#Feel free to steal this AU and make it better if you wish

[dreamingblacktabby]

Thistlestar's Reign (part 3)

Thistlestar starts to become more paranoid now that he's on his last life and tells the healers they are not allowed to attend the next half moon gathering

Fireheart decides to try and sway Tigerclaw to join the rebellion so he gets Tigerclaw alone in the woods

Tigerclaw calls Fireheart a traitor upon learning that the healers are conspiring against Thistlestar and wants to tell Thistlestar immediately

They are both caught by some ShadowClan cats who were scouting out ThunderClan territory and are brought to ShadowClan camp as prisoners

Fireheart uses this opportunity to speak with Blackstar and tells him of the vision he had had about the clans falling into ruin and the war between ThunderClan and ShadowClan just being the start

Tigerclaw attempts to escape, killing a couple ShadowClan cats in the process, ending with him being killed by Blackstar himself

Blackstar warns Fireheart that the war will not be over until Thistlestar is dead

Fireheart is beat up and then he and Tigerclaw's body are dumped at the border where they are later found by a ThunderClan patrol

Thistlestar is angered at the sight of his dead deputy and declares that ShadowClan has gone too far and must be eliminated

Fireheart attempts to protest against this but Thistlestar won't listen to him

Sandstorm decides that peace is not an option and they have to kill Thistlestar before he gets ThunderClan killed by trying to take revenge

Fireheart suggests they gather support from RiverClan and possibly even go and try to find WindClan to aid

Sandstorm doesn't want to wait but agrees to at least attempt to get aid from RiverClan

They attempt to go to RiverClan but find the river is flooded

They rescue a couple of kits who were stranded in the water and attempt to return them to RiverClan who ends up being too weakened by the flood to help much

Fireheart talks with Softpetal for a bit and she tells him that they had actually scented some WindClan cats at the border

Fireheart and Sandstorm go to investigate and discover that WindClan had returned to their territory, having been lead back by Ravenpaw who is now a WindClan warrior, Ravenstep

Ravenstep gets them an audience with Tallstar who agrees to help aid them in taking down Thistlestar and bringing peace to the clans

Fireheart and Sandstorm return to camp where Spottedleaf tells them Thistlestar has made Whitestorm his new deputy

The little rebellion has a meeting so Fireheart and Sandstorm can tell them about WindClan and RiverClan

Thistlestar was planning on going after ShadowClan in a couple of days so Yellowfang suggests they gather up all the warriors who are willing to stand down if a fight were to break out to prevent as much death as possible

Fireheart and Spottedleaf gather up support within ThunderClan while Yellowfang manages to gather support from ShadowClan and Sandstorm keeps WindClan informed on whats going on

Fireheart finds wariness in all the ThunderClan warriors when he asks them to stand down if told to fight but most agree to not fight as long as ShadowClan doesn't attack

The night before the battle, Fireheart has a vision of blood and StarClan cats warn him peace will come but at a great cost

When the time comes Thistlestar gathers everyone and sets off to attack ShadowClan camp only to find them waiting for him at the border

Fireheart secretly followed them and watches as Blackstar attempts to convince Thistlestar to back down and end the fighting

WindClan shows up as well and Tallstar explains there has been enough bloodshed in the forest

Thistlestar is enraged and tells ThunderClan to attack but no one moves

Whitestorm explains that there would be no fighting that day and it was time for the war to come to an end

Thistlestar attacks his son in a lot of rage and Fireheart realizes Thistlestar might actually kill him so he jumps in and attacks the leader to save Whitestorm

Bluefur jumps in to try and save her former apprentice and the three cats end up on the Thunderpath in the path of a huge monster

Bluefur manages to throw Fireheart to safety at the cost of her life alongside Thistlestar's

Everyone is stunned over what happened until Blackstar sees an opportunity to take out ThunderClan who he sees as being the cause of all the problems in the forest

ShadowClan cats attack the ThunderClan cats until WindClan jumps in on ThunderClan's side

Blackstar loses a life and Whitestorm is killed alongside the ShadowClan deputy Russetfur

Tallstar manages to convince everyone to return to their own camps so ThunderClan returns home leaderless and with three dead cats

ThunderClan is too stunned to react immediately but eventually discussion of a new leader is had and eventually they settle on Lionheart as the new leader with Frostfur as his deputy

The four clans all begin to settle in, all damaged from the events that had taken place, but with a wary promise of peace between them all for the next few seasons

Cinderpelt is given an opportunity to train as a warrior and Yellowfang retires leaving Spottedleaf and Fireheart as the healers in ThunderClan

The fire still happens giving ThunderClan a right scare but RiverClan takes them in temporarily until ThunderClan territory is safe to return to

The four clans rebuild and heal

-The end-

[sreyaya]

late night drabbles, Part IV

Part III, His Birthday, My Present

Part V, Big Yet Gentle <3

Missing Underwear, huh?

College AU | Pervert!Norton Campbell x Reader NSFW

Content Warning: bj w/o relationship, Perverted!Norton, handjob, blowjob, getting caught, short drabble, 500 words, MDNI

(A/n: i purposefully wrote it this short cuz it was all just my late night imaginations! Sorry if it doesn't make sense or ends badly :[)

smut under the cut!

Being best friends with Norton since childhood had its perks, he was always THE gentleman, helping your parents when needed, accompanying you when they were away, and listening to your endless stories about college or work stress. He even applied and went to the same university just so you wouldn’t feel lonely.

On the contrary, Norton was also such a tease, making fun at your grades, your height, and a bunch of other things. It baffled you how so many girls went crazy for him. But who could blame them? His handsome face and flirty attitude were an irresistible combination. Sometimes, his flirts left your heart racing, especially when he does it to you.

But nothing could have prepared you for this moment. You were supposed to tell him your grades were better this exam, when you walked in on him, moaning softly in his bed with your missing underwear wrapped around his erection. It was no wonder some of your undergarments had been mysteriously stained.

As he sees you, he stammered, trying to form coherent words as you quietly closed the door behind you, setting your bags down, seems like it's your turn for all the teasing~

“Don’t stop on my account,” you grinned mischievously. “or do you want any help?”

His eyes widened, shocked at your suggestion, as he hesitated for a moment before nodding unassuringly, guilt and desire mixing in his gaze. You moved closer, positioning yourself on the floor as he sat on the edge of the bed. You grasped his erection firmly, feeling the heat and pulsing need beneath your fingers. Norton whimpered lightly as you began stroking him, your touch sending shivers through his body.

"So you're the one who's been stealing my underwear, huh?" you asked, your voice teasing yet firm. Your hand moved constantly up and down his shaft, occasionally flicking your tongue over the slit of the head, looking at him lazily. “I have to clean up everything twice because of your cum stains. It’s such a hassle, you know”, you continued.

Norton’s face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. He couldn’t deny the truth. All those nights he had stolen your underwear, fisting his cock while imagining it was you, especially when you wore those low-cut tops that revealed too much of your breasts or the tight pencil skirts on Fridays that hugged your thighs and accentuated your ass, it was all in his head, roaming rent free. He bit his lip, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with a desperate hunger.

"sorry, 'm so sorry," he managed to whimper out, his body shivered at how much he enjoyed this, probably a little too much too~

You smiled, leaning in to lick the bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock. "Just make sure you make it up to me," you murmured, once again looking at him with that eyes, making him melt under your touch, your breath hot against his sensitive skin. "We wouldn’t want any more of my underwear to go missing, would we?"

Norton groaned, his hips bucking slightly into your hand. The line between guilt and pleasure blurred as you continued to pleasure him, muttering more 'sorries' and 'thank yous' as your teasing words only heightening the pleasure he's feeling. Patting your head every now and then for how good you were sucking him.

Truth to be told, this was one of his silent wishes. You walking in on him pleasuring himself with the thought of you. What other erotic scenes have he been imagining?

[biconickyoshi]

Okay y’all… I was very critical of eps 3 & 4 (especially 4) of NAtLA. Then all of a sudden eps 5 & 6 kinda slapped me in the face with how much better the show suddenly got.

Spoiler-free thoughts first:

Zuko, Iroh, and Aang have cemented themselves as the best parts about this adaptation - which is really funny considering I’m currently writing a longfic AU where Zuko and Iroh discover Aang in the iceberg right after Zuko is banished at age 13 and end up becoming the first members of the Gaang (albeit reluctantly at first lol). Episode 6: “Masks” (the Blue Spirit adaptation) was so good, I’d venture to say that it actually improved and fleshed out some things from the original series.

Episode 5: “Spirited Away”, while not as good as E6, was not as bad as I heard people say it was going to be. I think that the changes they did make didn’t bother me nearly as much as the changes they made in the last episode, and it was actually entertaining.

There were several scenes that made me cry in both of these episodes (moreso in episode 6, which I’ll get into further down in the spoiler section). These are the scenes that I feel like really tapped into the heart of the original show rather than feeling like a soulless remake.

Now for my in-depth thoughts (INCLUDES SPOILERS):

EP 5: “Spirited Away”

- Staring out, I was bummed because I had just rewatched the first two eps of the original animated series lol.

- It was an interesting choice to have all three members of the Gaang get stuck in the Spirit World, but I think it worked.

- Wan Shi Tong just showing up randomly was a bit unnecessary, but I suppose it will be kinda interesting to see him again in S2 since he’s already met the Gaang

- Hei Bai plays a much smaller role in these eps, but I strangely didn’t mind that either?

- Seeing Katara’s last memory with her mom was devastating, especially the fact that she had to witness her death and hide in the igloo with Kya’s charred body :(( she definitely has severe PTSD.

- Even Sokka’s memory made me tear up a bit

- Koh being the villain and a soul-eater or whatever was a bit of an odd choice, but I guess I can see why they did it. I do prefer him just being an asshole who steals ppl’s faces lol

- Appreciated the Fog of Lost Souls reference from the LoK lore

- Aang reuniting with Gyatso made me cry. I know some people didn’t like him being in the Spirit World, but I really liked it. Also, the fact that Gyatso was the first person to tell Aang that it wasn’t his fault the Air Nomads died, and that if he had been there he would have died too? THANK YOU! My poor boy has been berated enough for “abandoning” the world.

- We got some interesting lore about the afterlife for humans from Gyatso and Aang’s convo, which we’ve never gotten in AtLA media before. Idk if it’s just for Air Nomads, but Aang mentions that Gyatso stayed behind instead of “seeking enlightenment”. I know that the end goal in Buddhism is to reincarnate until you eventually achieve nirvana, so I wonder if that’s what they were alluding to (I’m not an expert on religions so pls correct me if I’m wrong)

- Oh yeah, I forgot June is here lmao. As a queer person I loved her (bc beautiful goth woman) but I didn’t like the weird choice to make her hit on Iroh - I guess to contrast the Iroh being creepy towards her thing in the OG series. I wish they would have just had them interact normally tbh, no weird “flirting”

EP 6: “Masks”

- Here we go y’all. The best episode in the show so far and probably the best the show is gonna get this season. I’m still pretty shocked at how good this one was.

- I think the decision to include flashbacks to Zuko’s Agni Kai was a good decision here. It felt like an appropriate episode for them and the flashbacks were very well done.

- In general, Dallas is doing a phenomenal job at portraying a Zuko who is angry and aggressive, yes, but also so very sweet and compassionate at his core. I love when little inklings of his true self shine through.

