#Don't be distracted in his presence because you WILL be tamed

[apollomes-supremacy]

Kinda surprised by the amount of art of Eros messing with animals and other creatures just because

Eros bearing a fawn

Eros chasing a deer

Eros riding deers

Eros riding a crab (??????)

Eros riding dolphins (X X X) (WHY DOES HE HAVE A WHIP. PUT THAT DOWN.)

Eros riding a tiger

Eros riding Aegipan

Eros riding a centaur

Hes such a little menace. I love him actually

[lilacwants]

ensnared.

18+ notes: ensnared is finally back! coding is a blessing fr... ̤̮ summary: Homelander becomes dangerously obsessed with you, a new supe whose powers of possession challenge his control. Your intense attraction spirals into a lethal game of desire and even power. warnings: Homelander being homelander, sublander, morally grey! fem reader. word count: 1.5k

The Seven's headquarters were never quiet, even in the dead of the night. Homelander paced the halls, his footsteps echoing against the sterile floors. Tonight, though, his mind wasn't on the usual politics of Vought or his public image. Tonight, he was obsessed.

It started a few weeks ago when you had just joined The Seven. Vought had been vague about your origins, only mentioning that your powers were unique and invaluable. Stan Edgar had personally recommended you and it was easy to see why. Your abilities included mind control and a hypnotic form of seduction that even the strongest of wills struggled to resist.

Homelander prided himself on his control, but you tested him in ways he hadn't anticipated. He found himself drawn to you, his thoughts consumed by your every movement and the sultry tone of your voice.

Tonight, he couldn’t shake the image of you from his mind. The way you moved through battle earlier, your body sleek and fluid like a snake hunting its prey. The others watched in awe, but Homelander felt something deeper—an uncontrollable desire that both excited and infuriated him.

He spotted you on the balcony of one of the observation rooms, alone and staring out over the city. The dim lights cast shadows that danced across your face, enhancing your already enchanting features. You didn't flinch when he entered, your senses attuned to his presence as if you had been expecting him.

"Mesmera," he greeted, his voice a controlled growl.

You turned slowly, your eyes meeting his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. "Homelander," you replied, your voice a soft purr.

He took a step closer, his gaze locked onto yours. "You're becoming quite the distraction."

A slow smile spread across your lips. "Is that a complaint or a compliment?"

"Both," he admitted, taking another step. He was close enough now to feel the warmth radiating from your body, to catch the faint scent of something intoxicating that clung to your skin. "What is it about you that makes it so hard to focus?"

You tilted your head, considering him for a moment. "Maybe it's the way you can't control me," you said, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Or maybe it's because you see a reflection of your own darkness in me."

His jaw tightened. No one spoke to him like this, but you weren't like anyone else. "You're playing a dangerous game," he warned, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

You leaned into his touch, your eyes never leaving his. "I think you like dangerous games."

For a moment, he was tempted to give in to the magnetic pull between you. But he knew that giving in meant losing control and that was something he couldn't afford yet. Not even for you.

"You might be right," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But don't think for a second that you can tame me."

Your smile widened, revealing a hint of something predatory. "I wouldn't dream of it. I prefer to let the wild remain wild."

The tension between you was palpable, an electric charge that threatened to ignite at any moment. Homelander stepped back, his eyes still locked onto yours. "This isn't over," he said, a promise and a threat intertwined in his words.

You nodded, your smile never faltering. "I wouldn't want it to be."

As he turned to leave, he felt your eyes on him, a silent reminder of the dangerous game you were playing. A game that could tear you apart or bind you together in ways neither of you could foresee.

One thing was certain: in the end, you would both bear the scars of this deadly attraction.

In the days that followed, Homelander found it increasingly difficult to maintain his composure. Every meeting, every mission, every casual encounter with you chipped away at the carefully constructed facade he wore. Your presence was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive, making it hard to think straight. He hated the power you had over him, yet he craved it at the same time.

One evening, during a debriefing in the conference room, you caught his eye across the table. Your lips curled into a knowing smile, and he felt his pulse quicken. He forced himself to look away, focusing on the dull drone of A Train's report. But his thoughts were a storm, swirling with images of you, your voice, your touch.

After the meeting, he cornered you in the hallway. The space was narrow, the walls closing in on him as he stood inches from you. "We need to talk," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

"Is this about my performance?" you asked innocently, though your eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Don't play games with me," he snapped. "You know damn well what this is about."

You arched an eyebrow. "Enlighten me."

He clenched his fists, struggling to keep his temper in check. "You've been toying with me. Pushing my buttons. I don't appreciate being manipulated."

"Manipulated?" You laughed softly. "I'm not manipulating you, Homelander. Everything you're feeling is real."

"Real or not, it needs to stop," he growled. "I can't afford distractions."

"And yet, here you are," you murmured, stepping closer until your bodies were almost touching. "Chasing after the very distraction you claim to want to avoid."

His breath hitched as you placed a hand on his chest, your touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. "You're a walking contradiction, Homelander. You say one thing, but your actions tell a different story."

For a moment, he was paralyzed, torn between the desire to push you away and the urge to pull you closer. His mind screamed for control, but his body betrayed him, leaning into your touch.

"You think you can control everything," you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. "But some things are beyond your control. Some things are meant to be wild and free."

With a growl of frustration, he grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away from his chest. "You're dangerous," he said, his voice shaking with a mix of anger and desire. "And not just to me. To the team. To Vought."

"Then maybe you should do something about it," you challenged, your eyes blazing with defiance.

He stared at you, his grip tightening on your wrist. The air between you crackled with tension, a battle of wills that neither of you was willing to lose. Slowly, he released your wrist, stepping back as if burned.

"This isn't over," he repeated, his voice a rough whisper. "I won't let you destroy everything I've built."

You smiled a hint of sadness in your eyes. "I'm not here to destroy, Homelander. I'm here to uncover the truth. About you. About me. About all of us."

As he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was losing control, not just of you, but of himself. The line between attraction and obsession was becoming dangerously blurred, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold on without crossing it entirely.

The days turned into weeks, and the tension between you and Homelander only grew. Every encounter was charged with unspoken words and barely restrained desire. The other members of The Seven began to notice, casting curious glances your way, but no one dared to intervene.

One night, after a particularly gruelling mission, Homelander found himself standing outside your quarters. He didn't know how he had ended up there, but he couldn't bring himself to leave. He raised his hand to knock, hesitated, and then lowered it again, feeling foolish.

Just as he turned to go, the door opened, and there you stood, silhouetted in the dim light. "Couldn't sleep?" you asked, your voice soft and inviting.

"Something like that," he admitted, his eyes drinking in the sight of you.

You stepped aside, allowing him to enter. The room was small and sparsely furnished, a stark contrast to the opulence of his own quarters. But it felt more real, more grounded. He watched as you moved to the window, your silhouette framed by the city lights.

"Why do you do it?" he asked suddenly. "Why do you push me like this?"

You turned to face him, your expression unreadable. "Because I see the real you, Homelander. The man behind the mask. And I think you need someone who isn't afraid to challenge you."

He took a step closer, the distance between you shrinking. "And what if I don't want to be challenged? What if I just want to forget, even for a moment?"

"Then you have to let go," you whispered, closing the gap between you. "You have to trust that not everything needs to be controlled."

With a trembling hand, he reached out, cupping your face gently. For the first time in as long as he could remember, he allowed himself to be vulnerable. And in that moment, he realized that maybe, just maybe, he didn't have to do it all alone.

As your lips met, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you, tangled in a web of desire and defiance. It was a dangerous game, but for now, it was the only game that mattered.

[daechvvitas]

BOYFRIEND MATERIAL

how i think each member would be like as a boyfriend part one - hyung line edition

WARNINGS: mentions of daddy k ink, praise k ink, brat taming, d*ggystyle, oral, bee dee ess em, degradation

A/N: this is a mixture of sfw/nsfw. thanks for requesting, anon! minors, dni.

NAMJOON

He's the most self conscious about the songs he writes about you. You're his biggest source of inspiration, so that means he wants the lyrics to be perfect. It throws him off kilter because normally, he can write a song in one sitting. Even in an ER room. But when they're about you, it's different. He likes the challenge, though. He feels like it makes him a better writer.

He points out baby shoes and clothing to you every time you guys are at a store. He's still not sure if he wants to have a kid or not but he can't help but still find the items super fucking adorable.

He has a bit of a daddy k ink. He never thought he would been into it but the first time it slipped out of your mouth, his brain went to static and he fucked you harder than he'd ever done before.

He buys you books specifically curated to your taste. Even more, he buys himself a copy too so that he can keep up with what you like.

He talks you through sex. It's full of a lot of praise and encouragement. "Look how good you're taking me" and the sorts. He also loves hearing validation from you that it feels good and he's doing well.

He hates when the two of you argue but he physically cannot stop himself from having the last word. What can I say? The man likes to be right. And sometimes, that stubbornness can lead to huge blow outs. He always makes it up to you, though. After a cool-off period, he'll come back with calmer logic and won't rest until the situation is resolved.

SEOKJIN

He always makes you meals, even when his schedule is insane. If he has to wake up in the wee hours to have it cooked and waiting in the fridge for you, then so be it.

He's a brat tamer. And he's damn good at it. Even if you don't have a particularly submissive nature, he'll have you a whimpering, shaking mess by the end of the night. But those intense nights come with the best aftercare. He'll run you a bath, make you food, and give you a ton of cuddles.

He's insistent on doing things for you, even if it annoys you. Grabbing things from high places, opening doors... You name it. He just likes showing how much he cares about you through action.

He's the type to jokingly rile you up but then end up actually getting really mad, which leads to arguments that could have been avoided.

Unfortunately, he has a bit of the gamer boyfriend syndrome. He does not like being interrupted when he's playing his games. He is a sucker for you, though. So he's willing to free up one of his hands to give you the attention you so desperately want. And no, he doesn't plan on muting his mic so you better keep those moans quiet.

He takes personal offense if he's not your bias or if you rocking any BT21 character that isn't RJ. He'll definitely give you a playful but bombastic side eye until you either change or admit that he is the only option to be your bias.

YOONGI

He wouldn't consider himself a 'romantic' but he shows that he cares through quality time. Even if you're just in the living room watching a show, he'll always quietly sit next to you. Just so you know he's always there.

Alternatively, he loves when you do the same. His genius lab is a sacred place that even his members don't dare to enter unless it's for work. But for you? It's an open door policy. Your presence motivates him more than it distracts him.

Speaking of his studio, the two of you have definitely fucked there. Multiple times. The first time it happened was just sort of a spur of the moment type of things but now, you live to bend over for him, chest pressed against the knobs of his music equipment as he thrusts into you.

He shares his food with you without any complaints or annoyance. If he notices you want a taste of whatever he has, he immediately offers it to you. Not even just a bite, either. He'll give you the whole thing.

He likes taking his time with you. There's a lot of foreplay where the tongue technology comes in hand. He loves to lick you, taste you, make you fall apart with just his mouth.

He prefers dates at home over dates out of the house, but he'll indulge you if you really want a night out. However, his ideal night would be cooking you both dinner, plenty of whiskey, and of course, you.

