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the twst pantheon au

I’ve been cooking with this one for a long ass time 🤩

A pantheon refers to “a collective of gods for a particular religion or group” or “a group that is respected, famous, or important”. In this case, the Pantheon AU is a modern day alternate universe in which all of the Twst characters are deities. They are not tied to a certain religion. Rather, they exist as forces of nature and each have dominion over + powers related to whatever concepts they govern.

The gods used to be well known and revered back in ancient times, but they’ve been whittled down to obscurity as the eons pass by. And the gods, well… let’s say that they got caught up in some trouble in their down time, leading to many of them being cast out of the Pantheon. These so-called “Fallen” gods are banished to the mortal realm and forced to walk among humans. However, because they’ve been stripped of most of their power, the Fallen are forced to take up smaller forms in order to conserve what little power they have left… which means we get cute animal forms :))

So the idea is that you/the reader/Yuu are a normal human being going about their day and they happen to run into a god in their animal form. Depending on the form, it could be a wild animal OR (the funnier option, in my opinion) the encounter could be in one of those animal cafés. Whatever the case may be, you end up adopting, fostering, or giving the animal shelter in your home.

The next day, you wake up to find a strange man in robes standing in your bedroom. He so arrogantly informs you that you are now one of his “followers” and demands that you assist him in reclaiming their lost godhood, thereby restoring him to his rightful place in the Pantheon.

As it turns out, gods gain power by gathering followers (not actual people who worship them but rather just people who selflessly love them or believe in and follow their philosophies or the importance of what they govern). Following is quantified by a mystical coin called Faith; the goal is for the Fallen to gather enough Faith to literally “buy�� their way back into the Pantheon. Only problem is, it’s hard for gods to gain followers or even influence humans in their weakened state, hence why they’re teaming up with the first human to offer them Faith. (Since adopting/fostering is considered an act of selfless love, it granted the god enough strength to assume a more humanoid form.)

Gods don’t “die” but rather they can “fade”. Think of it like how a star burns for a long time, but they eventually burn through everything they have and cannot go on. Gods can fade one of two ways: 1) their time comes, or 2) there is so little Faith in what they rule over that they cannot sustain their existence anymore! The Faith currency and system is in part inspired by the Heaven Coins (from Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt) and the Tinkerbell and Pixie Hollow lore, the latter of which states that fairies die if children do not believe in them.

Depending on what the god rules over, this would shape the direction their follower (ie you/Yuu) would take to help them. For example, the god of love would benefit from having love spread. I also like to imagine that the non-Fallen gods sometimes come down to mock the Fallen or pose as obstacles since the non-Fallen could theoretically accumulate more power for themselves if there are fewer gods in the Pantheon.

And then!! Maybe at the very end, when the god has collected enough Faith, they’re faced with the daunting decision of getting the thing they started off wanting versus staying on the mortal plane with their human friend (or even lover, if you wanna go the god-human forbidden romance angle), who will entirely forget about them once they ascend. It’d sort of be like the end of Hercules but with an extra little sprinkle of angst 😇

The gods are grouped into Elder, Major, and Minor categories. Elder Gods are the oldest and are tasked with overseeing the younger gods and the governance of humanity itself. Major Gods are those who have accumulated a significant amount of influence for themselves over the years. Minor Gods are young gods and are still in training, humans that ascended to godhood, or lesser gods.

And now, the members of the Pantheon!! I’ve included some headcanons I have for them, but consider this more of a brief overview and not all the lore.

Elder Gods

Crowley — God of stories

Considered to be the ultimate authority and speaker for the Pantheon.

Decides which gods are worthy of walking in the Pantheon. Also determines what the price to return is for the Fallen.

(… Yes, Faith is literally in coins and you have to “buy” your way back in because Crowley, even as an actual GOD, is a greedy ass that accepts bribe money ✨)

Despite his high ranking, he has a whimsical and flippant manner about him, not really acting like an omnipotent being.

It is said he has a number of crow and raven companions that serve as messengers and his eyes/ears. They bring the stories they see and hear back to him.

Keys, mirrors, and coffins are common motifs for him and his shrines; they say that his mirrors are gates to new worlds and that the coffins he unlocks with his skeleton keys give birth to new life/characters to inhabit those worlds.

Be kind to ravens and crows; you never know when that visiting bird is actually Crowley in disguise, traveling the mortal world in search of something new to amuse himself with.

Obviously has a raven/crow form.

Crewel — God of medicine and healing

Looks after the gods and their standing; that kindness, like medicine, can be both a panacea and a poison. Punishes the gods, should they step out of line.

Favors dogs, particularly well-trained ones. His shrines depict Dalmatians guarding the entrances, but the dogs are not seen in the interiors, which are usually caked with incense smoke.

Healers and caretakers look to him for guidance. It used to be common for them to have a singular handkerchief in black and white animal print (a good luck charm) on their persons (or wearing something of those colors/patterns) when treating the sick or injured.

He is skilled at animal taming; it is said that he could get even a great beast to heel at his command.

His animal form is a Dalmatian.

Trein — God of history

Tasked with keeping records for the gods and humans alike. He knows every detail of their existence.

Favors felines. It’s said that, in his youth, he spirited away a cat, which now serves as his emissary.

His wife, the minor goddess of the ashes, faded due to a lack of Faith. Because of this, he perpetually worries for the younger gods meeting the same fate.

Glass is a material that recurs in his shrines and offerings; this is because Trein considers time fragile like glass.

His animal form is a long haired cat.

Vargas — God of champions and heroes

There are many stories of him training humans and demigods, who would later go on to perform impressive acts.

Also trains up-and-coming gods, preparing them to assume their duties.

He is said to have a number of feats under his belt as well, such as slaying a great beast and carrying the world on his back.

Animal pelts and deer antlers are favored offerings. Even better if you hunted and prepared them yourself.

His animal form is a buck.

Sam — God of roads/travel and prophecy

Magically produces anything that may be needed from his hat.

Able to vanish and reappear anywhere else. Never stays in one place for too long.

Seemingly all-knowing. He is said to commune with the shadows for this supernatural level of knowledge. Using his deck of enchanted cards, he can also see into the past, present, and future.

Sam allows for passage between the Pantheon and the mortal plane. He calls the route between them his “backdoor shortcut”.

Takes on a shadow form rather than an animal form.

Lilia — Ex-god of war and protection, god of family and sacrifice

Once a god wielding a frightening cleaver and dripping in blood; his presence on the battlefield marked the enemy’s doom—but if he was on your side, then he is your savior.

He ceded his title and mellowed out after he was tasked with mentoring various younger gods. Still retains a bit of his war god past, as he is willing to go to great lengths aid his charges—even at the cost of his own safety.

Spouses-to-be and expecting mothers pray to Lilia for happy marriages and safe childbirth.

Acorns are left at his shrines; by wishing Lilia a long, healthy life, he returns the favor and grants you the same.

Bats serve has his messengers. If you see one passing the moon, it’s good luck. Likewise, his animal form is a bat.

Major Gods

Riddle — God of law and order

Rules, laws, control—all of these things are under his dominion. He rewards those who obey and punishes those who disobey.

In the days of old, a statue of Riddle would adorn the courtrooms, indicating that trials would be conducted under his scrutiny.

Those seeking his favor or welcoming his spirit into their home would cultivate red and white roses, prepare dried strawberries, and/or drink black tea at designated dates and times.

Displeased with the disorder and unlawfulness of the human world; wishes to get it under control.

Fallen for going on a wrathful rampage; he injured many gods and tore apart the Pantheon in the process.

His animal form is a (smaller than average) hedgehog.

Leona — God of wisdom and destruction

The patron god of scholars. Ironically, intellectuals debate about Leona’s form, finding it difficult to believe that a divine scholar would have the physique of what is that of a pro-athlete.

He represents not only the acquisition of new information and its application, but also the ruin that can be brought about by this knowledge.

He has become bored with the world—he already has all knowledge at his fingertips, so what else is there to learn? Because of that, he is now lazy.

There was an incident in which he, a young god at the time, sanded a vast archive of human knowledge. This earned him ire from the Elder Gods and cast his reputation in a bad light.

Fallen for attempted deicide (of Malleus).

His animal form is a cat. Makes sense; there’s usually golden lion statues in his shrines. Cures meats are a common offering. Can muster a lion with sufficient energy.

Azul — God of commerce and contracts

Anything related to business, money, and deals are under him. Because of this, both swindlers and honest merchants revere Azul and usually have a small anemone plant or flower set up in shop to attract good business.

It was common for people to ask Azul to fulfill their wishes, at the cost of something valuable to themselves. His golden contracts are said to be impossible to break—though there are stories of heroes finding loopholes and triumphing over him.

Those who cross him are said to be dragged into the depths and choked by his tentacles.

Fallen for his impossible greed; he forewent consent to enter an agreement with him and stole humans’ skills and abilities en masse in a big to become the ultimate life form.

His animal form is an octopus, a form he is extremely insecure about. Tends to take on the appearance of a fish with fluttery fins instead.

Kalim — God of wealth, hospitality, and celebration

He is considered a charitable and friendly god, welcoming even humans to gatherings in his domain, serving them nectar and ambrosia. If you wish for wealth or to impress a guest, you are expected to be as kind of a host has he is.

His shrines were opulent, dripping with jewels, gold, and dried coconut flesh + coconut water offered up in his name. Kalim is said to protect people from poisonings, hence the coconut (which historically has healing properties).

He is usually depicted as the sun amid other stars or in parades/amid crowds of servants (which are primarily lesser gods). Never alone, always with people.

According to the stories, he is easy to trick and has been stolen from multiple times—yet he harbors no ill will towards thieves.

Various humans have attempted to end him and claim his vast wealth for themselves.

His animal form is a monkey—a nimble little moodmaker—but he’s capable of turning into others too. A tiger, an elephant, and a parrot, just to name a few. You can say he’s a real “party animal”.

Vil — God of beauty (aesthetics) and poison

Depicted as a mature and sexy beauty, but also sometimes as a robed hag. He is known for his beauty as much as he is known for his envy.

Worshipped in the days of old by women who did not wish for their youth to fade, although Vil was typically described as a being without the concept of the gender binary.

Fallen for an attempt to poison a fellow god (Neige) and steal their beauty to bolster his own.

His animal form is a (male) peacock. If you pluck off on of his feathers, he may curse you—but get away safely, and you can brew a beauty elixir.

Idia — God of innovation and technology

A god that tinkers away and produces new inventions in his lair. He is said to have inspired many famous human inventions or inventors, sparking industrial and technological revolutions the world over.

Has grown increasingly withdrawn, deeming that his inventions are out there doing a god’s work for him; is there a need for him to be involved?

He is said to enjoy games; it is common to find gameboards and game pieces in his shrines. In stories, Idia would use his own to illustrate locations and the heroes in those territories.

His shrines are often gloomy—dimly lit, and filled with bones (representative of the past) and candles (representative of the future, paved by new inventions).

Fallen for an attempt to destroy the current universe and to rewrite it in his own image.

His animal form is a dog, which he laments because be prefers cats.

Malleus — God of stasis and storms (ie nature)

Considered to be an unstoppable force of nature; his moods affect the weather, so people prayed to him for favorable conditions.

Known as one of the most powerful gods to have ever existed. He knows little of humans and their ways, having lived almost entirely in the Pantheon.

Fallen for forsaking the concept of time and attempting to keep the world, humans, and the gods themselves, from facing the future ever again. With his thorn cradles, he sought to force all asleep and kept content in their dreams.

His animal form is a lizard, though he is usually depicted as a fire breathing dragon in stories.

Rollo — God of obsession and judgment

Another important figure often depicted in courtrooms. While Riddle oversees rules and laws, Rollo is the one closely tied to fair judgment and rulings.

The stories depict him as a god so blindly consumed by pursuit of his purpose that he lost sight of all else.

Fallen for an attempt to rid the universe of gods altogether, freeing humans from them. Harbors a particularly strong resentment for the God of Stasis and Storms.

Should a fire occur, it is viewed as Rollo’s wrath or punishing an unjust world. There are stories of guilty criminals who successfully evade the eyes of the law but mysteriously die in house fires.

Often depicted in stained glass windows.

His favored offerings are bread, grapes, and red lilies. The correct way to give them is to toss the offerings into a fire and letting them burn to ashes.

He finds music produced by bells pleasing. Those who run shrines in his name may perform a ceremonial dance using a hand bell.

His animal form is a goat.

Skully — God of holidays and cheer

He arose from the darkness when humans celebrated their first holiday. Though he represents all holidays, his favorite is Halloween. This is why you will find jack ‘o lanterns and candy scattered at his shrines. His followers are especially active during the autumn season.

Fallen for a strange decree that he should dictate how every holiday is celebrated; this cut into other gods’ domains and caused in-fighting among humans.

A god that stole many hearts. He greets humans with a kiss on the back of the hand; these kisses would impart temporary charms.

Oddly does not have an animal form. Assumes a pumpkin form instead.

Fellow — God of vagrants and freedom

A smooth, fast talking god with little respect for restraint. Not very bright but makes up for it in showmanship. He travels wherever he wants whenever he wants and does whatever he wants, easily blending in with mortals.

If you’ve lost a few coins from your wallet, assume Fellow swiped it and considers it a charitable donation.

Fallen for dealing with an evil spirit; he intended to trade human lives to gain more divine power.

Gidel is a titleless Fledgling God that he has taken under his wing. While he does not speak, he is very expressive.

His animal form is a fox.

Minor Gods

Trey — God of temperance and the hearth

Trey encompasses everything that makes the home warm and comfortable: meals, cozy blankets, kind company, etc.

He’s also seen as a caretaker among the gods, especially to Riddle. It’s said he is able to temper his even the most extreme of emotions.

A god that finds himself in the middle of conflicts and having to resolve them; he’d rather be left untroubled by such things.

Baked goods and flowers (specifically violets) are common offerings.

His animal form is a mouse.

Cater — God of theatre and duality

A dramatic god, he lives for performances and attention. Represented by the two comedy masks; he has inspired many famous playwrights.

Typically happy, but when he “flips” to his sad alter ego/mask, his personality is completely different.

He is capable of making replicas of himself. In one story, he performed a one-man play where he was every single character.

… He’s been really into these new human inventions called the “cell phone” and “social media”, but the concepts have yet to take off in the Pantheon.

His animal form is a rabbit.

Deuce — God of passion and dedication

Once an evil spirit, he has since been reformed and become a (tentative) minor god. He dreams of rising to Major God status someday.

As an evil spirit, he was a chaotic being of wind notorious for challenging the other elements to races. (This would often result in hurricanes and other natural disasters.)

It’s said he was originally born from an alchemist’s cauldron when a spell went awry. Perhaps that is why he finds himself drawn to cauldrons.

Chickens are his favored animal; there is a story of how he cried over cracked eggs. This has led to a strange collection of items (including cauldrons and chicken statuettes) in his shrines.

He tries many things, but is seldom successful in any of them.

His animal form is a (blue) chicken. He attempted a pink flamingo form but failed.

Ace — God of fortune (luck) and mischief

A troublemaker in the Pantheon. Frequently being chastised or punished for bothering his fellow gods.

He sneaks off to the mortal realm to prank humans. To the Elder Gods’ dismay, Ace sometimes (what was the human phrase for it again??) “shoots his shot” with humans he finds cute. Might go on a date with them once, then disappear entirely from their lives, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake.

Preserved cherries and later playing cards are common offerings. Instead of praying, devotees would stay at a shrine and play a card game with something depicting Ace (usually a statue).

His animal form is a flamingo.

Ruggie — God of thieves and the downtrodden

The god for the working class, underserved and marginalized communities, and the common man. They pray to him when they are in need of social change—tearing down a tyrannical king, redistributing the wealth, etc.

While his followers usually don’t have much to give, Ruggie isn’t picky about the gifts he receives. Even hand-me-down items and foragables are accepted at his shrines. Leave a bouquet of dandelions, herbs, used clothes, or a few coins at his altar and he will happily snatch those up.

Closely associated with Leona, often acting as his lackey in various tales.

There’s a story about how he stole the keys to Azul’s enchanted safe and released desire into the world; they say Ruggie has the ability to steal anything from anyone.

His animal form is a raccoon but he can muster a hyena with enough energy.

Jack — God of strength (both physical strength and strength of character)

Often depicted as a massive wolf—strong yet gentle. He appears before those with noble hearts to warn them of coming danger.

Protects children who get lost in the woods. He will fend off the danger and then carry the children to safety in his massive maw.

Warriors donned wolf pelts or the image of a wolf on armor or accessories. This would supposedly grant them strength on the battlefield.

Bottles of pear preserves are commonly left at his shrines.

Jade — God of lies and curiosity

One of the rare gods that frequents the mortal realm, though these excursions are typically excused on account of his identity as the god of curiosity. He returns with strange stories that his fellow gods cannot quite tell are true or not.

In the stories, he is presented as an enabler and instigator. If a mortal finds themselves at a fork in the road, Jade leans into their ear and whispers, influencing them to take the path least treaded.

It’s said that if you catch him speaking a truth, he will grant you a wish. Many mortals have met their doom from believing his web of lies.

Strangely, mushrooms have a tendency to overtake his shrines. You'll find them in the corners and crevices.

Animal form is an eel but if he is very low on energy then he’s a little fish.

Floyd — God of change and chaos

If Jade influences humans by whispering in their ear, then Floyd influences humans by throwing any obstacle imaginable at them. He is the embodiment of anything that can happen at any time.

His following is mainly people who are bored with their lives and wish for something exciting or new to happen.

His followers do not have any particular traditions, as he could react negatively to anything. Rather, the expectation is that you go about your day and not invoke his name for fear of gaining his attention.

If you're one of the foolish few who dare to ask a favor of him, candies of assorted flavors or a new pair of shoes (a luxury, in the days of old) may be a good bet to gain his favor.

Animal form is an eel but if he is very low on energy then he’s a little fish.

Jamil — God of culture and ambition

Companion to Kalim. They often appear as a duo on stories, never straying too far apart from one another.

He represents the mingling of cultures and the sharing of idea and traditions, all the connections and places he can never have for himself. Jamil considers this a great burden, one he cannot be freed from. He also represents those seeking higher goals for themselves.

His shrines are known to be covered in fine tapestries and fabrics. Incense is burned, imparting the insides with a smokey, spicy smell.

Common offerings are bottles of hair oil and ornaments. These are to care for his hair, which is said to be able to transform into living snakes, each capable of speaking in a different ancient language.

Fallen for an attempt to overthrow Kalim and claim his position (via inciting a coup).

His animal form is a snake. Although he is a bright red, he’s not venomous.

Rook — God of the hunt, the arts, and love

If you’re out in the wild and feel like you’re being watched, it’s likely Rook with his eye on you. He enjoys observing humans and the odd ways they act.

Has heightened senses, able to notice visual details from an impressive distance away.

A lover of the arts; most creatives have made at least one work of art in his honor.

His followers tend to follow his philosophy that everything is beautiful in its own way.

Lovers will ask Rook to bless their relationship; it is said that those shot with his Arrows of Love will forever be bound to the first person they see.

Rook represents not just romantic love, but also platonic love. He does not discriminate; all love is beautiful!

His animal form is a rook (bird). He can also do other birds, though mainly predators like hawks.

Epel — God of agriculture and harvest

His favored fruit is the apple. There used to be a festival in which attendees would submit their own apples for judging in his honor; the biggest, reddest, and shiniest would win and the victor would be blessed with a bountiful harvest for that year.

There are many tales of mortals and divine beings alike being deceived by his dainty appearance.

Humans pray to Epel for a good yield from their fields. Apples (at least their peels) are often incorporated into fertilizer, which they return to the earth as an offering to him.

His animal form is a rabbit which is smaller than Cater’s form.

Ortho — God of death and rebirth

Legends say he was originally a mortal that died young while attempting to play the role of a hero. Taking pity on the boy, the gods took his soul and replaced it in the mechanical body (thanks to Idia’s help).

Ortho and his blue flames are said to be the last thing you see before death, for he comes to claim all souls and ferry them to the other side.

In the days of old, it is said that people would become stars after death and watch on from the sky. It is Ortho who brings newborn stars into the sky and places them.

He is said to be close with Idia, the god who granted him his new form.

Appears like a glowing blue flame instead of an animal form; the closest he can achieve is a ghostly apparition of a dog.

Sebek — God of action, lightning, and war

A demigod, much to his dismay. Overeager to prove himself as a result.

Dismisses his mortal father in favor of his divine heritage, but Sebek finds himself visiting anyway. Insists it is out of pity.

Inherited the title of god of war from Lilia. Brags about it (though Lilia warns him to be careful with such a dangerous title). His affinity for lightning is also something he brags about, since it brings him closer to Malleus, who controls storms.

His shrines tend to be built near bodies of water; followers prepare salted salmon from lakes and such for him.

He wields a shield that can guard against anything.

His animal form is a crocodile. He is unfortunately very noticeable wherever he goes.

Silver — God of sleep/dreams, peace, and protection

A human that was adopted by Lilia after his parents were felled in war. He went on to become a hero and achieved godhood by bringing a great war to a peaceful resolution.

Inherited Lilia’s old title as god of protection. Should you gain Silver’s favor, he will shield you from the evils of the world.

Animals of all kinds are drawn to Silver and his shrines. Nuts, berries, leaves, and flowers are left at his altar.

He is usually depicted sleeping under a tree. If you see Silver in your dreams, it is a good omen and something nice will happen to you when you wake up.

He wields a sword that can cut through anything.

His animal form is a horse. In works of art, he is sometimes depicted as a silver owl which glides through dreams.

Grim — (Fledgling) God of the lost

Not fully recognized as a god yet.

Has not accumulated enough strength to assume a human form.

Is considered guardian to the lost and directionless, be it those not knowing where they came from or those not knowing where they want to go in the future.

Leave an open tuna can at his altar or in ramshackle buildings, and the contents will have mysteriously vanished the next day. Presumably, Grim has passed by and eaten the offering. (Rocks are also an acceptable offering; these will also vanish, though there is debate on whether Grim favors rocks or if he also eats them.)

Eventually Falls because he become too attached to a human and wished to prevent them from passing on so that he might be with them forever.

Neige — God of innocence and purity/chastity

If Vil is sexy and mature, then Neige is the picture of sweetness and cuteness.

He is seen as a protector and caretaker to children, especially those without parents or guardians. They say if you diligently do your chores, your home will be safe and blessed by Neige.

Also considered the patron god of virgins.

The Seven Dwarves are forest nymphs that hang around him. Each represents an emotion or state of being (uhhh, assume Timmy -> embarrassment, Grum -> angry, Shelpie -> tired??, Hop -> happy, Snick -> surprised, Toby -> confused, Dominic -> confident).

His animal form is a songbird. He can also do a deer.

Cheka — (Fledgling) God of courage and cycles

An inexperienced god; the current God of Courage and Cycles is fading and Cheka is being trained to step up into that role.

Carefree; he has little interest in his duties and would rather play around with the other gods. Sometimes even slips away from his handlers and escapes to the mortal plane to play. Causes many headaches.

Asks many questions about mortals, but nothing which would be relevant to his tasks.

Animal form is a cat (well, more like a kitten), but he can’t really shift well yet.

Chenya — God of riddles and guidance

Chenya helps the lost find their way, be it to a location, loved one, item, or some goal. However, his aid often comes with a heap of cryptic language which you must first decipher.

Has the ability to vanish from sight. It is said that if you hear giggling or feel something brush against your arm or leg, it is Chenya’s blessing.

Loves finding cakes at his shrines, although he tends to steal them right off your plate at celebrations.

Animal form is a cat.

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please marry me - lsm

—⁠☆ you're aware of how handsome your boyfriend is, but hearing him sing at a wedding makes you pull something you could've never expected from yourself.

pairing - seokmin x f!reader

genre/warnings - fluff, romance, skinship, kissing, proposal, extremely handsome seokmin, mentions of jealousy, girls swooning over him, one curse word

wc - 729

A/N - hi lovelies, here's the drabble i promised!! seeing seokmin sing in the recent wedding video made me jump into my cutie friend's dm and tell her, "i'd fall to my knees and propose him." hence, this is born.

| @hannah81141418 @iamdkayyyyy @selenophyyy

On a daily basis, you know that your boyfriend is unfairly handsome.

To the point that it gets hard for you to go out with him because women swoon over him despite his girlfriend sticking to his arm. On the flip side, you often find yourself resisting the urge to throw yourself at him at all times.

Hence, there's no mistaking that you're well aware of Seokmin’s magical charms.

Yet tonight, under the soft glow of the wedding reception lights, he is on another level. As his voice, smooth as velvet and sweet as honey, fills the air, you find yourself dreamily sighing. You watch, completely captivated, an indecipherable warmth blooming in your chest. It isn't even just his voice; it is the way his eyes crinkle when he hits a high note, the gentle sway of his body, and the pure joy radiating from him as he sings for the happy couple.

Then, you hear gasps from tables around you, whispers fluttering through the air.

"Oh my god, his voice is so dreamy!"

“He's so handsome!"

"I'd marry him right now!"

“Is he single?”

A tiny frown touches your lips. You hear this every day—girls gushing over your Seokmin, your perfect, dreamy, and handsome Seokmin. Yet it stirs a strange mix of pride and possessiveness in you. And Seokmin looking like that doesn't help anyway.

You feel a little too much at the moment. Perhaps, if it were any other circumstances, you'd have uncaringly fallen to your knees and proposed to him.

Hell, you'd even—

Wait. What?

The thought strikes you like a jolt of electricity, cutting off your air supply for a second longer than you'd have liked. You quickly gulp a sip of your champagne, mindlessly twisting a paper napkin until it forms a tiny, makeshift ring.

By the time Seokmin finishes his song, you have your plan.

The moment he steps off the stage, still flushed with the performance, you grab his hand and pull him through the crowd, past the admiring gazes, and out into the quiet wedding garden. The air is cooler here, scented with blooming jasmine. You turn to face him, the paper ring clutched tight in your hand, and before he can even ask what is going on, you drop to one knee.

"Marry me, Seokmin," you blurt out, the words tumbling over each other. "I'm so sorry for how sudden this is but like, it's your fault! You're so handsome and perfect and husband-able, I cannot take this anymore!”

Seokmin’s eyes are practically popping out in surprise, but he's also smiling and somehow that boosts your shrinking confidence.

“Every single girl in there was practically proposing to you with their eyes and I just… Will you please, please, please marry me?"

He stares down at you, his smile bubbling into a giggle that quickly turns into a full-blown laugh. He throws his head back, his rich laughter echoing in the night, a sound you sickeningly adore.

"Marry you?" he manages to say through his amusement, his eyes sparkling. "As in marry marry?”

You nod earnestly, holding out your crumpled creation. He reaches out, his warm fingers gently taking the paper ring from you. His laughter softens into a tender smile, and he slips the tiny paper band onto his ring finger. "Yes," he says, his voice husky, "A thousand times yes."

You squeal, standing up and throwing your arms around his neck. He stumbles a little at the impact, but manages to steady you both anyway, his sweet laughter returning. “Funny, because I was going to ask you tonight anyway.”

Your giggles come to a halt as you pull your head back to look at him, eyes full of surprise. “Really? You were?”

He hums, “Uh huh, but guess that ring will have wait. For now,” he pulls a little away from you, taking out a tissue pack from his pocket. “Can you make one for yourself too? I think I'll suck at this.”

You let out the dreamiest, most satisfied laugh, nodding at him as you begin folding the paper into a ring. Once it's done, Seokmin carefully slips it into your finger. It crumples a little more, but you don't care.

You just press your lips to his, satisfied to hear the girls pass by and gasp.

“So he wasn't single?”

“Fuck, are those paper rings?”

“How cringe…”

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pepsil4ver17 · 3 months ago

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Never pleased

Summary: you’re a people pleaser who doesn’t know how to say no to anyone. Your boyfriend Bakugo ever so attentive can’t sit back anymore and watch you put others before yourself.

Bakugo knows you like the back of his hand no doubt.

He’s knows your favourite food, your favourite colour, your go to movie to watch when your sad, but most of all he knows how you just cannot say no to anyone.

He has brought this issue to your attention before but you had simply brushed it off and told him that it was nothing worth worrying over.

Not him though.

He didn’t just brush it off.

But still he kept to himself until he just couldn’t no more.

The morning had started like every other one Bakugo waking up bright and early to get ready for class expect there was just one thing that was out of place. You. When he had fallen asleep you were right with him which was a common occurrence but when he had woken up without his beautiful baby by his side? He was very very confused to say the least. He didn’t worry to much over it and just assumed something had up come up or you had left something at your dorm room.

Just to be sure he flicked you a quick text.

Where did you run off to?

Setting his phone down Bakugo started to get ready for class which consisted of showering getting dressed and fixing his bed hair. He picked up his phone expecting a text back from you instead he is left on delivered. Brushing it off he didn’t think to much of it and started heading to class. Everybody was getting seated and he glanced around trying to find you and failing to see you anywhere. Now this was weird. You always tell everyone that punctuality is the best trait to have and everybody should obtain especially when it comes to education. Bakugo furrowed his brows and reaches into his pocket pulling out his phone and opening your contact.

Nerd where are you? You are never late to class hope you didn’t die on me.

As he puts his phone back into his Pocket he feels it vibrate and quickly pulls it out…

Oh I’m so sorry my phone was on dnd. I’m sorry I left last night but I waited for you to be asleep! I just had so much work I needed to do and I got barely any sleep. I’ll be in class in five :)

He stared at his phone with a confused look. Work you needed to do? What work did you need to do that required you to stay up all night? You were already caught up in all your classes you were one of the top students in fact , so why do you need to spend your whole night doing more?

Five minutes go by and Bakugo looks up as you are rushing into class spurring apology’s blabbing an excuse that Bakugo can’t quite make out. You rush over and take a seat next to him and giving him a shy smile. But Bakugo can see it. The tiredness in your eyes the way you slouch ever so slightly your demeanour just seemed so exhausted, hell he was getting exhausted just but looking at you. “ what work is so important that you had to stay up all night. If it was that bad I would have helped you” he asked his tone harsh and usual. “ oh Mina and Denki had some work they wanted me to do” this made bakugo’s eye twitch not because of the problem at hand but how you had said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Tch don’t do those idiots work s’not your fault they are stupid.”

“Bakugo they aren’t stupid they just… needed a little help is all.” “ tch whatever.”

And Bakugo left it at that.

Later everybody was practicing sparing, but you just couldn’t seem to catch a break. The other students were using you to their advantage-

Not in a malicious way, no no not at all. Just causal things like asking for you to grab everybody’s water bottle, bombarding you with questions about the classes, begging for your notes, asking for extra tutoring sessions.

Frustration was evident on your face. And none of this went unnoticed by Bakugo. No no.

He saw the way you slowly became more and more tense as more questions were being thrown at you. He saw the slight pink tint in your cheeks. He heard the way you sighed to yourself.

Yes Bakugo was very attentive.

And usually he would leave it at that. He always left it up to you wondering, hoping, you would stick up for yourself. But when he saw your eyes starting to tear up, something inside him snapped.

��Y/n” Bakugo called you over.

You looked up hearing your boyfriend’s voice, him palming you over. You head towards him trying your best to blink away the tears, get a grip you thought.

When you finally reached Bakugo you stopped in front of him, staring at the ground so he wouldn’t notice the clear sadness in your eyes.

Bakugo notices how you avoid his gaze immediately.

He hooks his index finger under your chin and forces you to look at him

But as soon and he see a tear roll down your cheek his heart breaks.

Although,

You can’t know that.

“Get your shit we are done here” Bakugo says his tone leaving no room for arguments.

You head over to where your stuff was and slowly pack your stuff off before heading towards where Bakugo was standing. He grabs your wrist and pulls you with him at a hurried pace.

Your heart is racing, your cheeks are hot and tears are streaming down your face. You don’t know what’s wrong with Bakugo, was he mad at you?

You quickly recognised where he was dragging you to. His dorm room. As you reach his dorm he quickly opens the door and throws his stuff down by his desk, then reaches for your bag and placing it down near his.

“Sit”

Bakugo says as heads into the bathroom. You oblige taking a seat on his bed, wiping your tears with your sleeve. Bakugo comes back out with a wet cloth and holds it out for you “here”

“ what that’s for?” You ask giving a confused look.

“Tch your burning up, can clearly see it in your face dumbass”

“Oh”

Bakugo pulls his desk chair out and takes a seat in front of you. “So what going on hm?” “What do you mean katsuki?” You say looking at your feet “tch katsuki huh? Harsh, what happened to those little nicknames you gave me” he says tone playful “m’sorry” you say your voice cracking and on the verge of breaking down right then and there.

“Okay that’s enough what is going on in that Pretty little mind of yours hm baby?”

You sniffle looking up at Bakugo his eyes softening as he takes in your glassy, puffy eyes and your tear stained cheeks. “It’s nothing to worry over” you say giving him a weak smile which was not very convincing at all.

“Nope. No you are not doing that. I am your boyfriend and it’s my job to listen to your thoughts, your feelings, everything. I may not be the best at these types of things but for you I will learn. Now tell me what is running through that heads of yours baby.”

Hearing his words really tip you over and everything comes out at once. You tell him everything, how draining it is keeping up with everyone and their demands. Feeling trapped in your own mind, hating yourself for not being able to say no to anyone, and your fears of failing everybody.

And he listens to you, everything you say.

And when your finish your ramble you’re a wreck.

“ baby, it is not your fault. None of it is. They are just idiots who don’t know how good you are to them. I should have said something I’m so sorry baby.”

“It’s not your fault suki”

You manage to get out.

“Maybe it’s not, but I watched everybody put you through all of that. I was just hoping you would stick up for yourself. But no I had to wait for you to reach your breaking point.”

You look up and him, and he pats his lap signalling you to come sit. And You go over and settle on his lap.

“ next time those damn extras try something with you they will get an earful I promise”

You let a giggle and snuggle into his neck. Bakugo melts into your touch, kissing your forehead.

You guys spend the rest of the night cuddling until each of you fell asleep.

And Bakugo kept his word because the next time kirishima tried to ask for a favour-

Boy did he get an earful alright.

“ LEAVE HER ALONE YOU STUPID IDIOT NOBDOY WANTS TO HELP YOUR DUMBASS MAYBE TRY STUDYING FOR ONCE????”

And before he could finish his crash out you grab his arm giggling telling him that was enough.

But you loved it. You loved him. And you knew he loved you too.

A/N HEYYYY GUYSSS THIS IS MY FIRST FIC DO WE LIKEEEE???? Any ideas let me know please.

#Bakugo #mha #Bakugo x fem reader #Bakugo fic #my hero academia #mha x reader #mha bakugou #mha fanfiction #katsuki bakugo mha

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the-fyre-flie · 5 months ago

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A Dad!Batman and Shazam au oneshot for this one commenter in particular and also me because I love this concept, hehe! Also I physically cannot keed writing this on tumblr so like if this does well I'll move it to AO3 and write some more Batfam&Shazam...

@spiritdancer9000

This is INCREDIBLY long btw...

Bruce didn't know when it started. He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment in time he started treating Shazam differently than the other heros, but at one point or another, he began treating the young man like... one of his own kids. Billy was just a kid himself, but it wasn't like he was inexperienced or powerless. The boy didn't need Bruce's parenting. Yet, the big bad Batman had a soft spot for him.

Bruce adjusted his cowl slightly as he stood from the rubble, grunting in pain as he pushed a large chunk of fallen building out of the way. This fight against a hypnotized Superman was going very poorly. His kryptonite had been sent into the bay, and he was still waiting on one of his various robins or ex robins to answer his distress call and show up with backup. Until that happened, he had to call in Shazam to help contain the alien. Their similar powers meant that while the rest of the Justice League was busy with off planet matters, Billy was the best option to take down Clark. Or at least keep him from causing more destruction. With how many times Clark gets hypnotized or brainwashed, this situation wasn't new or important enough to call back anyone from their missions. They just had to make do and figure out how to break the hypnosis.

"Shazam, can you redirect Superman to the west side of the city? Nightwing will be coming from that direction." For a man heavily bruised, stressed, and in the middle of grappling up to get as close as he could to the dueling supers, Bruce's voice was surprisingly gentle when he spoke to Billy. He almost never raised his voice at the magic infused boy, even in the middle of fights. Tho, once again, Bruce felt like he had to parent Billy. The kid was taking a beating, and he needed a level-headed adult to trust and rely on. Bruce had to be that figure, lest Billy panic, and begin letting Clark cause more damage than necessary.

"I can! I just gotta-!" Billy let out an 'oof' as he was interrupted by Superman landing a sharp hit on his jaw, sending him flying back. The sound was brutal, a loud crack followed by an even louder thud as concrete crumbled around Shazam, the hero leaving a Shazam-shaped crater in the exterior of a building. He groaned as he regained his bearings, floating to Batmans side as Superman prepared a second attack. "Okay, maybe I need a little help..."

Bruce would have chastised the boy for getting distracted for letting Superman get in a blow. That answering was less important than just doing in a moment like that. Instead, he just... let it go. Which is so very unlike him. With any other hero, including his own brood of bats and birds, he would have chewed them out for not reacting properly. With Billy, he didn't even blink, instead focusing on what to do next.

"Grab his cape and get him as close to the outskirts of the west side as possible. I'll keep him distracted."

Shazam flew into action, not one to question Batmans plans. Grabbing onto the cap, Superman immediately shifted to try and grab at the young hero. Only for Batman to begin... threatening Superman? Billy wasn't exactly sure why Batman decided that was the best way to keep the Kyrptonian distracted, but it was working somehow. The more Batman spoke about Lois and Jonathan and all the horrible ways he could take out Clark's family, the more scared rather than aggressive Clark became. For a man of steel, Superman bent easily. Within half a minute, they were touching down in the city limits, Superman not even fighting back anymore, seemingly spiraling, head in hands.

"Why did you say all that stuff to him, mister Batman?" Shazam asked, letting go of the man's cape and joining Bruce's side. As they spoke, Nightwing pulled up, his bike screeching as he came to a sudden stop. He was waving a small thermos looking thing back and forth before tossing it to Batman, disappearing again before he could even be questioned.

"Superman, at his core, is a gentle giant and family man. Threatening or insulting his family makes him depressed. As any father would become if someone like me threatened his son the way I did. I'll apologize to him when he's back in his right mind." Bruce stated gruffly as he unsealed the thermos and waved it under Clark's nose like smelling salts. Usually, he would have been far less gentle with Clark. The alien man could take it. But he couldn't bring himself to he overly violent in front of Shazam.

As the kryptonite was held in front of Clark, he finally snapped out of hypnosis, groggily looking up at Bruce. He squinted a bit, groaned, and stood. Of course, he apologized and offered to help with whatever damage he caused, but Bruce simply dismissed him, telling him to go rest and recover properly.

Sat in a local diner, Bruce watched as Billy stuffed his face with food. They both changed out of their hero persona's, and Billy had been ready to go do whatever orphaned kids do in this day and age, but Bruce had insisted on treating him to food. Bruce watched as the boy rambled and ate, talking about some show he had seen recently. Every time Billy opened his mouth, Bruce was reminded of just how young he was. Just how innocent and alone in the world he was. Bruce nodded and sipped his coffee, Billy almost flinging his waffles as he spoke, the enthusiasm almost contagious. Almost.

"Do you need a place to stay?

Bruce had blurted it out before he even had time to think about the implications. He, Bruce Wayne, THE Batman, had blurted something out. In front of him, Billy was staring, wide-eyed, fork of waffles held up mid bite. It was a long moment of silence before Billy spoke.

"...yes?"

The Wayne manor was quiet. A vast empty building, the echos of their footsteps loud as they made their way through the halls. Billy had to jog to keep up with Bruce's long strides, his sneakers squeaking against the perfectly polished wood floors. As Bruce turned a corner, Billy skidded after him, nearly bumping into a large, scarred man.

"B, why is there a new kid? I thought we all agreed you reached your adoption limit." His voice was almost as gruffs as Bruce's, the scars along his jaw and brow shifting when he spoke. Bruce sighed and placed a hand on Billy's shoulder.

"Jason, this is Billy. He's a... coworker. Billy needs a place to stay. I'm not adopting him." Bruce replied, the man named Jason crouching to match Billy's eye height. He offered a hand, Billy carefully accepting it. They shook before Jason stood, smiling as he walked off.

"You'll probably eat your words by the end of the day. Welcome to the family, Billy."

"What does he mean?" Billy questioned as he continued following after Bruce, brow furrowed as he struggled to match Bruce's pace. Gosh... how did a man so big move so fast?

"Jaylad is just joking around. Don't worry about it." Bruce shook his head as he led Billy down a hall, the sounds of a few boys yelling and video game sound effects getting louder. When they came to a door, Bruce pushed it open, revealing a large game room/theater. A huge TV, a pool table, shelves full of books and board games, and a trio of boys sat on the couch in front of the screen, two of them holding controllers while the third did his best to get in the way.

"Move, Grayson! I need to win and show Thomas that he can never defeat me!" The smallest boy shouted, trying to push the young man out of the way.

"Keep distracting him, Dick! I'm almost there!" The other boy grinned madly as he leaned around Dicks side to get a better view of the screen, his character seemingly ahead of the others in whatever racing game they were playing. After a few more moments of shouting, the race ended, and the boys became a loud tangle of limbs and arguments. Accusations of cheating were thrown around, followed by claims of it being fair game, only to suddenly stop when they noticed Bruce and Billy.

"This is Damian, Dick, and Duke. my youngest, oldest, and most recent." Bruce spoke, and Billy offered a small wave. Why did Bruce have so many kids? HOW did Bruce have so many kids? Why is Damian the only one who looks like him? Is this what Jason meant by Bruce adopting him?

"Another one? Duke hasn't even had time to bask in his newness. He's still got New Adoptee Smell." Dick laughed a bit as he returned Billy's wave, Duke rolling his eyes from beside him.

"Billy isn't being adopted. He just needs a place to stay, and the manor has rooms." Bruce once again corrected. But as Bruce talked with Dick and Duke, Billy couldn't help by shiver at the feeling of someone glaring at him. Damian hasn't taken his eyes off Billy, his stare cold and hard and very judgmental. Yup... that one was %100 Bruce's kids.

"Billy? Let's go." Bruce's voice pulled the boys from the staring contest, Billy quickly following after the man as he left to show him more rooms. When they came to a new door, Bruce gestured for Billy to enter. Inside was a large room, a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, pretty much what you'd expect from a rich family with extra rooms.

"You can stay here as long as you'd like. We have plenty of space, food, etc. With your powers, you can be from here to Faucet in under 2 minutes, so any travel should be fine." Bruce was trying very hard to see like he didn't care too much, that this was all kindness done for a coworker, and not because he desperately felt responsible for the child stood in front of him. Billy was so young, about the same age as Damian, and the kid had nothing. Of course, Bruce had to step up.

"Thanks, Mr Wayne. I... are you certain?"

"Just Bruce is fine. And yes."

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peachdues · 8 months ago

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I vowed not to fight anymore, if we survived the Great War

Giyuu shot up in his futon, his hand flying to the stump where his sword arm used to be. For the briefest moment, he thought he could feel his hand clenching around his blade once more, as though it were still a natural reflex.

As though he still lived in a world where he’d need it.

His breath was ragged as he tried to calm down, counting backwards from ten as he worked to take in his surroundings, needing to convince himself that he was not in that cursed demon castle, unable to fight his way out; he was home, he was safe, he was —

“Giyuu?” A sleepy voice came from his right, and the ravenette felt the shift in the padding of his futon as a gentle hand patted its way up his side, seeking him out.

Y/N’s hand came to rest on the shoulder of his missing arm, thumb running circles into his skin. Giyuu breathed deeply through his nose, closing his eyes and focusing on the soft warmth of her touch.

After a few breaths, the tightness in his lungs eased. With a quiet exhale, Giyuu’s hand found hers at his shoulder and held it in place, allowing her to continue grounding him.

“Go back to sleep, beloved,” Giyuu inwardly cursed at the way his voice cracked, and again at the way he felt his fiancé tense slightly beneath his grip, sensing his distress.

He wished his voice hadn’t betrayed him, for he felt Y/N shift once more as she sat up, bringing the soft blanket up with her to cover her bare chest.

“My love?” Her voice was gentle yet concerned as Y/N drew herself up next to him, pressing her lips against his shoulder. “Has something troubled you?”

Giyuu’s grip around the hand on his shoulder tightened. “Nothing is the matter — I am only restless.” He twisted his head to brush his lips quickly against her knuckles, though he could not bring himself to meet her gaze. “I’m sorry for disturbing your rest.”

He felt his fiancé’s head shake as she rest her cheek against his upper back, her hair tickling his skin. “Have you had another nightmare?”

He knew it was irrational, but he felt his jaw clench, anger flaring through him; not at her, but at the fact he couldn’t get a grip on how that damn castle haunted his dreams.

Or on the way those dreams had begun featuring the bodies of his fallen comrades, more and more.

“I’m only restless,” Giyuu repeated, his voice a bit harder as he gently removed Y/N’s hand from his shoulder.

Though he was turned away from her, he could hear how she fidgeted under the blanket in her unease.

“Giyuu,” her voice had taken on a surprising timidity that made his gut twist with both guilt and frustration. “I cannot help you if you do not let me in.”

“How could you help me?” The words shot out of his mouth before he could stop them, but once he started, Giyuu could not stop. “What have you seen, what troubles have you endured, that plague you at night? That would make you understand?”

He did not have to look at her to know that Y/N recoiled at his harshness, and the heavy silence between them settled like lead in his gut.

“Y/N, that was —“ Giyuu began.

“You’re right.” Y/N’s voice was soft, so incredibly soft that he almost didn’t hear her. “Forgive me, Giyuu. I did not mean to imply I understood what you’ve gone through. I only meant that I wish to help ease your burdens.”

The former Pillar finally turned to face his fiancé, and the moment he did, he felt himself crumple at the sight of her eyes, full of sadness at his words.

Full of a curious wariness, too, as though she were searching for something within his own eyes, something that made her tense and apprehensive.

#giyuu tomioka #giyuu x reader #kny giyuu #kny x reader #kny fanfic #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba

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thewritetofreespeech · 6 months ago

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BG3 - Taking care of sick Reader [p. 2]

prompt: I'm sick again. So in the spirit of the last one, I wrote a new version with Halsin and the teffer boys to feel better.

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‘Your head throbs in tandem with your own heartbeat. Pain coursing through your body with every stifled breath you take, as your tight chest struggles to fill with air. It had been a long time since you were sick. You nearly forgot how uncomfortable it was. Without the tadpoles protective qualities to shield you anymore, this new wave hit you like a stone wall. You almost wished to have it squirming mass back in your brain just to be over this. Luckily, you were not alone at least.’

Halsin

“How are you feeling my love?”

You open your eyes to see Halsin had returned home. The small cottage you share really just being one large room, so his presence was hard to miss. Even in your state.

You try to sit up, but the druid encouraged you to lay back down. “Don’t get up. You’ll need your rest. This bug going around is quiet the foe. Three more of the children have fallen ill to it.” You roll your eyes at Halsin. Though you loved helping with the children and orphans, you were also certain those little germ buckets are what got you sick. “Here, I made you some tea. The herbs and willow bark essence will help with the fever.”

Halsin helped you up now to drink your tea. The warm liquid soothes your throat. You felt a little better already. Still….

- Can’t you just heal me with your magic? I thought you were the best healer at the Grove.

Halsin barked out a laugh. “We’re quite far from the Grove now, my love.” He meant that both literally and figuratively. Their time away from the old druid sanctuary reaching further & further each day. “Besides, for all Oak Father has bestowed upon me to heal, there are some matters that even I cannot intervene. Nature must take it’s course in this.”

- That’s ridiculous.

“It is the will of nature.” You jump nearly out of your skin at the sound of Thaniel’s voice. His unending stare peering at you from the end of the bed. “Sorry. Did I forget to do ‘the knock’ again?”

You try to regulate your heartbeat again as Halsin carefully chastised Thaniel for entering without invitation and startling you. “We were worried.” He told Halsin. Still, he apologized and left your home moments later.

“Seems I’m not the only one concerned for your recovery.” Halsin teased when you were alone. “The children ask for you too. They made you this.” He then handed you a piece of parchment from his pocket. A crude drawing of you, the children, and bear Halsin lay upon it. Your heart suddenly softened for the little germ buckets. “Get some rest.” The druid then told you, before kissing your cheek. “I will be late tending to the other fallen, but don’t hesitate to call for me if you need. Though I am needed you are still my top priority.”

It warmed your heart to hear it, but tell him to go as others needed him too. You finished your tea and went back to sleep. As you drifted off it felt like someone was watching you….but you couldn’t be sure.

Dammon

“Sweetheart? Are you awake?”

You turn your head to look towards the door. A small sliver of light spilling through as Dammon slipped in. His brow knitted in worry. “How are you feeling?” He asked and you merely groan.

Dammon’s brow knitted deeper, and he reached forward to check your forehead. “I can’t tell if your fever broke. With these old forge hands, I’m not so good with temperature anymore. Do you still feel warm? Feverish?”

You shrug. You flicker between bouts of overheating and ice cold. Which probably meant that your fever was still on you.

“Sorry I couldn’t be here much today to take care of you.” He apologized. “With work being steady now it’s hard to get away. Even if I want to.” You tell him that it’s fine. You know his work was important and he had customer demands to meet. “I’d forgotten what it was like running it all on my own. I missed having you there.”

Dammon brushed the side of your face with the back of his hand. Calm. Soothing. “Shall I get you anything? New blanket? Fresh water? Have you eaten?” He seemed to want to make up his absence for the day in the next hour, but you quietly shush him away and tell him you just want sleep. He seemed disappointed in not being able to help but understood. “Well, I’ll be on the other side of the door if you need anything. Better yet, I’ll just check on you in a bit. See if you need anything.” Dammon leaned over a kissed your head before he saw himself out.

He indeed did come to check on you every hour. Seeing if you needed anything. Anything he could do. On his last visit he came in to bed with you for the night. Wrapping his arms around you in comfort to get some final sleep. Dammon needed his rest too after all. Lest you both be on the mend.

Zevlor

“How goes the siege my darling?”

You look up from your book as Zevlor came into the room. Hearing him come into the small shack you had made home before he announced himself. Removing his armor like any good soldier off the road.

You tell him you are fine. At least not being physically sick anymore. “That’s good.” He commented as he came to sit beside you. “Or it could just be that you haven’t eaten my cooking since the last bout.”

You chuckle at Zevlor’s joke and nudge him with your leg under the blankets. “I’m sorry there isn’t more I can do for you. Hellriders aren’t known for their healing. Except the occasional arrow wound.” You chuckle again and tell Zevlor that he’s doing fine.

“The priests at the temple did give me this.” He held out a small potion bottle. Likely for vitality or increased health. “And! This.” He then produced a shiny apple. “How about I cut it up for you and we’ll see if it’s actually your stomach or my cooking. Then, we’ll take a short walk for some fresh air. Can’t have you cooped up in here all day.”

You tell Zevlor that that would be lovely and let him offer you a kiss before he went to prepare your apple. You’re able to keep it down and at least walk to the temple from your home a few paces behind it on the patch of earth the priests let the former Hellriders call home. Zevlor cautiously by your side in case of any stumble or signs fatigue.

Rolan

“Shall I get you another blanket? Some tea?”

“Lia, Rolan said that they need their rest.” Lia tsked at her brother.

“What does Rolan know? Who do you think took care of you two when you were sick?”

“Surely not you,” the siblings flinch and turn to see Rolan in the doorway, “as we would all be dead given that you can’t follow basic instructions.”

“I was just trying to help!” Lia insisted.

“Rest, fluids, nutrient dense foods to keep the patient’s strength up, and this.” Rolan held up a vial he had clearly concocted on his own in the tower. “It’s what all the books say. Now leave Lia. A critical part of dealing with illness is quarantining the infected from others. You’ll be even less help if you’re sick too, and you’re much worse of a patient.” Lia growled at the wizard and stomped her feet out. Cal whispered a quick ‘get well soon’ to you before he fled after his sister.

Rolan tsked after Lia’s shadow. An exact copy of the gesture & sound she had made before, which made you wonder who had picked it up from who, before he came to your bedside. “Here. Drink this.” He handed you the vial as he lifted your arm to check your pulse. He noticed you examining it. The violet liquid inside the consistency of warm syrup. “I said drink it. Not look at it.”

You glare at Rolan as much as your tired eyes would allow but do as he said. The purple liquid even tasted like violets. It clung to your throat on its slow path down. Forcing you to swallow several times. “Here.” Rolan said as he handed you a cup of water. “That should help with some of the keyer points of this fever. From what I read anyway.” He seemed disappointed though. “Despite all my research there seems no cure for the common illness other than to rest & wait.”

- Your two worst qualities.

Rolan glared at you, but not nearly as fierce as he did with Lia. Playful even. “What can I say. I’m a man of action. I will not apologies for that.”

The wizard then reached over and brushed your clammy forehead with his hand. Careful not to scratch you with his claws; only his words. “I hate seeing you like this.” He confessed. His brow creased in worry. “I wish there was something I could do. Something to be useful.”

You reach out to take Rolan’s hand and squeeze it.

- You are doing something.

Rolan smiled. Letting you hold his hand for a bit more, and seeming equal in not wanting to let go, but eventually pulled away. “You should get some rest now. The medicine will help. I’ll bar the door from Lia, lest she try to ‘help’ again with one of her own concoctions.” His shoulders shudder at some memory.

You make a joke about princesses locked in towers as Rolan goes. A joke he does not find amusing and tells you he will be back later with more medicine & podge for supper. It’s the best thing to help as bland foods were less stressful on the stomach, according to the book. And who were you to argue with ‘the book’.

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jenscx · 1 year ago

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FALLING — kim minjeong x f!reader

marriage life was great. minjeong was the best wife you could ever ask for; she’s sweet, caring, patient… the list goes on. she’s your favourite person, even when upset, you still think she’s the cutest.

TAGS — fluff, zero angst, ceo!minjeong, arranged marriage!au, established relationship, jealousy, continuation of daydreamin’

WORDCOUNT — 3.7k

being married to minjeong was like a dream. you had to constantly remind yourself by staring at the gleaming diamond ring wrapped around your finger. the weight of the ring on your finger never fails to bring a smile onto your face. already grinning at the thought, you turn your whole body, watching it shine in the moonlight.

unfortunately, turning to face the window meant turning away from the warmth of a body— minjeong’s. the girl stills in her sleep, groaning slightly and snuggling deeper into your hair. you take a peek at the sleeping girl, but take no action in turning back. seemingly upset, minjeong’s face furrows into a look of displeasure. slowly, her hand trails along the naked skin of your waist exposed by your sleep shirt riding up. a firm grip of your waist and you’re pulled back into her embrace. it was ironic that the cold girl was an extreme cuddler in her sleep.

she lets out a sigh, relieved that you were finally back in her arms. you retract your hand from admiring the ring in the moonlight back down to rub small circles over the back of minjeong’s hand. your wife doesn’t make any more movements, signalling to you that she’s finally fallen into deep sleep. it makes you content that minjeong is getting the rest she needs. after a rather exhausting day at the company, minjeong had come home, hair tousled and eye bags deeper than usual. you couldn’t help but notice the tremendous amount of yawns she let out during dinner.

if it wasn’t for her growling stomach, you would have immediately put her to bed. yet, she seemed equally hungry and tired. it had been a few months since she first brought up the deal with one of the businesses in china and minjeong had told you that they finally sealed it this week. you couldn’t believe your wife was the ceo of a company when she was jumping up and down joyfully. if she had a tail, it would be wagging.

(“minjeong, has anyone told you that you look like a puppy?”

“are you calling me a bitch? and yes, yizhuo said i look like a dog.”)

you were glad minjeong was such a competent worker who only strived for perfection. her work ethic was insane, and the company’s success spoke proudly of it. however, you just wished she could take a break sometimes. it seemed like her mind was overtaken with business and work. maybe your wife was a workaholic. that didn’t stop her from leaving the company building at exactly 5pm to get home to eat dinner with you though.

it only made your feelings blossom even further for her. kim minjeong, who cannot stay away from her job for less than a day, comes home on time to eat dinner with her wife. it was endearing. a whiny groan from minjeong makes you turn your head to her. minjeong had somehow burrowed her head even further into the crook of your neck, cheeks squished between the pillow and your shoulder.

ah, kim minjeong was so cute.

smiling softly at your wife, your eyelids flutter shut, relishing in the warmth that minjeong provides, for both your body, and your heart.

the ray of sunlight beaming through the slit of the curtains is the first thing you see. it hits your eyes directly, forcing you to turn away from the window. the second thing you notice is that the warmth previously surrounding your body is gone. frowning, you open your eyes, disappointed that minjeong wasn’t by your side anymore. yawning and stretching your arms out, you peer around the room. the duvet has been neatly folded to cover your whole body and the pillows on minjeong’s side of the bed are tidied up against the headboard. you get up from the bed and quickly brush your teeth and shower.

fresh out of the shower, you notice the bedroom door is slightly ajar, leaving a crack for the aroma of pancake batter to seep in. your stomach gurgles unintentionally at the hint of breakfast, and your heart lightens when you realise minjeong’s probably in the kitchen and you can spend extra seconds with her.

padding your way to the kitchen down the stairs, the sight of minjeong with her now blonde hair tied sleekly back. her body is adorned with a cute, frilly, white apron that is knotted at her waist. it makes you swoon.

your wife is humming a familiar tune, you deduce that it’s one of the many harry styles songs she’s made you listen to. slowly, you walk closer to minjeong, who’s still unaware of your presence.

“mindoongie,” you greet, “good morning.”

minjeong jumps, gasping as the spatula in her hand falls onto the counter. she turns to you, eyes wide.

“you scared me, baby,” she sighs, picking up the fallen spatula and transferring the last pancake from the hot skillet onto a plate, neatly decorated with an assortment of various fruits. you giggle apologetically, “sorry, i thought you heard me coming.”

your wife shakes her head and carries the two plates to the kitchen island. you take a seat on one of the barstools, eyes laser-focused on the dripping maple syrup cascading down the pancakes like a waterfall. your mouth salivates.

“this looks so good.”

“I’m glad,” minjeong takes the seat next to you, gently slicing through the pancakes and tasting it, “i think i’m getting pretty good at cooking. maybe we won’t need mr park anymore.”

mr park was minjeong’s private chef, one that her father had hired.

“mhm,” your cheeks are stuffed full of pancake, “it tastes really good. but mr park makes the best soybean noodles.”

minjeong’s eyelashes flutter as her gaze lands on you, “really? i think the one you make tastes better.”

“you’re just saying that, you flirt,” you swat at her shoulder. your wife pouts and it’s adorable.

“i’m not,” and god, minjeong whines. it’s seriously harming you with how cute your wife is. is it possible to fall in love with someone twice? you might need to look it up. maybe you had an obsession— it would make perfect sense. everything that you see, touch, feel, they all instantly connect back to minjeong. you eat at a new restaurant; minjeong would like the tiramisu here. you hear a new pop song on the radio; minjeong would like this song. you see a pretty dress while shopping; minjeong would look amazing in it.

everything reminded you of her.

was that a blessing or a curse?

you hoped it was the former, but with the way she’s almost given you heart attacks with her puppy eyes, perhaps it was the latter.

a poke is felt on your cheek, distracting you from your imagination of minjeong’s puppy eyes. your wife stares at you cheekily, fingers squishing your face, “what are you thinking about?”

“thinking about you,” you answer honestly.

minjeong laughs, “seriously? that’s so cliche.”

you shrug. she only repeats, “what are you actually doing?”

“i’m doing something cliche,” you retort, stuffing a piece of pancake soaked in butter and syrup into your mouth. minjeong merely scoffs, not out of annoyance, maybe out of disbelief that you were still so cheesy.

“i have something to ask,” minjeong says out of the blue. you’re chowing down the last piece of delicious pancake and savouring the flavour when she suddenly springs a question.

“i have a company banquet i’m obliged to attend. will you be my date?”

you hesitantly nod. minjeong’s whole face brightens up, “really?”

“uh, yeah sure.” sensing your reluctance, minjeong slides a comforting hand over yours. “you can always say no if you want.”

swallowing, you reply, “it’s okay, i want to go with you. i’m just worried that i won’t be that extroverted or eager in making business deals or whatever.”

minjeong guffaws, “baby, all you have to do is be right beside me and i would be the happiest woman alive.”

“okay, romeo, you don’t have to flatter me, i’m already going.” minjeong just shrugs, “is it really flattering if it’s the truth?”

you take a large gulp of water.