- Roku was… not what I expected. He was very much more of a lighthearted and jokey person… I didn’t hate it, it was just unexpected lol. I wonder if they did that to contrast him with Kyoshi. Which, speaking of, I’m glad Roku clarified that Aang doesn’t just need to be a merciless warrior (and that he didn’t berate Aang for “abandoning” the world like she did). But I still am annoyed about the mischaracterization of Kyoshi in general.

- RIP Shyu :/

- Thought it was kind of strange how June captures Aang at Roku’s temple lol. Like how did she get on and off the island??

- Zhao continues to feel like a completely different character to me lmao. I think this version is pretty funny, but it’s so weird to see Zhao being portrayed as so goofy and incompetent when he was such an intimidating force and the main villain of Book 1 in the OG series. Just a weird direction they went with his character.

- The Yuyan archers look cool as fuck. 10/10 no notes

- Still not sure how I feel about Azula already being this insecure and jealous of Zuko. I think it makes her feel a bit more realistically like a child, but the whole point of Azula’s character is that she is really good at maintaining this cool and calm persona on the surface, which she uses to scare and manipulate people. I can see her maybe getting to a point later on to where she hardens herself into that though. We’ll see.

- Baby Zuko asking Iroh how he looks and his little smile 😭😭😭😭 I had a physical “aww” reaction to that. THAT’S MY SON (me and Iroh shouting in unison)

- War Room scene was handled very well. No complaints. I like how Ozai tried to test Zuko with battle strategies.

- Blue Spirit break out scene was extremely close to the original, and it was really good. They adapted it almost shot for shot with all the important parts.

- Here’s probably my favorite part of the episode: Zuko and Aang’s talk inside the abandoned house after they escape from Pohuai!!!!!! Gahhhh I could gush about this scene all day. I love how they expanded it to be an actual friendly conversation between Aang and Zuko. Like we get to see Zuko’s true self coming through - the sweet, kind boy we know he is. Zuko and Aang just have such great chemistry as well, wayyy more than Aang has with either Sokka or Katara. Like I adored them bonding over painting and caligraphy!!! I think this is the best acting we’ve seen from Gordon so far, and Dallas did a phenomenal job switching back to that hurt, angry version of himself (of course a trauma response). And the fact that Aang said “sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you” when he blocked Zuko’s firebending attack??? My sweet boy 😭

- The final flashback to the Agni Kai was really well done too. I’d already heard Zuko fights back, which I wasn’t sure I’d like, but I actually didn’t mind it. I really liked that they showed Zuko’s hesitation whenever he did actually have an opening, and that was what angered Ozai the most - Zuko showing compassion, “weakness”. Daniel Dae Kim is of course doing a phenomenal job (no surprises there), and I really liked that Iroh actually attempted to stop Ozai at one point. It also looked like young Azula had tears in her eyes, which I again actually liked because it humanizes her.

- I loved that Aang was still there when Zuko woke up on the boat 😭 he wanted to make sure he was okay!! I full on started crying when we got the “do you think we could have been friends too?” lines from him. Again, Gordon killed it. I love how you can tell that Aang knows Zuko has been hurt and that’s why he acts the way he does. He doesn’t blame him for any of it. 10/10

- the last flashback to Zuko in his bed recovering from the burn… god the tears just kept flowing. I really liked the choice to have Ozai almost give Zuko a chance to like… idk understand why he did what he did, and how compassion is “weak”?? And then Zuko’s response to give people a chance 😭😭😭 as if I couldn’t love him any more!!! And then of course Ozai gets pissed. But seeing baby Zuko just cry in his bed UGH I’m dehydrated at this point

- Of course I can’t finish this review without mentioning the 41st division. What an incredible way to expand upon the source material by making them Zuko’s crew!!! It shows just how much Zuko truly cares about others and it moved me so much (once again to tears).

I don’t have high hopes for the last two episodes, but honestly, if this is what the live action can be, it gives me a bit of hope (at least for future seasons). I really think that Dallas, Gordon, Paul, and Daniel were the stars of this ep and are a big part of what made it so good.

[peachhcs]

for the celly prompt 12 is so samy and will now that the season is over and it’s getting closer to the semester ending i think that sam would drag will into the kitchen and they would just dance and soak up life with eachother

dancing like nobody's watching

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will blurb)

finals always makes everyone stressed, so samy drags some of her friends to the lake house for a weekend getaway.

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there were perks about having older brothers who owned their own lake house that loved their little sister so much that they let her crash in it for the weekend. classes were winding down, but that meant finals were quickly approaching. what better way to take some time off studying other than driving an hour north for the weekend? 

when samy went to jack with the proposal he told her two things: “no parties and no having sex with your boyfriend anywhere but your room.” once they agreed on those two things, he placed the keys to the house in her hand with a smile. he enjoyed seeing his little sister do things he wished he could’ve done when he was her age, so agreeing to let her stay in the lake house for the weekend wasn’t a hard decision. 

“i can’t believe we’re already done with freshman year,” hannah commented as she helped samy unpack some food in the kitchen. the boys already rushed towards the dock, wanting to get the first dip in. 

“me neither. feels like yesterday we just started. i’m excited for summer though, i think it’s gonna be a good ome,” the brunette smiled when she saw will, moldy, and luca running back towards the house, soaking wet from the lake. 

the door burst open and will went straight for samy. he trapped her in his arms, shaking his wet hair out on her like a dog. “will!” samy exclaimed, trying to escape his grasp. 

nick and luca did the same to hannah leaving both girls struggling to run away from the boys. “you love me anyway,” will hummed with a kiss against samy’s temple. 

“maybe not anymore. go shower off or something, you smell like the lake,” the girl ducked out of his arms earning a playful eye roll from the blonde. 

“come with me?” will dared to say in front of everyone else. luca and nick whistled while samy’s own face flushed. 

“been here for twenty minutes and the couple’s already going at each other,” nick teased, roughing up will’s shoulder. he had a mix of pride and embarrassment washed into his features. 

“you’re so annoying. go get clean. all of you,” the brunette eyed all three boys, her harsher tone finally settling them down. nick saluted. 

“yes, ma’am.” 

the three of them disappeared into different bathrooms. samy rolled her eyes, spinning back to hannah who was a fit of giggles. “god, i can’t wait for summer when everyone’s here,” the girl hummed. 

—

later that night, will helped samy in the kitchen making dinner. soft hums of the speaker drifted through the room along with luca, nick, and hannah trying to play a game of uno in the other room. the couple worked in comfortable silence beside one another—will cutting up the vegetables that samy added to the soup she was trying to make. 

he’d steal glances at her every so often when she wasn’t looking just to look at her. her curls fell down her back, frizzing at the ends from the spring heat. one of his boston college t-shirts hung loosely at her hips, probably one she stole from him when she visited last. somehow, he lost more shirts every time she came to visit, so he knew she most likely had a collection of them back in her dorm. 

“you should’ve come to boston with how many shirts of mine you have,” will teased a bit, poking her side. 

“don’t worry, i have about twenty more back at umich,” the girl giggled. she dumped the last of the cut up veggies into the pot and placed the lid on so the soup could cook for a bit. will watched as she rinsed the dishes off before plopping them into the dishwasher. his eyes never left her figure, so when samy found his gaze again, she was surprised when he was already looking at her. 

“what? do i look bad or something?” samy raised her eyebrow. 

the blonde quickly shook his head, moving to snake his hands around samy’s waist, “no, not at all. just admiring you.” 

his words earned a blush across samy’s cheeks as she pressed her cheek into his chest. they stood like that for a second until the song changed and sounds of the backseat lovers’ voices drifted through the speakers singing kirby girl. samy’s eyes lit up hearing her favorite summer song playing. 

“i overhead that she was 19. got a fake a id and a nose ring. those kind of girls tend to know things better than i do,” samy and will quickly sung along. 

as the beat picked up, will spun samy around before pulling her back into his chest. they swayed to the song, singing along to the lyrics together with big smiles on their faces. hearing these songs along with the warmer days meant summer was so soon and so was being able to spend an entire three months together. freshman year was fun, but the two couldn’t wait until they weren’t separated by states and nightly facetime calls turned into falling asleep in each other’s arms. 

the next song was another one of samy’s favorites that she played nonstop during the summer. declan mckenna always knew how to make the best summer songs. the guitar riff got the two excited as samy spun will around the kitchen. 

“i heard you sold the amazon to show the country that you’re from,” the brunette began. 

her and will started jumping when the chorus started. their commotion caused the other three to go investigate and samy quickly urged them to join. soon all five of them were jumping around the kitchen—the idea of finals and the end of the school year far from their minds while screaming declan’s song at the top of their lungs because that was the only thing that mattered in the moment. 

[epinebleue]

for the rest of our lives | jung jaehyun

not every little girl dreams of being Queen one day.

pairing: prince!jung jaehyun x princess!reader (female)

genre: royalty!au, angst, fluff (but you’ll miss it if you blink).

warnings: heavy depiction of anxiety.

author’s note: for the rest of our lives was one of the fics that marked my beginning as a tumblr writer, so starting this new but familiar journey with it feels just right.

listen to: hush by everglow (you’ll see that i’ve introduced quotes (in pink) from the song in the story).

The red roses are growing. 

Spring has arrived earlier this year. The garden is splashed with pink, peach, and orange flowers that can be observed from the terrace of your room. The air is chilly, but not cruel like that of winter. It’s refreshing, it smells like a new start. Maybe that’s the reason why your mother insisted on celebrating the wedding in April. 

Standing on the terrace, you follow your father’s figure. He’s walking down the pebble path; his crown, made of gold and rubies, shines under the sun. Even from the heights, you catch the smile hidden under his big, black beard. His eyes shine even more than his crown. He’s happy, how couldn’t he? His daughter, his only child, is finally getting married. One step closer to becoming Queen.

Behind him, your mother talks to one of the maids, pointing a graceful finger towards the garden. Two men carry a table, placing it exactly where your mum has asked. She nods, ordering them to go grab the chairs. Jae, your husband-to-be, wanted an outdoor banquet, and it's hard to tell him when he gives you that charming smile. 

Your heart starts to pound faster in your ribcage. Husband-to-be. That’s a serious title. You press your palm against your chest, feeling the silky texture of your nightgown under it. You close your eyes and take a big breath in. Your life doesn’t feel yours anymore, yet, somehow, you’re living it. It’s like a dream you aren’t able to wake up from.

A light knock on your door startles you, but every worry that clouds your mind disappears the moment you hear your favorite voice coming from outside. 

“It’s open, you can come in.” 

Jaehyun is holding a bouquet as if it were his newborn child. It consists of roses, tulips, and baby's breath: a mix of your favorite flowers. You accept it, even if you think you don’t deserve it. You force yourself to look into his eyes, ever so soft. They make you feel better. Jaehyun always makes you feel better. 

“Good morning.” 

“Good morning.” Your tone is playful and so is his smile. “Isn’t it too early for flowers?” 

“Any time is good to give my future wife flowers.” He leans forward to steal a kiss from you. You don’t fight it. “I’m going back home in a few minutes; I’ve got to pick up my grandma for tonight’s dinner.” 

“So, you’re abandoning me.” 

He doesn’t laugh, because you’re not joking. He has a younger brother who could bring Queen Haneul, but Jaehyun is the favorite grandchild, the one who will become King. You understand, in a way, but you wish he had said no for once. He knows how much you hate organizing big events. 

“Don’t be like that.” 

All in all, he knows you can’t stay angry at him, so his smile doesn’t disappear. Even his eyes are smiling, forming half-moons. Forget your father’s crown, Jaehyun’s smile is the shiniest thing you’ve seen today. “I'll be here in no time. You won’t even notice my absence.” 

“I take that as a promise.” 

You tiptoe to kiss him again. It’s not a little peck this time, but a proper kiss. Your lips capture his and you get lost in his arms, which hold your waist. Now, this is a dream you'd like to live in. You wish you could turn it into liquid and pour it into a bottle to take a sip whenever you need to. Here, in Jaehyun’s embrace, you feel safe, you feel happy, you feel free. Or, at least, the illusion of all of it. 

Someone clears their throat, making you break apart with a jump. Jaehyun turns around with a straight back to find your maid. She looks down, avoiding eye contact and trying to hide her rosy cheeks. 

“I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You turn to Jaehyun. “I’ll see you tonight then.” 

Jaehyun says his goodbyes, pressing his lips to avoid a laugh coming out, and the maid bows to him when he passes by. 

“I’m sorry, princess, really sorry.” She repeats, getting in the room. 

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, Lami. We should’ve closed the door.” 

Lami is still young, a bit inexperienced, and clumsy. But she’s also genuine and funny. It reminds you of when you were a child. 

Lami makes your bed while you have breakfast, then walks to your closet to choose a dress for you. 

“Would you like to wear yellow today, princess?”

You like yellow, so you agree. Leaving the flowers carefully on the couch, you get up and hop into the bathroom to brush your teeth and have a shower. The yellow dress makes you feel fresh, just like the flowers Jaehyun has gifted you. You sit in front of the dresser, noticing that a sleepless night has taken its toll: the bags under your eyes are huge. 

You grab your hairbrush from the drawer. It's a gift from your late grandfather, who bought it during one of his trips. It’s made of gold and your initials are engraved on it. It’s so old that it’s all scratched, and several sows have fallen. 

“Are you excited?” Lami asks, watching you brush your hair. It’s your favorite moment of the day. The sows against your scalp relax you, and God knows you need it today. “I can’t believe the wedding's tomorrow.” 

Something inside you screams, but you remain silent. The moment has finally come. 

You're getting married tomorrow.  

Everything ends tomorrow.

“Should we move this table a bit to the left?” Your mother asks, authority disguised as a friendly request. The servants nod and move the table under your mother’s hawk gaze. “There, perfect. What do you think, sweetheart?” 

“I think it looks perfect, mother. Everything’s perfect.” 

You walk behind the Queen with arms crossed, pretending you care greatly about the position of the tables and the color of the tablecloths when, in fact, you couldn’t care less. You wish Jaehyun was here. Everything’s easier when he's by your side. 

“I can’t believe it.” Your mother claps. “It feels like yesterday when you met Jae for the first time, doesn't it?” 

The fond memory makes you smile. “I never imagined that I'd marry the boy who spilled his lemonade all over my dress, then tried to make the stain go away with water.” 

“Isn’t it crazy?” 

You can’t stand the proud look that your mother gives you. The fact that you'd be Queen one day was never a secret. A big grin appeared on your face anytime your parents brought up the subject, a grin that hid your true emotions. It was your destiny, and you had learned to accept the life that came with it. 

A life trapped inside an iridescent crystal cage, always able to look out but never allowed to leave.

Jaehyun always keeps his promises.

He shows up earlier than you thought, so he’s the one in charge of welcoming the guests as you get ready. 

Jaehyun’s at the bottom of the stairs as you go down. He doesn’t notice you at first, looking away and bouncing his leg. When his eyes finally find you, the face he puts is priceless. The dress you’re wearing tonight is pale pink, a gift from Jae. You love how it fits you, but you love how Jaehyun looks at you when you wear it more: as if you were the most precious thing in his life, if not the only; as if he would fight wars for you. 

“You look beautiful tonight.” He mutters once you're by his side. 

“Just tonight?” 

Two guards stand in front of the door that leads to the garden, where everything’s ready for your grand entrance. 

Jaehyun offers you his arm, and you don’t hesitate to grab it. You’re so nervous that you think your legs will fail and you’ll fall in front of everyone. As if he read your mind, he whispers so that only you can hear him. 

“I’ve got you.” 

You know he does.

Jaehyun nods at the guards and they open the doors, the clapping of the guests deafening. Both of you wave your hands at them as you make your way towards the main table, where Jaehyun moves the chair for you to sit, and then occupies the seat beside you. 

The dinner goes smoothly. Jaehyun kisses your hand at every opportunity, but you don’t complain. It makes your heart flutter, it makes you forget.

Your father stands up before dessert comes, softly hitting a glass to announce he’s about to talk. He tells a joke that makes everyone laugh before giving a speech that makes your mother cry. You blow him a kiss from your seat, mouthing that you love him. He tells you that he loves you, too. You wonder, would he still love you if you ran away?

Jaehyun rises to his feet with a hand extended in your direction, which you accept. He leads you to the center of the garden, standing in front of you. There's a bow with his hand on his chest that makes you giggle, then you're placing your hand on Jaehyun’s shoulder, looking into his eyes. He grabs your waist, and the orchestra starts to play. The pair of you move around swiftly as if your movements were natural and not the result of months of training with the world's best dancer. 

“Tomorrow by this time we'll be married.”

Your jaw clenches, and your heart stops for a second. 

“I know.” You manage to answer. “It doesn't feel real.” 

“I can’t wait,” Jaehyun whispers. “I can’t wait to make you my wife and form a family. I’ll tell our kids magical stories, stories in which fairies will save princesses and monsters will become good things.” 

Only Jaehyun would make you feel like you deserve something as precious as a family with him. Does wanting to run away make you a bad person? Of course, it does. The only thing you love from this life is him, but it’s not like you can choose. It’s all or nothing, it has always been. Tears that you think he mistakes for those of happiness slide down your cheeks, ruining your makeup.

“You’re like the twinkle star I imagined every day since I was five." You press your face against his chest. He allows your tears to wet his shirt. “I love you, Jaehyun. I love you more than I love myself. You believe me, right?” 

“Of course I do. And I love you, too. I'll always love you, even when I'm grey and wrinkly.” He kisses the top of your head, then hides his face away to whisper in your ear. “No matter what you decide. I promise.”

Jaehyun always keeps his promises.

Your aunt tries to console your weeping mother only to fail miserably because she can’t stop laughing at her crying face. They start bickering, and you’re grateful for not being the main focus. 

You’re standing on top of a big, white stool. Fluttering around you, the maids make sure that everything’s seamless, that nothing’s out of place. The wedding dress is the perfect size, yet you feel trapped in it. You inhale, then exhale. Once, twice, three times, but it doesn’t work. The pressure against your chest doesn’t disappear. 

There’s a mirror in front of you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at your reflection. You wouldn’t recognize the person there. 

“Princess?” Lami calls. She seems to be the only one in the room who sees you, who really sees you. “Are you okay?” 

You nod, forcing a smile. “I’m just nervous.” 

Someone comes in to inform that all the guests are in the church and that the prince has arrived, too. 

It’s time. 

Lami helps you get off the stool. You hold onto her hands as if they were a lifebuoy in the middle of the sea, and you, a shipwreck. Every step you take out of the house and towards the carriage is heavy and hesitant. You get in, glancing at Lami through the window. You press the palm of your hand against the glass, eyes slowly filling up with tears.  

This is a goodbye, but not to Lami. Not to any other than yourself.

The young maid presses her hand right where yours is and nods. 

“It’ll be okay.” 

That’s the last thing you hear before the carriage starts moving.

The way to the church feels endless. The weight in your chest grows and grows, until you think you’ll stop breathing. 

You know you shouldn’t feel this way. You’re marrying the love of your life. That should be enough to ease you, shouldn’t it? The woods advance as the carriage moves. You fantasize about the idea of jumping out of the vehicle and diving into the forest, getting lost in its depths, forever. 

Your dad, dressed in uniform, helps you get out of the car when you arrive. A red carpet covers the way from the carriage to the church’s entrance. You stand at the beginning of it, holding onto your father’s arm with one hand, your white bouquet on the other. 

“You look beautiful.” He says, teary-eyed. “I’m proud of you.” 

The doors open all of a sudden. The wedding march starts to play, so you walk. Better said, your father drags you because there’s no way you feel in control of your body anymore.

The pews are full of family, friends, and strangers with their eyes fixed on you. Yours can only focus on Jaehyun. He’s wearing his uniform as well, and that smile you love so much. But there’s something wrong. Something in his face looks off. You reach the aisle, where your father hugs you and kisses your forehead. He’s crying. You rarely see your father cry. 

You stand next to Jaehyun. The priest talks but you don’t hear a thing. You can’t do this. You thought you could, but you can’t. Jaehyun holds your hand; the murmurs are instant. What a lovely bride, she’s so nervous. What a lovely groom, look how he’s comforting her. 

The memorized vows come out of your mouth easily. You glance at Jaehyun’s shaky hands before looking into his eyes, overflowing with fear. He isn’t scared of forgetting his vows, he’s scared of losing you. 

“Do you, Jaehyun, take this woman to be your wedded wife?” 

Jaehyun responds right away. “I do.” 

“Do you, Y/N, take this man to be your wedded husband?” 

The question feels like a death sentence. 

You love him, you love him so much that it breaks your heart. You want to beg him to run away with you, but he'd never do that. It would mean leaving his kingdom behind, and he loves his kingdom as much as he loves you. Forcing him to choose would be a selfish move.

But again, condemning yourself to a life that won’t make you happy would also be selfish. Leaving Jaehyun will break your heart, but you're not sure if you can die from a broken heart. Being Queen, however, will certainly kill you.

This isn’t the life you want. You’ve always known. Jaehyun has always known.

Adults want a quick answer, their voices wondering why you’re taking so much time to answer. You try to ignore them, but they’ve already made their way through your brain. You’ve already made up your mind, though, their words can’t change your mind. 

“I love you, Jae.” You grab his hands with tears in your eyes and kiss them. “Please, please, forgive me.” 

You turn around and run away. People get up, gasps ricocheting against the walls of this sacred place. There’s a scream that comes from your father's throat, and you swear he’s chasing you. Jaehyun begs him to stop. 

You look back once you reach the door, hesitating. Is this a good idea? A teary-eyed Jaehyun nods, handing you your confidence back. You open the door and make your way towards the woods. 

The dress hooks on the branches that you have to fight against to make your way through the forest, they scratch your skin. Taking off your heels and throwing them aside, you continue your race. 

You arrive at a clearing, deciding that it’s time to stop now. 

You let your hair loose and check your exposed skin, now red and bloody. 

If you are free then why are you crying? Running away is what you wanted, right? But at what price? Losing your family, losing Jaehyun, losing everything you have ever had. 

The clearing is covered in soft grass and sunlight. Birds chirp in the distance. There’s calm surrounding you but in the ocean that is your soul, you're fighting turmoil. Maybe you should’ve stayed to know how things would've worked out. Maybe Jaehyun would’ve been your rock through it all like he has been all these years.  

You can’t help but wonder. 

Now, with a small collection of wounds, is it too late to turn back?

No reposting or translations allowed.

© epinebleue 2023

[white-poppie]

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐚!𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞

Character: Mafia!Sakusa x Civillian!Reader (Based on the poll) Genre: Mafia AU, Yandere Warnings: blood WC: 0.5k+ Writer:@white-poppie

~ Synopsis: "When Sakusa meets a kind and fearless stranger with similar taste, he can't help but fulfil their rather vicious desires."

~ Note: This is very rushed! My exams are starting soon and I wanted to gift something to you guys before I vanish *poof*

Sakusa was a level-headed man. Smart, cunning and sometimes even manipulative if he might. It wasn't a choice, it was a necessity in the profession he was in.

But right now he was submerged in the twilight zone of obsession and desire. Since he met you, he hasn’t been himself.

Sakura Kiyoomi, the leader of the Japanese Yakuza faction called ‘The Black Jackals’ has a history of distaste for humans in general. He is just slightly concerned about his hygiene and health. As a child, he suffered from a weak immune system. Therefore, as he grew older and the responsibility of the gang came upon his shoulders, he had to be even more cautious about getting sick.

He first saw you at a museum he was visiting. He liked to see his crime scene before committing the crime. He was casually looking at the pieces until one of them caught his eye. A fierce-looking woman in a black dress stood on a medieval balcony looking towards the sky. Her eyes were red and distant and her beauty was so enthralling, one could almost ignore the blood on her figure.

It was spellbinding, the way he automatically moved closer to the frame, until his chest came into contact with something soft. He looked down to see a person, brows scrunched up in distaste, but with a very unkind smile on their face.

"Apologies," he said gruffly and you were taken aback by how melodic his voice sounded unlike his clothes, which looked like he had walked straight out of a 12-year-old girl's fantasy.

"It's fine," you sighed, "you may have to be the second one mesmerized by Madame Hien's beauty."

He tilted his head in question.

"The painting," you replied. "It's called 'Madame Hien'."

He looked back up at the painting. Such exquisite artwork, surely anyone would be enamoured by it, but why were only the two of you there?

"You said the second one. What is that supposed to mean?"

You smiled and looked ahead. "Madame Hien has a reputation for being cursed." You crossed your elbows and looked back at him.

He piped, "aren't you scared?"

"What is there to be scared of? Its a painting, art is supposed to make the comfortable uncomfortable. The artist wanted to make it famous by spreading this rumour however unlike other 'haunted paintings', luck didn't side this one. It didn't become famous."

A deep laugh reverberated through his chest. "such a shame, a masterpiece like this in a secluded corner of a tiny museum owned by the government."

You chuckled at his words, "You talk like an anti-communist during the world wars."

He crossed his hands behind his back, "It's a shame really, this painting deserves so much more than this."

You sighed longingly, "sometimes I wish it had a better place to exist."

You look at her black dress, "wish someone would be kind enough to steal it from this godforsaken place."

He smirked and looked towards you, "for an ideal citizen , you talk really dark."

You smiled and answered, "perhaps, law is there to break anyways."

"So hypothetically if I ever plan on doing something illegal, can I count you in?"

"A hundred percent!" you laughed and fished for your business car, "feel free to call me if you ever want to do something illegal."

Sakusa was hesitant to feel another human's touch, but he agreed, "got you."

You looked at your watch in a hurry, "oh no I have a meeting in an hour!"

Quickly you started heading towards the gate, before stopping dead in your tracks, "wait I never asked your name."

He hesitated as he stared at the floor quietly. "Kiyoomi." He said without mentioning his family name.

You flashed him a smile, "Y/N L/N."

BREAKING NEWS: 'Minor painting in the city museum was stolen. The painting titled, 'Madame Hein' which was infamous for cursing those who saw it, has been stolen. The bizarre fact os that the CCTV footage of the entire day of the museum has been erased completely. The thief left the following message graffitied on the museum wall where the painting used to be.

"It's in a better place now, stranger. See you soon." -- K

⤷‧₊˚ HAIKYU!! (ハイキュー!!) 

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[yanderes-galore]

Hi! May I request a Yan X-Tale!Chara concept?

Thanks!!!

　- 🪷🪼

Sure! Wasn't exactly sure what to call him but I hope you enjoy this :) I recently started Season 2 of Underverse. Take this as an AU (Ironic) where Chara is an adult for both Season 1 and 2 (I ALSO JUST LOVE HIS ADULT DESIGN IN SEASON 2, HELLO? I WANT TO SEE MORE?) This mostly just focuses on behavior anyways.

Sorry if plot is a bit messy, I wasn't sure what even in the story you wanted me to focus on so I just... let my mind wander. I got too excited about writing him I didn't make it full coherent so... here's pure brainrot (?)

Yandere! X-Tale/X-Event! Chara Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Sadism, Trauma, Clingy behavior, Possessive/Protective behavior, Kidnapping, Attachment issues, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Chara certainly wishes for a time where he could be happy and peaceful again.

Despite what he's done, he ultimately wanted to make one true timeline where people are happy.

It doesn't excuse what he's done... Part of him knows that.

His tale is a tragic one and your first few meetings certainly aren't the best.

Chara is used to betrayal, so letting anyone nice near him is difficult.

Maybe you're trying to help Ink, Sans, Fell, and Swap?

Chara may have met you when he was still a phantom with Cross.

That or maybe you were also part or his old timeline, reborn into something new?

There's many possibilities of how you could've met him.

What's true for all of them... is he begins to cling to you.

Maybe deep down he wants to think he has a chance of being better.

Or maybe he just wants to toy with you like all the rest.

Your kindness makes him feel bitter... Yet at the same time he knows he craves it.

You may not like him... But in some way he likes you.

Perhaps you remind him of simpler times.

Maybe you yourself are even a human, one who wanted to help all those copies go home.

He knows you want to help....

However, this whole issue is bigger than you could ever imagine.

Helping him only puts you in danger... Especially when X-Gaster is free.

There's an infinite amount of possibilities for how you can meet, this is the multiverse after all.

Chara's intrigue starts with Cross.

Even as a phantom he notices you and takes interest.

He sticks to his goal... steal code from timelines... appease Nightmare...

But even Nightmare notices the emotions that stir within Chara.

He can tell the human wants to reach out to you in some way.

Perhaps you can be a reward.

When Chara first gets close to you, overpowering Cross as much as he can, he isn't sure how to express his interest.

So he ends up toying with you, body often glitching between that of the skeleton he hosts and himself.

He comes off sadistic, interrogating you about your own timeline.

Occasionally he probably drops hints of interest, although with his grin you don't know if it's genuine.

Another time he meets you is when he's utilizing US! Chara's soul.

Using a human soul he's more stable.

His true form shows and he's often distracted by you.

He hates that you huddle so close to Ink... the traitor.

While he torments US! Sans + Papyrus, he'd probably try to strike up conversation with you or something.

He openly admits his interest at this point..

He offers you a proposition... stop trusting Ink and come with him to start a new universe.

Regardless on if you accept or not, he'd probably try to take you anyways.

Writing for X-Chara gets confusing around the time X-Gaster comes into being.

So for now, let's say eventually X-Chara takes you back to his universe.

With US! Chara's soul, he manages to hold his form enough to communicate with you.

Chara probably reflects some of the mercy feel in his soul towards you, much to Nightmare's distaste.

He may even tell you his story, he isn't sure if he's asking for sympathy or some sort of opinion...

But you seem to want to help him, don't you?

With a Human Soul, he can finally use OVERWRITE again.

He could try and use it on you to make his perfect life.

Especially since you've managed to plague his mind all this time.

Chara may even admit his hopes to you.

He wants to make a timeline where everyone can have their Happy Ending.

Including you and him.

Yes... he's done bad things... but it's for the greater good, no?

So... trust him... he can make you happy.

If you don't comply, well...

He can make it work since you drive him downright insane.

Chara isn't sure what to do with these emotions he has towards you.

It's been too damn long since he even had these....

Chara would do his best to make you compliant in creating something new with him...

New emotions... a new universe... new everything.

Although, even now X-Gaster manages to ruin what he was doing.

When Ink releases X-Gaster and Chara's killed before being revived...

I imagine Chara would want to make a deal to stay compliant.

Sure... in 0.4's Epilogue he sees all his friends and family again.

But there's one thing he wants more than anything.

"Bring them to me."

The request surprises X-Gaster.

Chara's emotions bring him distraction... yet it intrigues him that he wants you of all things.

His brother's back... his universe can come back...

But he wants an anomaly such as you?

I think it would be interesting if X-Gaster complied on this deal and targeted you.

Anything to keep the brat quiet.

One way or another, Chara plans to involve you in his new life.

You will obtain perfect happiness in a perfect universe together...

Even if he has to rely on X-Gaster right now to get it.

[kthecutest]

hi darls<3 how are you I haven't been to online these days therefore I am sick and my throat hurts (and on my bday I'm 19!🤸) 😪 this feeling sucks but I was better reading and re-reading your au's/smut

and while reading one I suddenly had an idea (a smut one gosh I have a brain rot🤸)

you just came home and you call out for Jo and you hear nothing but you hear whimpers and moans from the bed room and when you came in Jo was (ehem jerking of) you decided to not open the door all the way (to enjoy the show🤸🤸‍♀️🤸🤸‍♀️🤸🤸‍♀️🤸) and when he cummed you finally came in "had fun baby?" and he looks at you shocked and surprised and is (embarrassed sort of🤸)

-🤍 anon

omg please take care of yourself! (╥ᆺ╥；) sending you my best wishes! Get well soon! And also I'm so glad you feel better reading my smuts. Your idea is so on point even despite the fever ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ Just think of this as a 'get well soon' gift from me to drive away that fever ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ I decided to add an extra kink too just for extra flavor Hope you'll love this and hope you'll get better soon 🤍 anon!

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ An unintended show.ೃ࿐

Pairing : Jo x f!reader Genre : NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 Warnings ? : Voyeurism, Panty Stealing A/N ೃ⁀➷ MINORS DNI

“Jo??”, a sweet call echoed through the front-doorway. Worry overwhelmed your entire thought process in just a short moment of silence. The worry growing worse until the eerie silence was soon followed by whiny whimpers and slight moans.

You gotta admit you’re not the purest ones out there, so instantly a thought clicked your head. You approached the upstairs bedroom, slowly and steadily, two options filled your head; 1.peek through the ajar door and have your eyes feast on a grand show; 2.ruin it all and join in on tonight’s show.

But it wasn’t long till you chose to take route 1 especially when the air felt so intoxicating with the smell of heat. You were barely holding yourself back, clutching your skirt material, biting down on your cherry lips, as your eyes lay straight onto the figure on the bed. Toes curling underneath the blanket dripped on top, eyes rolling back into his head.

The sight alone had you clutching your mouth with a hand in an attempt to hold in the sudden mewl that threatened to spill out from between your lips.

“Fuck..y/n..~ miss you..”, the tensed boy whimpered, eyebrows furrowing as his hand moved up and down his long shaft in almost a desperate movement. Precum sprawled out and down his hard and standing cock, rutting into his hand.

The clutch on your mouth only got stronger as your other free hand already starts moving on its own downwards, to the edge of your short skirt that is now almost on the edge of getting torn from your tight grip. The words that flew out his mouths made it all just worse, you just wanted to sprint straight in, launch yourself on him (-HIS COCK) The only thought process you had going on, broke down as soon as the whiny boy pulled out a certain something from behind his blanket.

The light blue fabric draped in his palm, before it soon made its way on his cock. It was the exact pair of panties you lost just a week ago. You had no idea, your innocent looking boyfriend would be the little smug thief behind the case. But your thoughts were soon snapped, yanking you straight back to reality. Jo stretched you fabric underwear into a thin but stretchy layer as he started rutting into it, almost tearing it at one point from how his hard cock was poking it so harshly, the precum only soaking up the material, making it translucent. You couldn’t believe your eyes. The sight was like heaven and hell all mixed up.

You looked straight at the fabric covered dick just in time to see him creaming all into your panties letting out a whimpering mewl. The thick cum seeping through the material to the point you were sure the clothing piece could no longer be re-worn from this state.

The state left Jo in a breathy panting, fucked-out state, but he wasn’t about to get any breaths as soon as he heard the sweet but devilish tone of his beloved that he just got off to the thought of.

“Had fun baby~..?”, you licked your lips, the atmosphere instantly filling with tension and heat, the room smelled of sex, as you stood in front of his half-naked figure. “W-when did you get back..!”, he tried to play it off, but the obvious nakedness and the panicked tone that seeped through from behind the scenes was too easy to catch on. “Just.. in time to witness this sexy show you put up for me love~..”, you whined leaning closer to him, staring at him with an animalistic look as you could see the feverish redness streamed through his entire face.

[bard-llama]

WiP Wednesday: Aangsty Soulmate AU

wafflehouse_agnikai commented on Once Upon a Dream with a deliciously aangsty idea that I had to do something with. It doesn't fit into that continuity at all (in fact, I nixed the dreamsharing part of the AU entirely), but here's a bit I started that was supposed to be about Aang post-Invasion of the North thinking he killed his soulmate. And that will still happen.... but my muse decided to start with Zuko's POV of everything first. Enjoy!

(tumblr formatting sucks ass, so sorry in advance)

It started at the South Pole. In the long scheme of things, the moment was hardly that notable – but in the short term, it changed everything.

Because as Zuko stood before the Southern Water Tribe village and faced the Avatar, a young boy with arrow tattoos stared back at him, eyes widening in a way that said Zuko was not the only one feeling this odd burning in his chest.

“No,” Zuko said, even as the Avatar started to grin.

“You’re my soulmate!” the boy said far too cheerfully.

“What!?”

“I am not!” Zuko insisted, attacking to show the truth of it.

The Avatar wielded off his attack and then agreed to go with him. For a moment, Zuko really thought he’d get to go home…

But of course things never went his way.

Watching the beast flying away with the Avatar and two other children on its back, Zuko felt a hollow clanging below his breastbone. He refused to acknowledge what that might mean.

––

It didn’t change anything. Except that when Zuko’s damaged ship floated into the Fire Nation dock, only to be greeted by a newly-promoted Commander Zhao, his crew whispered not just about the Avatar that he had found – but about what the Avatar had said.

Zhao laughed long and hard at that and Zuko scowled, fury twisting through him. It wasn’t true, but even if it was, Zhao’s reaction would make Zuko wish it wasn’t.

“Soulmates with the Fire Nation’s greatest enemy,” Zhao drawled. “What misfortune you have, Prince Zuko.”

“Fuck off,” Zuko snarled.

Zhao just laughed. “I’m sure your father will be pleased by this information,” he taunted, and Zuko tried to pretend it didn’t get under his skin.

It was a lie. He wasn’t anyone’s soulmate! How could he be?

Why would the spirits be so cruel as to tie another soul to his when he was nothing but a perpetual disappointment?

Zuko threw his everything into trying to capture the Avatar, who was absolutely not his soulmate. Capturing the Avatar was the only way he could ever go home – so he would. 

Nothing else mattered.

––

He tried to remind himself of that when he heard the whispers that Zhao had commandeered the Yuyan Archers and they’d managed to capture the Avatar. 

The way his stomach twisted and his chest ached were purely because Zhao was trying to steal his way home. Zuko had to believe that.

Even so, he couldn’t let Zhao get away with that. He needed the Avatar to be free… so he would free them. 

It didn’t mean anything. 

Neither did the way the Avatar saved him after he got knocked out by a Yuyan arrow. 

“Why can’t we be friends?” the Avatar asked softly. “You’re my soulmate.”

“No, I’m not!” Zuko snapped without thinking, shooting fire at the boy. 

Aang dodged easily, but the look on his face was sad as he darted away.

Zuko groaned, rubbing his bruised head.

––

Ultimately, it would’ve been fine if not for Zhao spotting his swords. 

“Well, well,” Zhao’s expression was gleeful. “Skilled with broadswords are you, Prince Zuko?”

“No,” Zuko said, a little too fast. “They’re decorative. Antiques.”

Zhao snorted, slashing one sword through the air. 

“What do you want, Zhao?” Zuko demanded, trying to change the subject.

Zhao’s grin told him that the new subject was not going to be better than the old one.

“I’m taking your crew,” Zhao announced with relish. “And,” he pulled out a scroll, snapping his wrist to unfurl it and hold it before Zuko.

Zuko couldn’t quite read it – but he could he his Father’s personal seal stamped onto the scroll, and suddenly his heart was in his throat.

“The Fire Lord has authorized the arrest of the Avatar’s soulmate,” Zhao said smugly. Then he snapped and footsoldiers came pouring into Zuko’s room to surround him.

Uncle tried to protest, but there wasn’t much that could be done against the Fire Lord’s personally endorsed orders. Zuko debated fighting for a long minute – but ultimately, there were too many of them for him to be able to get away without lethal force and he just… couldn’t. Not his people. Not even if they were following Zhao’s orders.

They didn’t have a choice. Just like he never had. The Fire Lord’s orders must be followed – whether they were to find a legend or to arrest the former Crown Prince.

So Zuko was hauled off in chains to the brig of Zhao’s flagship, which was apparently heading towards the North Pole to invade the stronghold that was sheltering the Avatar. Zuko seethed silently, trying to figure out what to do.

But ultimately, he couldn’t do anything.

––

It was fucking cold in the brig, and the guards got antsy over him using his breath of fire, even though he didn’t do anything except warm himself up. They, at least, were wearing cold weather gear. But Zuko had been arrested in his casual meditation robes and he certainly hadn’t been given any coats or anything and it was fucking cold.

He could tell when the invasion must’ve started, because the ship stopped moving, and there were loud sounds from above, though he couldn’t make out the details.

The guards shifted nervously and Zuko breathed another burst of warmth, shivering slightly. 

While he was sure the actual invasion was hectic, nothing particularly notable happened in the brig – at least, not until Zuko’s head suddenly went a little woozy. The guards also seemed discombobulated – and then someone above them screamed something about the Moon being dead, and Zuko had no idea what to think.

But it didn’t matter, because moments later, there was suddenly a great deal of activity as some force somehow sliced through the hull of the ship, right between Zuko and the guards.

He had just long enough to groan, “oh, fuck,” before the part of the ship he was on started tipping backwards. Acting more on instinct than logic, he sprinted to the edge of the broken ship – and jumped across the widening gap.

Miraculously, he landed in a roll on the other side of the ship, which appeared much more stable. The guards were frantic, panicking, but Zuko managed to shout loud enough to order everyone onto an evacuation boat before the whole ship collapsed on them.

The world was a rush of noise and lights and explosions and Zuko didn’t have the wherewithal to take it in – so he focused on what was happening directly around him, ordering the bodies he could see in the water hauled aboard. 

Polar waters killed fast, and there were some that were beyond saving – but Zuko refused to give up and he was burning through his chi fast using the breath of fire and trying to spread the heat he could produce as far as possible. Shivering soldiers huddled around him, some whimpering in pain, other crying or shaking with fear.

“Look!” someone shouted, and Zuko instinctively listened. “The Moon is back!”

“Thank Agni!” another cried, and they were echoed by everyone, even as the waves around their boat surged and pushed them away from the Northern Water Tribe.

Zuko’s eye wasn’t caught by the Moon, though he too felt relief. No, his eye was caught by the giant water fish monster – which had a small glowing person in its center.

There was only one possible person that could be, and Zuko didn’t know how Aang had gotten so powerful, but he cursed the Avatar for it.

Hundreds of men had been killed here in this battle. Dozens of ships were destroyed beyond repair, and there were some other evacuation boats amongst the fleet – but far too few for what had been lost.

Zuko buried his rage and fear and hurt under the need to focus on the moment. The fleet’s commander was gone, probably dead. Someone had to take charge, and Zuko didn’t really have the authority to do so, but no one else was doing it, so…

The captains of each ship surely knew that no one could force them to follow his orders – and yet, they followed them anyway. Zuko took charge of the invasion fleet’s retreat and even though he’d been banished and even arrested, as far as he could tell, every single soldier did what he told them to.

He didn’t know why, but it made things easier.

––

Captain Tazawa was the highest ranking member of the invasion fleet left, and honestly, he was relieved when the child prince took charge. He had no idea what had happened with the Moon or the horrifying creature that had lashed out at the fleet. It had looked like a giant koi fish made of water, and he’d heard more than a few people whispering about the Ocean Spirit taking revenge for their wife.

Because for a moment there, the Moon had been dead, they all knew it. He couldn’t explain how he knew it, but he did. Somehow, she had been restored and no one knew how, but that was nothing new. No one knew anything about what had happened. As far as they’d known, this was a standard invasion, a completely normal assignment. They had no idea how the Moon and the Ocean had ended up in play.

Captain Tazawa… suspected he could guess. He’d once spotted Admiral Zhao cackling gleefully about the spirits being mortal and while he hadn’t lended any credence to it at the time, now he was starting to think that maybe Zhao had done something incredibly stupid.

And the rest of the fleet were the ones to pay the price. Typical.

But while that price had been steep – it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, and that was entirely due to the Prince. Despite the incredibleness of what had happened to them – the Ocean had attacked them! – Prince Zuko focused only on the practical. He helped keep the people they fished out of the water alive with heat and even when enough time had passed that there were none left alive, he still continued to order their retrieval. 

The ships were doubled up with at least two crewmen to a cabin, but Prince Zuko had managed to find somewhere for everyone to stay and he had the captains in the fleet doing a headcount, comparing the drowned soldiers’ dog tags to the crew rosters. There were a lot of people still missing, people who hadn’t been recovered – but on the whole, more people were alive than not and all of them were whispering about their prince, who had saved people’s lives with his dragon’s fire, who had helped everyone, not even paying attention to their rank. 

It wasn’t the first time Prince Zuko had stood in defense of his people, Captain Tazawa remembered. He’d been there that day almost three years ago when the Fire Lord had punished his son for defending his people. Or so the rumors said. Captain Tazawa had always doubted them, wanting to believe there was another reason for the Agni Kai – but now…

Fire Lord Ozai had declared his son a coward for refusing to fight, but it was very obvious through the course of their retreat that Prince Zuko was anything but cowardly. If anything, he could stand to be more cautious. But while the rest of them had panicked, he had stepped up to take charge – and Captain Tazawa respected that.

That was part of why he approached the Prince now. 

“Sir,” Captain Tazawa began.

“Ah, Captain,” Prince Zuko rubbed his face, clearly exhausted – and just as clearly not intending to stop working until he dropped. “Um. Do you need your bridge back?”

“No, sir,” Captain Tazawa said. Then he took a breath and said bluntly, “you need to sleep. Sir.”

Prince Zuko stared at him uncomprehendingly. “What?”

“It’s been three days, sir. You’ve done everything you can. You need rest.”

The prince continued to blink at him. 

“You arranged for beds for everyone else,” Captain Tazawa said, “but you haven’t slept yourself. Sir.”

[safetycar-restart]

Do you take George asks? Idk if I’ve ever seen him mentioned here before but after today George is going to need something very soft and tender and praise heavy.

I’m imagining a D/s au setting with George beating himself up about the result to the point that his Dom just ties him up and sets out to distract him with praise and overstimulation.

Feel free to ignore this if you don’t enjoy George!

(Also is 🦅 taken?)

Hi anon! Yes I do write for George! We tend go through phases where a couple drivers are requested a lot and then someone else will take their place, so there hasn't been much George lately but yes I absolutely do write for him! I write for all drivers except a couple that I have stated in my pinned post :))

Also, yeah 🦅 is open and I'll add it to the claimed list for you, however this means that you must send at least one Logan ask because you're stealing his brand so it's only fair. Anyway, on to George!

At first you have no idea what to do, because Lewis has a podium! But only because George made a mistake and ended up in the wall. Lewis deserves to have his dom congratulate him and watch him on the podium and scene with him after if he wants. But George needs you.

You see Lewis first, because George hadnt made it back to the garage by the time Lewis arrived at the podium. You don't even get to hug Lewis, the moment he sees you he immediately says 'go to George I'm fine, I'm happy. Go to George, please.'

You don't question him any further, going back to the garage to wait for George. And yeah Lewis was right it was the right call.

Poor George is so broken when he sees you. He throws his helmet in the direction of his trainer and runs over, falling into your arms and crying before you even have time to hug him back. You just hold him, understanding that George needs to feel this before you can start trying to make him feel better.

Eventually he stops crying and kinda just deflates into you, letting you take all his weight. You run your hands up and down his back, pulling away enough to press a kiss to his neck and whisper to him that he did all he could and that it’ll be alright in the end.

You wish you could get him away from prying eyes immediately, but you know he’ll have to talk to the media. So you agreed to George doing two short media interviews while you clear him skipping the debrief with Mercedes. You don’t have to put much work into that though because the moment you spot Toto, he’s immediately telling you to take George back to the hotel and that he’ll handle everything else. You can tell Toto is angry, but he knows better than to show that anger to George (mostly because he’s afraid of what you’d do to him).

After the media, it’s straight to the hotel for George. And I think he’d need the scene instantly? No time to get him showered and changed, no time for dinner or snacks. He can’t do anything, can’t even stop shaking. You need to get him into subspace and then you can guide him through everything else that needs to get done.

I love the idea of tying him. It just stabilises him completely, makes him feel so grounded and safe. You just tie his arms and legs, tying him so that his legs are crossed and his arms are behind his back. It’s not the most comfortable of positions, but that’s the point. You need him out of his head and in the moment.

That’s when the praise and edging starts. Maybe he doesn’t get to cum until he can repeat the praise back to you? At first he can’t, convinced that all the things you’re saying about him aren’t true. But slowly you break him down, edging him and getting him closer and closer to that floaty headspace he can let himself go.

You know he’s where you want him when, through tears, he can repeat the praise back, calling himself talented and beautiful and a good sub.

Then he gets to cum.

I also think that maybe after you’ve cleaned him up, you tie him again? Just give him a nice chest harness that he can wear for the rest of the evening. It helps keep him in a comfortable sub space.

[kineticallyanywhere]

Tell us more about Doodler Normal Kinetic i beg of you

First thing to note: Doodler Boss Normal would not survive contact with Canon Normal

Cause the thing with this version of Normal, I think, is that the situation to create it is so specific; and in a way that I've never thought about before, for a narrative? I'm sure it exists somewhere, because what story framework doesn't already exist somewhere but like.

this version of Normal only happens in a world where all 4 anchors are broken with violence and not a single other person is questioning that decision by the end. (which I don't think is going to happen! for the record!) in this world, Normal presents himself as a last bastion of empathy, but where in any other story that would look like a shining knight with their Chosen One sword and shield and righteous strength, in this story it looks like a kid ready to turn into an eldritch monster because the eldritch monster is the only other creature he can find that makes any sense to him. a character who, written in words, is a paragon hero who's virtues refuse to crumble. but because of the Ao3 CSS skin of the world he's in, he gets all the style and flair and trappings of a villain.

(which, again, I don't have reason at the time of this writing to think that this situation would happen; that there isn't going to be at least one other person on Normal's side. It's all but impossible to predict any of these kids and I think they all have good hearts, even Scary. Link right now is an unsettled weather vane in a storm, Taylor for all his swagger doesn't seem on the side of brutality, and then like... Hermie???)

that said! In a world where sometimes you can't decide if you want to sit in your disappointment or scream at the top of your lungs, there's falling back on your new frienemy-of-the-family monster bro

(anyone with a writing bug and time, feel free to use any, all, or none of these ^^)

for thoughts on where this AU would end up, anyone can obviously take it anywhere but I know the version I would make would have a happy ending (I am allergic to writing tragedies, sue me). I guess it would be a story where finally snapping and letting out some Oak Anger and not apologizing (because while it's not okay to be cruel it is okay to be angry) is what gets characters to come to terms with each other and better understand each other and meet each other in the middle and even come to terms with themselves and what version of expressing themselves makes them happy and comfortable and best able to love themselves and the people around them.

all of that admittedly wrapped in a gift box with the catharsis of a character saying "I'm not okay with how you're treating me" in a very badass fashion, as we all wish to do one day.

also for those of us who would die for Scary but also want to take her by the shoulders and shake vigorously there's the Rule of 3s for swiping the Goth Crown from Scary a THIRD TIME

all of her put-on apathy and tiredness and lashing out but from a genuine place, simultaneously forcing her in front of a mirror and asking her to reach back for the part of herself that started the day of the debate "bright eye-ed and bushy tailed" so that she could even stand a chance at getting through to Normal??? The ways to talk about Scary skyrocket even higher. to be clear, I don't want this as a form of stealing Scary's narrative, I want it as a way of taking Scary's narrative and hitting the NOS. give her just about everything she wants, for everyone to agree with her and listen to her and think she's right and enforce the belief that she has any power over what's going on and then see if she even likes it. See if she likes herself and see how far she's willing to take the identity of goth punk seeker of darkness. ask her where the line is. show her the road she she's taking and ask her where the line is. canon parallels and connections between normal and scary are a whole other post I can have and will drive to work in the morning writing the meta in my head, the way Normal is a previous version of Scary cranked up to 11 and the way Scary makes herself into a person that Normal has every right to be but isn't becausehe'shumanandflawedbutsogoodatheartandnevergivesuponothersnotevenherandAUGH

[uptoolateart]

I'm thrilled to announce that I've written a fic for the @mlbigbang 2023! Thank you so much to my beta @raspberrycatapult and my artist @yan-san-yan!!!

The first chapter posts on 7th January!

Title: A Whole New World (An Aladdin AU)

Summary:

Everyone has a wish.

Orphan Marinette wishes she weren’t a street rat, scrounging and stealing for food.

Prince Adrien wishes he had the freedom to marry who he loves…whoever that might be.

And King Gabriel, keeper of the black cat miraculous, wishes for a world where his wife never died. But he needs Marinette to retrieve the fabled ladybug miraculous from the Cave of Wonders, to make his wish come true….

(Marked M for some scenes of violence)

Preview:

Marinette gazed out at the palace, a world so foreign that it may as well be on the moon. ‘I wonder what it would be like to live there – to have servants and valets….’

‘Oh, sure. People who tell you where to go and how to dress.’

‘It’s better than here – always scraping for food and ducking the guards.’

‘You’re not free to make your own choices.’

‘Sometimes you feel so –’

‘You’re just –’

‘Trapped.’ They spoke the word in unison, as if they were somehow the same.

Marinette swallowed. That voice – it had dropped even further. Almost unable to help it, she met ‘her’ eyes above the veil and finally saw what she hadn’t allowed herself to see before. This was no girl. What on earth had sent this boy out into the marketplace in women’s clothes, hiding himself away, yet putting himself completely on show by feeding poor street urchins?

And why was he looking at her like that? Like she was…magic. No one had ever looked at her like that. And the longer she looked back, she saw pain – unhappiness – struggle – but also hope. Like whatever he’d gone through, he hadn’t yet lost his faith in people, the way she so often did.

His eyes were so green, like fresh grass springing up in the most arid climate, the promise of life where it seemed impossible. They were bright and glittering with optimism. Maybe if she looked in them long enough, she would regain some of what she’d lost.

She cleared her throat and pulled out the two remaining apples she’d stolen just before they’d run from the fruiterer’s stall, rolling one down her arm and bumping it off her elbow, into the boy’s hand. He stared at it, and then at her, as if she were a miracle.

Tags:

Adrien is the princess

His puns are driving away prospective brides

Gabriel has Plagg and deeply regrets it

Nathalie is a cold-hearted sorceress

Adrien wears his mother’s clothes

Marinette’s never had a friend like Alya

They use miraculous for personal gain

Tikki is FREAKING. OUT.

Carpet is just Carpet

Song lyrics used as dialogue

Crack treated seriously

Fluff and angst

Mind control

Cat Blanc

Zombies

Sand monsters

Wishes

Temporary character death

Gabriel Agreste’s A+ parenting

[mooncakesofpan]

Chapter 1

The life of a top designer is stressful in itself how much will change when you find 2 glowing eyes peering back at you from your yard.  

Poly!Skz x Tall!Nonbinary!Reader

Series Warnings: mention of abuse, hybrid au, omegaverse themes, strong language, suggestive topics, and themes (see individual chapters for specific warnings)

Chapter warnings: mentions of stress, anxiety, slight angst, mentions of possible neglect, Reader uses they/them 

Word count: 3.2k

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DO NOT STEAL MY WORK

Err— Err— Err—

I turn my head to look at the clock

6:30

God it's too early

Yesterday was so tiring I wish I could sleep in but it's 6:30 and I would prefer to not mess up my current sleep schedule. I get up and shuffle my way to the bathroom to freshen up and get ready.

I know that I really should go shopping but as I look out the window I can see the rain coming down pretty hard outside. I put on jeans and a warm sweater, almost forgetting about the events that happened last night.

The sun still rises as I scroll through my phone listening to the sound of brewing coffee. The emails from the marketing team came flooding in

‘Thank you, Y/n for contacting us on the events of yesterday's unveiling of the Colra x Script fashion line. You have our hope and sympathy. We however only have a month and a half until we have to release to the public. There is enough in the budget for more fabrics, and as the project manager, it will be your job to finish up the project in a way that is deemed fit to Colra’s standards. Please ensure that at the end of the week you email the creative directors of Colra your design,

Thank you,

Theo Mclaughlin from marketing ‘

That's just great I can probably get the designs finished but getting the entire line done? that's going to be a lot. I can maybe ask two or three people to help me sew the pieces. The line was supposed to include 13 pieces.

I sigh, this was going to be a mess to try and clean up.

“uh hi—” A deep voice makes me jump slightly and turn around.im greeted with dark down eyes and longish hair and a similar height to Chan

“Sorry, didn't mean to scare you,” The male with bat ears apologizes, a smile so contagious I can't help but smile back. The dark bat years sitting on the top of his head were familiar to that of who I help to bed last night.

“Oh sorry, you caught me off guard— uh how are you feeling,” I say remembering how cold and out of it he seemed last night. On top of his head lies dark bat ears and his eyes are also very dark but warm deep and inviting. As I take in his face I see, freckles scattered across his face. Much like his eyes, I find myself getting lost in them..

“A Lot better, thank you for letting us stay here.”

“Of course, you're welcome to say as long as you want. Would you like coffee?” I offer.

He nods, sitting down at the island as I grab a mug.

“ I'm Felix by the way.” he says

 ”nice to meet you, Felix, I’m Y/n,” I say handing him the mug of coffee.

I move toward the fridge open the door and look over the contents, I pull the drawer to the fruit crisper open. the idea of fruit and eggs pops into my head. I gab the ingredient to make a fruit salad out and the eggs from a higher shelf.  I crack the eggs, mixing them up in with seasoning before pouring them into a skillet.

“So how long have you lived out here?” Felix says during our conversation.

“Oh, I think this marks almost 3 years since I bought the house I remodeled some of it though.”

“That's cool, it looks very nice,” Felix looks around the kitchen area.

“Breakfast will be finished in 15, but feel free to explore.”

Felix lights up at the opportunity to look around as I’m putting the eggs on a plate and fruit on the side.

“Chan they made breakfast,” Felix says as the other hybrid walks through the entrance

I push the plates toward the two young men.

“I was telling Felix that after he eats he can explore the house feel free to do the same,” I say smiling.

“Oh—Thank you,” Chan says with a warm smile.

I see the time, getting close to 9:30

“Oh shit— I need to work on some stuff, I'll be in my office,” I say moving around to rush in my office. I just wanted to finish doing stuff before this afternoon.

hours into redesigns I found myself wishing to slam my face into the wall. 

I've redesigned 3 of these outfits and I still have so many left to go, truly I feel like Colra is the bane of my existence.

Hoping I can sort through some of the designs I get up and move to the island in the middle of the room I typically use to lay out patterns and cut on. I hear soft knocks on the door leading me to jump for a second forgetting that two other people are staying in my house.

“Come in,” I say as I mark the designs littered on the table-like top.

I turn my head to face the door to see the wolf hybrid peeking his head in.

“Hey Chan what’s up,” I say slightly concerned, worried that something bad could have happened.”

“Sorry this was the last room,” he trails off looking in still standing near the door, looking around for me 

 “So what do you do?” his arms cross as he walks closer to the table in the middle of the room currently covered in papers and binders. His crossed arms seem tense, as if he was trying to avoid touching things.

“Oh– I'm a designer. Sometimes I put pieces together at home or make my pieces here. It's useful when I'm working from home.”

“Do you work from home? “ his voice raised a bit with surprise at the end of his statement

“Yeah kinda, sometimes I have to go in For things I’d rather not do over the phone like meetings or interviews. But I typically go in 3 days out of the week and from home,” As I let out a sigh I notice his shoulders relax.

“If you’re supposed to be off why are you working?” he asked eyebrows furrowed.

I let out a sad sigh.

“Admittedly, it's my fault. We were working with a company and I, along with my team of designers, we're supposed to do a collaboration project but when it came to the unveiling it kinda flopped,” I tap the pencil in my hand against my tabletop. “I have a little time before the line is supposed to publicly drop so I'm working to fix it and I have around a month and a half?”

“That sounds stressful, yeah?”

I chuckle at the response from the wolf hybrid.

“Yeah, but I can't let my team down. All of them tried so hard and did so well with their designs so I feel a bit guilty I guess,” I say looking up from the papers.

Chan hums softly in response to my statement and wanders around the room looking at the different cubbies and shelves. I quickly remember the idea I had a few hours ago.

“Oh— Chan I was gonna ask for some help trying to order clothes for you and Felix,” I say as I continue to mark the sketches with parts I want to keep.

“Oh you don't have to do that,” Chan says, looking back the different threads sitting on shelves. 

“I may not have to but I want to. those are two very different things, plus you guys are staying here you should feel comfortable while you do.” I looked up offering a soft smile to him.

“Uh thanks,” there's a twitch to his ears

The silence in the room is suffocating.

Did I say something wrong?

“So you live here by yourself?” he breaks the silence.

“Yeah, it's just me.”

“This is kinda a big house for just one person.” 

”Yeah sometimes it gets lonely I guess— but I like the space and I like living out here it's so different from what the environment of my job and line of work is like. Sometimes I find myself in the public eye and its nice to be able to retreat to my house all the way out here.” I ramble off as I continue to sketch up a new design.

a design that I'm finally happy with and think will get approved, I finish a design im finally happy with I place it down and reach for my laptop, Once I gather my things I start to head toward the door. I see Chan perk up a bit his fluffy ears angling towards me before his head turns to me as I go to leave the room motioning him to follow me. We walk to the living room, finding Felix seated crossed-legged on the couch watching the TV. His ears twitch slightly to follow the noise of me and Chan entering the room.

“Hey Felix,” he turns smiling.

“We're gonna order some clothes, wanna join us?” I say, patting the spot on the other side of me on the couch.

We spent next hour looking at clothes and other things they liked. Felix has a more diverse color pallet choosing things in other colors, I can tell he has a love for sweaters and hoodies. On the other hand, There’s Chan who almost exclusively chooses black a good mixture of sleeveless shirts and hoodies. 

I decided that it wouldn't be a bad idea to spend the rest of the afternoon preparing soup for dinner and relaxing. The three of us sit in comfortable silence watching a cooking show that Felix was previously engrossed with.

The night is peaceful and I can tell we're going to get along great, and I've voiced that if they ever feel uncomfortable they don't have to feel forced to stay but they are welcome to as long as they want.

And they do at least for the rest of the week. I don't exactly want them to leave, but I don't want them to think that they're stuck here. I like having them in the house, they both make me laugh especially during days that are especially painful at work. It's been a long time since I've had friends who could do that.

Making Chan smile warms my heart, he wears his emotions on his sleeve he doesn't do a good job at hiding them, and while I haven't asked about their past and I don't think it’s my place, I can tell somethings bothering Chan, 

Despite the way he laughs things off when faced with questions about how he's doing and feeling. When the clothes finally came He didn't seem displeased but his fidgeting and uneasiness made it clear something was wrong. Felix on the other hand, he's a little more open and very affectionate. He likes to hug me when I get home and lay against me if I'm reading on the couch. Which I gladly welcome with open arms. He can be hesitant to accept things or join me in activities, for example, The other day I invited him to come bake with me since I see how interested he is in baking, it took some reassurance to finally get him to come make some cookies.

I hear my alarm go off, I rush to get ready for work almost slipping down the stairs shoes in hand. I sit at the dining table crossing my legs in an attempt to quickly tie my shoe when a groggy voice comes from around the corner. 

“Oh Y/n before you go, do you mind if I try to bake something today?” Felix asks, rubbing his eyes still filled with sleep. 

“Oh yeah go for it there’s some cookbooks in the living room on the bookshelf near the window,” I respond quickly grabbing my bag to head out the door. I respond quickly grabbing my bag to head out the garage door “See you later Felix, I'll be back by 7:00.” 

When I woke up this morning I had the plan to get Chan and Felix phones, that way they would have a little more freedom and I'd feel better about leaving them at the house in case they needed something or an emergency happened. Waiting out the long day till my lunch I quickly pack my stuff and move out the door heading to my cell provider store. 

I look at the models deciding to get them the same model as mine, reliable and durable. “Uh– i'll go with 2 of these,” I point at the phone in front of me. 

As the lady rings me up I can't help but be worried they won't like the phones, or that they’ll be offended cause they don't plan to stay. I leave the store with the small bag in my hands as I go back to my car to finish my day at work.

The welcoming warmth of walking through my garage door never fails to relax me. I take off the hat I had been wearing for the day and make an attempt to slide my shoes off. Felix mixed something in the kitchen and Chan crouched near the floor looking in a cabinet tail brushing up against the floor and ears pinned back. 

”Hey guys,” I say, struggling to get my shoes off, leaning against the wall to get a better grip at my boots. “whatcha making?”

“ We found a cookie recipe in this cookbook,” Felix says motioning to the book in front of him.

I was gonna put the pair of shoes back in my room before I came back, but Chan Seems to be looking for something and can't find it,

I walk over with my shoes in hand.

“whatcha lookin’ for?” Chan jumps a little at the sound of my voice.

“Oh do you have some cookie sheets?” he says turning to me.

“ Yeah! they're in this cabinet,” I put down my shoes to look thew the cabinets and stick my hand in the back finding the sheet. 

“I don't use them very much. I'm not great with cookies but I make a good lemon cake,” I say, handing him the sheet and giving him a smile.

I pick up my shoes and head to my room to change. The warm F/c knit sweater I grab hugs me comfortingly and the grey sweats were thick and loose. I walk down the stairs to join the boys back in the Kitchen to go into the garden in hopes of finding a few vegetables harvest with it being the end of the harvesting season approaches. 

“I'm gonna head into the garden and pick some stuff,” I announce before going on the porch slipping on the boots I keep outside.

I kneel in the dirt between the slightly raised garden beds. Picking up a beet with a bite taken out of it.

Weird something must have gnawed at it.

I pick the beet regardless and put it to the side while I pick some more beets. throughout the garden looking at what all the rain has brought for me to harvest, it seems the lettuce and kale are ready for me to pick. The more I look throughout the garden the more I find bite marks and paw prints littering the moist soil, which means I probably have something eating my plants. While it's a bit inconvenient, they must be hungry, and maybe if I put down something to eat leave the rest of the garden alone. I grab a lettuce leaf and the beet I had set aside earlier, which I was originally going to put in compost. Together I place the leaf and beet on the floor in hopes that whatever is eating my garden will accept the offer as it's placed closer to the tree line. I went inside and put the basket full of vegetables on the edge of the counter. Chan and Felix put the cookies in the oven.

“Hey have you guys seen anything in the garden?”

The sound of water rushing as I turn the sink on to wash the produce

“Uh no not really why?” Chan's eyebrows furrowed.

 ”I just found some bite marks in some of the stuff out in the garden” 

” Yeah, no sorry. Do you want us to keep an eye out?” Felix asks, taking the oven mitts off and standing up straight.

 ”Sure if you guys want, I'm sure whatever's munching on the garden is just hungry.” I shrug my shoulders “Oh that's right I got you guys something” I say rushing to my bag still sitting in the hall near the garage and laundry room.

and pulling out the phones and sitting them on the table. ”oh wow,” surprise evident on Chan’s face

“Are these for us?” Felix questions. A big smile on his face.

“Yeah I wanted to get you guys something to one, contact me if anything happens and two, just to give you guys some type of freedom you're staying here but I don't want you guys to feel trapped ya know?”

I hand them the phones “I already set up your numbers with my provider and put my phone in there,”

“No one ever done something like that for us,” Chan says looking down at the phone.

“Well hopefully you guys will put them to good use,” I say smiling and moving through the entryway to the living room.

With the food ordered and eaten and the cookies on a plate in the kitchen, I for once found myself alone in the living room.

The tv plays in the background as I Scroll thru my phone. when I hear footsteps of someone coming into the living room.

I turn my head to see who the footsteps belong to, I'm surprised a bit to see Felix typically Chan is up late.

“Hey Felix, What's up?”

 ”I just want to ask you something,” He says with a shrug,

I scoot over on the couch moving to the side to give the bat hybrid more room. He sits down crossing his legs under him.

“You've been so nice since we've been here, and I guess I'm worried that you’ll ask us to leave,” his eyes are glassy, staring at his hands.

“Felix you guys can stay here forever, don't feel like you have to leave. I would love it if you guys stayed to live here with me. I enjoy your guys' company and I want you to feel like you're welcome, okay? I'm not asking you to leave and there's no plans in the future if you want to leave, that's gonna be your decision ok?” I say taking his hands into mine, ducking my head to try to look into his brown eyes.

“I don't know what the homes or centers have been like and I may never really understand but I want you to feel safe and welcome here,” tears quickly fell down the boy's freckled face as he moves to hug me, mumbling a thank you into the knit sweater that's being soaked by his tears.

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i loveee your fics so so so much omg

If i had to ask for a prompt i just love it so much when in smut theyre not experienced (with eachother or just in general) and theyre just taking it slow and trying out things and being cute its just really nice to read and i wish there were more fics like this <33

Sooooo! Thank you for the prompt, anon! :D

I love inexperience as a trope but I had never really given it any thought before for this pairing -- that's what I love about prompts, sometimes they're unexpected and they end up making me think about something I wouldn't have come up with on my own!

I can't really see Johnny or Cristal as actually fully inexperienced unless we're talking about some kind of AU where they're both teenagers or [insert elaborate bit of worldbuilding I'm sure we could come up with given time] or something. But because it seemed a little improbable, it stuck with me, and I thought about it a bunch and this is what I came up with to make it work! [Mature content!]

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Johnny tugs Cristal's panties down and looks up from where he's kneeling, an impish look on his face.

"Feel free to give me pointers, I don't mind, okay? Haven't done this in-- a while."

And Cristal is pretty taken aback because... Well. He's Johnny Rockfort, and he looks like this, what does he mean 'a while?' Is he one of those guys who won't go down on women? She didn't thought he would be -- and indeed, he's looking at her with such enthusiasm that he's clearly enjoying himself.

There's a little fumbling, sure, some stopping to rub his jaw just as it's getting somewhere that's a little frustrating, but it's not like she minds drawing it out either.

Most of the guys she's been with were for PR -- a few times she was actually their beard. None of that was conducive to mind-blowing sex. It wasn't really an issue at the time; it was fine, whatever, she didn't have time for a real relationship anyway.

Rusty as he might be, Johnny is the best lay she's had in -- she has to think about it for real, which is getting difficult as he finally settles into a steady rhythm -- a couple of years? Is that right??

"Wow," she says out loud at the realization, and he stops again, asking "Yeah? Like that?"

"No, no," she starts, and then corrects herself at the worried look on his face. "I mean, yes, like that, you're doing great, but that's not why-- Can you forget it and just go back to exactly what you were doing? I promise I'll tell you later."

She hopes she hasn't just ruined it, that he won't make it weird, but he doesn't.

"Fine," he chuckles, biting playfully at the inside of her thigh. "Keep your secrets."

He winks before bending down again, making her giggle, which turns into a moan as he goes back to what he was doing just before she interrupted, and it does get pretty wow by the end.

There's lots more moments that seem like they could get awkward -- she can't quite remember how to cover her teeth, he keeps grabbing the ticklish spot on her thigh and making her squeal, he comes just as she's about to ask him to go harder and then as they're finally about to get her off together, she gets a bad cramp and has to take a break to stretch her calf -- but somehow it doesn't matter?

She's pretty sure that any other time, with anyone else, any one of those moments would have killed the mood completely, or made her die of embarrassment and cancel any subsequent meetings.

But something about Johnny makes it okay to say anything, do anything, ask for anything, and despite all the mishaps it's good, it's good, and she can tell it's only going to get better every time they do it again.

She can't wait to find out how much better it can get.

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The next day, they're in the car, stealing glances at each other as he drives them seemingly aimlessly through the blocks, and she brings it up again.

"So... How long is 'a while?'"

"What?"

"You said yesterday, 'a while.' How long is that?"

"I don't know? Depends what you mean."

She thinks it's a pretty clear question, but she clarifies.

"How long since the last girl you did this with?"

"Ah," he says, and frowns like he's thinking hard. "I guess... I mean, there was Lucy back home, but we were just kids. Never went all the way, so I don't know if it counts."

Cristal is puzzled. She's seen the way Sadia looks at him; whatever is going on there seemed pretty fresh. She expected to hear 'a few weeks,' or months maybe.

Then she realizes exactly what he said.

"Wait, a kid? But--"

"Yeah, I didn't really think about it like that, but I guess it's been mostly guys since then," he shrugs.

Oh. A few things recalibrate in Cristal's mind.

"What about Sadia?" she asks.

"And Sadia, yeah, obviously."

"So--"

He cuts her off: "Sadia is just Sadia. It's complicated, she'll explain it herself."

Cristal's not so sure Sadia is going to share any private information with her anytime soon, but she can sort of guess what the deal is from context now.

"So. I was really--"

"Yep!" He winks, then waggles his eyebrows for good measure. "Congratulations on popping my cherry!"

He's still grinning but his eyes turn serious, scanning her face like he's checking her reaction.

"Wow," she says. "Wow. Well, I mean, that was pretty good for a first time. Congratulations to you, Mister Rockfort. Very promising start."

"Yeah?" He might be blushing a little, or perhaps it's just the red light they're stopped at.

"Yeah," she says with feeling, lacing their fingers together on the gearshift.

"So, hey, what was your thing?" he says once they're on their way again.

She tells him, trying not to sound too self-conscious about it now that she knows she wasn't the only one feeling a little insecure last night.

He double-takes exaggeratedly.

"What?? You mean people upstairs weren't queuing outside your door for the privilege?? Thank fuck we got you out before you wasted away, fucking hell."

He squeezes her fingers gently though, like a reassurance, as if to say, we really are in this together, then.

We are, she thinks, squeezing back. Thank fuck.

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Haggle for a Better Price

Rating: Mature (for mild implications and slight horror?) Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Relationships: Asmodeus & M!OC Characters: Asmodeus, M!OC Additional Tags: Soulmate au (only loosely relevant but not really), burning to death, demon deals, the OC is more a vehicle for the story than a real character, Asmodeus being a two-faced deal-wielding demon, body horror (Asmo has a fucked up mouth), soul eating, OC is not MC Summary: In a world where everyone is supposed to have a match, one man lies dying without knowing where his could be. A stranger happens upon him and offers to give him the answers he seeks. A/N: This… is nothing like what I originally planned it to be, but fics do what they want sometimes. This fic decided to be Asmodeus being a demon for 1,000 words (even if he’s never mentioned by name). Word Count: 1100

He could only stare at the flames rising around him with the kind of terrified indifference only felt by people who knew they were about to die and could do nothing about it. His limbs were numb and his eyelids heavy as the fire continued to rage around him and steal the oxygen from the air around him.

He wasn't even upset that he was dying. He was more upset that he would die without answers to all the things he didn't know. Somewhere on that list, was the question of why he didn't have a mark of his own.

In a world full of soulmates and marks to bring them together, why was he without and where could his partner be?

"Usually, I try to leave the inquisitive ones to Satan since he has all the answers," a lithe shadow stepped out from the flames currently cooking him alive, hip cocked to the side in obvious disdain even without a visible expression and light brown hair blowing gently from the wind of the flames, "but you called upon my department so let's get this over with so I can grab your soul and go."

He tried to speak, but his mouth wouldn't move and the only sound that came out was a low, raspy groan.

"Right. You're dying. So let's make this fast before you lose your chance to make a terrible decision." The shadow squatted down beside him, revealing a soft face framed by short, champagne hair. "What are you looking for? You want to live long enough to find your soulmate? That's a pretty common wish. Or maybe you're upset you didn't get to experiment since you were waiting to find the one and now you want a week to have free reign with a flurry of indiscriminate partners? So many people realize they were forcing themselves into a box at the end and want to give freedom a spin. Or maybe you're one of those selfless ones that wants to make a deal on your partner's behalf? The goody two shoes usually go for that kind of crap."

He blinked, closing his eyes for so long that he almost forgot to open them again just the stranger pat him roughly on the cheek; the feeling of razor sharp nails lingered against his skin.

"No dozing off now. You need to say what you want or else I can't finish the deal. Then we'll have both wasted my time."

He looked at the stranger's whirling, hazy silhouette framed by the rising flames. It was getting harder and harder to see in general, let alone distinguish any features, but he did notice something; rather, a lack of something.

He looked at the stranger's arm, noticing that nothing was there, then he slowly dragged his vision back to his own markless arm.

"Don't get any weird ideas. I don't have one of those things because I don't have a soul. It's not some moment of revelation where you finally discover that we were meant to be. Perish the thought." He was, after all, far too much to be bound to some random human, of all creatures.

He didn't know what to do then. What good was a mark that wouldn't appear for him? What was the point of it all? Why was it just him that didn't have one?

"Do you want to know?" The stranger tilted his head subtly to the side and smiled just enough to catch a hint of fangs behind his lips. "Your soul for the knowledge you seek? It's a classic deal. Not a balanced one when you're about to die, mind you, but as long as I'm getting the better end of it I don't care how you screw yourself over."

All he wanted was to know what was wrong with him.

"Oh, nothing is wrong with you. You simply don't have a soulmate. It happens from time to time when the angels forget to cut one in half before sending it down." The stranger shrugged. "You don't have a mark because those are the remnant scars from where the soul would have been cut and your never was. Satisfied?"

That… didn't make sense.

"Well, you asked for the answer. You didn't specify that it had to make sense by human logic. It isn't my fault if all you mortals put a heavy emphasis on the idea of soulmates and their supposedly intrinsic value when they aren't any more special than any other relationship."

The stranger placed a hand against the dying man's chest. "I fulfilled my end of the deal, so I'll be taking what's mine now. Don't worry. Humans can live without their souls. Not that you'll be alive for much longer, but my point stands."

His chest felt like it was burning as the stranger touched him.

"Souls are a heat sink and you're currently being burned alive, so, yes, it will feel hotter than usual once it's out. It will only be for a moment though." 

Suddenly, without reason or explanation, it was like he was looking at the stranger's form at a different angle. He felt small and cold and the stranger looked large and… did he always have horns and wings? And did his eyes always glow orange like that?

"You really did trade this beauty for nothing. Such a juicy specimen would normally fetch a better price, especially since it hasn't been cut."

The stranger licked his lips and the dying man felt uncomfortable. 

"Oh, it's a little too late for that. You made your bed, or… dug your own grave in this case." The stranger smiled wide, rows of perfectly white fangs behind cherry lipstick. "And you were so close to beating temptation too. If you would have waited a few more minutes I'm sure an angel would have been here to scoop you up and whisk you away. But death always makes you humans more amicable."

The stranger opened his mouth wide, jaw opening sideways rather than vertically, disconnecting and moving like some horrible machine, and gaping with thick saliva dripping down. In the back of his throat was something that looked like a hook creeping forward to pierce into the thing that was the dying man's soul and hold it in place while the separate sections of the stranger's jaw bit and tore away at him.

He didn't have nerves anymore, but he could still tell that what was happening was painful. He was sure that it was awful and he wanted to scream for mercy from anyone that would listen. Maybe if he did it loud enough, someone would hear, even if he no longer had a mouth.

The stranger, still tearing away at him, simply giggled as if they had heard something funny.

[forgottenluck]

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