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pinkcrocss · 9 months ago

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Limoreau #3: A Sense of Belonging

A/n: Hahaha! Another one-shot... Okay, I solemnly swear, I am not allowed to post anything else until I've posted at least one chapter of one of my two multi-chapter fics.

What can I say? When inspiration hits, it hits.

Heavily inspired by this amazing fan art by @beelze0-0

Jordan is sick of other people pushing their expectations on them...

1,900 words

“I’m super inclusive! So welcome to God U. We’d love to have you.”

“CUT!”

Jordan looked up at the director, from where they were perched on a picnic table out at the student quad. They couldn’t believe they had let themself be roped into this shit. But Brink had said taking part in this video would help keep eyes on them, further bumping up their q-ratings which would in turn help them in the rankings.

“Hey Jordan! Look, I’m glad you agreed to do this and we’re so happy to have you representing our esteemed establishment, but we were actually kind of hoping you would film this in your female body.”

The stout director must have seen the frown on Jordan’s face because he hastily added, “It’s just that when it comes to inclusivity, a female spokesperson tracks better! It’s no big deal.”

“Easy for you to say.” Jordan thought as they reluctantly switched forms, feeling their clothes get a little looser and their hair suddenly touching their shoulders.

The director looked relieved as he headed back behind the camera.

“And go!”

Jordan started in on their rehearsed line, “I’m super inclusive! So we-“

“Cut!”

Jordan tried not to let any frustration bleed into their expression.

”What seems to be the issue?” They tried to look cooly at the director.

“Do you think you could smile a bit more when you say the line? We’re trying to go for a more pleasant, feminine energy here.”

Jordan could feel the plastered on smile on their face pulling tight at their skin.

“Actually, Erica! You think we could have makeup come over, maybe some blush and a touch of lip gloss would help.” The director went on.

Jordan went along with the rest of the shoot. A mantra running through their head for every minute that went by, “It will be worth it when I’m in the seven… it’ll be worth it when I’m in the seven…”

Hours later, Jordan sat at their desk outside of Brink’s office typing diligently on their laptop, as they graded Brink’s last batch of crimefighting essays. Glancing at their phone to check the time, they swore as they realised they only had ten minutes before they were supposed to be meeting with their parents at a restaurant across campus. Already they could see a barrage of unanswered texts from their dad.

Exhaling a long breath, they finished up their latest essay before packing up their things and rushing out of the crimefighting building. By the time they made it to just outside the restaurant, they were already 5 minutes late.

Catching their reflection in the window, they briefly panicked, realising that they were still in their female form. Not at all in the mood for an evening of barbed comments and sour looks from their dearest parents, they hastily transformed into their male form, feeling their body grow heavier as their hair shortened to right above their ears.

Walking in, they could feel the weight of their dad’s disappointed gaze.

“Jordan?” He said. “You’re late! What do I always tell you? A man must always honour his commitments, right?”

Jordan could only take a deep breath, readying themselves for an evening of similar comments.

“Yeah, dad. It was my bad. I was busy grading for professor Brink and-“

“Ah! Professor Brink! How is he doing?” Their mother cut them off.

“I hope he’s been taking care of my little man.” At this point, she had gotten up and rounded the table to pull them into a tight hug.

“Well, not so little anymore. Look how how tall you are!” She grabbed his bicep. “And so strong! I hope you’re not overdoing yourself.”

“I’m fine mom.” they responded, slipping out of her grasp.

Sitting down, they opened up the menu and began scanning the options as their dad flagged the waiter. Having settled on a simple pasta dish, Jordan leaned back and settled themselves more comfortably as they waited for the waiter to approach.

Having gotten a passing waiters attention, their dad turned to them before suddenly donning a frustrated look on his face.

“Jordan.”

Jordan sat up, curious as to their dad’s sudden change of mood.

“Please… just sit like a man. You look ridiculous.”

Jordan followed their dad’s eye-line down to their legs, which they had subconsciously crossed as they had been getting comfortable. Flushing with embarrassment, they slowly uncrossed their legs and sat up, avoiding eye contact with their dad.

Seemingly satisfied, their dad decided to change the topic.

“Speaking of Brink… what’s the plan to get you ranked #1, huh? I noticed your social trending has been flagging a little.”

Jordan tried not to roll their eyes. Sometimes, it was hard not to feel like they were just a trophy to their parents. Something to take off the shelf and dust off in front of company, then put it right back away when there was no more use for it.

“Yeah, um.. I’m actually gonna be in the new campus welcome video for the incoming year. So that should help a bit with social recognition.” Jordan tried not to think about the disappointment on their faces, when they saw which form they appeared in in the video.

“Also, my combat stats are the highest on campus so far.”

For a moment, their parents actually seemed to perk up at the news, both wearing expressions akin to haughty pride.

Feeling confident, Jordan continued. “Yeah, and especially when I switch forms I’ve gotten more agile so Brink came up with this manuever wh-“

“Switch forms?”

Jordan immediately realised their mistake as their dad’s face morphed into a sour expression.

“Jordan!” Their dad was aggressively whispering now, as if afraid that other people in the restaurant would find out about what he considered, the more undesirable aspect of Jordan’s abilities.

“We’ve talked about this. You don’t need that part. Your strength, you’re invulnerability, that’s what’s going to get you to the Seven. Now stop embarrassing us and act more like the young man we raised!”

Jordan wanted to argue, but was scared of what might come out of their mouth if they did. Instead, they remained silent, face pinched, once again feeling like their skin was stretched too tight over their muscles and bone.

Finally seeing their waiter approach, their mother looked grateful for the excuse to change the topic of conversation.

“It will all be worth it… It will all be worth it…” Jordan kept reminding themself. They had to.

It was getting dark by the time Jordan was making their way back to the dorms. Shooting that video earlier that morning, grading all of Brink’s essays, a disastrous lunch with their parents, followed by a two hour lecture at their least favourite subject, Hero ethics, and all Jordan wanted to do was crawl under their covers and never wake up again.

Jordan felt stretched thin. Like a rubber band about to snap. But still they reminded themselves to just hold it together until they made it back to their dorm room.

It was days like this that Jordan was grateful that they no longer lived in the freshman dorms, and that their top ten status gave them leverage for a single room. Not having to worry about annoying roommates or being considerate of another person in their space, was a blessing they would never stop being grateful for.

However, as they neared their door, they got the distinct impression that they wouldn’t be alone tonight. Some niggling sense in the back of their mind told them someone would be on the other side of that door, so they weren’t surprised at all when they walked into their room to find Marie lounging on their bed, watching some kind of show on her V-pad[1] that she must have brought with her.

She looked comfortable, stretched out in a pale blue sports bra and soft, black leggings. Jordan had surprised her with an illegally made copy of their dorm key about a month prior and had offered her use of their room whenever she needed to get away (really it was just an excuse to see her more often without sounding desperate. But hey, Jordan had an image to maintain).

Marie had set aside her V-pad to look up at them, gracing them with a blinding smile. “Hey, baby! How was your day?”

Jordan wasn’t sure how she did it, or what magic potion Marie seemed to possess, but at the moment she might have as well have been an oasis in a scorching desert Jordan had been traversing for weeks now.

Without thinking, they threw their bag to the side, uncaring of where it landed and dove towards her on the bed (careful to keep much of their weight off her, as they were still in their male form).

Obviously, they weren’t completely successful as Marie gave a beleaguered “Hmph” as they landed on her; wrapping their arms around her torso and snuggling their face into her soft belly.

They could hear her giggling above them.

“Hey.” They felt her rest a hand on the back of their neck. “Is everything okay? What do you need?”

“Nothing.” Jordan mumbled, their voice muffled as they pressed further into her. “Just this.”

Jordan basked in the warmth of Marie’s embrace, drowning themself in the vanilla scent of her skin. They needed to figure out what body lotion she used, so they could steal it for themself.

After a while, they finally had the energy top look up, only to find that Marie was already looking at them. What they saw in her eyes was nothing but warmth and adoration reflected back at them.

Jordan was still in disbelief that they could be the recipient of a look like that, from Marie Moreau of all people! That was something that they would never stop being grateful for.

For a good minute, the two were seemingly locked in an intense staring match, neither willing to break the spell that had been woven in their little embrace.

A sudden curious thought popped into Jordan’s head, and without thinking, they suddenly switched into their female form. Continuing to stare into Marie’s eyes, they were shocked to find that her gaze remained exactly the same. Just warmth, adoration and acceptance. There hadn’t even been a momentary shock at the sudden change.

Jordan was fully overcome with a feeling they couldn’t decipher, and before they could reconsider, they were surging up towards Marie, kissing her with every intense emotion that they could muster. Gratefulness, all-encompassing trust, and love.

Marie of course was delighted, gently laughing into the kiss as she held their face with both hands, while caressing their cheek.

Kissing Marie always felt like a warm, heated blanket on a snowy day. Like solace. Like home.

Only when the need for air became desperate, did Jordan pull away, snuggling back into her torso as they felt Marie start stroking her fingers through their hair.

Jordan was so warm and lulled by the comforting motion, that they almost missed Marie’s question.

“Feeling any better?”

The answer came unbidden. they didn’t even have to look up.

“Yes. much, much better.”

[1] Remember Marie got a bunch of free tech from Vought when she made it to the top ten rankings.

#I still don't feel like my writing is getting better #But it is getting easier to get my ideas out #that's half the battle I guess #gen v #jordan li #marie moreau #limoreau #fanfiction #gen v fics #bigender

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goldenavenger02 · 11 months ago

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found my place

His heart was pounding when the darkness allowed him to come up for a quick moment, just a few seconds to let him thoroughly panic before a hand tightly grasped onto his with the hushed voice insisting, “hey, hey, it’s okay.”

And with that, he was pulled back under.

For @senseigrace, edited by @21st-century-ninja

Lloyd’s thoughts had been hazy since the final battle.

He knew it wasn’t his final battle with the tight rope that destiny had around his neck, but he couldn’t help but hope that it was the last time.

That this was the last time he would have to fight The Overlord, the last time he would have to see Harumi and the last time he had to see Garmadon.

He tried to find the bright spots in all of it, like how Nya was back and even had regained her powers, how Ninjago was rid of the persistent darkness that tried to engulf it, but despite that, his mind just kept wandering back to the darkness that lingered inside of him.

Even the sunrise exercises, training hours and meditation sessions that he was still expected to show up for despite being the only participant were unable to center his absent mind; nothing could erase the memories of the mental and physical pain that was associated with becoming something that he wasn’t, even if there was a small voice inside of him begging him to forgive his father.

Which had led Lloyd to where he was now, standing outside of Master Wu’s bedroom with his hand knocking lightly on the doorframe; he highly doubted his uncle was awake, given that the time was nearing two in the morning, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t lull himself to sleep.

But, to his surprise, it only took a few rapid, soft knocks for Master Wu to open the sliding door and given that he was still wearing the clothes he had spent the entire day in, Lloyd couldn’t help but wonder if he wasn’t the only one who was struggling to sleep in the eerily quiet monastery.

“Come in, Lloyd,” his uncle insisted as he stood to the side, allowing Lloyd to walk inside; his usual meditation setup with the tray of burning incense and the red, fraying carpet was still out as well as the secondary brown carpet that was reserved for lessons, “I’ve been expecting you.”

‘Why am I not shocked?’ Lloyd thought as he sat down on the familiar brown carpet, crossing his legs when he had fully brought himself to the ground.

“You haven’t been sleeping,” Wu called him out, “because something is troubling you.”

“Have you heard from the others?” Lloyd asked, hoping that his lie would be enough to quell his master’s prying, only to get the head shake that he had been expecting along with a sigh.

“Not since they left. But we both know that’s not what is keeping you awake, if anything, you should be sleeping better without the late-night video game sessions.”

Lloyd pulled in a breath to try and calm his nerves, pressing his palms into each other so they wouldn’t shake before the truth spilled from his lips, “I just…I’m worried, