joe dies. Joe then wakes up in the body of another man also named Joe. He manages to rebuild the same life as before—with the same people eventually re-meeting Ming. Ming wants Joe back but Joe doesn't understand why. But Ming seems to know what's going on and wants to give him some kind of explanation.

I'm exhausted just trying to describe the plot.

Knock-Knock Boys (Thai WeTV) - 4 college friends conspire to help their friend lose his virginity. Familiar faces like Seng (yes, Billy's previous partner) and Best, news here.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

NOTE: It looks like one of my personal favorites of last year Unintentional Love Story is getting a spin off!

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Just these two, in my head, rent free. Thanks Japan!

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are too much work.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @rocketturtle4

If ya wanna be tagged each week leave a comment and I will add you to the template. Easy peesy. (With so many tags when does a weekly tumblr post become a newsletter? That is this week's philosophical question...)

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jenchan-writingmultis · 6 months ago

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Ge tian x Fem Bird Keeper? Pleaseplease😭😭🙏🙏 I WANT, IT can be fluff, please

Ge Tian x Fem! Birdkeeper Reader

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Sypnosis: Ge tian/Yan Ping met you before he left the mountain permanently, a human who seemed to show fondness for birds, he found you intriguing since you visited the tree often to let your birds fly around. He never thought of talking with you, till you saw him. A/n: YES YES ANYTHING FOR YANPING MY BABY, Guys did you know when you have Ge tian and check on the “Night” voice line he starts to fall asleep, and IT WAS SO ADORABLE MY HEART. Thank you for requesting! It means a lot, I got to brainrot on our birdman <3 Not my best work but I liked how fluffy it is! Genre: Fluff Pairing: Ge tian/ Yan Ping x Fem! BirdKeeper Reader Credits: The design was made by me in Canva and the art that was used is all from the Official Reverse 1999 art. The line breakers are from Kaomoji dividers! Masterlist WARNING: Heavy spoilers for the "Notes of Shuori" event. Do not read if you don't wanna be spoiled

─────❅───── 𓅪 Meeting you for the first time wasn’t special, he’s used to seeing humans, however, the only difference is that it seems that the birds chirp whenever you’re around, especially Maya birds, they are always on your shoulders while you feed them.

𓅪 He knows that most birds are afraid of humans, so what makes you different? Was it because of the food you’re holding? Even if you didn’t have it, they still flock on you. He has seen you in the village, you were the woman who gave shelter to them, maybe that’s the reason?

𓅪 Ge Tian was deep in thought as he observed you; you wouldn't notice him staring at you from atop a tree, preening his wings.

𓅪 You’d only notice his presence when one of his feathers falls on your face. Grasping the quill-like feather, you’d look up and gasp in awe—a birdman perched in the tree. He was so pretty!

𓅪 Ge Tian would stop preening as you wave enthusiastically at him. With a sigh, he flies down, his talons scraping the dirt as he looms over you. He's pretty tall, and his wings made him bigger than the average man. the birds weren’t alerted by his sudden jump, causing you to not follow your instincts to jump away from him.

𓅪 “Oh my gosh” you squealed, your hand twitching to touch his head, Ge tian, who instinctively lowered his head for you to pet him, it was an unconscious decision! Something he would be surprised that he did. Once you start petting him, he’ll let out a few chirps.

𓅪 Now that he got closer to you, he understood why the birds are attracted to you. You know how to handle a bird, his talons scraping the ground as he chirps louder out of satisfaction because of your hands knowing where to pet him.

𓅪 Conversely, you continued petting him, your thumb rubbing his chin like a cat. He seemed to enjoy it, so you persisted, noticing that while he was half-bird, his skin felt firm, much like a human's.

𓅪 "You," he pulls away, breaking the comforting trance, his eyes narrowing as he covers his face with his wing. "How do you do this? Did you use some kind of arcanist skill on me?" It was a bold accusation, but you just smiled at him. "I didn't. I'm human," you added, unable to tear your eyes away from him.

𓅪 "This is the first time I've seen you though. What's your name? Oh, and are you the bird man who's been flying around the village?" You were asking multiple questions, causing him to shake his head. While he didn't despise those types of humans, he sometimes got overwhelmed with the questions. “I’m Ge tian, and I apologize if my flight has been disrupting your peace. I was simply guarding the village” he said as his bone floats around him. “Would you let me read your bones?”

𓅪 "Bones?” you asked, initially confused but then relaxing as you grasped the situation, birds are often very wary of each other, this is likely the case with Ge tian. “Yeah sure, by reading bones, do you mean like reading my future?” you asked further, he nodded at your question as his arcane skill activated, his bone wand going closer to you making you grab it. Ge Tian’s expression went from relaxed to confusion.

𓅪 "What?" he blurted out, prompting you to glance at him with concern. "What is it? Is something wrong?" you asked, releasing your grip on the bone wand as he unfurled his wings, casually securing it back onto his hip. "No, it's just... peculiar," he replied, his tone tinged with curiosity.

𓅪 Your bones told him that you were someone who was going to be extremely important to Yan Ping. While he wouldn’t mind that, your bones seemed to be closely connected to him more than just mere acquaintances.

𓅪 “What did you see?” you pushed further due to curiosity while going closer to him. As you approached, some of the birds perched on your shoulders fluttered over to his head, happily chirping and beginning to nestle into his hair. Yan Ping didn't seem to mind, which made you chuckle softly.

𓅪 “What is funny?” he asked, causing you to quiet down. 'It's just that the birds seem to really like you. It's uncommon for them to be so friendly to other bird species."

𓅪 Ge tian finally noticing how his hair was messed up, he shook his head, causing the birds to fly going back to your shoulders. “Your pets are very lively” he frowns, lowering his head to fix his hair.

𓅪 "Sorry about that," you chuckle softly. As the wind tousles Ge Tian's hair, he gazes into your eyes, a sense of inexplicable connection washing over him. It feels as though he's known you for years as if you're both old friends and new acquaintances at once. Though he introduced himself with an alias initially, he now finds himself preferring that you use his real name.

𓅪 “While Ge tian is my alias, you can call me Yan ping instead” he muttered, he used his real name to you, and not the one he often had people call him for. He knew changing the shape of his own bones would be painful, and it’s not something he wanted to do, so as his friend would say, he will “Go with the flow”

𓅪 If you truly are someone that he was anticipating, or at least someone he would consider as his “mate” then he won’t push you away.

𓅪 You didn’t push him away either, you were close to him. Often, you’d come visit him up in the mountains despite it being a long hike from down the village to the mountains, at some point he started feeling bad for you, so he decided to fly down instead.

𓅪 The moment you saw a familiar shadow of wings, you looked up to see him perched on the lamppost. “Yan ping!” you chirped, he smiled slightly, it seemed like being around your birds, you started to adapt their mannerism as you jumped to wave at him, he starts to fly down back wrapping his wings around you and pulling you close to a hug. “Good morning,” he says softly.

𓅪 You were surprised but you wrapped your arms around his neck hugging him back, “Good morning!”

𓅪 It took a while for you to break the barrier between you two, although you didn’t anticipate yourself to be a close friend of the bird man, the one that was rumored by many as either a kidnapper, which was debunked sure, but some people still blame him for Jiu Niangzi’s sacrifice. It’s part of human nature, to find an object or person to blame a scenario like that. You were worried at first if Ge Tian would let it affect him, but so far, he’s only been helping you care for the birds, telling you what their chirps meant while also taking them out to fly once in a while.

𓅪 He started to look like a father to your feathered friends, and you as the mother.

𓅪 You started pacing around your house, suddenly realizing that your pets might be starting to see you two as a couple. Ge Tian would always blush faintly when he talked to them, and you'd often find yourself asking what they were saying.

𓅪 "They said we'd make great mates," he answered, ruffling his feathers. You had thought it meant you two would make good parents, so you happily hugged him, petting his head. "Of course we are!"

𓅪 You didn’t think of it that it meant couples!

𓅪 On the other hand, Ge Tian knew you were oblivious to the words he casually threw around. He himself didn't view romantic relationships as easy; he lacked experience in that area, and it never crossed his mind. Yes, he was also aware that the birds started to "ship" you two together because you both cared for them, but he found it more adorable than attributing any deeper meaning to it.

𓅪 He’s not the kind of man to make the first move either he watches closely and observes you, he wants you to get comfortable with him first and be acquainted with him. Rushing things is not his style.

𓅪 He lived for thousands of years; he stayed in his home for years without trying to fly out of his nest so prolonging his pining over you is child’s play.

𓅪 Though he does occasionally cuddle you, rubbing his cheek on yours while preening his wings and giving you the plucked-out feathers that he ruffled off. Whenever you ask what it was for, he’d bluntly say “It can serve as your pen” a quill pen.

𓅪 Today, he took the little birds out for a flight, letting them rest on his back if they couldn't keep up or grew tired.

"Have you asked mom to be with you yet?" one of the maya birds chirped, making him glance upward as he flew. "No, we both understand it's best not to pressure her into a relationship.”

𓅪 The maya bird just chirps, sounding like it was huffing. “Patience, child” he said with a smile as he made a roundabout. They had been flying for an hour now, and he knew he needed to have the little birds back before dusk to avoid causing you anxiety.

𓅪 As he began his descent toward your roof, he noticed you biting your nail, an unhealthy habit you'd picked up. "What's wrong?" he asked as you looked up at him.

𓅪 "Yan Ping," you called out as he flew down, your birds descending with him. "Hey, we need to talk," you said as he blinked at you, his expression almost owlish.

𓅪 “Okay” he nods as he makes a few chirps to the birds who immediately understood what he said, they all went back to their little houses leaving you and Ge Tian alone.

𓅪 "Is something wrong?" he asked, though his tone remained calm, he couldn't help but feel concerned about what you were going to say.

𓅪 "Do you think we're dating?" you asked, but he seemed puzzled, tilting his head. "Dating?"

𓅪 This poor old bird, “I mean!” you scratch the back of your neck as you feel embarrassed even talking about it. “Do you think we’re mates?”

𓅪 Ge Tian fell silent as he gazed down at you, gently using his wing to stroke your head, giving you a faint smile. "Although your bones indicate that you are my mate, I have no intention of imposing that upon you," he said, withdrawing his wing. "You are someone I cherish deeply and wish to protect."

𓅪 And that was it, that was all he could say, he didn’t specifically deny the idea, but he was open to it, noticing your flushed cheeks though made him happy.

𓅪 “You never told me I was supposed to be your lover” you huffed, holding the tip of his wing. “Are you sure that’s what my bones said?”

𓅪 “I am certain” he reciprocates the affectionate gesture with a nuzzle on your head, walking closer to you as he wraps you in his winged embrace. “I am not one to lie about readings of the past, present, and the future”

𓅪 “Still! You never told me!” you pouted further, hugging him back by the wings as you gently preen it with your fingers, he found it comforting since sometimes, cleaning his own feathers takes a while to do, your hands were skilled with it. “You never asked, I wouldn’t be the one to talk about such things.”

𓅪 Despite being clueless about romantic relationships, Ge Tian is certainly the type of lover who would be gentle, he’s not the best boyfriend for sure, but his wisdom helps him understand how to make you happy, it’s easy for him to adjust to your liking if it’s something new to him.

#fluff #ge tian #getian #r1999 #r1999 getian #yan ping #reverse 1999 #re1999 #Ge Tian x Reader #bird man

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p4ngilz · 1 year ago

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★ love bites

*sighs* i miss my man... also will get started on reqs after i post pretty impressive, huh? already set on rewriting hehe

wc: 870

"Have you noticed Michael's hands?"

"They're kinda green honestly, why?"

"That's my fault."

You smacked your boyfriend's arm as he giggled, sounding pleased with himself as he snickered about his most recent prank. Though there was not much reason to be suppressing your noises, as he insisted you sit at the farthest row at the campfire and Michael was leading the singalong anyway so he wouldn't have heard you at all. Unless one of you pushed the other off the log you were sitting on, which could happen anytime. That would've definitely caught more than just Michael's attention.

Luckily no pushing was involved, at least not too much shoving. You whispered and flirted and told jokes and chatted there in the back row. Though you didn't have as much freedom as you would have had at the edge of the woods, you were glad you got to spend time with your boyfriend.

At some point you started rambling about your opinions on the latest counselors' meeting, but you couldn't focus. How could you when every time you looked to the side, you'd see Connor gazing at you like you hung the stars in the sky and rooted the mountains in the earth.?

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so widely and trying to resist it. You'd lose your train of thought every time he'd move an inch beside you. You could've sworn you had the biggest crush on him even after you confessed to each other, even after he said he liked you back, even after the dozen times he'd kissed you at just the right times in just the right ways.

"But that wouldn't be effective, right, because majority of the camp is kids, we wouldn't listen, it won't do much to stop us because we'll keep coming back to do it all over again—what?" You asked, catching him for the millionth time that night just watching you speak. You doubted any words were getting to that head of his as he took your hand.

"You're just damn pretty!" He mumbled, whisper-yelling as he kissed the back of your palm.

"Is it my fault?" You whispered in the same tone.

"Yes." He grinned cheekily, and you squeezed his fingers in response. A moment of silence passed, until he asked, "Can I bite you?"

"What?"

"Can I bite you?" He whispered, slightly louder this time.

"...Okay?"

He giggled, and then continued doing so like an excited child, pulling you closer until there was barely any space between you two. "So cute, sweetie, I love you, hehe, the cutest..." He mumbled words as he pressed kisses onto your skin. You found it endearing until he actually bit the skin on your forearm. Not that it hurt, you just didn't expect the feeling of his teeth on you.

You gasped, but didn't pull away. You watched as he kissed up your arm until he reached your hand, and then continued on each of your knuckles. He nipped at your fingertips with a big grin on his pretty face, and then went on his knees, pulling your legs to straddle his waist while you stayed on the log.

"Didn't think you'd be into this. You got an oral fixation? Or am I just too...sweet?" You started in a low voice as he kissed up your neck, his other hand going to knead your thighs. He nibbled at your neck, collarbones, kissed your cheeks, lips (and left bites on that, too), any exposed skin you were comfortable with him placing his mouth on out here in the open, concealed only by the darkness.

"That's really corny, baby. Maybe you should leave the comedies to me. Gosh, you know, if you weren't wearing long pants right now..."

"But you call me sweetie."

"Yeah."

"Yeah!" You went on, leaving him to his business as he continued, kissing over the spots he nibbled at. Eventually, he slowed down, taking both your hands and cupping his face with them. "Anyway, this is nice. again, unexpected, but it's forgiven because it's you. You think this would look weird if anyone caught us? Nah, I think it should be forgiven because it's you. Is this—what's the word? Cuteness aggression? That's probably what this is. Honestly, I'd prefer you give me a full body bear hug squeeze, but I guess I have no choice but to go to bed covered in—"

"Mhm."

"—Love bites," you finished, beaming at him.

One of his hands went to the small of your back, nudging you to come just a bit closer. Still rubbing circles into your skin, he chuckled. "Love bites? Those aren't love bites."

Your smile faded slightly. "They're not?"

"No?" He paused for a second, then laughed. "Sweetie, do you know what love bites actually are?"

"I don't...I used to think I did, but now, probably not. Wait, what are they? Connor!" You swatted his arm at how his teasing smile quickly grew into a snicker. "I didn't know, okay? I thought it was something else!"

He patted your side, mumbling an apology while holding in more chortles. His eyes glinted with the reflection of the bonfire before he said, "It's alright, N/N, I'll give you real ones next time."

#— suguwuus's posts #connor stoll #pjo #connor stoll x reader #pjo x reader #he wants me so bad guys #gn reader #connor stoll x gn reader

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megpricephotography · 1 year ago

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These were all taken on the weekend of my birthday (Jan 6th!), back in 2012. Barney & I took a trip to a very, very old farmhouse, in the depths of Snowdonia National Park. The house belonged to a friend of a friend of my dad - they didn't live in there themselves, so to keep it from going totally to ruin, they'd let people they knew stay there, from time to time.

No internet connection, no phone signal, no tv. No shops or neighbours nearby. There were mice living in the pantry & a hole in my bedroom ceiling. The bed was so rickety & ancient, I wondered if it'd give way overnight! The walls were thick but the window panes were thin & there was no proper heating, so entire house was freezing - save for the living room, which had a fireplace.

This was the view from the front garden (before the fog rolled in).

The weather was - as is usual for January (& pretty much every other month!) - in North Wales... damp - when it wasn't actually raining, it was misty & mirky. We wandered into the mountains & explored. I didn't get many photos because the weather closed in but gosh, what an incredible place. Like stepping back in time.

Absolutely magical trip... one I still look back on fondly, so many years later.

#barney #border collie #wales #snowdonia #sheepdog #winter #my birthday #memories

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silent-browser · 2 years ago

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Reformatting this bitch like a head cannon!!!

Oh boy. I adding to the werewolf post cuz I wanna. Part 1

Quick recap. You have partner/boyfriend. Partner out of town. You try to surprise partner. Partner/wolf surprises you instead. Not that you know the huge wolf is him.

The next morning is arguably more confusing than the night before as you wake up to your "out of town" boyfriend in the bed with you, asleep and looking very self satisfied.

Asleep until you hit them with a pillow and start interrogating him on how the heck he got in and where the big fuck-you wolf disappeared to

Welp, the cat- or I suppose wolf is out of the bag and they had some explaining to do

They are at least glad that the wolf in them approves of their choice in partner.

They explain everything.

How they came to be like this (attacked on a mountain trail while hiking)

Why they have been hiding themselves away every full moon (transform in peace and to keep others safe)

That they are either asleep or just not at the proverbial wheel when they turn (it's all instinct and the long slumbering beast when they turn. Full moonlight wakes it up they suppose)

You honestly think they are lying at first

A joke surely

A humorous ruse to avoid you finding out that they have an illegal pet wolf

But the look on their face... That apologetic and scared look. The look they have every single time you find them following you around

The guilty look

You ask instead "Why didn't the wolf rip me to shreds? You said that you have to stay away from people when you turn to avoid hurting anyone. Why didn't it hurt me?"

They honestly don't know. Maybe something to do with their scent just naturally being on you and that told the wolf that you were not to be hurt

You both stay in bed for a while after, just talking about the experience and what it means for your future together

He's so scared you would leave him. That you would scream and run for the hills

He doesn't know what he would do without you normally but after that night, he felt different in some way

As if he would crumble if you said you didn't want him anymore

As if the wolf would overtake him completely if you said you were leaving for good

As if he would die without you

The thought and realization shook him to his core

Yes... He would die without you. You are his life line. His air. His sanity. If you left he might just crumble away and die. Leaving behind only a husk of a human being for the wolf to take over

You suddenly interrupt his dark spiral when you suddenly remember the entire reason you came last night

You hop out of bed and quickly grab the food you brought over and had an impromptu breakfast in bed party

"I would never leave you" you told them while holding their hand

And they melted

You joke about wishing you knew sooner and how late night dates will have to be more carefully planned out now but they just stared at your face with all of the love in the world radiating from them

Now that the aftermath is done...

DOMESTIC THINGS AND FUTURE TURNS!

They admit that they like being pet, even when they are themselves so a common thing for the both of you to do is movie night cuddles and head pats

You both cook meat more than before. It's to the point where the local butcher knows the both of you by name (sorry vegans but this is a werewolf fic so meat eating is gonna happen)

Because they are accepting the wolf in them a little easier they have become a little more territorial

Unknown people on their doorstep make them uneasy and they can often come off as cold and rude to delivery people when they stop by (Door to door missionaries get growled at)

You know better now and avoid their place the next time the full moon comes around. You are respecting their space. They have a quiet house to spend time in. Everything is fine right?

WRONG

Wolfie is pissed

He wants his human in his nest again gosh darn it!

He made it all pretty and everything too

He spends his entire night trying to escape

Clawing at door ways and window frames

Ramming his body into doors

Howling as loud as he can go, hoping to attract you back to his den. Letting you know that he is here and ready to snuggle again

When boyfriend wakes back up his entire house is destroyed.

Picture frames knocked off walls, doors clawed to shit, three windows broken and some noise complaints from his neighbors in his messages

What the heck happened last night!?

Wolf has never done this before so why now!?

It only gets worse every full moon after

Until wolf finally gets out

Adrenaline and desperation runs his mind when he gets out

He has to find you. He has to

Continuation in the future???? Was this even a good continuation of the first post??? Big shrugs all around.

@samuelftm Here ya go hun. I hope you like it.

#soft yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere monster #yandere werewolf #werewolf x reader #werewolf #soft yandere werewolf #soft yandere > regular yandere #I agree whoever created that tag #might have been me actually #im trying to get better at this

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dev1lm4n · 2 years ago

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shroom

pairings: joel miller x f!reader

summary: in which you tried to help your grumpy mentor get over the mushroom's aphrodisiac side effect.

word count: 3.9k (gosh yea i went over the top with this)

warnings: explicit (18+), no actual penetration, thigh fucking, slight age-gap and reader's implied to be an orphan.

notes: honestly this is just a reason to write desperate joel but oh well :)

What lies beneath the gray-ish rocks were dove gray with a subtle hint of purple. Fresh air broke through your nasal cavities, gusts of wind combing your loose strands gently like a doting mother. Even in a photograph you could quickly take into account that it was peak summer, for the steep valleys are finally visible and pretty asters bloom abundantly on every inch of green.

You would’ve guessed mid June was the cause of these heavenly blessings. The rest of the year the ranges were as white-peaked as any storybook mountains and they were especially cruel to visitors. Summer was just more so your cup of tea.

Despite the relentless sun rays burning your skin and the itchiness from sweat and mosquitos, it’s a lot more inviting. Felt a lot like a long awaited vacation, one where you’d get tanned with friends on seashores and gossip about boys like it was the most important thing on earth. Things like that are simply left for your imagination. The United States of America hasn't been as liberating, ever since Cordyceps happened.

It’s not the first time you scaled along the wilderness in order to get to your destination unharmed. Without getting bitten by chomping, pestering infected, or worse, people. Nature is just naturally serene. A hug of browns, a shelter of long dwindling limbs, and a variety of edible materials that’s free to use. You were a quick learner and a considerably great adaptor.

From dusty books piled up in your home, a FEDRA orphanage, you picked up knowledge on a collection of plants and animals native to the country. Being a resourceful forager might’ve been your one and only redeemable feature, and perhaps the only reason why Joel Miller agreed to bring you along on his trips.

Tess was the one who scouted you in the most bizarre fashion possible. You remembered vividly how she interrogated the fungi you picked on the city’s outskirts, asking why you’d pick up the one thing people refrain from eating these days. You remembered the amused look she had on her face, but it was all too long ago. Too long you’re starting to forget what she looked like smiling and full of hope. Time has passed and you’re not the same snotty, bratty teenager anymore.

Though, you’re not exactly grown.

Still budding with youthful stupidity and brashness.

Which is where Joel came in handy. He was your tamer. The one who’d put a rough hand down when you’re being too rash in making decisions. The one who’d tug on your leash when you’re an exploding mess of fury. Tess was kinder and sweeter and.. more of a makeshift mother figure to you, while Joel was whatever he was. He wasn’t introduced into the picture until last winter where you managed to get two different people hunting for your head. Which you still insist wasn’t entirely your fault.

Tess was worried, you understood, but he’s a real mood killer at times.

You watched along the trees, how they swayed in a warming breeze. Hands tied behind your back as you hummed a nursery rhyme fondly. This time it was ‘London Bridge is Falling Down’ on repeat for a billion times, which you’re sure is going to get some unappeased comments from the ball of grouch behind you. He always hated anything fun. Always chalking it up to being far too dangerous or distracting. You were even banned from keeping a firearm around him. What a joke.

“Quit singin’. You’re going to attract trouble.”

“Fucking hell.”

“What was that?”

“You’re such a bore, Joel.”

You could feel his gaze on the back of your head, probably looking at you as if you’re a foul harm to society. Tess always said that it’s just the way he looks but you don’t buy it. You’ve seen the way he smiled at a thing she said, even when it’s closer to a shy grin than a full ear-to-ear smile. An exasperated sigh was all you heard from him next, then a few grumbles about how you two are going to set camp next to a large pine tree as it’s getting late.

“It’s getting late or are your old knees aching?”

“What’re you doin’?”

Joel’s voice almost shook your skin off your bones. There was a delicious moment when you turned on your heels to face him, face washed blank with confusion, like your brain cogs couldn’t turn fast enough to process the information. It’s like you’re caught popping his favorite pills, when it really was just another one of your fascinating finds. You weren’t planning on sharing with him out of all people, so you were visibly annoyed. The distasteful twist of your lips had him scowling.

“It’s just food. Reishi mushroom.”

You showcased the fungus, waving it in front of his scrunched nose. The mushroom was reddish brown varnished with kidney-shaped caps that fanned out the closer it got to the ends. It’s supposedly bitter tasting, but it wasn’t poisonous. You looked convinced enough it wouldn’t straight-up kill the both of you upon tasting, even when it’s your first time encountering such a species.

“You sure it’s not poisonous?”

“You could have the first bite if you’d like.”

He looked at you with that expression– the same one he put on when he’s interested in taking on your challenge instead of diffusing the bickering. It’s harder to see what he’s conspiring when the darkness is borderline blinding. You couldn’t cater to every wrinkle and divot on his face, even with great concentration. Joel reached for the mushroom and held it lightly against the rough pads of his fingers. Examining it much closer under moonlight’s glint.

“We’ll have it tonight as soup.”

His words were absolute, even when Tess is around. You knew that and he knew that. It was unspoken. You surrendered your merry bounty willingly without throwing a childish tantrum this time. He can be cruel and unapologetic; you weren’t exactly eager to go through that route with him. Especially when your first filling dinner is on the line. You simply nodded at his decision, twisting your tactical knife back into its shell and stuffing it deep into your cargo jeans. Slightly sour about the entire ordeal.

There was always something cathartic about having a filled stomach after a long day of trekking, borderline orgasmic if you had to describe it in another way. It was an extremely appreciated coincidence as well that Joel managed to have in hand an actual unopened can of Campbell’s Tomato Soup. Although horrifically passed its best-by date, it wasn’t rancid or anything. Just slightly sour, but you’re sure the preservatives on that can would do you a favor this once.

You could barely breathe upon settling down on your sleeping bag. The buttons on your cargos digging into your inflated stomach, in which you hastily undid once you’re entirely submerged in the parachute-like material. You huffed. Burped and earned an irritated grunt by none other than Joel Miller. Then let the chirping of crickets and rustling of leaves create a peaceful symphony to lull you to sleep. Gentle summer breeze carried the scent of pine and wildflowers, invigorating your senses. And you’re gone in just a split second.

It felt like being coddled by nature itself, as corny as it sounded. What you didn’t expect was to be startled awake when the moonlight’s still as bright as ever. A light fuck escaped your lips. Irritated was what you are. You’re as aware as can be, ears tuned in to whatever it is that posed a threat to your goodnight sleep. But nothing came up. Just the occasional hoot of an owl, distant calls from coyotes, and what seemed to be woodland creatures rustling around the thick bushes.

Maybe it’s just your terrible paranoia cruising. Maybe you’re starting to hallucinate from fatigue, or maybe it’s just some stupid squirrel in the branches. You shuffled in your cocoon of a sleeping bag before turning ever so slightly to face Joel��s side. To face where Joel Miller, your irritating companion, is supposed to rest. Though for the first time in history, his absence crushed your heart.

You were terrified. Eyes wide and round as you stared in disbelief.

He was gone.

You scrambled to your feet. Taking unlevelled steps towards his side of the camp, you could feel your chest tighten at the confirmation of his disappearance. He wasn’t there no matter how many times you flipped his sleeping bag front to back.

Has he deserted you? Did he finally get tired of you? Were you being way too bratty today? You didn’t think you’d be this distressed at the absence of someone you hated with a passion, but here you were, waterline overrun by stray tears threatening to spill out at any given time. So weak and helpless, it’s pathetic.

Was that a moan?

You froze, as still as you could be, trying to listen intently if the sound decided to repeat itself. It did. This time you could make out what it sounded like: guttural, low, and indistinct. The way your face contorted was comical to say the least. At this point, your mind started to race with all the creative questions. Was it an animal? A person in distress? Oh, or is it something more sinister and dangerous? You didn’t have your gun on you so it’d be obvious suicide if you went on to pursue, wouldn’t it?

This is how people died in horror movies

You knew that and a part of your youthful curiosity (the chunk Tess hated so much) made you take another step forward towards the general direction. The puddle you stepped on rippled and splashed. Your wary eyes dart around, scanning the surrounding area for any signs of movement.

There was nothing of course. Just the waving branches that’s starting to make you feel a little disoriented and claustrophobic. All you could hear was your own ragged breathing above the low groan that once again was being emitted from behind the tree line. You swore it sounded more human-like the more you tuned in.

Dry branches crackled and broke underneath the heavy soles of your boots, making you cringe inwardly at the thought that someone must’ve noticed your moves by now. This is far beyond stupid you decide. You should've prepared an eulogy by now. Maybe even a few stems of the lovely aster you enjoyed so much. If this was a serial killer lurking underneath your shadows, your funeral was right around the corner. But it wasn’t. What made the noise wasn’t a stray squirrel, nor was it a stray clicker. It was Joel fucking Miller.

"Joel?"

His name slipped out of your tongue like melted butter; unstoppable and out of instinct. He's looked at you multiple times during your stays in Tess' flat. Sometimes with gentle aloofness and other times with what you chalked up to be disgust or even disdain, and you'd always cater to his glares with your incredulous grin. This time it was.. different.

His pupils were large— larger than what you think was humanly possible with it almost swallowing the entirety of his irises. A humorous part of your brain wondered if he was turning into some sort of werewolf because of the full moon, if he'd pounce on you with his furry claws.

Your running thoughts made you steer away from what's actually presented in front of you. The more that you look at it, he looked somewhat.. pained. He's never looked pained before, not when a bullet lodged in precisely behind his arteries or even when an upset customer drove a rusty knife down his side. Joel's been annoyingly tough. But now he's visibly drenched in sweat, face adorned with a shade of crimson, while he shivered and groaned against the base of a tree. This was odd. You slowly crouched over to his side, but your attempts were futile when he's waving his arms in your direction as if shooing a dog away.

You frowned. He rolled to his side, trying to avoid your incoming slaught of confrontation.

"Were you shot?"

"No."

"Were you clawed by a bear?"

"No."

"Are we going to play 20 questions or are you going to let me help you?"

He turned slightly, just enough so that he could finally see the irritation weaved through your expression. Joel then grumbled something about how you shouldn't be out here and that it's better to get back in your sleeping bag. You ignored him, as always, inching even closer to see what he's up to.

Stubbornness runs deep in your blood and you weren't going to let him die out here in the woods when you could barely read a map by itself. You didn't even know how to determine where North is. To simply put it, you'd die without him standing up straight, whether in this unruly jungle or under the gun of Tess' customer.

"Your mushrooms are poisonous," he accused sternly, boring his deep brown eyes into yours.

"No. It's not. I'm fine and well, so it must be a you problem mister," you probed your fingers into his tough chest, not accepting any sort of insult to your own specialty. "Fuck, are you having some sort of heart attack?"

"I'm not. I'm just.. oh god," he stifled his groans with his palm. Now that you're finally seeing him in a better light, it looked like he was.. palming himself through the thick fabric of his tight jeans. Was he rocking into his own palm? Or was it just your perverted imaginations playing tricks on your silly little mind?

Your stomach lurched at the possibility, then a curl of disgust had you pressing your lips together into a thin line. This is your time to back away. He gave you that chance a while ago and you should've let your curiosity lay low. He was your goddamn mentor and worse, Tess' partner, it'd be wrong to see him in this state. But isn't it your responsibility for inflicting this kind of torment? It's your idea to harvest the mushrooms. You're dealing with some twisted version of Schrödinger's cat where no good options are presented in front of you. It's a moral dilemma.

"Are you?" you squeaked. "Are you masturbating?"

"No. Just get back to.. oh."

"Do ya need help?"

He looked at you like you're his inferno. The one that's going to drag him straight to hell from your sweet sweet words. God, he shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be looking down your loose tank top like some old geezer, you're probably twenty years his junior and he's here rubbing his inconvenience away at your expense. You didn't even know what you're offering. Did you even know what he's like?

"Please, just. You're going to regret it, sweetheart."

"How would you know?"

"I'm like old enough.. fuck.. to be your dad or something. You should just go. Tess is gonna kill me if she knew."

"Joel, this is my fault," you persisted, eyes bright with a sense of genuine worry.

Joel's jaw clenched hard at your enticing offer, a bead of sweat dribbled down the side of his temple nervously. He looked like he was struggling to pull out a coherent reason as to why this shouldn't happen. Why he shouldn't be the one to defile your innocence and corrupt you with his bloody hands. Nothing came out though, just a brief desperate grunt.

You swallowed thickly, before taking his lack of an answer as a sign of encouragement. Your hands moved painfully slow. As if waiting to see whether he'd push your hands away or try to stop you in any way, but he never did. Not even when you touched the damp denim clinging onto his bare skin, gently as if he's made of porcelain.

You've never.. done this which frankly explained the awkward touches you're prone to do, or the look in your eyes that further emphasized the fact that you had no idea what you're doing. Aside from the scarce pornographic magazine stashed in your orphanage's library, there wasn't any sort of guidance as to how you'd navigate your sexual life. But you’re almost sure that this was a good start from the way his scrunched up eyebrows start to untangle at your touch.

With that in mind, you traced over the shape of his confined cock, before settling on the damp tip leaking over his jeans. It felt warm and somewhat foreign. You circled over the spot several times, encouraged by his low groans. Did he feel good?

"Fuck. Okay. You wanna help me out and be a good girl?" he rasped, finally grasping your hand with his calloused fingers to get you even closer to where he wanted you. He guided you eagerly. All voices of reason vanished in his head.

You weren’t able to say anything. It felt like you're drowning in his existence; the oak-like smell of his flannel, the rough syllables he uttered, and god that terribly persuasive grin he had on. He's secretly smug about this and you knew it.

"Come here," he beckoned you to come closer and so you did, without a single complaint like what your chatty mouth is used to. You're so quiet and pliant– something he's been wishing for from the start of your journey. Joel feverishly pulled you back onto his lap, pressing his hardened front onto the thick fabric of your cargo pants.