HOSEOK

Prepare to be touched all the time. Not even just sexually (though we'll get to that). He's just a very touchy feely boyfriend. Cheek kisses, hugs from behind, gripping your thigh. He just wants to feel your skin against his.

He loves sharing tea with you. He remembers every single piece of gossip you tell him, even if he doesn't know the parties involved, and enthusiastically picks whatever side you're on. In return, he always keeps you updated on the drama and insanity of his members' lives. There's really no secrets between you both.

He's a dom, for sure. When it's just the two of you behind closed doors, he feels comfortable enough to strip back the sunshine side and get to play with the darker side of him without judgement. He also finds it so hot that you trust him enough to go on wilder extremes together — tying you up, blindfolding you, spanking you. He craves having control over you.

His favorite form of aftercare is giving you a massage. Typically, he has you folded up like a pretzel as he has his way with you. So making sure your body is taken care of afterwards is of utmost importance. As he massages you, he likes to sweetly shower you with compliments just so you know that any degradation that occurred during sex does not hold true in real life.

He's the first to like your social media posts. Yes, he has notifications on just to make sure he's the first. It could be a selfie or a random picture of the sky and he's the first on the post, showering you with emojis.

Sometimes, he needs personal space. You didn't do anything wrong. But when things get hard at work or overwhelming in his personal life, he has the tendency to retract instead of engage. He doesn't ever have the heart to tell you that but you can tell by the short answers or less enthused interactions. The best thing you can do is give him that space to work through his head.

[hotheadedhero]

Turtles x Ballerina

A/N: Written with the Bayverse boys in mind. A cute little fluff thing with our turtles dating a ballerina reader.

Leonardo

Ballet is such a beautiful art form in his eyes, especially when you dance it. The way you move like the running water of a stream has him infatuated. Your devotion and knowing that you've been doing this from such a young age is amazing - drawing similar parallels to how he is with his Ninjistu. Because of this, you have a mutual understanding of your needs to take time for practice. How else will you both amount to the best of your abilities?

When you do get time for one another, more often than not you still find ways of practising in each other's presence. Leo isn't often easily distracted but you somehow find a way of holding his attention when you rehearse. He just can't find it in himself to look away when your body straightens out into a perfect arabesque.

"Shouldn't you be focusing on your own regime?" you ask through a grin, barely even looking in his direction.

All he can do is smile fondly as he returns to focusing on his forms. The only thing that can detour him from his training is you and he holds no shame in admitting it either.

Raphael

It's such a juxtaposition to how he is as a person. Raphael has always hated the way his family would call him aggressive, a brute who needs to reign in it, but those words ring true in his mind when he watches you dance. You are absolutely stunning - a porcelain ballerina inside a music box. How could someone as elegant and delicate as yourself possibly be with someone like him?

At the start of your relationship, he'd always fear that he'd somehow hurt you with just a simple touch of his fingers. Even after all this time, he still catches himself making a conscious effort to be more careful when you're in his arms. He just doesn't want to run the risk of hurting his precious ballerina. The way you hold yourself with such grandeur couldn't be more opposite to his stature.

So it's a surprise when you watch him sparring with his brothers and say, "You move so effortlessly! That was amazing."

It takes him for a spin but serves as a heartfelt reminder that deep down he isn't as barbaric as everyone else claims him to be. When it comes to you, anyway.

Donatello

He would probably find a way to think about your movements geometrically. The way you can thoughtlessly angle your arms and legs at such perfect angles is fascinating to him. Don't even get him started on the gentle momentum of your pirouette: it's as though you're in a state of inertia, only being forced to move by the tame tug of a magnet.

Much like Leo, he is just in awe of your movements. Dancing isn't much his thing, however, so he feels a little out of his depth when you want to dance with him. He's a thinker, a builder, a fighter; the only thing his hands and body are good for is inventing and taking down criminals. When you start playing the music, his mind trips over the basic forms you've tried to teach him through word of mouth, instead getting lost in the ways he could mess it up.

"Just turn that brain off for a moment," you say, wearing that sweet smile he loves as you hold his hands. "Keep your eyes on me, okay? I'll lead."

Admittedly, it's a clumsy display on his end but you two have fun, nonetheless. He also gains a new appreciation for what you do in that moment.

Michelangelo

This guy loves music, especially of the upbeat genres, so it's different to see what you dance to. That doesn't mean to say he doesn't like it though. Although it's a little slow-paced for his usual taste, he still loves it. He would probably try and teach you some of his moves and you would do the same for him. It's not a discredit to his abilities but he definitely struggles to replicate whatever it is you attempt to teach him.

Somehow, you find a way to integrate the fast-moving music with your graceful flow. The assumably opposing styles of dance turn out to work in perfect tandem with one another and it's actually pretty kick-ass! Not to mention, it's a good time when you try to implement each other's techniques in the little dancing sessions you often engage in. This is usually in the kitchen when you guys are cooking together with some tunes in the background.

"This kind of reminds me of that one movie," you muse. "I think it's called 'Save the Last Dance' or something."

Sure enough, you add it to one of your movie nights to watch together. None of the dancers in it have anything on you though.

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 38]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.3K

"We should take it to the vet tomorrow." You said as you and Yunho hovered over the kitten. You placed some wet cat food onto a paper plate and he was so quick to eat it up. Yes, you also learnt that the kitten is a boy.

"We should but the only free time we have is between morning and dinner service. Plus it's Friday so we're going to be busy." Yunho said.

"I'll do it after the morning shift then." You smiled.

"And by 'I', you mean 'we'." Yunho laughed and pressed his forehead against your temple. Instead of hovering, he sat on the floor and pulling you to sit on his lap.

"There, we can watch him like this." He said, resting his chin on your shoulder with his arms around your waist.

"It's late, you still have to drive back." You stood up. Yunho nodded in agreement.

"You can handle the little one?" Yunho chuckled. You hummed, smiling softly as you looked over at the kitten that was rolling all over your rug, happy to have a full belly of food.

Although Yunho wanted to ask to stay the night or thought that you would offer him that option, he didn't want to overstep so he willing got his coat to leave. Maybe you just wanted the house and your bed to yourself since you had all 8 of them over last night. He understood that you needed to recharge.

"Goodbye. I'll see you again tomorrow." Yunho said, gently stroking the kitten's head with the back of his finger.

"Thanks again for tonight." You said, looking up at him as he got ready to leave.

"No need to thank me. Have a good night, I'll see you tomorrow?" He tilted his head. You nodded and tip toed to give him a goodbye kiss before he headed out the door.

"Alright, let's set you up for the night." You said to the kitten. You cleared the used plates and brought the animal crate to your room.

"Here." You placed some blankets inside, making sure it was warm and comfortable before placing the kitten inside.

"There, all comfy for you." You chuckled. You didn't buy a cat bed because you didn't know if the kitten will be permenantly staying with you so you just grabbed a crate to ferry him around.

After making sure the kitten was settled, you went to remove all your makeup and take a shower. However, mid shower, you didn't expect a little black shadow to push open the bathroom door and enter. He let out a loud meow to establish his presence.

"Geez! You scared me!" You jumped slightly, placing a hand over your racing heart. But he just sat there, staring back at you with a tilt of his head.

"Don't be clingy like a golden retriever." You said, snickering. Once you stepped out, you changed into comfy home clothes.

"Hey, Hwa... I'm home." You said to Seonghwa with the phone on speaker as you did you skincare.

"Hey, sweetheart. I was about to call you. You don't have to come in for morning shift, you know? You can go home and rest after your morning session. We understand."

"I know but you guys can't keep giving me all these exceptions, it's not fair and unprofessional of me." You sighed.

"It's not exceptions. We're friends, practically family. We do it for anyone that needs it."

"I know that... And I'm really grateful for the 3 of you being so supportive. But it's fine, really. I'll be okay. Working would serve as a good distraction rather than just laying in bed." You said, finishing up your nightly routine of skincare. You took the phone with you as you did your laundry.

"But-"

*meow*

"D-Did you just meow at me?"

"What?! No, that's not me. I have a... house guest." You turned the call to a video call, turning the camera to show Seonghwa the kitten that was now curled by your feet.

"I thought you were only having dinner with Yunho's family! When did you get a cat?!"

"It's a long story. He's just staying with me until I can get him to a vet tomorrow and decide what to do with him." You informed.

"It's actually really funny, (y/n). You compare Yunho to a golden retriever every chance you get and now, it's like I'm seeing two of you. Can barely tell the difference."

"Very funny, Hwa. You'll be glad to know that Yunho's been making fun of me the whole night, comparing me to the kitten. That's utter nonsense, I am not a black cat or like one." You scoffed, stroking the kitten as it sat on your thigh.

"Sure~ Like how Yunho denies that he's an overly excited golden retriever puppy."

"You know what, see you tomorrow, Hwa." You scoffed and hung up while he was busy laughing at you. You picked the kitten up and placed him in his crate.

"Stay here. I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight." You stroked its head and went to bed.

-

When Yunho arrived at the restaurant the next morning, he looked at his phone. He had sent you a morning text and asked about the kitten but you haven't opened the message.

"Maybe she's busy." He shrugged, it was a Friday morning after all. You probably didn't even have time to look at your phone like always. But when he entered the kitchen, he was surprised to see your crew already working without you there. Yunho went to the locker room but you weren't there either.

"She's coming in late. Had something to attend to." Seonghwa spoke as he mixed the cake batter.

"Oh... Okay, thanks." Yunho frowned slightly, scratching his head as he went to the front. You didn't mention this to him last night. Did something happen to the kitten during the night?

"Sorry, the number you have dialled is-"

Yunho chewed on his bottom lip, you were not answering your phone or your texts. He straightened up and went to call Seonghwa out.

"What's up?" Seonghwa asked with raised eyebrows as he leaned against the counter.

"Hyung, (y/n)'s okay, right? It's just, I was with her last night and she didn't mention that she had anything on this morning that would make her late... So I'm just worried..." Yunho rambled.

"She's fine, Yunho. There's not much I can tell you... But rest assure, she's okay. But she's not contactable." Seonghwa placed his hand on Yunho's shoulder to give it a light squeeze and gave the taller a small smile. Yunho nodded his head slowly.

"As long as she's okay. Let me know if you guys need any help in the kitchen." He forced a smile.

"We will. And yes, she's okay. If she wasn't, I would have told you. She should be coming in soon." Seonghwa nodded and headed back to the kitchen to continue baking.

"What's up?" Wooyoung tipped his head at Seonghwa when he saw the older come back in.

"Asked about (y/n). You know she's uncontactable and he's worried because she didn't tell him that she'll be late today." Seonghwa said.

"Oh... No wonder he's worried. Wait, she hasn't told him yet?" Jongho asked as he took the cookies out of the oven. Seonghwa shook his head with a soft sigh.

"It's her decision to tell him. We all know how private she is..." Wooyoung reminded.

Just then, you walked into the kitchen, yawning with two big cups of coffee in your hands. Not even saying hi to your team, you went to the locker room to put your things down first. You leaned against the shelves, taking long sips of your coffee. You needed coffee immediately so you bought two cups.

"Hey." Seonghwa popped in.

"Hey, Hwa, sorry. I'll be right out." You grabbed your apron and tied it around your waist. He hummed and went back to the kitchen to wait for you.

"(y/n), are you okay?" San tilted his ehad when he saw you come out, setting your cups of coffee aside.

"Morning, San. Yes, I'm fine. Thanks for stepping in to help." You chuckled and went to wash your hands. With you around, you were able to take over and San went back out to the front.

"They don't need you anymore?" Mingi asked as he filled the machine with more coffee beans.

"Nope. (y/n)'s here so I think they got it handled." San informed.

"(y/n)'s here? Like here in the kitchen?" Yunho blinked. San raised an eyebrow at his question but nodded his head slowly, with much uncertainty and confusion. Yunho put his things down and went to the kitchen.

"Jagiya~" Wooyoung was hugging you from the back, rocking you from side to side with a smug smile on his face. You were unbothered, cutting up something in front of you.

"Woo, this isn't very safe when I'm using my knife." You said but of course he ignores you.

"We should discuss the dinner menu for tonight so I can get started on prep." You told the rest of the team.

Throughout the time he has been with you, Yunho has been learning how to read you. You were functioning and speaking fine to your team but there was exhaustion on your face.

"Kicking it old school, tonight's pasta is bolognese." You smiled and the boys clapped.

"Traditional style, of course?" Jongho asked and you nodded.

"For fish, let's do a mi cuit salmon with microgreens, buerre blanc, potato puree and pickled beetroot." You said, waving your hand to get your thought processing out. (Mi cuit is French for half baked. Salmon is sous vide at a low temperature until firm but still has the texture, look and taste of raw salmon)

"I think we should do a wet brine for the salmon before putting it into the sous vide." Seonghwa suggested and you wrote it down.

"We should do pork chops with stewed apples and blue cheese sauce." Wooyoung raised his hand.

"Alright. We can throw the pork chops into the sous vide machines. If we have the sous vides going, let's do some chicken breast for classic caesar?" You tilted your head.

"We still have those smaller, thin cuts of beef... What can we do with them?" Jongho reminded.

"Let's leave it for tomorrow." You said.

Yunho quietly observed how you continued to lead the discussion on the food menu for dinner. Like the professional you always are, you didn't let whatever was bothering you affect your work.

"Dessert, let's do sticky toff. It's been a while!" Seonghwa was quick to throw his suggestion in.

"I question the personal motive behind that suggestion but I do agree that it's been a while. So we're doing individual sticky toffee puddings with caramel sauce and vanilla custard? Or should we do ice cream?" You chuckled.

"Ice cream is better since we already have caramel sauce." Wooyoung said. You wrote down everything and pinned it up.

"Alright, let's finish up here and start on some prep work. Then I'll continue after you guys leave." You said. They nodded and you got to work right away.

"We'll do the cleaning." Seonghwa and Wooyoung did it while Jongho assisted you with prepping.

"Hey." Yunho came in.

"Oh, hey." You smiled. But of course, Yunho wouldn't just greet you with a smile. He came over to hug you tightly, quickly planting a kiss to the top of your head.

"You want a coffee?" He offered. You shook your head, nodding over to the two cups of coffee you had brought in with you.

"Is it okay to be drinking so much coffee at once?" Yunho tilted his head.

"Nope!" Seonghwa answered for you, making you roll your eyes. You scoffed loudly to show Seonghwa you were ignoring him and patted Yunho on the hip before going back to help Jongho with the prep. Having already missed the morning stuff, you didn't want to lag behind, you wanted to make up for the work that you didn't do.

You noticed that Yunho was strangely quiet but you couldn't put your finger on it. Usually, he was loud and excited when he sees you but today, he greeted you and left obediently.

"Is Yunho okay? Did something happen when I wasn't around?" You asked Jongho.

"Nothing happened but Yunho hyung was worried when he didn't see you this morning. Didn't know where you were..." Jongho informed.

"Oh." You replied, continuing your prep work.

"Fridge?" Wooyoung came over, seeing the containers of prepped ingredients that you were done with. You nodded and he helped you bring them all to the walk in.

"You guys should head off soon, I"ve got it covered here." You said, checking your watch.

"Don't stay too long. We'll see you tonight, princess." The boys all left without argument. Wooyoung hugged you tightly and gave you a big kiss on your cheek, to which you scrunched your nose. Jongho gave you a brief hug.

"Don't overwork yourself, sweetheart, hmm?" Seonghwa stroked your head. You hummed and he hugged you before patting your head with a soft smile.

"The crew just left?" Yunho came in.

"Yeah, I'm finishing up on the prep. After that, we'll go back to mine to pick up the kitten for the vet?" You asked.

"Sure. Do you need help in here?" Yunho leaned against the metal counter.

"Help me fill the big bins with water? I'll need to clamp the sous vide machines and get it heated." You pointed. Yunho helped you do that while you cooked the caramel sauce for the dessert.

"What else is there to do...?" You thought out loud and went over your list of things that you could prep.

"(y/n), why don't I pick the kitten up from yours then we can bring it to the vet from here?" Yunho suggested.

"Oh, sure." You were surprised at his suggestion but you weren't against it. You gave Yunho the key to your place and he left to pick the kitten up. Now you were worried, Yunho and you were always together, given the opportunity. It was odd for him to suggest he go ahead and pick the kitten up first.

"I'm done with my duties." Hongjoong came in, finding you alone. Honestly, he thought he would find Yunho in here with you.

"Can you bring that tray of meats to me, please?" You requested. He brought over the vacuum pack sealed pork chops for you to dump into the heated sous vide water.

"Where's Yunho?" Hongjoong asked, continuing to help you were he could.

"Oh, he went to help me pick something up from my place. He'll be back soon." You informed.

"Are you alright, (y/n)? Is something bothering you?" Hongjoong noted how you were slightly distracted as you were doing whatever you were doing.

"I'm probably overthinking it but Yunho's just acting a little weird today so I'm wondering if everything's okay." You shrugged.

"Hmm, from what I know nothing happened today in the store and he's been fine... You know, the usual Yunho... I'm sure it's nothing, don't be too worried. We all have our off days, even energetic puppies." He gave a comforting smile.

"Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Hongjoong." You laughed in agreement, it was funny to hear Yunho's friends refer to him as a puppy too. Subsequently, the other boys came in to offer help too.

"All these in the fridge?" Yeosang checked.

"Yeah. But keep the trays separate, they're portioned according to the different dishes." You said.

"Sure." He and Mingi brought it whatever you were done with. With their help, you were done relatively quickly. Just in time, Yunho pulled up to the restaurant.

"Bye, thanks guys. See you tonight." You waved to them before hopping into Yunho's passenger seat.

"Thanks for going to pick him up." You said.

"You're very welcome, love. Are you tired?" Yunho softened, reaching over to cup your cheek. You shook your head, leaning into his touch and closing your eyes. You let out a long exhale.

"Shall we talk after the vet?" He asked. You hesitated for a while before nodding, even if your heart was pounding nervously against your chest. With that, Yunho drove to the vet clinic where you had made an appointment for the kitten this morning. He helped you carry the crate with the kitten.

"Hi, I have an appointment?" You went to register at the receptionist counter. Yunho watched your back as you signed the kitten in.

"At least just now when I went to pick him up, he wasn't trying to maul me." Yunho said to you as you took the seat beside him to wait for your turn.

"Maul you? I highly doubt that tiny kitten can maul someone so much bigger like yourself." You laughed.

"He's opening up to me. See? I have that effect on black cats." He coughed, sending you a mischievous grin and side eye.

"I'm not a black cat." You scoffed, picking up the crate and looking at the kitten inside. It let out a small meow and pressed his nose against the gate to try and sniff you.

"Cutie. I hope you slept well." You giggled. He clawed at the gate to show his frustration of being locked up. So you caved and let him out of the crate. However, instead of putting him in your lap, you set him down in Yunho's.

"Since you claim he's comfortable with you now." You laughed, leaning against his arm.

"I said he didn't try to maul me, I didn't say he's comfortable with me." Yunho rolled his eyes but watched as the kitten tried to get comfortable, curling up in his lap.

When the nurse called you, you held the kitten in your arms while Yunho held the crate and entered the vet's office.

"Good afternoon. What can I do for you today?" The vet smiled. However, her smile seemed to grow bigger when she saw Yunho walk in.

"We found this kitten last night in the park, abandoned in the box. We're not sure how long he's been there. So we just want to make sure he's fine." You explained.

"Oh, sure. That's so nice of you to take him in, I'll just do a general check of him." She said, staring at Yunho as she spoke. You raised an eyebrow of amusement at her behaviour and her suddenly flirtatious smile, she was obviously very taken to Yunho's good looks. I mean, who isn't?

"Thank you, doctor." Innocent and ever-so kind Yunho smiled back with bowed his head. He came to stand by your side as the doctor examined the kitten.

"From what I see, judging by his posture, he's about 4 weeks old? But he's malnourished." She said.

"Good that you cleaned him and fed him." She smiled at Yunho.

You were not jealous and you knew how Yunho was. He wasn't deliberately flirting back with her, he was too kind and gracious to anyone he meets. He can't help his golden retriever tendencies.

"Actually, my girlfriend did it all, she's amazing. The kitten isn't too friendly with me yet." Yunho grinned.

"Oh..." The vet cleared her throat awkwardly at the mention of the word 'girlfriend'. You had to purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing at her expression.

"Let me just do some scans and bloodwork. You can wait outside, we'll call you again when we're done." The doctor said a little more uncomfortably now. You nodded and headed to the exit but Yunho quickly grabbed your hand, making you give him a look.

"She kept smiling at me, I felt oddly violated." Yunho whimpered softly to you.

~

Series masterlist

[kingconia]

#4, #9 and #28 with Rook Hunt! He seems like a possessive lover

4. “You know I'd do anything to have you stay by my side, right? Anything.“

9. “Damn it all to hell, if I don't get to have you tonight then I'm never going to be able to have you.”

28. ”Come and get your fix.”

cw: slightly spicy? mentions of possessiveness and slight obsession (from both sides, lmao)

•

In the world of kings, princes and magical creatures, you were no one.

It was something you accepted rather quickly; this world was never yours to begin with, and no particular sadness was met by this early realisation. The role of temporary guest came easily to you, the understating of the fact that you will leave this place as soon as Crowley will come up with something, always lingered at the back of your mind.

And so, attaching to someone was prohibited. From your perspective it would be easier this way, to be able leave it, without loving someone.

You were nice to everyone to the point all of them meant nothing to you. You treated them like characters, whose stories you witnessed accidentally. Different books with curious main characters. And nothing more.

Well. Until Rook Hunt.

This story started rather ridiculously. While you hunt down backstories of others, he hunted down you. He thought of you—and that was flattering—as a unique beast to this little collection, a new target. It was the fact that you had nothing in this world that made you so special in his eyes. An attractive little thing, he said.

Despite everything—or rather, exactly because of it—you preferred to ignore him. You rolled his eyes as you felt his ghostly presence in the rooms, and your lips thinned when he talked to you, spluttering little complements here and there. Eventually, though, you got used to it.

To all of him.

In one of many days like this, you suggested him to stop hiding in the bushes or climbing on the rooftops. Instead, you allowed him to follow you.

And the game began.

What started as a strange experience ended up being the most meaningful thing that you made. He was following you, and from now, you followed him as well. And what others called a strange alliance between two of you, grew into something more.

Apparently, Rook was kissing as skillfully as he shot animals down. And, oh, you were nothing in your soul if not starved.

Rook tasted as a pure madness; a tip of his sharp, arrow-like tongue filled your mouth with bittersweetness, dragging your further in the tunnel of insanity, along with him. His every single touch, each praise, tied you even more to him, making utterly desperate.

Rook Hunt tamed you. And you were happily giving up.

”Oh, mon précieux,” he murmured, pressing his chest to yours, as he caught in the corridors of the school, shamelessly, ”it is a little late for running away from me, don't you think?”

It was. Yet, you gave it a try.

The impact of his man dawned on you suddenly as you realised how far you were from your own rules. Your own decision not to be attached to anyone was long forgotten. Now, you know, leaving this world will hurt.

”You know I'd do anything to have you stay by my side, right?” His soft lips pressed to the line of your chin, in something between a kiss and mere touch. ”Anything.”

You closed your eyes, collecting yourself. It was time to stop this game.

”Rook, cut your nonsense,” your breath came out as a roar, when his fingertips traced down your neck, stopping on the tight-buttoned collar. ”I will leave this place eventually. Stop hurting both of us.”

”Maybe I should just break our favourite mirror,” he purred, as if ignoring what you said completely. ”That will leave you without a choice, hm-m.”

”Rook,” you hissed.

His voice was sweeter than honey, and the words that left his lips were so nicely poisonous that you desired nothing but to drink it right from his mouth.

What a graceful nightmare he was.

”Be honest with me, ma prière, do you truly believe that you will ever leave this place?” He stopped his distracting actions, eyes now fully on you. ”Or is that your own way to apologise before people you left in another world?”

You hardly had anyone back there, and you never felt belonged to anywhere. Could it be the reason why you were sent here? Could it be the argument to allow Crowley to stay? Could it be—

”You are thinking too much, mon amour,” the tip of your noses met. ”Will you have me or no?”

Oh, how dared he to ask, when he knows it already?

”Damn it all to hell,” you laughed bitterly, fingers digging in his lean shoulders, bringing him as close as it was only possible. ”If I don't get to have you tonight then I'm never going to be able to have you.”

Your breath mingled together, and the sharp corners of his lips curled in a disturbingly beautiful smile, when his hands squeezed your hips possessively.

”Here you are, ma bête. Come and get your fix.”

Before you know, your lips were already brought together as you clinged to each other desperately, teeth meeting with a clicking sound, and tongues intertwining in breathless gasps.

Rook might tamed you. But he didn't win. Because it was your name that was engraved on his heart, just as he branded his own in your chest.

And there was no turning back now.

•

A/N: Rook calls reader ”my precious”, ”my pray”, ”my love” and ”my beast” on french in this order.

[greenfinchwriter]

It was a snippet,everyone is freaking out about a snippet of a few lyrics, in a proof of concept/hype teaser, and some outfits that might not be to your personal taste.

Deep breaths now,c'mon,easy does it.

I'm an 80s kid,and the child of two music obsessed people who had a massive vinyl and casette collection + concert keepsakes fastidiously organized and proudly displayed in our den.

Any car trip we went on would devolve into a jam session of some kind sooner or later.

Rockstar Lestat isn't cringe to me - it's comforting!😂🥺🥵

Let us dejected old folks who love this kind of thing have it,please kids.

It's absolutely a taste thing,and that's okay but not everything that isn't to your taste is bad or cringe. It's also fine not the like the glam style or genre they decided on for Lestat,that again is personal taste and preference but the composers and writers are trying, working hard, and have a vision,they are incredibly talented. Last but not least, let's all remember that Rice herself had certain inspirations in mind when writing Rockstar Lestat which were very much of the era. We don't even really know anything about Rockstar Lestat's music yet. If they go with the inspirations they and Rice cited,and add some more for good measure,then he will have RANGE.

Regardless of genre or sub genre,so many of these artists were REAL musicians who could compose, play multiple instruments,perform, and have become deservedly immortal for their music. Imho,almost every track back then had that something that a lot of, if not all, of modern mainstream music is missing. It had grit, it had soul, it felt real and right in your bones. They gave their all on stage,often to exhaustion - long shows that had clothing discarded,barefoot, and voices scratching at the end. Drink? Smoke? Do drugs? Half way in the crowd? Groupies? Fuck yeah! With the greats of the era, 99% of the spectacle was their music,style, and incredible stage presence - even those who had stage effects or props didn't really need them.

From Freddie Mercury playing piano to Bruce Springsteen with his harmonica etc etc etc - the style/genre doesn't really matter because it doesn't get better than just pure talent,chest hair,and a dose of creative madness.

I'm sorry but I think he looked fantastic,hell they toned his style way down - have you seen some of those bands in their stage get ups, and the music videos?! Wait and see if that's what you wanted, you'll never know what's really coming.

All of this is so funny to me. That teaser was both amazing and also so very tame. He didn't even rip the head off of a bat on stage or anything - if that's what you want maybe wait for the actual season,who knows,if Louis and Doc Bhansali can't get him to take his meds he might very well go there🤣 But fr he did look like he stepped out of my memories of that time,that's for sure. Just dressed down,and more little sad meow meow-y. That Big Bird jacket was so cute c'mon😆🤩

Baby needs an intervention,sure,but damn if he doesn't glam that mental illness,rock that personality disorder,and maybe hopefully even metal that grief and bitterness😁

(Please let people look forward to something,even something imperfect or something that isn't to your taste,some of us need it to distract us from real world BS)

[famwhy]

hii i LOVED ur tangerine story it was so good. the ending was fr shocking like i was NOT expecting that whatsoever. i was expecting the reader to fail and for tangerine to die but you really blew it out of the park w that ending. Idk if you write like smut oneshots but if you'd write one where tangerine fingers her in a train seat in a busy carriage that would be cool

Hello! Thank you so much for your compliments,it really means the world to me that you enjoyed the Tangerine fic I wrote after watching the movie recently and growing obsessed with him which made it like 10x more fun to write.

Now, I'm sorry to say, but I don't write explicit smut. Sorry, it's my fault for not confirming it in my bio haha. However, I could write you a quick scenario of him teasing the Reader with a bunch of sexual innuendos.

Also! Please don't let the fact that I don't write smut stop you from requesting Tangerine content because I'm more than happy to provide stories with the angry Brit that I currently have a huge obsession for.

Warning: cussing, mentions of sexual content and sexual innuendos - nothing too explicit however

(This ask is related to this post)

Your eyes lit up; stood at the very tip of your toes in anticipation as the male next to you stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out the familiar leather material that contained his riches within.

The day was scorching hot - you could, quite literally, see the heatwaves in the air. It was unbearable and definitely not the conditions one would wish for when going on a date.

Fortunately for both you and Tangerine, there was an ice cream stand nearby the park you decided to take a walk in. Or well, more fortunate for you than Tangerine - who claimed that he 'wasn't in the mood for ice cream'. Absolute bullshit, everyone was always in the mood for ice cream.

Upon voicing your opinion, he scoffed in response before going, 'what? You want it then?' - to which you obviously responded with an enthusiastic 'yes!'.

That brought you to now, waiting in all your excited glory as the man behind the ice cream stand pulled out a frozen popsicle and held his hand out, waiting for payment.

"Can't believe I'm fuckin' doin' this." Grumbled the Brit as he took out his money.

You merely grinned in response, thrilled to finally have something to temporarily distract you from the scorching heat that felt like flames licking against your skin; mere seconds away from burning you alive.

Yeah, not a very nice sensation to say the least.

"Here you go, pretty lady." The ice cream man winked your way, handing the plastic wrapper containing the ice lolly inside while grazing his fingers against your own.

His actions were enough to cause Tangerine's eyes to narrow and, ever the confrontational man, he spoke out regarding his discontent. "Oi, fuck off mate. Are you blind or some'n? She's with me."

Sensing that this was most definitely going to lead into a rather violent exchange, you wrapped your hands around your lover's bicep before tugging him away, a nervous smile growing on your face.

Luckily, he was in a good enough mood to allow you to tug him away without much protest - only a few cusses grumbled under his breath but that was probably the most tame you could get him.

As soon as you got a good amount of distance between the both of you and the ice cream man, you let go of your man in favour of opening up the frozen delight in your hands and shoving it straight into your mouth.

Immediately, an explosion of frost sprayed against the warm cavern - sending a cool feeling down your spine and helping to temporarily rid you of the warmth that overrode your system.

The cool sensation caused you to feel a large amount of relief and you let out a sigh with your eyes closed.

Now this was the perfect way to spend a hot summer day.

"You enjoyin' sucking on that lolly, love?"

The words coated in a smug, cockney tone made their way over to your ears and reminded you of the presence beside you - causing you to glance to your side and witness the large smirk spread across the handsome male's lips.

"'Cause I sure as hell know somethin' else you'd love to suck on."

His half-lidded gaze bore into your own, all but practically telling you that he was over his previous anger in favour of a new sense of desire that flooded through him.

Desire that came way too suddenly for you.

You spluttered, grip weakening around the stick in your hands as your jaw fell even further open; frozen treat barely remaining rested against your tongue.

"Yuh-you-!"

He chuckled. "Can't speak? Don't worry, dahlin', when we get home - you won't be able to stop making sounds for me."

This horny bastard.

[eneiryu]

Sometimes I just stop and think about how Liam and Theo both have SO much wrong with them (affectionate). Liam with his IED and Theo with his plethora of issues (I'm sure that you can put names and labels to them better than I can even if they're not ever 'canon' or mentioned in the show and on a separate note, I would love to hear your thoughts on that) and how they're also the two who are best at soothing that side of them, like taming a beast. At least in your fics: Liam being the one who convinces Theo to stay at Scott's house all the time, the one who stops Theo from killing, the one who trusts him the most, the one who bridges the gap between Theo and the rest of the pack. Theo being the only one who can distract Liam when he's in a spiral by talking about history and lacrosse and pack stuff, willing to let Liam fight him and draw blood to let out his anger, being the only one to calm Liam down with just his presence to the point that even the rest of the pack has noticed it. I know that it's obvious that they are anchors (also lovers but you know) and that they have such an important connection but it really says something to me that nobody can get through to them like each other can, not even True Alpha™️ Scott. Sorry about ranting, I don't even know where I was going with this when I started writing, but I just needed to get it out because thinking about it makes me feel all mushy and warm inside. They're just perfect for each other, your honour.

Yes I would agree! 😆 I was perfectly content just reading fanfiction until I watched S6A and S6B with them, and then I was like, goddamnit I have to go write about these two now, because there’s just so much there. And almost six years later I’m still doing it, so clearly there is a lot there, ha.

As for Theo and his issues, I am very unqualified to put actual names or diagnoses on him, but—I think his main drivers are guilt, and alienation, and isolation. The guilt I don’t think (certainly not consciously) kicked in until later, but he was taken from his home when he was nine and turned into an experiment and a killer and a spy. He never had the opportunity to grow up with healthy relationships or with kids his own age, or a family (the isolation). And even if he had, he would have been so different (the alienation). He’s not even human, he’s a supernatural. And he’s not even a normal supernatural, he’s a chimera. There’s nothing about him that isn’t unique, but in a way that was twisted, where he didn’t have any control over what was happening to him. So I think he’d see himself the way the Doctors did: as a tool, to be used by whoever has “claimed” him, and not a full person or member of a pack.

But that’s also why Liam is so good for him: because Liam will get angry about all the things he can’t or won’t, and won’t let him hide or wallow in them. They are pretty damn perfect for each other, your honor.

[ozai-the-bonsai]

Tame the Dragon

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 |

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!reader

Summary: Daemon has asked you to marry him, but you have to wait to talk with King Viserys until Rhaeneyra and Laenor's wedding takes place. As you and Daemon try to hide the affection you feel for one another, everything gets more complicated with you being betrothed to Jason Lannister.

Warnings: I’m not a native English speaker, strong language, incest, sexual abuse

Taglist: @disneydaddyevans @mirandastuckinthe80s @xicesam @mariamyousef702 @eddiemadmunson @dont-try-pesticide @sweetybuzz25 @hc-geralt-23 @schniiipsel @ttae-yong @syrma-sensei @asiludida164 @kaitieskidmore1 @irmavanity-blog @pax-2735 @trickrtreatart @shanzeyxsyed @random-human02 @scarwicht @xcallmetaniax @instabull

A/N: I am so sorry for taking too long to update -there was another request I had to work on first, and uni started again so I am pretty much either occupied with the lectures or out with my friends... But, since I kept you waiting for an eternity (and since we don't have much Daemon in this one), I wrote two parts and I'll be posting the other one shortly after (: Enjoy!

|Part 5|

You clenched your fists under the table, the sight in front of you was causing your stomach to tie up in knots.

Apparently, the frown on your face did not go unnoticed as Jason Lannister, who was sitting to your left, asked you. “Princess Y/N, is everything alright?”

Shaking yourself, you wore a pleasant expression as you nodded at him, a fake smile inhabiting your lips. “Of course, I was just distracted for a moment.” You told him but your purple eyes were still on Daemon. The moment his eyes met yours, you turned your head towards your betrothed. “Would you care to dance, my Lord?” You asked him with a rather flirtatious tone, hoping for Daemon to see the look in your eyes as well.

Jason Lannister’s blue eyes shone with happiness the moment he heard you. He stood up and offered you his hand with a charming smile -he had asked you to dance, a couple of times in fact, but you had always rejected him; hence, he was overmuch excited and wanted to enjoy the moment.

As you held his hand, you followed him into the crowd of dancing people, though your eyes were on Daemon, who had Laena Velaryon inside his arms at the present. You sent him a challenging look when your eyes met. Well, two can play this game, darling.

Ever since the beginning of the feast, Daemon had been restlessly flirting with Laena Velaryon, which had left you feeling jealous as you watched the two laugh and dance together. You could not understand why he was doing such a thing and you hated to see how much of a control he actually had over you; however, you didn’t intend to just sit there and wait for Daemon to have his fun.

No, nobody messed with the dragon, and you intended to bite back.

During the entire time you danced with Jason Lannister, you could feel Daemon’s eyes on you, but you gave it your best and didn’t take a single look at him as you giggled and laughed at Jason’s words even though they were far from being funny. Even after Daemon went back to his place on the table, without Laena Velaryon by his side, you continued to flirt and dance with Jason Lannister.

“Thank you so much, Princess, for the dance and for your pleasant company.” Jason Lannister told you before bringing your hand to his lips. You couldn’t really tell whether it was because of all the wine you had been drinking or the way Jason had been complimenting you while you were dancing, but your cheeks carried a lighter shade of pink.

However, before you two could head back to your place around the table, you felt someone other than Jason holding your hand. You didn’t need to notice his smell for the jealousy falling into Jason’s blue eyes was enough to tell you who was standing next to you.

“Would the Princess be so kind to let me have this dance?” Daemon asked you, completely ignoring the presence of Jason Lannister.

But it seemed like Jason had no intention of being ignored.

He placed his hand gently on your shoulder. “I’ll be waiting for you at our place, betrothed.” Letting his hand slide down your arm, he sent a warning look at Daemon and went back to the table.

You could easily feel how tense Daemon was becoming, you squeezed his hand gently. “Gīda ilagon.” You told him in High Valyrian, aiming to soften him; however, instead, he literally dragged you into the crowd of dancing people so that you two were not easily visible to the others sitting around the table. [Calm down.]

“What are you doing?” Daemon literally hissed between his teeth as he held you firmly from your waist. You had a confused expression on your face. “Nyke ivestretan ao nyke would hīlagon zȳhon bartos lo ziry renigon ao.” [I told you I would crush his head if he touched you.]

You raised a challenging eyebrow at him. “Poghash se vala qilōni ȳdragotan rūsīr Laena Velaryon giez bantis.” You spoke with a bitter tone as you tried to step back, free yourself from his hold but he didn’t let you. Instead, he pulled you against his chest. The way he leant into you caused you to gasp for he was standing too close to you so that your lips could easily touch his if you talked. [Says the man who flirted with Laena Velaryon whole night long.]

“It is not the same, Y/N,” Daemon breathed against your lips, you could feel several people looking at you two. “You are betrothed to him.”

Using all the strength you had, you pushed Daemon away and stepped back. “In that case, you should have known better than to try and make me jealous, my Prince.” You told him with a smirk on your lips. “You are not the only one who can play dirty.”

Of course, Daemon would not give up so easily.

He held you from your left wrist and pulled you against him once more so that he could whisper in your ear. Your silver dress was sleeveless; hence you could easily feel your skin burn under Daemon’s touch. “Nyke kessa henujagon ñuha zālarys va tolvie ezīmos hen aōha mēny skore ēza issare vaogenka ondoso zȳhon ondos, dārilaros.” [I shall leave my mark on every inch of your body which has been tainted by his hands, Princess.]

With slow movements, you freed your wrist as you whispered back. “Jikagon va hae bisa, se ao kostagon mērī ēdrurys hen kunathings, ñuha dārilaros.” [Go on like this, and you can only dream of such things, my Prince.]

Leaving Daemon puzzled in the crowd, you made your way towards the main table, hardly feeling the need to hide the smirk on your lips.

[Time Skip]

There was a confused look on your face as you followed Jason Lannister to the corridor outside the Great Hall. You had this disturbing feeling in your stomach that he had taken the way you’ve been, well, playing with him to drive Daemon crazy a little bit too seriously for he had been constantly trying to hold your hand while you were around the table.

“What is it that you wanted to tell me, my Lord?” You asked Jason as you wrapped your arms around your torso. The upper-chest part of your dress and its back consisted only of lace, hence you felt a little bit cold.

Upon seeing that Jason was walking towards you, you took several steps back, only to feel the damp, stone wall against your back. A frown appeared on your face as you tried to understand what was going on inside Jason Lannister’s mind.

However, you were not expecting him to hold you from your hips.

“I don’t want to wait till the wedding,” he whispered against your lips, his breath smelled like wine and ale -you had no idea how he had found ale for only wine was being served -and you found the mixture totally disgusting.

You tried to push him away but he was well-built. The moment his lips captured yours, however, you lost your patience and slapped him hard in the face, causing him to take a few steps back.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?!” You literally shouted at him; you could feel the fire of the fury growing fast within you. At that moment, all you wished for was to be able to shoot fire, just like your dragon Virion, so that you could burn the fuckhead trying you touch you against your will.

“Oh, so this becomes a problem only with me?” Jason Lannister asked with an angry tone, too, as he pointed himself. It was clear that he was drunk as hell, but it still did not justify his actions and did not lessen the desire you felt to rub his freaking head against the wall until you created sparks with it. “But I am so fucking sure, Princess, that you’d gladly let me fuck you if I were your dear uncle, wouldn’t you?”

You pointed him with your index finger in a threatening way. “Watch your words, Ser Jason,” you spoke with a cold and warning tone, trying hard to keep your temper under control. “I will not warn you again.”

As you tried to walk away, Jason held you from your waist and pushed you against the wall. Pinning your arms behind you to hinder you from hitting him once again, he pressed his body against yours.

“Get your filthy hands off me!” You literally screamed at him, trying to free yourself but his grip on you was just too strong. As a last resort, you spit on his face which, of course, ended up getting him even more violent.

“That dirty mouth of yours should be kept under control, Princess.” Jason told you with a disgusting smirk on his lips and covered your mouth with one of his hands. You were still screaming and cursing him but the voices simply came out muffled as he got rid of the scarf around your neck, only to reveal the marks Daemon had left the previous night.

Even though the corridor was dimly lit, it was enough for Jason to notice the purple marks on your pale skin. Once again, you saw the venom of jealousy flow into his blue eyes as a deep frown appeared on his face.

“These are new,” he muttered, his hand still covering your mouth. “You’ve been laying with other men even though we are to be married soon?” Slowly, he lowered his hand and you gasped for air. “Who was he?”

You spit on his face once again. “Fuck you.” You hissed between your gritted teeth. “Who do you think you are? To assault me like this? I’ll have your fucking head on a spike!”

He held you firmly from your chin, bringing his face closer to yours. His grip was so strong that the way it hurt you brought you on the verge of tears. You pressed your lips against each other. “It was him, wasn’t it?” Jason whispered with a tone full of disgust and jealousy. “You let Daemon fuck you while I was planning our marriage!”

Before you could snap at him once more, he moved his head to the crook of your neck and pressed his lips against the sensitive skin. You tried to free your hands and push him away; however, you weren’t expecting him to bite on your neck. You let out a scream as you began to curse him, again.

Then, you felt the weight on your body disappear as someone pushed Jason Lannister away from you with such strength that caused him to fall onto his back.

“Are you alright, Princess?” Harwin Strong asked you as he offered you his arm. You didn’t even realise that you were violently shaking as you nodded and took his arm. However, when he saw Jason Lannister trying to run away, Harwin quickly let go of your hand and held the fuckface from his collar, raising him into the air. “Do you realise that you have already given me enough reason to behead you right at this very moment, Lord Lannister?” Harwin asked with a threatening tone. Jason Lannister seemed as if he could wet his pants. “If I were you, I wouldn’t try pushing my luck.”

Then, he just let go of the blonde-haired man. Jason Lannister fell onto the floor with a loud thud, followed by a cry of pain.

As you watched him squirm on the ground, you were trying hard to fight the urge to kick his face until it was nothing but a bloody mess of flesh, but the way Harwin held you from your upper arm reminded you to get a hold of yourself.

You took a deep breath. I have better ways of torturing him, you thought and with slow movements, you kneeled next to his lying figure. “I will make sure to convince the King to give you the punishment you deserve, Jason Lannister, you have my word.” You whispered, your voice was as cold as ice and lacked the tiniest bit of emotion.

After leaving Jason Lannister to the hands of Harwin Strong, you walked back to the Great Hall. Every step you took, however, reminded you of the way Jason’s hands wandered around your body, the way his lips tainted your skin and you simply wanted to scream on top of your lungs.

You felt dirty.

You didn’t know how you could get rid of the ghost of his hands and lips haunting your mind and your body.

The moment you stepped a foot in the Great Hall, your eyes found that of Daemon’s -he looked worried. Before you could walk to him, however, your mother grabbed you from your arm as she literally dragged you outside.

“Do you have any idea how terrible you look?” She hissed at you, her hands were trying to tidy your dress and your silver hair. “Where have you been? Where is Jason Lannister?”

“Mom,” you spoke with a tired tone as you pushed your mother’s hands away. “He touched me. Against my will.” You saw her eyes widen with shock, but she didn’t give any reaction other than that. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” You asked, your voice full of disappointment.

“To be honest,” Delaena Targaryen began to speak, though she couldn’t keep eye contact with you this once. “You have been the one making a pass at him whole night, Y/N.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “You must be joking, right?” You muttered, your whole body began to shake, but this time it was because of how angry you felt. “That man tried to rape me!”

Your mother arched her brows with a warning manner. “Lower your voice, Y/N.” She said and held you from your wrist. “Let’s find you something to cover your neck with, and we will discuss this in the morning.”

“No, there is not a single matter to be discussed, mother.” You spoke as you shook your hand free of her hold. You had a determined look inside your violet eyes. “I am not going to marry that cunt -this little freak show you have been so eager to arrange is over.”

“I do not recall giving you any say in this delicate matter.” It was obvious that your mother was trying to keep her calm, but her voice already carried the hints of a warning. “Now, Y/N, don’t make me repeat myself.”

You shook your head as you took a few steps back. “I don’t care what you think, I told you this marriage nonsense is over.” Slowly, your voice got lower. “And yet here you are, decided to force your one and only daughter to marry the man who has tried to rape her.” Turning back, you began to walk away. “Just leave me alone.”

[phaerlax]

divining the Presence of Kuya in my fics

Despite having written many NU:C fics, it seems I've only written 01 (one) singular story in which Kuya appears as a character. But I know I keep bringing the mf up... to what extent, though? I decided to figure out exactly how and how much. These are my findings 🔎

Familiar Succor (Eiden/Morvay)

🦊 Kuya detected. While pondering the idea of chastity devices, Eiden thinks back to times when Kuya cursed his dick.

Brithday boy birthday toy (Eiden/Blade)

🦊 Kuya detected. Eiden's brief teasing of Blade is described as 'Kuya-brand cruelty' by the narration.

Instructions unclear, (Eiden/Karu)

🦊 Kuya detected. Eiden mentions that Kuya has left; then he thinks of Kuya as he explains that bites don't bother him anymore; then he mentions Kuya spanking him whilst praising Karu for his endurance.

Familiar Feast (Morvay et al)

❌ Kuya-free! (as of yet)

Observations on [...] automaton (Blade/Rei)

❌ Kuya-free!

Vulpine Clemency (Kuya/Karu)

🦊 Kuya actually present.

Solaria's finest vintage (Dante/Aster)

❌ Kuya-free!

Presents came early (Eiden et al)

❌ Kuya-free! (as of yet)

Wet weather wolf sweater (Eiden/Garu)

❌ Kuya-free!

Familiar Reunion (Eiden/Aster/Morvay)

❌ Kuya-free!

Familiar Indulgence (Eiden/Aster)

🦊 Kuya detected. Huey talks about how Kuya didn't keep some monsters distracted as well as he should.

Familiar Recompense (Quincy/Morvay)

🦊 Kuya detected. Quincy assumes that a fleeing poacher meant Kuya when he screamed about an 'invisible devil'.

Observations on [...] Serpent's scion (Yakumo/Rei)

❌ Kuya-free!

Familiar Remorse (Eiden/Aster/Morvay)

❌ Kuya-free!

Exiguous observations [...] (Rin/Rei)

❌ Kuya-free!

Gluttony, pride, lust [...] (Olivine/Karu)

🦊 Kuya detected. In the omake, Garu suggests to Olivine that they ask Kuya to punish Karu.

Solarian tanning (Eiden/Dante)

🦊 Kuya detected. Upon being spanked into subspace, Eiden narrates himself as Kuya's little vixen. He also says Dante should talk to Kuya more while slutsplaining kink to him. (He also narrates that 'not even Kuya had hit him there' when Dante lands a smack on his cleft. Gg Dante)

Warm bubbles wolf snuggles (Eiden/Garu)

🦊 Kuya detected. While expressing the desire to be bitten and marked, Garu tattles that Karu loves it when Kuya does it. Eiden also complains that Kuya didn't put enough effort into his Leopard Eiden disguise when he marvels at the sensitivity of Garu's ears and tail.

Dealing with darlinglessness~ (Blade/Garu)

❌ Kuya-free!

Warden slander wolf Commander (Eiden/Karu)

❌ Kuya-free!

Knightly mix-up wolf elixir (Eiden/Karu/Edmond)

🦊 Kuya detected. It is implied that Kuya was the one who gave Karu the idea to sex pollen Eiden.

Slave number one, rub [...] (Eiden/Karu)

🦊 Kuya detected. As the fic ends, Karu narrates his excitement about telling Kuya of his 'progress' in taming Eiden.

A Matter of Size (Quincy/Karu)

🦊 Kuya detected. Karu compares Quincy's dick to Kuya's. He also thinks of Kuya spanking him when he mistakenly thinks Quincy is about to do the same.

Puppy Snack (Aster/Garu)

❌ Kuya-free!

Master, do you have another [...] (Eiden/GaruKaru)

❌ Kuya-free!

Wolven Spat (Garu/Karu)

❌ Kuya-free!

That same moon (Eiden/Garu)

🦊 Kuya detected. Garu mentions Kuya and Dante as people whom they love but can't always be around.

Delectably presented (Eiden/Karu)

🦊 Kuya detected. The fic implies that Eiden uses the word 'slick' as a noun because he heard it from Kuya.

Tail grab grudge match (Karu/yokai)

🦊 Kuya detected. Karu thinks about him a lot as he tries to cope with the abuse, the bird yokai also mention him. The tanuki references him at the end.

Master's Gift, [...] (Eiden/GaruKaru/Aster/Morvay)

🦊 Kuya detected. Morvay mentions that Karu walking on heels looks a lot like Kuya (until Karu starts voguing)

Observations on the interplay [...] (Eiden/Yakumo/Rei)

❌ Kuya-free!

Round and colorful and [...] (Blade/GaruKaru)

🦊 Kuya detected. In response to Blade playing with his ears and asking if it's okay because Karu doesn't have a master like Garu, Karu thinks of Kuya.

Pillow humping to assert dominance (Eiden/Karu)

❌ Kuya-free!

Wolven Clash (Garu/Karu)

❌ Kuya-free!

Post-Workout Nutrition (Morvay/Karu)

🦊 Kuya detected. Morvay narrates that Karu shaves himself for Kuya.

CONCLOOSIONS

I have written a lot of NU:Carnival fanfic holy shit this took longer than I thought it would take when I had the procrastinative idea

The Mark of the Fox is upon 18 of my fics. I have written 35, so that makes for more than 50%. But he only actually appears in 01.

Kuya/Karu is extremely canon to anything I write.

I have a lot of fun having Eiden use Kuya as a touchstone for all things kinky.

I need to actually write more kuyaru!!! Which reminds me: Kuyaru Week plug boom

(Bonus bit: there will be Kuya mentions in my Rei zine fic lol. And for the July exchange, I'm actually going to write Kuya/Quincy/GaruKaru! In addition to whatever I do for Kuyaru week, the number of actual kuyafics by Phaerlax will grow... not that the bastard needs any more representation on ao3, but oh well. The kink it calls to me)

[theveryconfusedartistsart-blog]

Sorry, I do talk about Flowisk too!

In fact, here, you can have some

(Both from the headcanons ask game)

Oh, and they do ask for a lower stakes rematch against Az (rematch of PFF) and end up winning again because as much Az might get annoyed at Frisk for "distracting him" there's no rule against flirting in battle, it's not Frisk's fault that Asriel finds them too cute to focus lol.

(Honestly, this goes for a lot of their dynamic, consisting of silly games, competitions or bets. Each time, Asriel is desperate to win and Frisk is never taking it too seriously, just here for the fun of chase and for Asriel's “adorable” (to Frisk) reaction when Frisk probably wins, yet again by distracting him, somehow. Don't get me wrong, I know that in canon, Friskriel’s dynamic is too high stakes and too violent to classify as a cute romantic rivals type thing, but after the end, I’m pretty sure it could definitely change into that. Just like, Asriel Dreemurr was reformed but not tamed, Friskriel’s dynamic is healthy now but that doesn't mean it has to lose it's bite. They both can enjoy a non-serious fight and thus enjoy each other’s company. Not that that's all Friskriel is either of course but they're not the focus of this headcanon, now, are they?)

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for Frisk (Caring and bright, like MK, but certainly not a goody two shoes by any means. Down for chaos and trouble, you mess with Frisk and they mess back, and that's just what Az likes about them. They forgave him when he didn't forgive himself, saved him when he still believes he doesn't deserve to be. (Though Frisk uses it constantly to win arguments and the like... Or Frisk is always allowed to pick the first movie on movie night because "no murder" privileges, Frisk gets the last cookie because "no murder" privileges, Frisk gets to ride shotgun because "no murder" privileges, and if there's a limited supply of something, Frisk gets the first pick, once again cos' no murder privileges.)

Who... understands about the presence of Chara and about the resets. And well...I often think about Chara and their "best friends", that one person they see as an equal above all else. But, well, Asriel has his own issues and he has his own best friends to feel weirdly intense about. In the underground, he idolizes Chara as that person...the exception to all the noise, the one person he feels that he can still care about, a potential partner in crime. And I think post pacifist, he kinda latches onto Frisk in the same way, at least to start with. In this case, it's paired with a crush but it doesn't have to be, for example with Chara, it evidently wasn't.),

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He'll give gifts anonymously, hide his face away so Frisk doesn't see him blush at them, downplay or backtrack on compliments (or just mumble them), make excuses for caring actions, can be very clingy but never in public(and if you ever see him on Frisk's shoulders, it's just because it's easier than the pot, not cause he wants to be near Frisk or anything, or sometimes it's "Frisk paid me" liar). He's not a little weenie who "cares" about people, it's just because.... uh...

You know, general tsundere stuff.

And (apart from the blushing thing) this isn't just specific to his crush on Frisk but to every relationship he has. He has a reputation to maintain, he doesn't want to be teased, he always wanted to be "strong", to be seen as a "big kid" and that still goes now even if he's done trying to impress Chara or act cool for their sake. (Now, honestly, I think he might be trying to impress Frisk and MK, even though Frisk doesn't care and actually likes the fact that he's kind of a dork and MK is... actually pretty easily impressed, in fact, and is probably more annoyed when Asriel is mean, partially in an attempt to be "cool" and "tough" and "uncaring".)

Yeah! Flowisk!

Yeeesss! These are so cute! I've got nothing to add, so I'm just gonna slap tags on this and share it. 💖🌻

Also adding this too!

Is Daisy by Zedd ft. Julia Michaels on your song list? It's a very big one for me.

[thegodcomplcx]

*Crawls out from the underworld*

Hello, this is my TenxMartha rewrite of Family of Blood. This was painful for me to write, but this episode is ripe material for some angst.

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The Doctor held the Chameleon Arc in his hand as he tried to explain to Martha the plan she would have to follow.

The look of confusion and fear in her eyes made his hearts ache. He had set a established date for the Tardis to land. Somewhere in the late 80's. Safe enough for Martha to stay with him without exposing her to too much risk.

Brave Martha, willing to remain by his side even when he wouldn't remember her. He just hoped Human him would be gentle to her.

Before he set the Tardis to turn him, he pulled her to him and crushed her in a hug, with her head tucked in his chest.

If you need me, for any reason, use the Arc, don't get hurt in my behalf-.

She nodded before looking up at him and claiming his lips in a soft kiss. He could've stayed in that kiss forever.

He started the transformation process, winking at Martha. The Tardis shifted, and that's when everything went wrong.

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John couldn't help but notice his maid Martha, whenever she chided him for being too careless. He perked up like a bird whenever she caught him trying to cut firewood or when he tried to help her in the kitchen.

She insisted it was her job and that he was just in the way and used the wooden spoon to shoo him away, much to his delight.

It was the same delight he felt when Martha rushed into the room while Nurse Redfern attempted to stitch his head, much to his denial and distrust. Martha must have heard the rumours from the school and hurried to help him.

He knew Nurse Redfern was only trying to help, it was her job after all, but there was something about her appearence that made him uneasy, as if he had met her before but couldn't remember where.

Martha tried to offer him help, it caused something warm to stir in his chest. Redfern and Martha had a silent stare contest as to who would help him, with Martha refusing to back down. Finally it was settled when Martha gave insight to her knowledge on medicine and John accepted her offer, partly to appease her, partly because he felt safer in her hands.

John felt the warmth in his chest spreading to his face when Martha ran her fingers through his hair.

Where did you learnt so much about medicine?- It seems that Nurse Redfern couldn't let go of the defeat.

From books I have-.

But your people can't afford such books- Martha's hands tensed in his hair, as she took a deep breath.

I can-.

Working as a maid?- It was a clear mockery at Martha's intentions and John couldn't help but to feel offended on her behalf.

Please Ms Redfern, I don't think Martha deserves those type of comments- He kept to himself how the underlined dig of Martha getting the books through other means bothered him. As if she would do that.

It took some effort but Redfern left once she saw the stitches Martha had finished and reluctanly admitted they were well done.

Alone with Martha in his study, John felt a nervousness in her presence he hadn't felt before.

Please don't let her words get to you, ignorance is loud-.

Especially in these times- Came Martha's dry response. He sensed that laughing would be inappropiate so instead he opted for showing her some snippets of his dream journal. He made sure not to let her see any of the drawings he had made of her when she was distracted.

Martha smiled at some of the dreams he had written about, but in her eyes, he could see a sadness hiding that made him lose part of his enthusiasm.

Martha, truly, Redfern word's is just ignorance , don't let that tame your spark-.

If he could hit himself in the face after saying that, he would. Martha's eyes got even sadder. He itched to hold her, as a comfort. Anything to make that look leave her eyes.

He wasn't thinking clearly when he approached her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them. Looking into her deep brown eyes, he was mesmerized by the deep longing he glimpsed in them. Her eyes shifted from his to his lips, which let out a sigh as he felt the urge to kiss her.

They were inches apart, his hands still rubbing her shoulders, not with enough pressure to force her to stay, but with a promising warmth that hoped she would.

But then Martha stepped away from him, putting distance between them, before excusing herself and leaving. He was left with the lingering heat in his hands.

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Things were uneventful for some days, as John dedicated himself to the school and Martha focused on the house. But the previously professional atmosphere in the house had changed to one charged with energy both were quite aware of.

Martha avoided him in public and tried to stay as far as possible in private. It worried him. He wondered if he had crossed a line and she was now afraid of him.

It would kill him, if she felt unsafe around him. His failed attempt at comfort had damaged his friendship with her. Was it even a friendship?

She worked for him, that was the established relationship; but John couldn't help but feel the need to protect her, even if she didn't truly need it. He wondered if maybe in another life, they were more than just a maid and a professor.

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Part 2 coming up soon

John has kept to himself for most of the day, locked in his study. He's been in there since he saw Martha leaving in her bike somewhere into the forest.

He wondered briefly, if maybe someone was waiting for her in the forest, if that was the reason she rejected him in the first place. God knows who that was, Martha was too beautiful to not have at least one suitor. Maybe someone with her skin colour, it would be foolish to expect that a relationship between someone like him and her would be accepted. Nevermind the fact that she would take the full blunt of it.

He was focused on a sketch of her he had started the day before, when she gave two rowdy students a piece of her mind; when there was a knock on the door. He stood to unlock it, knowing the only person who could be standing on the other side was Martha.

He opened the door to greet her, enjoying the first honest moment of interaction they had weeks.

Are you alright?- The concern in her voice confused him at first.

Why, yes, yes I am, why do you ask?- Martha avoided his eyes when he asked back.

It's just that, you've been here all day, I was worried- John couldn't help the smile that her voice caused.

I'm alright Martha, would you like to come in?-.

Martha seemed conflicted. He was prepared for her to reject his invitation, but it seemed she finally decided to come in, only for him to still stand on the way.

Oh sorry!- He moved to the side, which Martha did at the same time, he tried again, moving to the left side, which she also did. It was a peculiar dance, one that made a smile blossom on Martha's face and a laugh escape from his mouth.

It seems to me Mr Smith, that we are stuck in a dance- If only he were so lucky.

Once inside, Martha's eyes immediately landed on his sketchbook, right on the page where his latest sketch of her was made. She turned to look at John, with him looking a frozen deer.

You made sketches of me?- The mixture of confusion and disbelief in her voice made John bristle.

Yes, I...does it bother you?-. If it did, he would get rid of them. As long as she's comfortable.

No, it's just...I had no idea you paid so much attention to me-.

John walked towards her, stopping only when he was facing her.

I can't help it, you're the first person that comes to mind when I think of something beautiful-.

Martha's eyes searched his, looking for the catch, it was becoming second nature to her, given how many things some of the boys at the school had said to her.

I'm not lying Martha, I swear it-.

The distance between them shortened, with John's hands lifting to hold on to hers. The difference in height between them made him even more anxious of closing that distance.

Martha, just one word, and I won't bother you again, if there's someone else or if you can't...-

There is someone else-.

A dagger to his chest would've hurt less. He asked for honesty and honesty he got, but the pain was still a surprise.

I have...had a friend...and you remind me of him-.

Now Martha had begun to tear up, dropping her stare away from his.

If her "someone" was the reason she was working as a maid, then she for sure deserved someone better. No, she said had. She lost someone.

Is he dead?- His previous jealously had been replaced by concern over her loss.

No, he's missing-. John wasn't sure which was worse, someone missing who might never come back, or someone dead, as she lived with the grief- He said I had to find him when the time is right, but I'm tired.

She broke down, seeking refuge in John's arms. Leaving his broken heart aside, he focused of comforting Martha, wrapping his arms around her, swearing that if he ever met her lover, he would give him a piece of his mind. Martha deserved better.

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It was a clear example of how exhausted she was, when she fell asleep in his arms. John carried her to his room and gently placed her on the bed. He was respectful enough to only take her shoes and apron off, before covering her with a quilt.

He took a seat on a chair next to the bed and kept guard, not wishing to be apart from her when she was this vulnerable.

It had become clear to John that whatever was happening between them was affecting Martha in such a way it hurt to see. She was constantly watching him with a lingering sadness in her eyes, while she played with a necklace she had.

He wondered if her friend was the one who gave it to her. Coward, Martha is suffering because her friend couldn't keep his promise. He could make her happy, he would make her happy. He would take away her pain and cherish her.

Even if they had to leave the town, he would take care of her. Maybe that way, she would smile the way she used to.

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Nurse Redfern had tried to invite him to the dance in several occasions, but he politely declined her. He was running out of excuses at this point, and he was sure she knew the reason behind his rejection; it was clear she knew Martha was involved.

He wanted to dance with her. He even had a dream once of dancing with Martha, in the moon no less. John couldn't take her to the moon, but he could dance with her under the moonlight.

He searched for her during the dance. She had been avoiding him during the day, but he knew she seeked refuge in a garden outside the school.

That's where he found her, alone, looking up at the moon.

May I join you?- She jumped at the sound of his voice. Martha turned to glance at him with a shy expression she reserved only for him

Good evening Mr Smith-.

Please, there's no need to be so formal, you can call me John, Martha- Step by step, he closed the distance between them.

Then good evening, John. I thought you had a dance to attend-.

I do as a matter of fact, but my lady has been evasive for most of the day-.

I thought Matron Redfern was inside-.

She's not my lady, Martha may I have just this dance with you, I swear I will ask for nothing more-.

She seemed conflicted for a few seconds, but in the end, she accepted, stretching her hand for him to reach.

The height difference made him have to lean over to properly look at her. Martha avoided his eyes as he placed one hand on her waist and held her hand with the other.

The intensity in Martha's eyes when she finally looked up at him almost made him take a step back. It was as if a sparkle had lit up between them.

They were frozen in space, locked in each other's eyes, until Martha broke the distance when she clutched the back of John's neck and pulled him into a kiss. John felt his heart nearly explode in his chest when her lips claimed his, his hand wrapped tighter around her waist on instinct and any distance that was between them faded away.

John thanked whoever it was for being blessed in such a way. Martha's lips were soft against his, pulling the bottom lip over and over, turning all logical thoughts into a melted puddle. He wasn't sure how long he could keep kissing her without fainting, but a sound brought them back, a sound that made his blood froze, Martha stiffened in his arms.

It was the click of a gun.

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john smith having a crush on martha is once again so much more narratively fulfilling than having a crush on redfern. he's in a love triangle with THE MAN WHO'S BODY HE'S CURRENTLY INHABITING. thats so tasty.

martha continues to be iconic. slayed.

[filthforfriends]

who: Ethan + platonic rest of band what: fluff when: day time where: apartment why: Reader has hair like Ethan but straightens it, and one time they find her at home with rlly curly hair (think Brian May) and it's fluffy

"I'm sure she won't mind!"

"Impromptu dinners are fun, it'll be great!" You hear the voices of Damiano and Victoria outside your door, apparently accompanying your boyfriend home. This happened every so often: one of them would buy some nice wine and Damiano would find something of exceptional quality at the farmers market, so he'd want to cook. They'd think hey, let's just make it a party. Why Ethan was designated as the host however was a total mystery.

He was an introvert with a calming presence. The band usually knew better than to trample over his peace and quiet, but this was an exception. Unfortunately, this surprise was also on your day off. You'd given your hair and skin a break from product, which drastically changed your appearance. Ethan could be heard attempting to reason with them in hushed tones, Thomas' voice boisterous and oblivious.

You searched for a hair tie or something in your near vicinity, but nothing less than 40 minutes of skilled work could tame your mane. It was pointless to try so you braced for impact. When the lock clicked, you turned away to be spared of the immediate reaction. Of course dramatic Damiano audibly gasped. Thomas realized why Ethan had been discouraging him, and fell dead silent, probably with a bit of guilt. You turned to see his face and found Victoria grinning wide. She skipped right up to you and started touching your curls. You wanted to tell her off, but more so you wanted to throw something at Dami, who stood there with his jaw on the floor.

"Yeah, I know, it's ridiculous. I'm aware." You don't hide the irritation, and decide locating a hair tie would make the situation better.

"Oh, I wasn't going to say ridiculous!" Victoria gushed. She followed you into the bathroom, playing with your hair like a cat. When you smacked her hand away she laughed good-naturdly, unoffended.

"Right, sorry! Is this how you became an amazing stylist? Like dealing with your own hair?" Feeling like a zoo animal was very unpleasant, but this was a line of questioning you are comfortable with.

"It takes a lot to get it silky and straight, like someone's is naturally. Y'know all it takes for Ethan's is -"

"Aha! Brian May! Thats who I was thinking off," Thomas exclaims.

"Brian May?" Damiano murmurs, not recognizing the name. "Oh, psh, from Queen, obviously! Yeah, I see it." Damiano, at least has the good sense to wince as soon as he speaks. Thomas seems oblivious to the notion that being compared to a man born in the 40s wasn't a compliment.

"And, y'know, what people don't get about him as a guitarist..." You let Thomas drone on about music facts down the hall from you, at least distracting Damiano. Victoria watches your face as you wrestle with your hair, braking the only elastic in sight. You let out a growl of frustration and hear Ethan knocking on the door frame.

"Cara mia, I'm sorry about them. I would've warned you we were coming. I tried to talk them out of it, but -"

"Wait, wait. Y/n shouldn't have to spend an hour on her hair every time she comes in contact with another person. Thats exhausting!" You let out a snort, laughing at the painful accuracy of Vic's statement. "I think it's beautiful and Thomas doesn't know how to talk to other human beings, but comparing you to one of his favorite guitarists is a huge compliment because he's an idiot. Damiano likes the sound of his own voice and Ethan knows you're too good for him, so let me get you a goddamn glass of wine!"

She leaves the room, on a mission. You hear both Damiano and Thomas make noises of dissent and know its Victoria causing them some kind of inconvenience as retribution on your behalf. Ethan steps into the bathroom behind you, tucking the tag into your shirt, sweeping your hair off of one shoulder, and kissing the skin.

"Your beautiful, beautiful hair," he declares, softly. You smile, because theres no arguing with him on this. Ethan loves your hair, even when it gets in his mouth while you're cuddling.

"They're more annoying than I remember." As if on cue, you hear something shatter on the kitchen floor, probably a wine glass.

"Every day they are my burden and you are my reprieve," he jokes, kissing all the way up your neck. He strokes you head, coaxing the hair back. When it's manageable enough, Ethan uses the hair tie on his wrist to secure it back. You sigh, letting the tension go and allowing yourself to smile.

"So, how was the studio today?" Ethan opens his mouth the answer, but is interrupted by Victoria's husky voice.

"I got your wine y/n! Is it safe to come back? You're not fucking in there right?" Ethan dissolves into disbelieving laughter from the mortification. He props is forearm against the wall and hangs his head, eyes scrunched closed.

"Make them leave," you request.

"If only I could."

[bored-storyteller]

44- Twisted Wonderland, Riddle, Leona, Idia and Azul x Reader

- When Riddle looks at you he probably doesn't even realize it. Whatever he is doing, if you are around him his gaze is automatically drawn to you. It is a natural gesture that is not even programmed, simply out of nowhere he realizes at some point that he has only you in sight.

-Obviously Riddle is an extremely serious and competent person, he will not be distracted by your presence from what he is doing, whether it is giving directions or scolding the most unruly students. Only his eye will fall on you several times, to control you.

- But when by chance you catch his eye though, oh, poor Riddle. There is no wall or shelf that can hide the shyness and embarrassment that suddenly takes him. Why can't he look away from you?

-You smile at him, of course. Of course you smile at him. How can you be so merciless with his poor heart? The blush and embarrassment become the masters of him, and he cannot calm his heartbeat which accelerates so fast that he is convinced that you can hear it, despite your distance from him.

-It is obvious that everyone will notice the drastic change and sudden nervousness that the young leader of Heartslabyul takes.

-"Are you ok?" your voice wanders between worried and amused as you approach him, and his gloved hand instinctively moves towards his lips, in an attempt to shield at least a little from the eyes of others: "I'm fine! Really fine!"

-You don't insist, you can't be so cruel - certainly Cater will do his duty if he's around -, but you can enjoy that tender admiration you enjoy for a while. "See you later!" you tell him quietly, and he just nods, unable to speak anymore.

-Despite everything, despite the embarrassment, his eyes will follow you as you move away until you are no longer reachable from his sight. And believe us, he can't wait to see you again.

-It's not so strange that Leona's eyes fall on you, he dominates what he looks at. It is not strange to anyone that his eyes flow towards you and linger. It is never too much nor too little, he is the leader who keeps an eye on his herd.

-You are a herbivore, it is obvious that he keeps an eye on you - because he has to, not because he obviously wants -, but his gaze is always steady, almost hard, bored. That's why no one ever pays attention to it, even if having Leona's gaze on you so often must mean something.

-However, sometimes he really gets lost looking at you. There is no particular reason, you are simply there and nothing is more interesting than you. He doesn't realize it, and nobody realizes it, at least until you're the one who inadvertently looks up at him.

-And then there is a stalemate, you both look at each other in silence. Then slowly he begins to realize, you know from his feline ears that flatten slowly against his head, from his emerald eyes that widen slightly and from his tail that twitches nervously behind him.

- "What are you looking at, little herbivore?" Obviously he tries to turn the alleged blame back on you, yet that embarrassed childlike attitude of him makes you smile. "Nothing, and what do you need?" You answer him without fear.

- "Oi ... if I don't keep an eye on you, you'll end up being eaten by someone here." His tone is lower, his eyes are now narrowed, but his ears and his tail still show his agitation. You laugh, and he, now completely exposed, growls at you, then turning his back on you.

-He walks away, but his leonine tail hits your arm, tickling it slightly. It's his way of playing and you know it. Leona's attentions are not so rare if you know how to perceive them, and if you are willing to really know him, it is fun to have something to do with him.

-Idia is even afraid to look at you! Not that he is really afraid of you, but every time his gaze slips in your direction he feels in danger, sensing the risk of being discovered.

- Whenever you are around him he will try in every way not to look at you. He even pretends not to see you at times, he parades in front of you without a word, with his head bowed. He obviously hurts you, given the intimacy you think you have with him, but he doesn't know it, he would never want to hurt you, you know.

-However, when he feels safe enough from the looks of others, or simply when he is so focused on your voice enough to lower his defenses, he finds himself looking at you as if only you exist on earth, as if everything else was a background without importance.

-When he realizes that he is blocked, it is natural for him to fall into total embarrassment, it doesn't matter if you haven't seen him, his heart is too violent to be controlled.

-So imagine when suddenly your eyes dip into him when he still hasn't realized he's locked in on you. Oh, poor Idia, he thinks he can die right now. His hands hide her strawberry-red face, and in a vague attempt to get out of sight he pulls the collar of his sweatshirt over his nose.

-"I'm sorry!" He will exclaim over and over again, in total panic. You don't know what he's apologizing for, but deep down it's Idia, so don't think about it too long.

-"Everything is alright!" You exclaim, reaching out to lightly caress his head. You can't help it, he's too tender.

-His golden eyes peek shyly, as if he were asking your forgiveness for a crime. "It's just that you're too cute ..." he whispers to you, sure no one else can hear him but you, and you can feel his blush spread to you too.

- Azul's gaze is fleeting. He never persists too much, it is difficult to notice and can easily be mistaken for a casual look that falls on you while his eyes retrace the surrounding environment.

- If someone looks at him long enough, however, the frequency with which that casual look of his falls on you could be quite suspicious, to Floyd for example it is suspicious.

- All he does when your gaze is also on him is to look away with the naturalness with which he placed it, moving it towards his interlocutor or on the book under his nose. You do the same, of course. There is no way you can look at it with the express purpose of admiring it, right?

- It's all right, as long as your catching him red-handed is sudden and insistent. It happens in that particular moment when his pupils find themselves penetrating yours. It is the moment of half a second that makes the difference, that look of yours fallen into his eyes too perfectly that imprisons him, and there he is trapped.

- He looks at you for endless seconds, his eyes slightly wider just like a culprit. How can it escape you now?

-He clears his throat and puts his glasses on his nose, while his eyes wander lightning fast on the too explicit smiles of the twins. Obviously you noticed, that's why you're not taking your eyes off him, right?

- "Forgive me, it's indiscreet of me." He still mumbles, covering his lips with his fingers. Is it a blush you see on the tips of his ears? Now that you're close to him, he can't help but apologize, yet you can't know how agitated his mind is as he looks at your smile.

- "It's okay, I was looking at you too, it's normal, right?" Your sincere answer leaves him thrilled, he almost forgets to breathe. Azul is not one who speaks out of turn, but as you join him to reach the lesson he cannot say a word, too focused to tame his eyes which inevitably continue to rest on you.

[rosykims]

wicked game - part i.

mind blind — ambrose kim x f!button (gracie wiseman) | rated explicit (minors DNI) | 4334 words | post canon, established relationship, dom!rosy, domestic fluff & smut.

Ambrose's silence has an unmistakable presence to it, a heaviness which Gracie feels for the entirety of its several minute lifespan, looming over her hunched shoulders like a bogeyman tamed and befriended. It's a game he likes to play with her sometimes, one of many. Stubborn and insistent, waiting to see which one of them gives in to the gnawing quiet first.

Only, at this hour, she's too distracted and far too restless to pretend it's much of a challenge to outwait him. Gracie didn't say her first words until she was five years old — why he thinks she'll be swayed by five minutes is beyond her."

Damn it, Gracie."

Whatever smugness she'd been anticipating in victory is thoroughly banished by the cut of his voice through the quiet, sudden enough to make her startle. Eleven hours and four Red Bulls into her study session may have made her a little jittery, but what are final year exams for if not impending caffeine addiction and heart palpitations?

"Good morning," she says lightly, nose still buried in her Aeon Student Guide. "Did you sleep well? I hope I didn't wake you."

"Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"It's —" Biting down irritation, she glances at her smartphone — "it's nearly 5."

"It's nearly 5. Tell me, were you planning on sleeping at all this weekend?"

"Oh, please don't be cross. I'm nearly finished."

"You said that exact same thing at 1900 last night."

That's because she'd been lying at 1900 last night, just like she's lying now.

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