“when’s the company banquet?”

minjeong flashes you a bashful smile.

“tonight.”

“kim minjeong—”

you pull the hem of your dress to cover the skin of your thighs. minjeong had picked out a black, fitting dress, akin to the one you wore to the family dinner a few months back. staring at the mirror, you take a seat down facing the vanity desk.

“baby,” minjeong calls out from the walk-in closet, “can you come help me?” you stand up, peering in the closet. your wife was facing a full length mirror, her body adorned by a two piece black pantsuit. it matches your black dress rather well.

“do you think this looks good?” she asks. you brush at her shoulders, admiring how good your wife looks. you run your fingers through her messy blonde hair, trying to calm the locks of golden.

minjeong sighs into your touch. “you’ll look great in anything, but this makes me want to jump you.” your wife preens at the praise, like a cute puppy.

“c’mon, let’s go already, it’s almost 6.”

you pull minjeong’s arm, dragging her to the front door. the chauffeur is waiting patiently on the driveway. after getting in the car, minjeong whips out her phone, fingers rapidly working against the keyboard. curious, you peek at the chat.

“it’s jimin unnie,” minjeong explains, “she’s going to be there too. along with some of my other friends.” nodding, you let your head remain hovering above her shoulder. minjeong glances at you.

“you can sleep if you want to. it’s a twenty minute drive,” she whispers, gently moving your head onto her shoulder. drowsy, you let your eyelids close, your hands instinctively going to rest on top of minjeong’s lap. you feel her hand slither into your palm. grasping the warmth, you eventually fall asleep, blonde hair and lopsided smiles burned into the back of your mind.

the comfort disappears soon after. your eyelids flutter open as minjeong brushes the stray strands of your hair out of your face.

“we’re reaching soon,” minjeong murmurs. you nod, your hands flying to the seat to support your body. her hands fly to wrap around your waist, humming softly. enjoying the solace of minjeong’s embrace, you lean into her touch for a few more minutes.

“mrs kim, we have arrived,” the chauffeur announces. minjeong lets out a little whine as she separates herself from the hug. “thank you,” she clears her throat, “i will inform you when to pick us up.”

your wife exits the car gracefully, unable to resist running to the other side where you were seated to open the door.

“charming,” you remark. minjeong has a hand out to steady you, a goofy smile on her face, “anything for my wife.”

you smile back and accept her hand. your jaw nearly drops at the sight. a stunning, white stoned mansion. small engravings of gold studded into the pillars on the patio. outside, the house was surrounded by neat and carefully trimmed hedges. the driveway was crowded, luxury vehicles dropping off their clients, who were decked in even more luxurious outfits. minjeong tugs at your hand. your eyes follow her movement.

“is it pretty?” she asks. you nod meekly, slightly intimidated by the grandeur of the mansion. you couldn’t believe someone would even hold a company banquet here. if it were you, you wouldn’t even allow anyone other than family and friends to enter such a home.

“do you like it more than the penthouse?” your wife asks again. your eyes widen, “no, i would feel really lonely in such a big house.”

minjeong nods, “but you have me. why would you ever feel lonely?” your heart melts.

“on business trips, honey. but i like our house more, feels more cosy and like home.”

she brightens up at the answer. you can’t help but giggle at her cuteness.

“if you said you liked it more, i would have bought it for you,” minjeong says offhandedly. you wonder if it’s possible to fall in love twice.

a security guard greets you at the entrance. while you admire the intricate detailing in the doorframe, minjeong converses with the guard.

“mrs kim minjeong and mrs kim y/n,” the guard repeats, looking up from his clipboard, “you may enter.”

minjeong leads you into the main hall. awestruck, you gape at the soaring ceilings and marble floors. a glimmering chandelier hangs from the ceiling, shining brightly. your eyes wander around, amazed at the sweeping staircase, adorned with ornate mouldings. the room is filled with crowds of people, murmurs bouncing off the walls. at every corner, a table, wrapped with white cloth, holds refreshments.

“kim mindoong,” a hand twirls you and minjeong around. yu jimin stands behind, grinning as she sips from a wine glass.

“jimin unnie,” you greet, smiling widely. the woman was wearing a beautiful black dress, frills of sheer black cloth embellished around the fabric. her sleek hair was tied up into a bun, accentuating her sharp jawline.

“y/nnie! you look amazing,” jimin gasps, eyes roaming down your figure. minjeong’s grasp tightens around yours.

your wife shields you playfully, “don’t look at my wife like that.”

jimin rolls her eyes, “i’m just admiring. is it illegal to look at people now? anyway, i heard aeri will be here too.”

minjeong scoffs, “dressed up nicer for her?” you laugh, thinking about jimin’s crush on your mutual friend. the mentioned girl only smiles wider, “why? do you think she’ll like it?”

“you do know she still thinks you’re with jaewook, right?” minjeong asks, “don’t you think she’ll be put off by you?”

you think back to a past conversation. minjeong had told you about jimin’s ex, or rather ex-situationship. honestly, you had no idea if jimin was purely straight or she just liked aeri. you thank god every day that you didn’t have to go through drama to be with someone you loved.

“ugh, i forgot about that. whatever, i’ll just have to show aeri what she’s missing out on,” jimin winks as she twirls away.

minjeong stands rooted to the ground for a few seconds, sighing, “i can’t believe her.” as you and minjeong venture further into the room, minjeong says, “if i were aeri, i would literally rip jimin’s head off the moment she told us she was seeing jaewook.”

“really? why?” you ask curiously.

your wife laughs, “why would i want to see the person i liked being with someone else? that’s lunacy.”

you nod in agreement, eyes drifting to minjeong’s side profile. your brain already starting to imagine such a scenario; minjeong being jealous. you could visualise her furrowed brow and the purse of her lips. she would look extra attractive when mad. this, you couldn’t deny.

“what are you thinking about?” minjeong’s soft voice floats into your ears. her face is positioned above your shoulders, staring at you with a curious gaze. you shrug, “i’m thinking about you.”

“cute,” minjeong smiles, “i need to go talk to hanbin about branching out into china, wait here for me?” a waiter swerves by, you reach out to grasp a glass of champagne. “of course, go be a ceo.”

minjeong grins at you one final time, and she disappears beneath the hoard of people. you sigh, taking small sips of the champagne. from the corner of your eye, you could spot jimin and aeri conversing. they were in a deep, heated conversation, borderline argument. soon after, they both slipped away from your gaze. you don’t bother looking for them. most likely, jimin would be grovelling while aeri watches.

at the other side of the party, you make out yizhuo’s figure, clinging onto the arm of a woman you don’t recognise. yizhuo was dragging the woman around, probably introducing her to numerous investors and executives. as you watch yizhuo and her guest, a figure shows up next to you.

he clears his throat.

your eyes flicker to meet his.

“hello,” you say slowly. you don’t recognise him either.

the stranger, fitted in a tailored suit, smiles, “hello, why are you standing off in a corner? not interested in talking to the big guys?”

you raise an eyebrow.

“no, not very.”

he flashes an even wider smile. your eyes drift to his hair, black, gleaming, probably run through with heavy amounts of gel.

“i’ve never seen you before,” he notes, “is this your first time attending such a banquet?”

“yes, it’s my first time.”

“i’m sim jaeyun, but call me jake,” he thrust out his hand. you grip his hand in a firm shake, “i’m kim y/n.”

jake’s eyes widened, “kim? are you part of kim minjeong’s family?”

you smile, thinking about your wife, “you could say that.” jake looks blown away, you wonder about the power your wife has.

“she’s kind of a big deal, ceo and all.”

“i’m aware of that.”

“how are you related? have you met her? are you guys close?” he rambles. you're slightly taken aback by the number of questions he throws at you. overwhelmed, you just stare at him.

slowly, he regains himself, coughing into his hand while fixing his hair, “sorry. i shouldn’t have… that was rude of me, but she’s extremely private about her life. i was shocked that a family member of hers would show up here.”

“it’s all right.”

“ah, to make up for my haste,” jake smiled bashfully, “could i offer you dinner?” you halt, gears turning in your head as you make out what jake is implying.

“no, actually i’m already here with someone.”

“i can’t charm you away for a few hours? surely they won’t miss your presence too much seeing as they left you here alone.”

you force a smile, irritated and through gritted teeth, you reply, “i said no.”

“really? who’s the person that brought you here? i’ll just let them know that you’ll be coming with me.”

a hand slithers around your waist, you lean into the familiar touch.

a sweet, honey-toned voice says, “good evening, mr sim. i’m glad you have met my wife, y/n.”

honestly, if it weren’t for the pity you felt for jake, you might have bursted out laughing at his reaction. yet, the humiliation of having hit on a taken woman seems to overwhelm him.

“your wife,” jake repeats.

“i’m afraid she will not be going to dinner with you, as she will be going home with me,” minjeong sighs, rather apologetically. you know this is all a facade. minjeong was just acting.

jake blushes, “i’m sorry, i didn’t know she was already taken.”

minjeong just smiles.

“have a good evening, mr sim,” she waves goodbye, dragging you away from the corner she left you in. her firm grip on your wrist doesn’t deter you from feeling relieved. fear bubbles slowly in your stomach at what minjeong might say. she pulls you outside, eyes narrowed and lips pursed, just as you imagined.

“y/nnie,” minjeong turns to look at you and god, the girl is pouting with full-on puppy eyes, “you let him flirt with you.”

fuck, why was she so cute? all your fear disapparates instantly.

“mindoongie, i wasn’t flirting with him,” you extend your hand to squeeze at her cheeks, “and why are you being so cute? you know i like you the most, right?”

“you didn’t reject him.”

“i was trying to be nice! what if he was a potential business partner for you?” you try reasoning with her.

“i don’t deal business with jerks who go after taken women, and especially not my woman.” minjeong’s jealousy and possessiveness was kind of attractive, you couldn’t lie.

you roll your eyes playfully, “it was just a possibility, and i didn’t do anything to encourage his behaviour.”

minjeong’s pout only worsens, “but you weren’t rejecting him.” you can barely hear what she says, her cheeks being squashed beneath your palms.

“i did reject him, minjeong. he was just insistent,” you explain, “he asked if i was related to you.”

just remembering jake’s surprised face makes you chuckle. minjeong arches an eyebrow, “related to me?”

“am i not your wife, mrs kim?” you pinch her cheek. minjeong winces, grasping your wrist again, “a-ah, yes you are!”

you let go, smiling cheekily at the red mark of your fingers left behind.

“baby, it hurts,” minjeong whines. your first instinct is to lean in, pressing a soft kiss onto the reddened skin. your lips touch her cheek in a feather like movement, softly and slowly, your lipstick covers the previous mark. minjeong stares at you, eyes blown open and a hand cradling her cheek. you pull back, admiring the way her skin flushes again, like wine spilling into her veins.

minjeong is the prettiest this way. all flustered and vulnerable, just for you.

“you’re so cute, mindoongie,” you blurt out. it’s crazy the way your wife has changed; from the brooding, gloomy ceo to the silly and affectionate puppy she is now.

“y/n, it hurts here too,” minjeong pouts, pushing out her lips. you swat at her shoulder, well aware of what she’s trying to imply. “stop it, stupid.”

“but it really hurts!” minjeong’s a second away from stomping her foot and throwing a tantrum. you gaze lovingly at your wife. her eyelashes flutter, big, brown eyes begging for a kiss.

you can’t resist leaving a quick peck on her lips. minjeong sighs happily, pulling you closer.

“only i can have you like this,” she says, more to herself than you.

nodding, you caress her cheek, wiping away the lipstick mark left there. your other hand tugs at her blazer. minjeong leaves slow kisses on your face, from your forehead down to your jawline. you let minjeong have her fun, occasionally letting out sighs and teasing remarks. minjeong just ignores you and continues.

seemingly finished, minjeong rests her head on your shoulder, nuzzling the crook of your neck.

“i love you, kim y/n.”

being married to kim minjeong was great, you would say.

“i love you too, kim minjeong.”

#aespa #aespa x reader #kim minjeong x reader #minjeong x reader #winter x reader #aespa minjeong #aespa winter

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murdrdocs · 1 month ago

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roommate aus are always on the mind and now im thinking abt roommate carmen berzatto. someone at the bear (tina, fak, richie, sydney, so many options) go and visits carmy at his apartment that he has yet to fully move into. the maze of half-opened boxes isn't even what disturbs carmy's guest, its the sheer dissatisfaction of a place that the apartment is in general. it's rundown, the living quarters of someone struggling, which carmy certainly is not (well, not for the most part).

"you deserve someplace better," is what they tell him, and carmy might not believe that he deserves someplace nicer, he's still up for a change of scenery. his therapist thinks it would be good for him. so carmy is looking at places on his laptop, jittery and scarred hands clicking on place after place, blue eyes flicking across the screen and reading details.

resort style pool, private conference rooms on each floor, located in a prominent area....

buzzword after buzzword that catches carmy's attention. but then the price tag motivates him to click out of the website and try again.

he does go tour a few places, but nothing is up to par. the kitchen is too small or the appliances are too faulty, and if this isn't an issue then the price is. chicago is expensive, especially to stay in a somewhat close location to the bear which happens to be a priority for carmy now.

he starts to give up and begins to resign himself to living where he is now for the foreseeable future. until a recommendation comes.

"i have a friend in one of those upscale apartments who needs a roommate. if that's what you're interested in."

and carmy really isn't all that interested. at least he doesn't think he is. but then he's sending a text message after rereading it once, twice, and thrice just to be sure. first impressions and all.

he meets you over coffee and accepts your invitation to come back and see the place. clean, good location, very nice appliances, and a big room for carmy.

there is no reason for carmy to have a roommate, he reasons this with himself late at night when sleep evades him as it typically does. but he likes you, something inside of him is drawn to your energy, and he suddenly craves companionship in its most innocent form.

so he accepts your offer and you help him move into your place. and things are good and innocent for a while.

it takes a minute for the two of you to get your schedules acclimated. you work normal hours and rarely bring your work home with you, but when you do you're sitting at the kitchen island on your computer late at night when carmy comes home from the bear. off days are spent barely seeing each other, carmy choosing to sleep until he needs to go run some sort of errand and you half knocked out on the couch with some show playing in the back.

but the two of you get used to having another person in your home eventually. you become friends, relatively close, and its then that carmy realizes he really likes you. well, he doesn't realize it until a pretty girl at the grocery store shows interest in him and carmy immediately starts comparing her to you.

her smile isn't as kind and effortless as yours. her perfume doesn't make his heart rate spike like yours does. he didn't feel that intense internal buzzing when she first looked at him like he did with you.

of fucking course he's fallen for his roommate. and maybe he should do something about it, but that's not the carmen berzatto way.

the carmen berzatto way entails ignoring it until he physically cannot anymore. and that's exactly what carmy intends to do!

#not proofreading this any errors are actually not real #carmysworld!#carmy berzatto x reader #wrote this just to remind myself that i can write btw

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crazy-ache · 4 months ago

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ACOTAR 5 and the matter of urgency

Urgency. Urgency drives plot forward and provides stories with momentum. Without urgency, stories have no stakes and lack intrigue to the reader. It drives characters to act, it makes events unfold, and it builds conflict. SJM has weaved several instances of urgency into ACOSF that signal to us what is important NEXT and what needs to be deal with now—meaning it cannot wait.

Urgency that signifies Elucien’s book is next:

Lucien being stationed in Spring / Elain’s consistent references to being “made for Spring” -> Lucien is in Spring now while serving the Night Court’s demands.

Koschei says, “Tell my Vassa I’m waiting.” -> This is essentially a reminder of Vassa being bound to Koschei’s curse and her time that Papa Archeron negotiated for her is running out.

“He should have asked someone before coming here how much time remained before Vassa would be forced to return to the continent—to the sorcerer-lord at a remote lake who held her leash.”

“I can delay my father from allying with Briallyn and starting this war for a little while. But not forever. A few months, perhaps.”

“You will need Tamlin as an ally before the dust has settled. Tread carefully.” -> Tamlin will return to the narrative in some form and he will be needed.

“With a new war possible and Briallyn up to her bullshit with Koschei, we need a strong ally. We need the Spring Court’s forces.”

“And though he roams these lands, he does not see or care for the neglect he passes, the lawlessness, the vulnerability. Even his manor has fallen into disrepair, half-eaten by thorns, though rumors fly that he himself destroyed it.” / “You’ve been trying to bring Tamlin back for a while. But he isn’t getting better, is he?” -> How much longer can Spring/Tamlin lay in destruction before we resolve and save the court? Especially now that Lucien is there? And Elain has been hinted towards being involved in it?

“My father is furious that his ally is dead, but he’s not deterred. Koschei remains in play, and Beron might very well be stupid enough to establish an alliance with him, too. I hope that whatever Morrigan is doing in Vallahan will counteract the damage my father will unleash.” -> This tells us that Beron is a ticking bomb ready to go off any second in alliance with Koschei.

“Lucien stared out the window—as if he could see the lake across a sea and a continent. As if he were setting his target.” -> Setting your target indicates you will be taking a shot soon.

“My father went to the continent again last week. He came back seeming normal, without the glassy-eyed aloofness my soldiers displayed. He did not invite me to accompany him, or explain what he discussed with Briallyn. I can only assume the fallout is approaching, though, and wanted to warn you. It was not something I could risk putting in writing. But for now … for now, it seems as if the world is holding its breath.” -> Could she be anymore clear? This shit is urgent.

“Maybe you’ll become interesting at last, Elain.” -> Is she really going to sit around and do nothing for another book? After she tried to help with the troves / fought with Nesta about being caged to their expectations but was denied?

Examples that indicate a LACK of urgency for a Gwynriel book:

Gwyn laughed hoarsely. “The Illyrians are going to be furious about our winning, you know. Especially because I have no intention of being called Carynthian. I’m content with being a Valkyrie.” “Oh, they’ll be in hysterics for decades,” Emerie agreed, grinning.

“Are there truly no female fighting units amongst the Illyrians?” She hadn’t seen any during the war. His smile faded. “We tried once and it failed spectacularly. So, no. There aren’t.” “Because Illyrians are backward and horrible.” He winced. “Have you been talking to Az?” “Just my observations.” He untied his hair, the thick, straight locks falling around his face. “The Illyrians … I told you. Progress is slow. It’s an ongoing goal of ours—me and Rhys, I mean.” -> They are not in a rush to fix this.

“So they would keep training, until they were all well and truly Valkyries. Gwyn, despite the Rite, had returned to living in the library.” -> There is no deadline, no time sensitive need, no urgent call for them to hurry and train or for Gwyn to leave just yet.

“But you and yours have more important things to think about than ancient history.” -> This is Eris referencing Mor but I do think its also SJM speaking to us directly about “ancient history” like Ramiel as he then proceeds to tell the characters to focus on BERON.

“Unsurprisingly, the Illyrians were never curious enough to see what secrets lie beneath Ramiel.” -> Again, not a current, pressing issue in the narrative.

The highlighted red words indicate actual, factual evidence of urgency. Plot points that emphasize: need, time, importance. Over and over Elucien plot points demonstrate what the story NEEDS or the consequences they will suffer (Beron/Koschei). These plots are TIME SENSITIVE. They cannot wait in suspense for another book or there would have been no point in incorporating all of this urgency. Big thank you to @acourtofthought who has discussed these points with me so many times and how important urgency is when theorizing what is next.

But the Gwynriel points in blue showcase a lack of urgency. Nothing that needs to be resolved NOW, especially in comparison to all of the plot points surrounding Beron, Koschei, and Spring which are ticking bombs waiting to go off, as repeatedly shown in the SF narrative. IF those points had been urgent, she would have written the threat of the Illyrians being angry to be taken much more seriously and much more urgently. Much of what was resolved for Gwyn/the Illyrians/Ramiel plot points can wait until later.

Urgency will drive a plot forward. That is why I believe Elucien is next.

#elucien #pro elucien #acotar 5 theory

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on1knee4marksmen · 1 month ago

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Gala Glamour

Patch x fem! reader drabble

Quick little drabble because I saw this post and I burst out laughing

I fear this cannot be read as platonic💔 (but knowing myself I'll probably write a platonic fic with the gala experience in the future)

Reader being madly in love and thirsting as a whole lol. Just a tad bit suggestive (?) but it's for the giggles, nothing serious!! So sfw :)

Fem presenting reader

Envisioning Marvel Rivals Logan, specifically his Patch skin >:)

Tonight is the night. The one night a year where you get to fully immerse yourself and stop worrying. Fully take in the flashing lights, the official, fancy setting you seldom get to enjoy. To try to grow used to the cameras, the many people. To see old friends and form new connections. To eat and drink, dance and laugh. To have a good time.

The Hellfire Gala.

Now, usually, you weren't ecstatic about big social events - you'd much rather go somewhere with a small group of friends. But today? Oh, today, you were practically vibrating with excitement.

You didn't get to doll yourself up much anymore - with the constant missions you were on, plus the eventual "babysitting" of the students, you didn't have much time for yourself. Hence why you were going all out for tonight.

...Hence why you were running a liiiitle late.

Your couldn't help it - from an everything shower, to consultations with Storm about jewelry that goes with your dress, to doing heatless curls, to makeup, to packing a bag - you got caught up a bit. And you were still at the makeup part...

...You were still at the makeup part when you felt your phone buzz beside you on the table. When you looked down, you saw something that didn't happen often - Logan was texting you.

Now, Logan didn't really... well, go hand-to-hand with new technology. So you were more used to him calling you.

...But you were for sure intrigued when you saw the notification:

- New messages (2): -----------------------

Lo<3

where ya at with the prep darlin?? you ready soon?

1 attachment "which bowtie matches your dress better"

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Awww,he was purposefully matching his bowtie with your dress?? You might've just fallen even deeper in love with him at that very moment. With a warmth in your chest and a smile on your face, you hit the notification to see the attachment - presumably a picture of said bowties.

...

It was not a picture of only the bowties.

What you saw when you opened the attachment made your heart stop beating and your jaw drop. Logan. Your Logan. The same Logan that owns one pair of jeans and a thousand different wife pleasers and flannels. In a suit.

A mirror pic of your man in a white suit, looking like it was made for him with the way it defines his body and features, with black dress pants, with his hair tidied and slicked back just a little, yet keeping its iconic shape and kind of scruffy vibe. With one eye covered with an eye patch, the other looking down at his reflection in a focused, almost intense way, - that makes you bite your lip - with one hand holding the phone horizontally, in an awkward position, trying to catch everything in the photo, and with the other hand holding two bowties up to his neck. Both in shades of the colour of your dress?

...

And you're expected to react civilly to that??

You don't realise how much time you've taken to just... stare and gawk in awe at that one singular picture, until you see a new message pop up:

Lo<3: darlin?

Next thing you know, you've forgotten any makeup brush and any contour that needs fixing - you're hastily grabbing your phone to text back:

You: Hold on hun, I'm almost there

Lo<3 is typing...

You: And I don't mean at your doorstep ;)

#firm believer that Logan has no idea what capitals and comas are when texting #wolverine #logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #x men #wolverine x reader #marvel rivals #marvel #marvel rivals wolverine #marvel rivals wolverine x reader #patch wolverine #patch wolverine x reader #this was so fun to write #check original post bc I died laughing #x men comics #comic wolverine

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ushiko · 3 months ago

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shapeshifter

track four: shapeshifter

synopsis: this relationship is crumbling under you because katsuki can't make up his mind

word count: 1.6k

A/n: not proofread and was part of project that I was working on since 2022 and never finished

If pictures could be shown in the dictionary, Bakugo Katsuki would be the picture for honesty. It rolled off his tongue seamlessly without thinking of the repercussions that could come from such a slip of the tongue. But he didn’t care what anyone thought of him or what he said to them. He had bigger things to care about and people’s lives to save. He used to care deeply about your opinion of him and would only let honesty breach his mouth in a sarcastic, loving way towards you.

However, as things always change, the tone became to real and less loving. They made small tears in your heart as his honesty breached the line of mean and utter confusion as each word would contradict the other. One day, it looked like he was hopelessly still in love with you as he whispered sweet nothing in your ear as you lay in piles of sweat and love seeping into your skin. The next day, he would speak like you were poison on his heart and the only way to get rid of you was to spew hate your way and make you crumble to a puddle of nothing.

Those days were the hardest as you believed that things were headed in the right direction till, he began to ignore your calls and then did anything to avoid coming home. The excuse was that he just needed the space to think or that work as keeping him later than he expected even though Kirishima would invite you that same night to get drinks since work as slow. Everything that used to work to get Bakugo to open up has fallen through and only made him push you further away. The sand castle that you built and spent years building was starting to crumble in your hands with the pile of sand getting higher and higher.

Your heart ached at the thought of even possibly leaving Bakugo, but it felt inevitable with the same his mouth constantly made you feel like a seesaw on the playground. Except there is no cheerful laughs or smiles of enjoyment on the ride. All there are tears of an endless stream waiting for the ride to be over and the constant sickness of going back and forth. Even when it looked, he was on the other side to make it stop, he would hop off and leave you stranded to keep the see-saw going back up and down. Finally, the ride stopped when you planted your feet on the floor and wiped the tears away. Your heart could no longer take it and the tears he left has created a large hole that could only be healed slowly over time without him.

“Kats, just tell me what is going on? I am just trying to help you,” You desperately yell out into the empty air as the blonde stood in front of you. He was so close, barely an arm’s length away but he still felt miles and miles away.

He curses and rolls his eyes so hard that you thought that he might have gotten stuck in his head. His ruby eyes eventually met your own and another crack in the sand castle fell as it was nastiest glare that was directed towards you. He only used to look at you with complete adoration in his eyes. The depths of them used to hold so much love and hope but now they held something so dark that it was hard to look away from. It held the darkness of his unbottled and unknown hatred for you.

“It’s nothing, just leave it! God you never know when to stop,” he grumbles.

His feet pound on the floor with a war path towards your shared bedroom. This is the breaking point. The moment when the sand castle finally collapses, the see-saw finally comes to a stop and when the hole in your heart bleeds so much it feels like it will never stop. It is seeping into your arms and legs as they go numb to the feeling. His hate has seeped into your soul as has taken over your heart and head. There is no more love in this home. You cannot really call this home anymore; it hasn’t been home for a long time.

Slamming the door behind him makes your body jolt from the wood biting the frame causing a couple pieces of it to crumble to the ground. The iciness of the home felt higher than ever as you laid on the couch, but anything was warmer than the cold shelter of the former warm haven that used to hold your love. Yes, anything was warmer than that.

“I believe in you, love. I am right here!” Katsuki screams with all the enthusiasm that he can muster while you stand above a high rock that you need to go down from. You look over the ledge to see warm ruby eyes looking up at you with all the hope and love rimming his irises. The arms he had spread out wide looked like the safest place in the world to be held and loved for centuries.

“I promise nothing will hurt you! I am right here; I always will be!” With those words slipping past his words so easily, no one would think he was not telling the truth. You take a leap of faith by jumping into his arms. Who knew that the promise made would be broken by the person who made it.

The next night, the bags sat snuggly next to your calf as you waited for him to wake up and make his short walk to the kitchen for his morning coffee. Your ears pick up the door knob slowly opening as his feet make softer steps towards where you sat on the couch. He slowly notices you on the couch and then his eyes shift over to the bags sitting next to you. His face barely makes a move as he slowly registers the bags are yours and appears that they have been packed up for weeks. He sighs, rubbing the rough skin on the back of his neck.

“I am sorry about last night. I have been stressed at work lately and I should not have let that out on you,” he states with his feet making small steps towards where you sit.

Your hands sit idly in your lap as your eyes watch his every move till, he sat in the chair in front of you. The words slipped so easily from his mouth, but nothing matched. He truly did not mean the words he said anymore, he just said it because he knew that is what you would want to hear. Not anymore, the see-saw ride had ended long ago.

You shake your head, “I don’t believe you.”

You hear his breath stutter as he stares widely at you. Your gaze with strong on his as you refused to back down now. There was nothing left for you to do but to leave.

“I’m leaving, Bakugo, permanently. This will be your home now. Please do not contact me or look for me.”

You watch as his eyes get wider, and his mouth slightly drops into a frown with a furrow between his brows. Your instinct would be to rub that furrow away but not anymore, it is your own worry now.

“What…what? No, no, no, where are you going? What do you mean you are leaving?” he sputters out as he shoots us from the chair. You stand tall and grab the bag beside you and head towards the door. You take a small step back when he takes a step in front of you before you can get your hand on the door. The aura in his eyes shift as he watches your feet shift away from him. They never used to do that.

“It is none of your concern of where I am heading, Bakugo. I am leaving because I cannot take it anymore. We are not meant to be in this anymore. It will just tear us apart; it already has.”

He stays silent for a moment before the burst of anger shoots through him.

“I am not Bakugo to you. I am Katsuki! Whatever we are struggling with right now we can work through it like we always do,” he distraughtly yells out into the quiet house.

You shake your head, “I am tired, Bakugo. I am sick of waiting for you to decide what you want. The sun has set on us and all those promises you made to me are gone and broken. I will always love you, but I know you do not love me anymore. You are constantly shifting on what you want in this relationship, one day you want me and the next you hate me. I cannot take it anymore.”

The tears began to fall down your cheeks as you watched his façade fade and crack with desperation setting in. You shoulder your way past him to the door as you try to quickly get away from the world that has left you nothing but a shell of who you used to be. You step out of the house with Bakugo hot on your trail constantly spewing out words that you have heard a thousand times before. The sun was beginning to rise from the night as you drove away from the home that used to be your warm home and sanctuary but is now a bitter memory of what it used to be. Tears pour down your face as the sun touches your skin and the skin begins to shapeshift into a warmth you have not felt in months. It feels nice.

#♥︎ taywrites #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki

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rookiesbookies · 2 years ago

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mischievous COD ideas😈

Heavily pregnant reader knowing that her hubby doesn’t want to be rough in the slightest with her due to her pregnancy and refrains from punishing her, so she abuses that fully to be a brat

To my sweet sweet brat reader, Im sorry if this is not all you hoped as I am a resident good girl. The one time I was a brat I got degraded (“such a good bitch”) and cried. I hope I do a good job portraying the relationships, if I dont let me know and I will edit it or rewrite sections that dont fit. You also didn’t specify so imma write for my usual set of lovelies. (Im also added Krueger because I’ve recently fallen in love with him a lil bit and he kinda fits thi)

The boys with pregnant brat wife

Price

This man is too worried about helping you get your shoes on. “You’re pregnant, isn’t not being able to see your feet punishment enough?” He’s not going to do much other than pinching you. Whether it’s your ass or your arm, and they’re hard “i had to discipline Soap subtly and im a dad” pinches. He’ll also use pressure points. Give the back of your arm the good pinch and twist. He’s just trying not to take it personally.

Soap

He’s googled what positions he can put you in. He’s googled if its safe for the baby. He has googled what he can and cannot do. He has spoke with your doctors about it, as embarrassing as that phone call was. And for certain punishments, its a long game. Like holding your ice cream you crave hostage until you learn. If he can’t make it sexual, he’ll find other ways.

Ghost

Like Price, he’s also using pressure points. Not the ones that knock you out but the ones that feel weird or make you got “ow”. Cannot get hard and it’s not because you’re not hot its bc he literally gets more flaccid than a limp noodle at the thought of possibly hurting that baby. He’s also very good at holding grudges and every time you brat out and walk all over him, he’s making a note on his phone for later.

Konig

Oh but he just got you to whine and cry you admit you want his cock. He knew eventually he could wait out your little game. “You acted out and now you must wait until I want to give it to you. You ask so nicely though, keep trying. I like when you beg.” He’s so mean, he’d make you wait until after you gave birth and however many times you acted out is how many weeks (or months depending on how he’s feeling) after you have to wait to get any pleasure from him.

Keegan

your toys aren’t doing it for you anymore? Nope. He’ll keep fluttering his fingers over you figure and let you use that tiny dildo he got you that cant even stretch you like he can. That’s all you get. His hands wont even go lower than your waist. They wont even touch close to your nipples. This is real torture. Every orgasm is so unfulfilling. I feel bad for you really. Hope this teaches you.

Gaz

He’s a doormat anyway. I don’t see him punishing anyone. He’s too much of a gentleman. I do believe he’d pull orgasm after orgasm out of you casually when you act up with his hands. Never giving you his dick as much as you beg. Pleading, crying for it, he wont budge. No you can deal with the consequences of your actions while he sits here and watches this movie. “Why aren’t you watching, love? You picked the movie. No, no, stop your whining, just sit and watch.”

Krueger

Sebastian doesn’t care. He’ll find other ways. Like right now you’re legs spread and hands flat against the wall as he spanks your ass, every time he does you have to say thank you and apologize for snapping at him. He knows you’re hormonal, but he’s going to make you apologize. Oh and he’s kissing away those tears and asking you if you understand what you do wrong while running you a nice bath and all the rubs and lotion for your poor butt.

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

#cod x reader #call of duty #captain price #john price #konig call of duty #konig x reader #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz x reader #simon riley x you #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mactavish #keegan russ x reader #keegan p russ #cod krueger #krueger x reader #sebastian krueger

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krewekreep · 4 months ago

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Help Me Create Perfection Part 2

Part 1: Prelude + Plot

Tags: Evil Scientist AU, Reseacher!Reader, Mad Scientist!Sukuna, dubcon, enemies to... (have fun), boss/subordinate dynamic, God complex, Yandare realness, Breeding Kink Sukuna wants to defeat life itself...it's Sukuna, kinda expect the worst.

Summary: 2.6K words. Ryomen Sukuna is on a quest to become God. What happens when his most prized researcher keeps messing up his experiment?

Author's Note: Kinda Proofread, always editing. (Took way too long, sorry 😭) ((Also no word count, it’s super long.))

“Y/N,” Ryomen forces you to face him again. How annoying it is your tears are falling all over his hand and arm. How beneath you it is to cry and allow someone to affect you so much. He’ll have to be sure to teach you better than that. “What does my creation need?” You’re gonna tell him one way or the other. You have no choice now, and the darting of your eyes—obviously trying to think of something, made Ryomen enraged. Is the idea of him that repulsive? Are you really someone so prideful to deny yourself the privileges of his association? Any other woman would’ve done anything to be in his bed—plenty do. Do you think you really are that special? How lucky you are he simply needs to use you for a much grander goal.

“What does…our child need?” He can’t wait for you anymore. It’s decided, had been long before he snatched you away. “It,” you spat but before getting any farther in your denouncement he grabs you by the hair pulling your head back. A warning to refer to your child with proper acknowledgment. “He…he needs parents Ryomen.” You’re a breathless and dazed mess from the sheer weight of the confrontation at hand. He pulls you to face him—his expression a blazing mysterious scowl. “Everyone, get out.” His assistants are stunned and look between each other and Lu, poor baby, might have had his eyes on you the whole time but can’t bring himself to come between the two of you. And he hopes you can forgive him. Which won’t matter given he’ll never see you again. No one will. “I said…get out.” Ryomen never shouts. He never has to as when the baritone of his bravado drops to an eerie growl, it is a deep primal assertion to do whatever he wants. And everyone follows suit. They all quickly leave, Lu essentially escorted out by the assistants who could only pathetically push him towards the exit. His apology was all over his face and if you could you’d tell him there’s nothing he could do. Because there is nothing he can do. The doors slam and flutter until settling close, a deafening silence sealing your fate.

“Now tell me,” you’re still against the wall, lab coat fallen from your shoulders as your hands brace against the cold lab. Your legs are failing you and buckle leaving you at the mercy of the strength of his very harsh grip. Ryomen has a physique indicative of a psycho. Someone absolutely obsessed with perfection. His 6’5 frame seeming silly in a lab coat. How he bulges out of all his clothing seemingly testing on himself too. Atleast that was the rumors. How you would cough and look away catching yourself staring at the rise and fall of his huge pecs as he barked commands. How disgusting you felt feeling stimulated when your hands touched or when he gave only you praise for a positive update. Ryomen knew you wanted more too. Just too cowardly to get it. “Tell me your observations Doctor. I imagine you have a number of invaluable insights.” He huffs against your lips, fighting what little he has to not simply have at you right now.

“Mahoraga is too ambitious. You are not the first and will not be the last man attempting to create life in his image. Your image is blemished, bruised—and so therefore he cannot be better than what he comes from.” Something in you while afraid feels…free. Free enough to be honest and clear. Ryomen is abhorrent but…he’s not trying to hurt you right now. Not anymore than he already has, he wants your opinion. He needs it. “So what do you think, with your expertise, is what I know to be what he needs?” He leans closing in on your ear. Your cheeks touching feeling his radiating annoyance against your stiffened neck. It causes the both of you to quake with goosebumps. “Do you finally understand what I’ve been wanting of you?” This is the softest he’s ever sounded. He’s contemplative but frustrated. He settles even closer to you, his immense bulge twitching against your stomach. You sigh heavily knowing of course you knew what he wanted, he just didn’t deserve to get it. He is too nasty and evil and expectant. He’s a child that can’t be told no. And you refused to give in to the type of man you could never respect. He might be powerful, but not all powerful and refused to be scared to death of him.

“Whatever you want. You will not have.” He releases you leaning away. “What did you say?” He can’t help the maniacal surprise you elicit. His eyes almost twitch and his fangs bare because he will possess you even if you leave out of the room between his teeth…you could be nothing more than an experiment to him. He is trying to see you as an equal, stop fighting him. “This is not a discussion, Y/N.” He snatches you easily by the wrist pulling you to him. You crash into his chest and look into eyes that damn near blaze red. “I have chosen you to ascend with me.” His eyes soften again, you realize Ryomen is beyond mad, beyond evil. He’s absolutely fucking crazy. “Why don’t you want to ascend with me? Adam and Eve were nothing but pawns. Nothing but new limbs without any sense of self. We, are the next evolution Y/N…we are the next generation.” His grip doesn’t loosen but his eyes are so sullen. This is the sweetest he’s ever been, how he is looking at you as an equal. How he always did. Is this just someone who has been alone and misunderstood? He doesn’t really want to do this? He’s just…troubled. Maybe he just needs someone as smart as him to make him understand his goals are just overcompensation. Maybe you can fix him.

“Ryomen, please. This isn’t the way. You do not have to go this far. You’ve created organs from nothing. Your the name everyone wants to be attached to…including me. I didn’t know that someone I had admired and looked up to had only created good in the world by accident.” The tears fall again. “Working with you to cure diseases, innovate health sciences all over the word, all to realize it’s because you’re a sick person with even sicker aspirations. People look up to you! If only the rest of the world even knew five percent of the bullshit we do here…we all deserve to die. We do not deserve to play God, Ryomen. We don’t.” You collapse in his arms. The work stress, the failure of your dreams, the dredge of life, the mind bending philosophical madness of the entire situation…you couldn’t tough it out anymore. Ryomen holds you as you weep into his arms. How annoying this all is. If you could just put the emotions aside for the bigger picture. If you could realize the point of stupid people are for smart people to live better than them. How short sighted you are…if everyone is of his image they’ll never be another disease to cure. How he seriously needs you to put the emotions away to fully become the best you possible. The you he knows he can help you to become. If only he could distract you of this overly emotional mother complex of yours. How perfect this would be for later, when you’d be a mother. The protectiveness, the concern—a proper mother of the world. You will be able to balance his iron fists…oh how perfect you are in every sense of the word

His cock is the most emotional though, and Ryomen has been fighting his urges far too long. You’re in his hands, in his grasp, albeit not the sexiest presentation but you’re here. He’s waited so long to break these barriers down and as the sick man he is he doesn’t quite care it comes at the cost of your mental health. He sees you coping through a breakdown, but needs you to break so he never has to hear you care about strangers again. He pulls you into him, placing his head on top of yours as he accepts your clawing into his shirt and crying your eyes out. What you think is a moment of getting through to him is simply him counting to thirty. You have thirty seconds to cry, and be comforted. He can admit he put a lot of pressure on you. He wanted you to get here. So the very least he could do in his victory is let you weep. He considers the way your nails dig into him, how he’s wanted to know how much strength is behind those always manicured hands. If you’re a biter or a sucker. He wants to know what you’re hiding that makes you so fixated on keeping up appearances. How once he’s seen the plushy shadow of your pussy lips when you bent to retrieve something, Ryomen veered his head from the other side of the room to soak up your mound hidden by black panties and black stockings. How’s he’s wanted to leave you a sullied mess in his office while he goes on with his work day.

“28, 29, 30.” He counted the last three aloud. You were too busy thinking maybe he wasn’t all that bad. Yet, your brain couldn’t recognize being lifted and laid down on your desk as swiftly as he did it. Ryomen was so big your thighs had no choice but to spread. Your knees almost flush to the desk as your scared pussy kisses his angry bulge through your clothes. You squeeze instinctively already emotionally overstimulated. Your mind wracking to accept or make sense of the position you are in. Ryomen might be a monster but he can admit it.

“It will hurt.” He leans over you, his full weight crushing as he holds you by the thighs. Your heart beats even faster because no matter your attempts he is fully overpowering you. “I don’t want it to…” he places a kiss to your temple. “I’m risking the results testing this while you’re under so much stress…so my new hypothesis is how the emotions in the midst of child rearing will impact their personality.” You cry more. “No, No, shhh…” Ryomen’s kindness makes you sick. His softness and affection confusing you. “Eh, I change my mind.” His demeanor switches back to cold and for a moment you think he’s lost all interest in you and this. If anything just some other poor woman will be his victim. But he’s not done. The bit of hope ripped out of you when he seats himself in your work chair, shirt buttons lost to the wrestling and his belt and pants unfastened.

“Open your legs, Y/N.” You refuse, only able to shake your head in protest. A thunderous rumble barrels out his chest as he barks. “Open your fucking legs you stupid slut.” You couldn’t help but cry at the verbal abuse, knowing you had no choice. You spread your legs weakly, trembling all over. Your pussy visible through your soaked cotton panties. How Ryomen’s mouth watered at the wetness coating your thighs. He knows the body can betray itself but you…how humiliating you must feel to be at his mercy. Someone you not only despise but once…admired. He wants to pull his cock out and make you watch him please himself to your tears. How beautiful you are, how superior you will be once he fucks all those tears out of you. How he will fuck some sense into you once and for all.

“Play with yourself Y/N.” A command just like any other. There’s no fight left in you. It’s easiest to obey and follow orders. You bring your uneasy hand to your core. Tears brimming as you close your eyes, unable to watch him enjoy this spectacle. How any sense of humanity is gone. How he looks starved, rabid, and wide eyed. You begin to rub yourself moaning against your better judgment. For what’s it’s worth the mild pleasure of this helps you not lose your sanity entirely. If you can just hold on long enough you can survive him. Just give him what he wants, he’ll leave you alone eventually. Play along, be eager. “Enjoy” yourself. Play on his depravity and get the first flight out of there the minute he lets you go. You begin to roll your hips, uncomfortable but needy for something. Your wetness coats your fingers and makes massaging yourself that much better. He watches you, studies you, and approves. How he learns from this you know yourself well, a proper woman. Your migraine is beating at the top of your skull, and you press harder on your clit for that numbing feeling. Ryomen can tell you aren’t doing this for him. It turns him on even more. How he knows your spitting in his face by refusing him the power to fully humiliate you. What you don’t know is the little respect he does have for you is your saving grace from his own tested form of annihilation. He’s the worst of the worst. He likes you fight him, for whatever reason. You aren’t weak, and his heart swells with pride at how well his selection was. He grips his crying cock with a hurtful tightness, he wants to fuck you until you pass out, slap you awake, and continue. Your immersed in finger fucking yourself having inserted two fingers and bucking against yourself like a mad woman. Fuck Ryomen, fuck this job, fuck your life. You needed to cum. You lock eyes with Ryomen for a moment almost embarrassed but you hold his gaze and keep at it. There’s no name to call, there’s no person to think about. And Ryomen is seething at you refusing him the delicious satisfaction of taking over you. What little humanity he has tells him he doesn’t need to hurt you. He shouldn’t hurt you. Yet, the man in front you snickers before throwing out: “Cum. I want you to cum. You're still going to get fucked.” He laughs at your hand stopping and your eyes opening wide. “Oh no, keep going. Now you have to see it through.” You bit into your lip, pussy throbbing and awaiting you as the cold lab air chills you back to reality. “Finish. Or do you want me to do it?” You both narrow your eyes at each other. True enemies. Regardless of being his subordinate. “No.”

“No what?” He questions amused.

“No to both.” You slip your hand away frustrated but determined. “That was enough Ryomen…” you can't even catch your breath, haphazardly wiping your sweaty face. “You get no more…” you look over at him who is seemingly bored. “No more you say?” Without a word he releases the behemoth in his pants. “I don't really get the final say…he does.” His cock was massive, eleven girthy, veiny inches. His tip was blushing red and leaking. His cock just wanted you to notice him. He's wanted your attention so long and could've had you for so long. How he's wanted to meet your cervix and kiss her hello. Ryomen is such a pretentious asshole. You could've been pregnant the second week you began working under him. He could've had Mahoraga completed and on battlefields by now…he could cause the world to end knowing he can happily return to the family he's coveted with you. He's a sick fuck who likes a sick fuck. He gets tired of lovers fast, he gets tired of sex. After time he could only cum if he thought of the surpreme being lying dormant in his body. How he conserved his ejaculation or lied. How he's physically repulsed by the idea of his seed being incubated by a weak vessel…

“Come,” he orders. “Sit in my lap.” You look over him. There's nowhere to run, no one to turn to, and for certain no way to report him. You can only plea a final time. “Ryomen please…why not the normal way? A date? A drunken night out…why like this?” For once he can say he has no words. No answer. Why didn't he just...talk to you? He had done it (albeit resentfully) every day he had to seem sociable at this god forsaken place. He could've manipulated you traditionally. Why the long game? Why flat out… this? He had no answer which angered him a bit. Who are you to challenge him in any way? Why has he allowed you still some sense of pride when you deserve to be choked by his cock. “Maybe I would've… understood or…accepted things if you just treated me like a person... But nobody is a person to you so…” you spread your legs and lean your head back looking up to the ceiling. He wanted you to accept him and you are...you just never said you would with a smile. “You plan to take me? Take me…but I'm not a plaything and I'm not going to entertain you any more than I already have...” Ryomen is stunned. The air sucked out of the room. His bloated and blinded ego called out to show itself. And it is nowhere to be found. He rises from the chair, debating now with no upper hand what he should do. He hasn't been unsure since an orphan child, how small you made him feel. Unwanted and undesirable and nothing more than a monster. But… his child won't be. They'll be a God. They have to…

It's sealed. Ryomen is shirtless, his slacks to his ankles. He thumbs over the tip of his cock, eyeing your pussy before reaching to rub you vigorously. You moan at the contact, futiling pushing him away. He's eerily silent, keeping an analytical gaze all over your body. He's calculating and theorizing and trying to not lose his composure. Not much to lose for him but only he knows the brutality he locks far in the recesses of his mind. How he cums his hardest from cruelty… he knows how genuine your despair would be and for what it's worth that's not a good time for him. You just need to accept being Queen, Mother, and all bearer of the next generation. Whether through science and test tubes or the oldest human activity—he will conquer new lands and create new people with your help.

He pumps himself and without a word he edges his tip against your puckering hole. Your pussy closing even tighter. You won't give in easy and your body disagrees with his presence even more. You pray he has some sense of humanity, enough to not take you carelessly. And, he comforts that fear by slipping a finger into his mouth coating it before gliding the digit into you. He pumps you with a precision, curling to touch the ribbed, sensitive pallette of your g-spot. Your thighs squeeze his arm as you grip his wrist painfully tight. Your too weak to do anything besides accept it. You both know you can't and won't get him to stop. But it's wrong how your toes curl, how your back arches, how your hips roll. He knows what he's doing on a scientific level. He knows you can only battle it so much. Your pussy clenches on him and is too upset he's the one causing this pleasure. “Mmm, your pussy is angry with me? She doesn't like to feel good?” He slips a second finger in which stings you slightly at the spread. You yelp and moan out to which he scoffs and lowers his mouth to your clit. Your heart is definitely beating through your chest as you pull his hair. Your legs clamped around his head both pushing away and pulling him deeper to suck and nibble on your exquisite clit. He could taste the sweat, the fear, the resentment. He could taste the enjoyment and release and relief. His dick jumped and twitched in his lap. Just a little while longer, he's waited enough for this — he won't ruin it being a too rash. His tongue became precise with the order to make you cum and get you ready for penetration. But your taste combined with the fact you just won't hold still made it hard to conquer you. He just needed you to succumb and wondered how hard you'd squirt. You work up enough courage to face the man between your legs and the sight was amazing. Ryomen, eyes closed, nails digging into your thighs a bit too harshly , eating away at you nastily. His tongue flat like a dog as he licked from your asshole up to your pubic hair. It was unlike someone so distinguished and strict as him. His strange pink sunset hair a mess across his face. Unrecognizable as anything other than a perverse, deprived man. You admittedly were fighting cumming all over him for minutes. Agonizing minutes of hating yourself for how your eyes rolled to the back of your head and no matter how hard you pulled at his tresses it was nothing more than encouragement to bring you past your peak.

“Ryomen, p-please. It’s too much.” Your body betrays itself as your pussy clenches around his tongue. His tongue darted in and out of your heat before pulling away enough to lap against your overstimulated clit massaging it until the hot rumble in your belly exploded. Your head falls back with a loud gasp as you squirt all over Ryomen. His face, neck, and chest soaked. You release a gushing mess that causes Ryomen to scoff and tease, “Someone was pent up.”

You futilely push Ryomen from between your legs. Chest heaving and falling despite your genuine attempts to remain calm. Your migraine creeps back, as your nervous system is absolutely confused. The true fear in your belly can’t make sense of the pleasure your body wants more of, and Ryomen takes in all your efforts and calculates: stubborn but willing, combative but fearful, too smart for her own good and too good to not have…

Has he? Zoned out? You think to yourself as he’s absentmindedly placed his fist under his chin. You almost are inclined to feel insulted but the way his eyes take over your physique in a far-away but rabid kind of expression…you decide it best to let him finish his musings and compose yourself as best you can. “When were you last on your cycle?” So matter of fact and without regard. Useless to do but still you pull your lab coat together protectively. “I—I don’t think that’s appropriate to ask…regardless of the circumstances…” you sheepishly reply.

“I must. The best time to get pregnant is during ovulating as you well know…” is he really trying to small talk? “It’s most optimal to attempt conception five days leading up to your menstruation. Most are afraid the female cycle may undercut the attempt but the female body is an exemplary example of durability…” he eyes you over again… “then once you take into account intelligence level,” he takes your face into his soaked digits, a thousand words behind his eyes and the thoughts he does allow you to hear. “A highly intelligent, durable, emotionally balanced female…” his eyes spark with an intimidating gleam. “How rare…” you think to spit at him for that insult but know better. He sets his thumb on your lips and lightly taps them after every word. “Last.Day.You.Bled”

“Three weeks ago…” you answer easily. His command is powerful, palpable and decidedly you won’t make this experience any worse. But you should’ve lied because the fire that ignites lets you know he’s gonna try for this child until you conceive. “Do you track your cycle?”

“Myself. Yes, I don’t use apps. I know what the government does…it’s not like we don’t use biomedical data...” You throw out awkwardly. He doesn’t laugh.

“So you know you’re ovulating, correct?” You snap back to your reality and his only purpose for you.

“Yes…I would suppose that’s correct.” You resituate your mind, taking in how his usually slick back undercut is all over his head and his brutish inner nature shines through the stiff, arrogant, dismissive expression he holds you under. This must be who he really is: evil and morally unkempt.

“What are your plans? What happens if anything is wrong with the child?” You cringe at the language openly upset at the idea of any child being vulnerable to his wrath. He scoffs looking away and waves away your comment snidely.

“That won’t happen…”

“But it—“ He snatches you up easily. His grip isn’t enough to choke but enough to warn successfully.

“It not only won’t happen…” he brings your face to his. His breath hot across your fear stricken face. “It can’t happen…but I’ll amuse you…” he sets his forehead against yours, pulling you to him enough he can wrap his arms around your sat frame. “If anything is wrong with our child…” he pulls away to down at you. His eyes dreamy but empty. “We’ll simply make another one…” and with that he yanks your hair enough to make you gasp, but doesn’t release you, taking the opportunity to overtake your mouth with his. You wrestle in his iron clad bear hug, unable to avoid his tongue as it wrestles messily with yours. You can move enough to lean back which simply allows him to set himself between your legs. His grip changes to holding your hands behind your back. It’s too easy for him to hold both of your wrist in one of his hands and to hold you by the hair to kiss you properly with the other. Your chest pushes into his and your nipples harden through your stiff work bra. Ryomen leverages his weight to hold you down against the desk. Your back pressing on the cold furniture firmly as Ryomen maneuvers your remaining clothes off. Your stockings and underwear ripped and accounted for, last being this insufferable bra that’s been fucking up his view.

Your body was beyond his imaginations and the jiggle of everything now free was delightful. He examined you again without an expression, taking himself in his hand and setting against your shy but blazing hot hole. How his veiny girth spread you open without hassle. Your pussy wet and confused as much as your own head. “Ryomen…” he paid you no mind. His eyes closed and his mouth pulled tight as he entered you slowly. He chokes on a growl creeping out of his throat as he feels your plushness tighten instinctively. He goes as far as he can immediately, reaching your cervix with a bit more ease than he would’ve had you not been prepped already. It seemed he couldn’t even help himself. His usual cold, sterile demeanor replaced with a rapidly breathing grunting sweaty mess. You dug your nails into his shoulders, clawing him really and a soft bleeding came through his button down. The rhythm of his thrusts and ability to move you easily made accepting him embarrassing but fulfilling. You didn’t have to do anything and felt oddly better for it. The slippery slap of skin began to fill the echo less void of the lab. A man of so few words now down to nothing but choking on his moans and grunting. He could hear the slam and movement of the desk objects but could only focus on the numbing squeeze of your bullied pussy. Ryomen tucks his head into nape of your neck sucking and biting and licking like a crazed feign plunging in and out of you with little regard. How you adjusted to him but kept your digging into his skin. Both of you biting your own lips to not give in to the moment. He doesn’t know why this is different from any other time he’s fucked. Maybe because he knows you’ll bear him a beautiful child, multiple. How no matter what you do— you will be pregnant. Without another thought and giving into his instincts he raises you in the air before plunging his cock into you without remorse. You yelp and tighten your legs against his frame feeling his immense girth stretch and meet a much deeper part of you.

The both of you finally forgo any sense of formality and Ryomen can’t help but watch as you glide along his girth with a sick expression of satisfaction. You can’t muster the courage to face him but his canines bear ever so slightly as he huffs and grunts his sexual frustration into you. You move your hands to grip his hair and close the distance tucking your head into his neck and biting down. The bite and tug of his hair makes him do the same and in a fast adjustment sets himself in the closest office chair, bringing your bodies even closer as his clothes are torn and strewn across your heaving, hot bodies. “Ryomen!” You yelp as his hips adjust to stuff his entire cock in you. To the hilt and instead of continuing his relentless bucking he forces your hips to ride him. An agonizingly intense and far too intimate for the both of you but the heat of the moment evaporates all shame. Ryomen can’t contain himself and digs his fingers into your flesh as you mutually nibble and bite across each others’ necks and shoulders. It’s an admittedly disgusting display of ferality that neither of you care to restrain. Your body is quaking and dripping in sweat, goosebumps all over as your stomach swirls with dazed anticipation. You never forgot the point of all this and although you can admit to giving in to him you await his gushing conclusion with intense anxiety. “I’m really being bred by him,” you think. But with a sudden, fearful gasp you’re taken from any clear thinking by the way his mouth suckles along the veins of your neck. Is he enjoying himself? Somewhat of a stupid consideration given you’re far too gone to notice he’s equally far too gone. Feeling close but wishing this conquest had taken place in a more resigned environment. He wanted to test your limits until you had no choice but to scream at him to stop and use all you could to push him away. But he had to admit this was just too good to ruin. Your grip on his hair was admittedly strong and he liked you had more strength to you than he first suspected. He smirks to himself and gazes up at you sneakily with a feverish glare. He isn’t someone to be good, not even decent and he already feels you received enough fair treatment in this circumstance. Without a word he quickly wraps one arm around your waist keeping your grind concentrated as you accept him as deeply as he can go.

“Are you ready?” He says softly, much too sweet and far more intently venomous as he tugs you by your hair to kiss you sloppily again. Too distracted by his overstimulating intimacy, the pull of your hair, and the aching of your pulsating walls, you gasp loudly into his mouth as you feel him cumming in you. You can’t break away and with extremely futile, weakened effort you scratch and push at his chest helplessly. Yet his strength is overwhelming while you can’t even break away from his forced tongue kissing. You feel him filling you much more than any other partner or anything you expected. With one hand pushing you to continue your kissing and the other wrapped keeping you chest to chest Ryomen settles comfortably and confidently pumping the last of his seed in you, thrusting without any sense of restraint. The throb of his cock and the stiffness of his tip against your pulsating plushness dizzies you. Dizzying you beyond belief and sinking into his kiss with a humiliating submissiveness. He’s succeeded with his mission and can’t help but savor the sloppiness of your breeding session with a harsh slap to your ass. He already is impatient for you to grow his seed, be big and plump, and bear his fruit smoothly. And to do this again and again until your womb can’t anymore. He can’t help his sick mentality of conquering, and you don’t help since you are the one now gliding up and down with ease. His seed coating his shaft as you ride him recklessly— he’s proud of you even if he’ll never mention it. “Good girl,” he mumbles against your colliding lips. “Ah, good girl…” he says as he catches himself relaxing into your assertive work of his lap.

He pulls you away from the kiss roughly, a large portion of your hair remaining tangled in his thick, mean fingers. “Enough.” He says with finality and without another thought you almost automatically halt at his command. You blush with a sense of embarrassment and recline away gripping his hand with the both of yours to indicate he should loosen his grip. You finally give him a good look in the eyes, still completely shaking and filled on his soaked lap. You meekly attempt to look away but he corners you with a quick grasp of your chin, roughly making you face him in this moment. Both your chests’ heave as you openly catch your breath, taking in the man who took you so forcefully with his calculating but calling gleam in his glare.

“Get up.” He demands and you come back to reality enough to feel the weightlessness of your limbs and the absolute lack of energy you have. He knows this by the dead weight you are in his lap but it amuses him to see you fail at gaining any sense of self respect or wherewithal. He’s absolutely taken with you and his conquest of the little laboratory brat who seemed so above everyone is tantalizing to his egomaniacal mentality. Mahoraga and his siblings are well on their way to actualization. “Get. Up.” He spits harshly, raising himself from the chair without thought. Against your better judgement, and with some self respect to not just fall to the floor, you cling to him wrapping your legs around as much of his hulking frame as you can. “Oh, mommy’s not that weak is she?” He retorts with a truly chilling laugh. You forgot who you were dealing with, someone of plain evil intent. “Well then, if you refuse,” and with little force on his end but undistinguishable to you he weakly attempts at removing you from him. You cling to him albeit humiliating and with your pussy dripping against his torso he swiftly takes his oversized coat to strap over your frame. The scene is immensely familiar to a child being wrapped in a blanket and carried to bed by their parental. Ryomen can’t help but smile devilishly to himself. “One baby carrying another…both mine.” What should’ve been an awkward redressing was easy as you kept your face hidden in the crook of his neck only lifting away enough to let him pull and fasten his pants. The rest of him bear to the no longer cold laboratory. “Well I guess that means back to my place?” Another command you knew it to be despite his sociopathic ability to feign sincerity. You didn’t have the confidence to speak but were forced to when he continued: “Yes or No?”

“Yes, Ryomen. Please, I can’t be any more put down than I am…” you say defeated.

“Oh no that’s not true,” he shushes while patting your head. “There’s far more ways to…put you down…the experiment isn’t over. One success just means you’re perfect for more tests…” and without another word he carries you out of the lab, leaving it a belligerent mess. “You’ll be living with me now. As I said…your things have already been moved. The plan was going to go my way regardless— one way or the other…” he laughs again while patting your back all too softly. You scowl to yourself disgusted at what he’d done to you and more disgusted you lost yourself in intense pleasure. But you wouldn’t let him ‘succeed’ so easily. You regained enough composure to think a thousand swirling thoughts as you were carried easily towards Ryomen’s office that had its own exit. He wouldn’t win so easily but you knew a fight was definitely in your futures. Mahoraga whether experiment or child or child experiment — wouldn’t come to fruition. But the odds were not in your favor and the fight was now on, whether Ryomen could tell or not. And nothing in you was convinced he believed this could truly happen so easily.

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