You yelped. He let out a soft mumble of your name. His hips stuttered at the new sensation. He's more than ready to feel you from the inside, get wrapped up in your velvety walls, but the thought of Tess had him pulling on his reins. "Listen. I'm not– oh.. I'm not going to ruin you, okay? Just gonna.. Just gonna use your thighs."

Thighs? What’s that supposed to mean? Your clueless expression had him shudder in anticipation. You’re so cute and perfect to corrupt. It’s definitely not the first time he thought of you in that manner. He secretly loved each and every one of your bickering games, it riled him up beneath all the cold shoulder facade.

Without further warning, Joel manhandled you with his strong arms. You let out a strained gasp as he towered over you, the ground hard against your back. Heat and adrenaline ran through your veins at the sight of his concentrated eyes. He looked determined to go through with this, no matter the consequences.

He took in all of you, not with his touches, just with the soft brown pupils he’s blessed with. You knew that he wasn’t going to be all sweet and lovely, although you silently wished he’d be a little gentler when he pulled your cargos off. You’d wish for him to tell you how pretty you are and how much you meant to him, because as fucked up as it was, you’ve always wanted him to like you. The infatuation was cliché and stupid, but you could never have enough.

Joel was quick to fold you in half, holding your legs up by the underside of your thighs as he observed. A warm palm hovering over your throbbing cunt extinguished any last traces of your desire to rebel; the heat between your thighs only became worse at his nimble fingers dragging along your panties. Out of a need for more, you rubbed your thighs together and tried your best to buck into his touch with a shaky breath.

“I’m not a good guy,” Joel trailed off while he busied himself unbuckling his belt, the sound of the leather sliding out his jean loops ignited a fire within you. “Fuckin’ killed so many people. Stole their things and ran.”

“Do you.. oh.. do you still want to go through with this, sweetheart?”

The nickname was quick to send goosebumps down your back. He’s driving you insane and he had the audacity to ask these questions. He should’ve just seen how drenched you are beneath the scant excuse of panties. You nodded breathlessly and god was it a sight to watch his moral beliefs crumble apart at your confirmation.

“Keep your thighs together, girl,” he ordered briefly, nails digging into your plush thighs as he finally freed his cock. It’s feverishly hot against your skin and drooling with a copious amount of precum, you could even feel the head teasingly poke onto your clothed slit. You shuddered and clenched around nothing at the sensation. “Please.”

“God. Such a good girl are you?” he managed to find the time to tease you as he slid between your thighs, looking down you could see the flushed bulbous head twitching with need. Joel let out a groan he's been holding on to for a long time, even just having your plush thighs squeezing him was enough to send jolts of pleasure through every part of his aching body.

He started to thrust his hips at a slow pace; drawing them back slowly and pushing them forward with enough force to knock you back onto the tree trunk each time. Your heartbeat grew wild in your ribcage, hard and fast as he relished in the feeling of you. You weren’t sure of what the feeling was, but you could feel your clit pulse at the friction his cock made everytime it slipped through.

You admired the color of his tip which reminded you of a wild salmon, slightly pink with tinges of nudes, spilling so much of that thick milky substance which quickly coats the insides of your thighs. What a sight it was to be beneath Joel Miller. Your past self would’ve probably envied you for getting so lucky, whimpering and gasping for air as he held you with an iron grip. It felt so good, you’re at a loss for words. All those nights spent pining over him and spreading your pretty pussy to the mere thought of him is finally paid for.

“Feel good, girl?

He granted you a form of reprieve when his fingers finally pulled your panties aside to quickly find your clit and tease it in tight circles. His calloused fingers provided such good ridges to grind yourself onto. The sound that’s spilling out of your lips was embarrassing, almost pitiful, but it seemed that with each and every whimper Joel looked even more pleased. The expression on his face was sinful by itself. You could only imagine how foul this scenery was from a third person point of view.

“So good to me, shit, where did that pretty mouth of yours disappear?”

He bucked even faster, and so did you, eager to chase after the euphoric friction one another provided. The coil finally broke at his last press against your needy clit. You whimpered, an airy sound as your cunt clenched frantically around nothing, globs of white leaking right through your panties and onto the dried up leaves underneath.

Joel let out a smooth chuckle at the sight, dutifully rubbing circles onto your clit as he reached his high. Ribbons of white spurt out unconditionally. There was so much you wondered when his last release was. Your tank top was drenched and so were your thighs. The sheer obscenity had you buckling onto him. You felt hot, over-sensitive, and wrong.

Realization sunk into you as he pulled away and settled to your side.

“No speaking of this,” you murmured, still in a trance of blissful pleasure.

“Yes, ma’am.”

His chuckle resonated, only to mingle with your own.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller tlou #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #the last of us #the last of us fic #tlou #the last of us imagine #joel miller smut

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writemywaytoyourheart · 2 years ago

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Bedeviled | Chapter 10: The Harder They Fall

Pairing: demon!jungkook x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, drama, angst, horror

WC: 9.5k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, bullying, cruelty, name-calling, past trauma, blood, frightening depictions of Hell and those in it, gore, some tensionnnnn muthatruckaaaas If there's something you notice that I ought to put in warnings that I missed pls kindly let me know

Previous ML

"I will kill you myself."

You gulp, breathing out through your nose slowly as he runs his fingers down from your cheek and right to your throat, where he places his hand around it and squeezes ever so gently.

He seems to get distracted, his eyes appearing unfocused as he stares at the sight in front of him.

His hand makes a good necklace for your lovely throat.

"Fuck," He whispers under his breath, but you can hear him, "I could snap your pretty little neck right now if I wanted to, couldn't I?"

You gulp and nod shakily.

"Yes," You brave looking up at him and notice him staring back at you, his gaze no longer on your neck but looking into your eyes, "But you don't want to."

You think you see a flash of fear in his eyes before he smirks and smothers any hint of emotion besides amusement.

"Of course not, darling." He drags his hand down slowly, his icy fingers running along your throat and down your chest before they pull away, "You still have some use to me after all."

When he steps away, you reach a hand up to cup your throat.

You knew he wasn't going to kill you, he wasn't even going to hurt you.

He prides himself on being able to intimidate you, but he doesn't know that you can see right through him.

You'll keep that to yourself for now.

What scared you the most was the overwhelming urge to raise yourself up on your tiptoes and close the distance between you two.

You mentally give yourself a pat on the back for not ruining everything just a minute ago.

Gathering yourself and your skirt in your fists, you stumble after him, who has (obviously) continued on like nothing happened.

Him and his little games.

Little do you know, his mind is far from laughing at the situation. It's twisting and turning and trying anxiously to figure out what the hell is happening to him.

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You had thought before that the mountains would go on forever.

But you were wrong.

In the distance, you can see where they end.

It's still miles away, but it's something.

"What's with the in-between stuff?"

JK stops and turns around to look back at you, who is scrambling over a large rock, panting heavily.

He rolls his eyes.

"Care to elaborate on that question?"

You sigh and plop yourself down on top of the rock, legs dangling at least four feet from the ground.

Wiping your wet forehead fruitlessly, you gesture out into the distance with your bandaged hand, "It's- it's such a long way to the seventh circle," Gulping in as much air as your lungs can take, you shake your head and wipe at your eyes, "Why all the extra sp-space?"

He doesn't answer your question and you don't ask again, deciding not to waste your time or breath.

Squinting at him, you huff tiredly at the fact that he doesn't look like he's struggling in the slightest.

You wipe at your eyes again, the sweat dripping into them.

"It's so hot," You mumble, hissing quietly at the stinging in your eyes from the salty droplets that reach them, "Gosh."

JK makes an effort not to look in your direction, but ends up breaking his own rule for a second when you're busy wiping at your eyes.

You're perched on top of the huge rock, legs hanging off in front of you, dirty cloth-wrapped feet kicking absentmindedly as you rub your fists in your eyes in an effort to ease the sting.

His eyes travel up your body, lingering on the cuts and bruises that appear to be new. When his gaze lands on your scrunched up face as you wipe and wipe desperately at your eyes, he squints.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Ach," You grunt, "My eyes are burning like fire- ow!" You shout, shoving your fists into your eyes and trying not to start crying.

He watches silently for a minute as you blindly try to find a piece of clothing on you that isn't covered in dirt, grime, or blood. Your eyes are pinched shut as you pat around, hands landing on nothing but dirtied garments. It's all you can do to keep from shouting out again, it feels like someone dumped hot chilis in your eyes.

Just as you're about to try the sleeve of your cardigan no matter how dirty it is, you feel a cold hand wrap around your left wrist.

"Stop, you look like an idiot, scrounging around like that," You hear him grumble, then you feel something soft get shoved into your hand.

Is that a-...handkerchief?

Desperate enough not to question it, you bring the cloth to your eyes. Relief pours over you when the pain starts to subside as you're finally able to wipe the sweat from your face.

"Thank you."

He turns back at the soft, whispered thanks called to him.

Your eyes are still closed, but no longer pinched shut in pain.

The demon looks down at your hands to see you twisting the small cloth in your fingers, knuckles turning white as you clench it tightly in your fist.

Seemingly getting anxious, he sees your hands start to tremble as you rock back and forth where you sit on the rock, still clutching the cloth, now biting your lip harshly.

An unfamiliar feeling suddenly invites itself in, making him freeze as he continues to stare at you.

What is this?

He can't pinpoint it; doesn't understand it.

JK snaps out of it and turns away.

He won't entertain things that he doesn't understand.

"Here."

He turns back to you again with a sharp sigh, annoyed.

You're holding out the handkerchief, eyes still closed as you gather your strength.

The demon's gaze flickers from your face down to your hand and back a few times, noticing the way the cloth shakes as you hold it out.

"Keep it," He snaps, "I don't want it now that you've dirtied it. It's useless."

The hurt evident on your face is brief, then you pull it back and blink your eyes open carefully, looking at the cream-colored handkerchief in your hand that now has streaks of dirt on it. Your bottom lip trembles as you squeeze it tightly.

He doesn't look at you again, shouldn't have looked in the first place.

Instead, he stands with his arms crossed as he looks out into the distance, eyeing the planes he knows are coming. He's not sure how you're going to manage them, but there's not much of a choice now.

You're hellbent on saving your stupid little friend, and nothing he says or does is going to stop you.

JK glares at nothing as he waits for you to just get on with walking already.

He thought about it pretty early on in this journey, but he's still curious on what exactly is going on with you.

How is it that your body is failing faster than other humans down here? He knows it's meant to torment anyone that comes here, but physically you're fading faster than is usual.

Mentally on the other hand, you seem to be excelling. The mental and emotional toll this place has on humans that venture here is typically what makes them fail before the elements even get a chance to destroy them. The realization that they will never leave hits them pretty early on and their hope dwindles quickly after that.

So why are you still so hopeful?

Why are you so insistent on saving this poor excuse of a human?

Why won't you acknowledge the fact that you will never leave Hell? Has that even sunk into your thick head yet?

When you walk past him and stumble on a rock, your arms going out to the sides to keep your balance, he suddenly wonders what part of Hell you will be sent to first after the deal is over.

A sick feeling burns in his stomach at the sudden thought, but he pushes it away immediately.

He doesn't fucking care.

Your fate after this deal is of no concern to him.

It never was and it never will be.

You are nothing but an annoying little mortal creature, he has no interest in your future, or lack of it for that matter.

You are nothing to him.

Tripping a little when he bumps into your shoulder, you look at him in confusion as he walks ahead, then you shake your head and keep walking across the slippery gravelly ground.

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After a few more hours of walking, you stop.

"I'm taking a break," You call out, watching as he stops in his tracks, clearly annoyed.

Before he can say anything, you turn and plop on the ground, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling of rocks on your thighs that the thin material of your dress does nothing to cushion against.

You notice that he doesn't even turn to look at you as he says, "I'm going for a bit."

"Ok," You say just as he walks off and once again disappears into a cloud of smoke.

Sighing, you rest your chin in your hand as you look out at the smoky terrain covering all that you can see with the naked eye.

The mountains are nearly gone, most of them behind you now.

The deep red glow still makes you anxious, you can't get used to it no matter how hard you try.

You won't have to get used to it.

You're leaving.

Looking down at your dirty fingers, you gulp and nod, absentmindedly picking at the dirt caked under your nails.

JK strolls along the streets of Seoul, hands in his pockets as he walks straight ahead, not moving for anyone coming towards him.

No need to, they can't see him anyway.

The lights of the city are shining so bright that if one were to bother to look up, they wouldn't be able to see the stars scattered across the night sky right above them.

Couples walk hand in hand, laughing together.

Friends run past, screaming about how the last one to get to the arcade has to pay for the games.

Business men and women walk briskly through the crowds, briefcases swinging gently and looks of boredom etched into their faces.

Elders work tirelessly as people come up to their food stands, feeling peckish after a long day of shopping.

Students run for the bus that will be here any minute, the one that will take them home after studying for so long today.

The noise of people milling about is a constant buzz that has become the norm, music plays from storefronts, street dancers collect money as people film them happily; ready to post it on the internet and hopefully go viral.

JK watches all of them, eyes hard with hatred as they flit between the people in different stages of life.

Oh how little they know of how insignificant they are.

They worry so much of others caring about them, of likes and shares and paychecks, of grades and colleges and careers.

They worry so much just to fill up their miniscule amount of time on this sad Earth.

How pathetic.

But how perfect for him.

The stress of everyday life, the temptations of things one could have, the anger, the resentment, the lust, the pride, the greed, the twisted insatiable need to always have more.

It's all the perfect combination for a demon that is currently on the prowl, looking for souls to ruin, to drag to Hell for the rest of eternity.

Oh how misery loves company.

As he walks amongst the crowds, his eyes land on a young college student walking with his head down, hands grasping the straps of his backpack that seems to weigh him down more than usual.

‘Are you so stupid that you really couldn't manage to pass that test?’

The young man bites his lip as he continues to walk towards the bus stop.

‘You worked so hard, and for what? No matter how hard you try, you'll never be good enough.’

Vision blurring, he blinks a few times and tightens his grip on the straps.

He studied so much for that test, for the past week he had done nothing but pour over all of his notes, quizzing himself over and over again, missing out on parties and nights out. Just to fail in the end.

‘You know your friends probably passed, right? They didn't even have to try. You're just stupid.’

He wipes at his eyes quickly.

‘Now you're crying?’

‘How pathetic.’

‘You won’t get anywhere in life. You'll never amount to anything.’

JK chuckles as the young man breathes anxiously and hurries to the bus stop, his heart aching deeply and his hopes for a bright future diminishing rapidly.

The demon looks around once more and sees a teenage girl looking into a shop window at a jeweled necklace.

He walks over and leans close, whispering something into her ear.

The way she bites her lip in determination clarifies that she took his words and is going to run with them.

He smirks and strolls away, eyes shifting among the crowd.

They're too easy.

The sight of a homeless man crouched in a dark alley brings him to a stop. He stands there and watches him for a moment, pleasure rising at the way the miserable creature shivers and pulls his torn coat around himself more.

A few highschoolers walk past, one of them stopping long enough to call to the freezing person lying on the ground.

"Are you cold?"

The homeless man looks up fearfully and the demon watches in mounting amusement as the teen walks over and proceeds to dump his hot chocolate on the ripped blanket, all over his face and his already useless clothes. The kid then tosses the empty cup onto the man.

The rest of the group laughs heartily before moving on, screaming about how they got too close to him and how they hope they didn't catch anything.

JK walks closer, crouching down and watching as the man wipes at his face in a poor attempt to clean himself off.

Chuckling, he leans close.

‘You really thought they'd treat you differently? You're lower than animals here, they would sooner give a bone to a rabid dog than look at you like a human.’

‘And they're right to.’

‘Look at how disgusting you are, how fucking miserable. Begging for food and crawling in the gutter like the dirt that you are.’

The single tear that slips down the elder's face makes JK smirk as he stands up.

He's about to move on when something makes him turn back. He sees a middle-aged woman walk over and bend down, handing the man a warm roll and a cup of tea with a kind smile.

"Stay warm," She whispers, touching his shoulder gently before walking away.

The demon stops, his teeth clenching in annoyance.

The homeless man watches after the woman with wide eyes full of confusion and uncertainty.

JK stands there as she walks past him, her eyes directly meeting the demon's as she stares him down; unflinching. She turns a corner as the old man quietly watches her leave, still shivering.

Only a moment later, the same woman, who now has a soft glow about her, comes up to the man once more. This time though, he does not see her.

She sits beside him, the light pink wings on her back resting against the ground as she places an arm around the filthy man and sets her head on his shoulder; holding him gently as he nibbles on the bread. The guardian angel makes no effort to look at the demon again, blatantly ignoring his presence.

JK breathes out through his nose slowly, controlled.

It makes no difference to him.

He doesn't need to make as many deals as one would think. The most souls that are damned to Hell are from temptation alone. He's whispered many words of encouragement to do unsavory acts and they more often than not take it. Deals are only for the desperate.

The rest of the humans buy their own ticket to Hell. Seldom do they need much persuasion. They are all too eager to come on their own, if it means they get those brief moments of satisfaction.

These nasty little angels can try and bring all the comfort they want; he's still winning.

She might have soothed a single soul tonight, but he has pushed many over the edge already with little to no effort.

Ridiculous.

JK scoffs and turns away, walking off before the sight pisses him off even more.

He's got stuff to do, souls to bring to despair.

And nothing is going to stand in his way.

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You yawn and rub at your eyes, body aching so deeply; beyond anything you've felt before. The wings that are tucked up in your cardigan are cramping, begging to get some much needed room.

The only thing you feel capable of doing right now is curling into a ball and falling asleep.

You don't have that luxury though.

An anxious sigh puffs out of your lips as you place your chin into your hand, your elbow resting on your knee.

How long is he going to be?

The thought of him walking around and spreading temptations and hopelessness turns your stomach to rot.

Come on.

Please just stop and come back.

You jump when there's a thick billow of smoke suddenly appearing in front of you.

He walks out, an irritated look on his face but nothing compared to what he was like last time.

When he sees you, he looks you up and down in suspicion.

"What?" You ask, confused as to why he's staring at you like that.

"Nothing," He snaps, watching in disgust as you stand up and dust yourself off, fixing your cardigan carefully.

"Well, I'm ready."

"Feeling rested?" He asks, clearly mocking you by the tone of his voice.

"Very," You say sleepily, a tired smile on your face even though there's a really deep and uncomfortable feeling in your gut at the knowledge of where he's been and what he's been doing.

You've got this, do not despair.

You take a deep breath and let it out in one big huff.

I won't.

Without acknowledging your jesting, he turns and keeps walking.

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You'll never forget the way your heart plummeted to your stomach when your mother told you about the arranged marriage.

"I have been patient with you, ____," She had said through gritted teeth, "But I will not continue to be humiliated by your lack of motivation to do something with your life."

You had scoffed in disbelief, "I never said I didn't want to do anything with my life! I only said I didn't want to marry so soon. Mother, why can't you just-"

"Do not tell me to accept you as you are," She hissed, "You saying that over and over again does not change the fact that you do not have a choice in the matter."

"But it's my life-"

"Not when you live under my roof."

"Then I'll just leave!" You cried.

"You would gladly shame your own mother by running off?" She was furious, "I raised you. This is the least that you could do to repay me."

"Mother, I-"

"This discussion is over. You will marry Hoseok and that is the end of it, do you understand?"

You shook your head, "No I don't, I don't understand. I don't understand how you could treat your own flesh and blood like this. I don't understand how you could not wish me happiness-"

"Happiness? Really, ____?" Your mother stepped closer, glaring down at you, "Happiness has nothing to do with it. You are useless if you don't do this."

Her words struck deep into your heart that day more than they ever had before.

You couldn't even find the words to respond. But she had plenty to share.

"Look at you," She gestured at you in disgust, "Might as well try to bring something to the table. You are so self-centered. How do you think I feel? How do you think Hoseok feels knowing he's going to be stuck with you? The village whore.”

Your eyes fell to the floor, unable to look at her any longer.

"M-Mother-..."

"If you disobey me, if you ruin this in any way...you are dead to me. Do you understand?"

It took a moment for you to find the strength to give her a small nod.

She walked away, never acknowledging your heart bleeding out onto the floor, the ache she placed deep into your bones, the hurt that could never be repaired.

You turned and ran out of the barn where the two of you had been talking, running all the way to the old apple tree and collapsing on the ground near the worn down swing that still hung there.

No matter how hard you cried, it didn't fill the hole in your heart that your mother had carved out. It didn't release the indescribable pain in your body that continued to grow each day.

No one heard your sobs, no one came to save you from the hurt.

He wasn't around that day to come to you.

He never even knew what happened.

You had never felt so alone in your entire sixteen years of life.

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Only a couple miles ahead, you can see a forest.

It's a small speck in the distance, but the long line of trees has got to be a forest as far as you can tell.

After hours upon hours of nothing but bare mountains as far as the eye can see, it's almost a relief to see something different. Although, you know that the forest will only contain more unspoken horrors that you have yet to be subjected to.

Wracking your tired brain, you try to remember what the seventh circle consisted of. But you can't. Your mind is so blurry with confusion, anxiety, and a deep exhaustion that will never let go that you cannot keep a single thought clear enough to understand.

He walks in front of you, silent.

You're not sure why, but you feel an incessant need to talk. Exhausted, you don't want to. But the need to fill the silence is so strong you almost break a few times. The only reason you don't is because you know he wouldn't bother to reciprocate. You would only be listening to yourself speak and making the exhaustion stronger in the long run.

So you stay quiet, continuously trying to gain some semblance of clarity in your thoughts.

Then suddenly the forest is in front of you.

For a moment you think you just teleported closer, but then the tiny part of your brain that hasn't flown yet realizes that you simply checked out for however many hours it took to get here.

You just stand there and stare at the trees.

This forest is different. The trees are not burnt or molding like the other circles; instead, they are simply gray. Nothing else. Gnarled and colorless, the trees sit there in dead silence.

There are giant roughly broken stones scattered across the ground, some in and some out of the forest, as if a structure was once there thousands of years ago and was brought to ruin. Somewhere in your fuzzy memories you remember there being something a little like this at the entrance to the second circle too.

"Was there something here?"

The sound of your voice doesn't sound like your own, it sounds strange; disconnected from you after not being used for a while.

"Yeah."

You turn your head and look at him, watching him scan over the ruins with a look of hatred in his gaze.

"What happened?"

The demon looks at you, "The earthquake."

"Earthquake?"

"The one that shook the earth at the time of His death."

There's a swell of something deep in your chest, something like sadness but also an undeniable hope.

A brief thought passes through your brain as you scan the ruins, wondering if these rocks would hurt you if you were to touch them.

The urge to reach out and caress them is so visceral that you don't stop yourself from stepping forward and doing just that.

JK looks on in confusion as he watches the human walk forward, a deep sadness in her gaze as she stretches a hand out and places it on one of the jagged stones.

A deep shudder goes through the forest, making you step back and look around, not aware of the fact that he's watching closely.

You look at your hand and gulp when you see a small streak of red there.

The blood isn’t your own.

Looking back at the stone, you see nothing there that would have been the cause.

"What're you doing?"

You look at him to see him glowering at you, which isn't unusual.

"Hm?" You mumble.

"You're a freak," He mutters before shaking his head and walking on ahead.

Looking down at your hand, you stare at the red smear for a moment before cradling your hand to your chest and following him into the dense and unwelcoming wood.

The further into the forest you go, the darker it becomes. The trees do not gain any more or less color, it feels as though the entire area has become a black and white film. The trunks become closer together, the branches above your heads tangle into each other more and more until even the blood red sky of Hell is nearly gone entirely; only the tiniest slivers coming through every once in a while; a stark contrast to the rest of the surroundings.

You walk in more silence; which isn't easy to try and get re-accustomed to after speaking a few brief words with him.

It's more than a little alarming when he suddenly stops moving and whispers a hushed order to be quiet.

Even though you weren't speaking, you still freeze so that you can't be heard walking. Soon the sound of footsteps reaches your ears and you can physically feel the color draining from your face as you listen intently to whoever is getting closer and closer.

The demon makes no sound either, which makes the situation that much more terrifying.

Why should a demon be afraid of one of Hell's many inhabitants? Isn't he one of the worst among them? One of the most feared in those hearts that believe?

You gulp, trying not to breathe too loudly as the footsteps continue to get closer.

They sound heavy and slow, which does nothing for your anxiety.

Whatever it is, is very large.

When you feel his cold hand on your arm, pushing you in a certain direction, you don't stop to argue. You let him shove you into a small grove of shrubbery separate from the main path you had been on.

Crouching down when he motions to, you make yourself as small as possible in order to conceal your presence behind some of the gnarly plants.

You get yourself situated right before the footsteps are right where the two of you were previously standing. A horrid stench like that of a barn that's not been cleaned in months wafts through the air and you cover your mouth before a gag can come out.

What is that horrible smell?

Without moving at all, you look through the skinny branches of the bush in front of you, but you can't see anything.

A loud snort makes you flinch, a chill running down your spine as you freeze up in fear.

There's something out there, but you don't know what it is.

Would it be better to see it, or to let your imagination run wild?

As you stay crouched there, unmoving, you realize that your legs are beginning to cramp up in the awkward position that you've held longer than usual.

You silently look to your left to see him crouched next to you, seemingly unaffected as he peers through the bush at whatever is there. Then he turns his head and sees you looking at him. He slowly brings a finger up to his lips to remind you to be quiet, then he points at a part in the branches.

Carefully, you move your head a little to the left and look where he's pointing.

Heart slamming into your throat immediately, you almost choke on it as you force yourself to stay put and not move a muscle.

In front of the bush, not even twenty yards away, is a massive creature with matted black fur and horns. It's standing on two feet, bulging arms hanging at its sides as it swings its head back and forth, sniffing the air.

A minotaur.

That's a minotaur.

The fear in your heart is so intense that you're afraid it might just stop and you'll keel over before the beast even has a chance to attack.

You jump when there's a touch on your shoulder, then turn to see him looking at you with a raised brow. Ignoring him, you look through the bush again at the guardian of the seventh circle, sweat starting to form on your lower back.

Then there's a hand on your waist, pulling you to the left and right into him as the demon places his lips right next to your ear and whispers.

"Calm down, little girl. You're only making it worse."

You pull away and look at him indignantly.

What is he saying? It seems like this is far from the time to be making jabs. There's a giant beast out there that could tear anything to shreds in mere seconds.

Well, you at least.

JK rolls his eyes and pulls you against him once more, hand gripping your waist firmly while he holds you in place as he brings his mouth back to your left ear.

"He can smell fear. And you, darling, absolutely reek of it."

You gulp.

How are you supposed to not be scared in this situation? And him telling you that has not helped at all.

You're about to say this, but get cut off when suddenly his other hand is grabbing your chin and turning your face towards his.

Staring into his dark eyes, you have no idea what to make of his actions as he leans in closer.

His lips unnecessarily brush your cheek as he moves to your ear once more and ever so quietly whispers, "I can think of a few things that will take your mind off of it."

What in the world is he doing??

"Are you insane?" You whisper harshly as you pull back and look at him.

His smirk only widens as the glint in his eyes shines mischievously.

"Absolutely fucking mental." And he looks it too.

You blink, mind going completely blank.

He's insane.

He's actually insane.

"Don't you dare put your hands on me," You finally snap quietly as you pry his fingers from where they grip your side and shove him away.

JK leans closer again, face dangerously close to yours, "Shh, don't get too mad, doll. You're supposed to be quiet, remember?"

Anger flares up in your chest when he reaches a hand out, probably to touch you again. You slap it away and point a finger in his face.

"If you try anything at all while we're stuck in this tiny space," You're seething even as you whisper with rage, "I will kick you out of this bush and let the minotaur have his way with you, you miserable little creep!"

To your surprise and annoyance, he only smiles at your words.

Then the sound of footsteps makes you whip your head back and look out of the bush, watching breathlessly as the minotaur walks in the opposite direction, long heavy strides and a rank smell following closely behind.

Your brows furrow and you lean closer to the opening to watch in mounting confusion as he continues to stomp away.

When you look back at the demon watching you smugly, it all makes sense.

He had intentionally riled you up in order to distract you from the fear holding your body captive. The anger had certainly made you momentarily forget about your almost inevitably gruesome ending, and apparently was enough to conceal any smell the guardian was attracted to.

Why did he do that?

It's almost like he can hear the question in your mind as he raises a brow, "What? You think I want to deal with having to save your ass from more than I need to? If you didn't have any value to me, all you would be right now is the leftover meat stuck in his teeth."

You make a face at his disgusting choice of words.

"Whatever."

"No 'thank you'?" He asks with a tinge of amusement in his voice.

"I'll let you know if I start feeling grateful later," You shoot back, then take a deep breath to calm yourself.

You don't want to be mad. He's just so good at pushing your buttons until you snap.

The more you let that show the more power he has over you. He's not stupid, he can tell what annoys you, and reacting to it only confirms certain things for him. Demons have done this since the beginning of their days, they only continue to learn more and more over time.

So take a deep breath.

And try to stay calm.

You swipe away the hair that stuck to your sweaty forehead and look through the bush again to see the minotaur is much further now.

"Can we go or is he going to come back?” You chew on your bottom lip, “...should we just stay here for a bit?"

"You can do whatever you want, doll. I'm flattered that you want to be this close to me for longer-"

He cuts himself off when you unexpectedly lean over into his space, your nose mere inches from his own. There's a fiery glint in your eyes as you lean even closer, making him move away and sit back.

"What ever happened to you threatening to kill me, hm?" The taunting smirk on your pure little lips has him swallowing, "Have I really had that much of an effect on you, demon? Feeling a little weak? Poor little thing."

Before he gets a chance to reply, you stand up. When his gaze follows you, his teeth grind at the sight of you looking down on him, a pitying smile directed right at the demon.

Neither of you says anything.

You can see his chest rising and falling in heavy angry breaths as he glares up at the 'human' that has suddenly become bold.

But it doesn't affect you.

At this moment, he is below you.

Finally, he stands up; once again towering over you as he glowers.

But he says nothing.

For the first time, he truly doesn't have a comeback.

You see him swallow before he shoulders past you.

Once he's far enough away, you let out the breath you were holding. Then you look upwards and send a quick prayer of gratitude before turning and following him.

The silence in the forest is unsettling, almost as if the trees themselves are afraid of the circle guardian's presence lurking about.

You're not sure where the minotaur went, but with how loud its footsteps were when it first approached the two of you, you're not worried about it sneaking up.

He keeps a good distance between you as he leads the way, saying nothing.

It's not uncommon for him to be in a mood, but this one feels different. What you did back there must have really struck a nerve.

You contemplate this as you walk through the gray wood.

The trees continue to grow closer, either that or your mind is seeing things that aren't there.

"Ah," You trip on a gnarled root that has found its way across the path and wound itself up into another root from a lumpy tree.

No, they're actually closer together. It's not in your head-

Wait a minute.

You look to your left and right as you walk, but everything is as still and silent as it's been since you came into the wood.

Something's different though.

Even as he continues to walk, you stop where you are.

A moment of dead silence passes, then you hear the smallest creak.

Then the slight rustle of dried leaves.

Now that you've stopped, you can see and hear things you couldn't while you were moving.

Another slow look around you and you know your suspicions were right.

The trees are ever so slowly growing closer and closer together as you stand there.

A long snake-like root slithers excruciatingly slowly past your bare feet, making its way to the other side of the path.

It's almost as if the trees themselves are trying to swallow the path whole; no wonder it's been feeling more and more cramped the further you walk.

You stand there for a moment, a sudden wave of sadness washing over you as the dead yet very much alive plants writhe around in search of more room to accommodate them.

The deep pit in your stomach has no reasoning behind it, at least not one that is clear to you right now.

JK keeps his eyes locked on the ground before him as he walks, not even flinching at the roots and twigs that twitch and reach for each other as he makes no attempt not to step on them as he passes.

Stupid fucking human.

Always thinking she's got something over his head, acting like she knows something he doesn't-

Wait.

He stops walking, coming to a complete stand still in the middle of the nearly undetectable path, all the roots grown over it and each other until they themselves have become the walkway through this section of the seventh circle.

Eyes narrowing, he quickly flits through everything the mortal has said and done since he had the misfortune of stumbling upon it.

His brain rifles through all of the information; every twitch of her eyelid when he says something specific, every little choke in her breath as she tries to get certain words out, even the way she's tried to conceal the pain consuming her body, as if he couldn't already tell. She's a whiny little bitch, but not as much as he would expect, knowing what her body must be going through at this point.

Why...in the ever-living fuck...has she not given up yet?

This other human.

This so-called best friend that she’s madly in love with, even though he clearly feels nothing for her.

That's where the answer lies, he's sure of it.

But who is it?

Surely he can figure it out without too much trouble.

Enough wasting his time with trying useless methods of breaking down her spirit-

What if something were to happen to the best friend?

If he means enough to her to make her endure Hell to get him the Flame, she will be willing to do anything for him.

The demon pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it as he stares at a dead leaf bitterly.

Other humans typically break when it comes to things such as pain and longing that are brought upon themselves. This one is different.

She might be smart, but she's not brave enough to challenge him if he brings the best friend into the equation.

Whatever it takes.

JK turns his head, expecting to see her watching him silently as she always does; zoning out and not paying attention to a damn thing like the useless human she is.

But she's not there.

He stares at the empty space where she's supposed to be for a solid minute. Then he finally turns the rest of his body around, hands moving to his hips as he sighs loudly.

Where the fuck did she go this time?

Idiot.

He walks back down the path a little ways, brows furrowing more the further he goes without coming upon her.

Foolish fucking mortal-

The demon stops when he finally sees her standing in the middle of the path.

She seems out of it, more so than usual.

The faraway look in her eyes is clear even from where he is, almost twenty feet away.

"What are you doing?"

No acknowledgments of his words follow.

He sighs through his nose and walks closer, noticing that her hands are clenched into fists at her sides as she stares at a branch on the ground that fell from its tree some time ago.

"I'm not going to stand around and wait for your lazy ass."

Isn't that exactly what you're doing?

He grits his teeth.

There's no sign of her even hearing his threats.

Reaching out a hand, he roughly pushes her shoulder, making her rock back a little before she seems to slowly come out of whatever trance she was just in.

You blink slowly, seeing his strikingly handsome face come into view before blurring a bit, then clearing up again a second later.

"Hm?"

"What do you mean, hm?" He snaps, "What's so fucking important about a stupid branch that you're being so dramatic and wasting my time?" As he says it, he kicks the branch, not even watching as it flies a little ways off the path and lands in the decayed grass with a soft thump.

Your brows furrow in confusion at his outburst.

"What are you talking about?"

He's about to lose it, then he suddenly realizes that you're not just fucking with him.

You're genuinely confused.

As you silently watch him look you over with a suspicious gaze, you try to wrack your brain for an answer as to why you were just standing there, frozen.

Nothing comes to mind.

"We should keep going," You eventually whisper.

JK rolls his eyes dramatically, "Oh should we? Pardon me for making this whole fucking shitshow take longer by standing around like a moron!!"

His last words echo around the forest, making you cringe at the shattering of the silence.

A moment passes, the quiet even more achingly evident than before, even the roots halting their journeys to the other side.

Then you look at him, an eyebrow raised in unamused judgment.

His mouth twists in annoyance as he tries not to say anything else.

Then he leans down close to your face and hisses fiercely, "Just fucking walk."

Unable to help yourself, you stick your tongue out at him as he pulls away.

He scoffs but says nothing more as he turns and continues deeper into the unsettling silence waiting ahead.

As you walk along behind him, you mumble to yourself, mocking his grumpy insults.

You know he can hear you, but he doesn’t make you stop, just lets you continue to huff and puff quietly.

If that’s how you wish to entertain yourself, he doesn’t care.

As long as he doesn’t have to speak to you to keep you from whining at him.

It’s a win in his book.

“Walk, walk, walk, just walk, walk, walk. Stop whining, you’re so stupid, meh meh meh,” You watch your feet in order not to trip, “Idiot, so stupid, bleh bleh bleh. No need to be so mean. Jeez.”

“Think you could complain a little quieter?”

“I won’t.”

He rolls his eyes.

After another few minutes, you realize that maybe you should’ve been more quiet.

But you’ll never admit that.

Once again, you don’t hear it until you see him freeze.

To be fair, he was the one that yelled not long ago.

The heavy footfalls soon reach your ears after you stop behind him.

Again??

Before you can even panic, there’s a harsh grip on your wrist and suddenly he’s taking off through the brush and dragging you with him.

You’re stumbling along behind him, head whipping left and right as you try to figure out where the minotaur is coming from.

The uncovered parts of your feet are stinging as the pale twigs stab unforgivingly.

If they’re in pain, you should be too.

The echoing footsteps sound like they’re coming from everywhere all at once. You don’t understand how the demon knows where to go.

An ear piercing roar makes your chest tighten with horror, the spindly trees quivering along with you.

Eyes locked on the back of his silky black shirt, you focus only on not falling.

Then he’s pushing you into a tree.

You wince at the pain in your wings from being pinned between your back and the rough bark.

His hands are on your shoulders, keeping you in place.

After the initial shock of pain, you notice that he’s breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly as he keeps you against the trunk.

You gulp and breathe carefully, trying not to think about anything but being quiet.

He looks down at you, black hair falling into his dark eyes as he glares at you before speaking lowly.

“I told you to be quiet.”

“Sorry,” You whisper back.

He shakes his head, still catching his breath.

The sound of something large crashing through the forest makes you freeze up again as he pushes you more into the tree, arms on either side of you and locking you in.

Almost as if he’s acting like a shield, the only thing that would be between you and the minotaur…

You don’t notice when the loud crashing eventually gets further and further away.

Neither does he.

There’s a thick heat in the air, different from that of Hell’s typical weather.

When he looks down at you again, it only gets worse.

You’re staring into his eyes, not a single word spoken between you.

The demon swallows the lump in his throat as he looks at the ridiculous doe-eyed human that has caused him nothing but grief since first they met.

Then he’s leaning down, eyes searching your face carefully, as if the answer to all of his questions is written there somewhere, if only he can find it.

When you see him moving closer, you notice that he’s not smirking. He’s not whispering lustful words to try and tempt you into something. Even the look in his eyes is different.

He’s not trying to confuse, or trick, or threaten you in any way.

Soft but cold fingers are suddenly cupping just under your jaw, his thumb barely on your left cheek.

JK leans in even closer.

You’re drawing him in, like a spider in its web; ready to capture the prize that mistakenly ended up there.

For the first time, he thinks he might actually be the fly.

He knows this.

And yet he doesn’t stop.

He comes closer still, until his forehead barely touches yours.

“Damn it.”

His breath fans over your lips.

What is she doing to him?

What is this mere mortal doing to him?

Unable to resist it when he pulls away, you bring your hands up and cup his cheeks in order to stop his retreat.

His eyes lock on yours, a look of pure shock in his.

The warmth of your hands sends something deep into the untouched parts inside of him. Somewhere he has never dared to explore.

A place so dark and twisted that even he will not acknowledge it.

You pull him closer, nose bumping his and your soft breath warming his skin in a way he never thought was possible.

He watches silently as you seem to struggle internally with yourself for a moment, eyes closed.

Then you move and ever so gently place your mouth close to his ear, lips more soft than he’d have ever guessed.

“Not yet,” You whisper before pulling away, not missing the way he almost chases after your lips when you move back.

The look in his eyes as he stares into yours sucks the breath out of you.

Then suddenly he’s moving back, taking his arms from beside you and dragging his eyes away.

It’s like a switch has gone off in him. The dark curtain has returned in his eyes, the stiff and irritated aura that always surrounds him back stronger than before.

“You’re so gullible,” He scoffs.

You say nothing, not denying nor confirming his words.

You know he’s trying to regain his control.

You know that he almost gave in, and it was in no way an attempt to make you fall down that slippery slope of temptation.

It was his own want.

He’s not going to admit that, though.

The way he won’t even look at you before gesturing and muttering something about continuing is telling enough.

Just as the long silence was painful enough to make one's ears bleed, the sudden noise is almost a thousand times worse.

It comes out of nowhere.

One moment you were walking behind him along the path, the next there were the sounds of screams so tortured that your heart lodged itself in your throat and you stopped cold, the blood running through you freezing in your veins.

You hadn't even realized you were turning around to run the other direction, until you felt a hand grab the neck of your cardigan and unceremoniously yank you back.

The instinct to fight the demon as he wrestles you into a secure hold is strong, but you're no match against the strong arms that pin your back into his chest.

Only seconds pass before he's practically lifting you off the path and carrying you behind a thick tree.

"Calm down, you idiot!" He hisses in your ear.

"I don't wanna look- please! JK please!" You breathe out, panicky, "Please- please don't make me look, I don't- I can't-"

The feeling of you shaking in his arms gives him pause for a millisecond before he's back to rolling his eyes at your weakness.

The tears come before you can even process what's happening.

Because it's too late.

You already saw; you're already staring straight at a thin middle-aged man, covered in something red and steaming as he screams while trying to climb out of the deep river of boiling blood that is full of his heartless companions.

The only reason he never climbs out is because each time he tries; an arrow is shot at him, causing him to shriek again before tumbling back into the thick crimson waves. The other sinners fare no better.

Centaurs patrol the sides of the river, crossbows at the ready as they shoot mercilessly at anyone that tries to escape.

Dear Lord, please help me.

An anguished cry falls from your own lips as you try desperately to close your eyes.

Help me.

He tightens the grip he has on you before turning you both around so that his back is facing the river and all you can see are the once again colorless trees.

The sight of a weeping angel wrapped in the arms of a demon as he slowly sinks to the ground with her would baffle any living thing.

"You won’t be able to close your eyes, just look at the trees," He mumbles as you cry uncontrollably.

‘Can't close your eyes.’

‘Look at the blood upon your hands.’

‘Look at what you chose to do.’

‘Would you do it again?’

‘Of course you would-’

That haunting voice that entered your mind when you were being thrown around in the second circle creeps back in, sending a burning chill into your bones.

‘-because look at that blood you drown in.’

‘Look at that blood upon your hands.'

‘It's too beautiful to resist.’

‘You hate Him, don't you?’

‘You hate Him because He did this to you.’

‘He created you.’

‘Look at His creation now.’

‘Wallowing in the blood of innocent victims.’

‘So pathetic.’

‘But you'd do it again, wouldn't you?’

‘Of course you would-’

Your whole body is shaking like a leaf as you use every ounce of strength in you to push that vile voice from your brain.

You will not stand to hear it.

You know who it is now.

You know those words were not aimed at you, but at the prisoners here. As they were in the second circle.

They merely happened to get stuck in your head as a side-effect of being present there.

You will not listen to the poisonous wretch.

Get out.

Get out of my head.

You are not allowed in my mind.

Get out right now.

GET! OUT!

JK feels your whole body tense up for a few moments, then you slump against him, no longer fighting.

You stare blankly at the black and white and gray smudges around you, the sound of screams muffling as you blink slowly.

"-is it?"

A loud ringing pierces your ears as you stare ahead numbly.

You can't close your eyes, but at least you aren't watching what is happening behind you.

"-ell me what's-"

A small smile lifts the corners of your lips when you see the wispy image of two little kids running through the naked trees, their ghostly laughter reaching your ears.

"-idiot. You n-"

"Apple!"

"Hey-"

"You're late, Apple-"

"Hey!"

"I'm sorry," The mumbled words from your lips make the demon frown in confusion as he gently smacks your forehead.

"Hey, come to your senses, idiot."

He sighs and adjusts you the best he can with your dead weight as you mumble and stare at something deep in the forest that isn't there.

When you slump back into his chest, he gives up and leans back with a heavy sigh, his long legs parted to fit your figure in between them, his arms behind him as he leans on his hands, shaking his head in irritation.

As if the situation could've gotten any worse.

They must be having fun.

You swallow, your dry throat making it a bit hard to breathe.

You can feel hands grabbing at you as you start to slip, a voice calling to you, but the words are whisked away by the wind.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I won't let go.

The rest of the dead forest fades away, soon being replaced by lush bushes full of berries, trees full of long branches that squirrels scamper across, and golden sunlight kissing the soft earth.

Cold fingers touch your face.

Warm sun heats up your freezing cheeks.

A chilled breath whispers something softly.

You want to whisper back.

The words get stuck in your throat.

You don't have to be scared anymore.

I can take care of you now.

I promise.

I'll never let go again.

The sound of a bubbling brook reaches your ears, followed by little giggles that float through the air and dance through the ruffling leaves of the apple tree.

They sound so happy.

You blink slowly, the smile on your face growing a little more even as your consciousness slips from you.

Then you can see them once more.

Running.

Running through the trees.

There's the swing, gently swinging back and forth before jolting when the little girl grabs the rope handles, laughing loudly before a squeal leaves her lips.

The boy is there, touching her shoulder gently, "Get on, I'll push you."

She climbs onto the swing as he holds it steady, then he moves behind it and holds the ropes tightly and walks backwards.

"Hold on tight, Apple. This is going to be the highest one yet!"

The small girl has a huge radiant smile on her face as she kicks her feet excitedly, waiting patiently as her best friend pulls the swing back farther than usual before letting go.

As he pushes her, the smile on his face widens at the sound of her joy.

"Higher!"

The blue sky and fluffy white clouds peek through the leaves above her, a mesmerizing view.

This must be what it feels like to fly.

She closes her eyes and pictures soaring up and up.

She has wings like a bird.

Maybe they're blue.

Maybe they're black.

Maybe they're white.

She looks down at the tops of the trees, the tufts of green that look so different from up above.

Nothing can reach her up here.

Here she can laugh.

Here she can cry.

The sun is so close that it reaches out to kiss her cheek as she flies by.

Here there is no pain.

There is no fear.

Here she is free.

She calls to him.

He can be free too.

She calls for him to come have fun.

He has wings like a bird.

Maybe they're blue.

Maybe they're white.

Maybe they're black.

It's okay.

Nothing can reach them up here.

Here they can laugh, and cry, and love.

Here there is no pain.

There is no fear.

Here she can live.

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a/n: tysm for being so patient loves, it's good to finally be back 😭

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quitealotofsodapop · 1 year ago

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Ok but the cousin who works for Lao Tzu indirectly revealed Wukong's high risk pregnancy to the Celestial Realm. She was just working with Lao Tzu and talking about her day with her auntie when she had a slip of the tongue,

"OH! And she wanted me to deliver some care gifts to Sun Wukong. For the Egg."

Lao Tzu, interest peaked, "What Egg?"

"Sun Wukong's Egg. That's what everyone's been calling the unborn baby he's been carrying since the Journey to the West. News got out when that dethroned spider tried to take over the city and started kidnapping demons left and right. My cousins were in the room when they discovered Wukong was pregnant!"

And since they were on their way to visit the Jade Emperor for soem meeting, quite a few Celestials heard this. Including Nez Ha and Erlang. Chaos ensues whe they all collectively realized Wukogn had been with CHILD while under the Mountain and potentially the Furnace (most not realizing it was the mountain that created the baby and thinking he'd just been that way before his capture/surrender)

Oh gosh, what Bo makes up for her cousins in brain cells, she lacks in ability to recognise when something is classified knowledge.

She just spills the tea to Lao Tzu on complete accident while walking past the other high-ranking Celestials, and soon all of Heaven knows that;

Sun Wukong is pregnant (he can do that?)!

He's been pregnant for centuries. Apparently as far back as the start of the Journey.

He's been keeping it a secret for pretty much that whole time.

Apparently the Six Eared Macaque is to blame? Wait, isn't he dead???

Nezha is just screaming with the realisation that "I fought a pregnant person! What kind of warrior am I?! My mother would be so ashamed of me!"

Erlang just stands there with a blank look on his face; guilt crashing into him at the thought that he possibly sent an expectant parent into the Furnance.

Word eventually makes it straight to the Jade Emperor himself, and the big man can only verbalize "Huh. Good for him." before locking himself in his office and yelling at a wall for the next week cus he knows his wife and/or the bodhisattva Guanyin is about to kick his ass when they find out about this.

#lmk demon accountant #slow boiled stone egg au #stone egg talk #pregnancy tw #sun wukong #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk nezha #lmk erlang

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malarkgirlypop · 5 months ago

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MEDIC! Part 33 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Whoops I was supposed to post this ages ago, also all my promises of fixing the situation may have been a small lie. But I'm sure you will all forgive me!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, not hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @imusicaddict, @b00ks1ut , @mstiemountainhop, @awaterfalls anyone else please let me know.

The CO’s had kept quiet about my outburst, which I was thankful for. But they now also avoided me, like Don. There was nobody else to blame but myself. I sighed, massaging my temples with my fingers, the stress of the war was supposed to be over, but here I was making it harder than it needed to be.

I hardly saw the rest of the troops often, they were so busy with training and when they were finally done, all they wanted to do was sleep. I was back to my loner self.

My strolls had turned into hike’s, I walked as far and as long as I possibly could until the sun started to dip behind the mountains.

I strolled through one of the small villages, it was one of the more busy places. It was always hustling with life, with markets, shops and bars that lined the street.

“Emily?” A feminine voice called to me. I glanced over my shoulder to find one of the field nurses that I always spoke to when I went to the aid stations.

“Ruth!” I beamed at the pretty lady as she approached me. When she was close enough she pulled me in tight for a hug. We hadn’t seen each other in a while due to no one really needing to go to the aid stations.

“How have you been?” I asked as we pulled away from each other.

“So good, this is like a mini holiday! They don’t have much for us to do, so most days the girls and I just sightsee, before they decide they want to ship us all home again.” Her smile was infectious, I found myself grinning back at her. It didn’t help that this was the most human interaction I had gotten in a while.

“Oh well you deserve it. You ladies worked so hard.” I said as I squeezed her hand.

“What about you? Do they still have you working hard?” She asked.

“No, there is nothing much for me to do. The men are all busy training for if they are needed in the Pacific.”

“Gosh those poor men. I hope they don’t have to go, I heard it was diabolical over there.” Ruth shook her head, a worried look crossed her features. It didn’t last long as she turned back to me and gleamed.

“You know what, the girls and I are going out for drinks tonight!” Ruth’s eyes lit up as she told me.

“That’s so fun!”

“You should come along. All the nurses would love to see you, and it’s just us, so we can have a girl’s night.” Ruth took hold of my hands and squealed with excitement.

“Me?” I asked.

“Yes of course. We all went out yesterday and came back with gorgeous dresses. So we are ditching the uniforms and going all out. Please say you’ll make it!” Her face watched me eagerly.

“I can come. I think I have a dress somewhere, but I don’t have any makeup.” I thought back to the dress that Renee had given me, which felt like years ago. I hoped that it was still in one piece, I hadn’t looked at it since she had given it to me.

“Why don’t we buy some?” The brunette pointed over at one of the shops that lined the streets. I hadn’t gone into any of them since I didn’t have any money.

“I would love to. But I didn’t bring any cash with me.” I grimaced at her. “Plus I don’t have much. I send it all home.” I lied.

“That’s no bother, it’s on me.” She didn’t let me utter another word dragging me along behind her.

We spent an hour in the shop as she swatched at least every product. Ruth said she wanted me to have something to bring home.

“Lipstick, mascara and eyeliner!” She begged.

“I can’t let you buy all of that for me, it's too much.” I tried to get her to put back the items but she moved them out of reach from me.

“No, it’s the necessity for a night out. I picked out the prettiest red shade that will match your complexion so well!” Ruth popped off the cap of the lipstick, twisting it out of the tube.

“Come on Emily, you’ll look so pretty, you might even catch a good looking man or two.” Ruth winked at me. I hid my laughter behind my hand.

“Fine!! But you’ll have to let me buy you a drink.” I would have to steal some cash from Lieb or someone, I would give them all of the smokes I had stashed away.

“Deal!” Ruth nodded in enthusiasm as she trotted off to the counter to pay.

I said my goodbyes, thanking Ruth again for all of the goodies she had brought me. She had told me she would send a car around 5 o’clock to come pick me up from the base.

We parted ways with a hug and ‘see you later’.

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I touched up the lipstick that Ruth had kindly brought for me. She was right, it did suit my complexion. I had never been one for bright colours, I felt like it drew too much attention, I normally avoided it. But with the soft blue dress Renee gave me, it made me look that much more put together.

I had showered and shaved, even going as far as styling my hair. Not that I could do much with it, my curls had gotten so long that they nearly touched my butt.

I had taken the sides that framed my face and pinned them up, sporting a half-up half-down look. I left small curls around my features that sat on cheekbones, giving me a softer appearance. I applied a generous amount of mascara and tight-lined my water line, making my lash line appear thicker. I didn’t need to wear blush. My pale skin always had rosy cheeks and a sunkissed nose.

Standing back, I took in my appearance in the mirror. A girl stood in front of me, one I hadn't seen in a long time. She looked young and pretty, surely that wasn’t me.

I brushed the non-existent lint from the front of the dress nervously fidgeting. What would people say when they say me, I wonder if they think I’m trying too hard?

Renee’s dress was beautiful. The material was satin so it shined in the light. The sleeves came above my elbows and were slightly ruched down the seams, same for the neckline. The material was pleated at the tops of my shoulders that continue down to under my breasts, which accentuated the curves of them. The fabric parted in the middle, letting my cleavage slightly show. The waist hugged mine, giving me an hourglass shape, the skirt then cascaded down to just above my shin.

I looked so elegant.

My watch read ten to, so I got a move on. Stashing the cash I had nicked from Lieb in my bra, before taking one last glance in the mirror before heading out the door.

I made it to the street where the car would be coming to collect me. I was early, so I stood on the side of the road letting my mind wander. I was away with the fairies, I didn’t notice the men had all finished their training for the day and were making their way back home.

“Guten Tag, baby doll.” I heard from behind me. I turned around to find a smirking Lieb, I gasped in shock taking a step back. His face dropped, mirroring my horror.

“YOU’RE A GIRL!” Lieb yelled, pointing at me. I looked at the man incredulously.

“What?! Lieb, what the fuck.” I tried to get him to keep quiet, bringing my finger to my lips. Lieb continued to gape at me.

“I’ve always been a girl, what are you on about!” I growled at him, trying to keep my voice low. I didn’t want all the unnecessary attention.

“No, you’re not a girl all the time.” Joe tried to counter.

“I am always a girl. What do you think when I put on my uniform I magically grow a cock and balls?” I quipped at the speechless man who was still staring at me in disbelief.

“Ew, I thought you were someone else Em.” Lieb said astounded. I scoffed at him. He pretended to give a disturbed shiver. I think he was more weirded out that he had flirted with me.

“Just tell me I look nice, you dick.” I shook my head at him.

As luck would have it the rest of the Easy men strolled right past us. Lieb and I spotted them at the same time, I waved my hands in front of me trying to stop what I knew was about to come next.

“LUZ COME LOOK AT THIS!” Lieb cupped his hands around his mouth, echoing his voice across the distance. The group walking with Luz turned their attention onto Lieb, who enthusiastically waved them over.

Luz came bounding towards us, as the rest of the men slowly made their way behind him. George glanced at me, giving a polite smile and turning to Lieb. His head snapped around to look at me again, doing a double take.

He gawked at me for a second before sobering. A charming smile plastered itself onto his face as he closed the distance between us.

“Oh my who is this pretty dame?” Luz bowed like an idiot. George took my hand and kissed the back of it, grinning up at me like the Cheshire cat. I pretended to swat him away. The rest of the men had finally made their way over to us.

“Darlin’ don’t you look beautiful.” Bull beamed at me.

“Thank you Bull. See Lieb, that is how you pay a woman a compliment.” I smiled at Bull as he winked at me. Lieb rolled his eyes, sending me his signature smirk.

Babe scared the living daylights out of me as he sprinted towards me, not looking like he was about to put the brakes on at any point. I squealed as he grabbed my waist, hoisting me up above his head and spinning us in a circle.

“Look at you Em.” He placed me back on the ground keeping his hands on my waist, I grinned at him.

“Someone taking you out?” Lip asked from behind as Babe stepped back. The men grew quiet, their brains firing all at once. Before I could answer there was an uproar of sound from the guys.

“Who’s the man? Is he picking you up? Is it Malarkey?” Lieb asked sternly, the other men doing the same.

“Where are you going, why do you look so nice?” Babe's voice was overlapped by the other voices.

“Malarkey never mentioned he was going out tonight?” Lip mumbled. I looked around at the men as they rambled on.

“HEY!” I pulled their focus back onto me.

“Firstly it’s none of your goddamn business, but if you must know, no I am not going on a date. I am going out for a drink with the field nurses to a local pub. I don't know the name, and their car is coming to pick me up in about 4 minutes, so you all need to scram.” I took a breath after I answered all of their questions.

“And no Malarkey is not going to be heartbroken, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I looked towards Lip who smiled at me. No one had caught on that we were fighting, since they all thought I was going out with Don tonight.

I watched Luz turn in a circle looking for said man. But he was nowhere to be seen.

“Don’t you think he should see you before you go?” Lieb asked, tilting his head as he did so.

I didn’t get time to answer as a car horn honked from behind me. Ruth waved at me from the passenger seat, smiling brightly at me.

“Em, get in.”

I waved back at her, nodding my head. I turned to the men standing in front of me. “I’ll see you all later. Don’t wait up!”

The men said goodbye as I headed towards the car, climbing into the back seat where a few of the other nurses sat. I turned and gave one last wave to the group on the side of the road as the car pulled away from the curb.

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Chapter 34

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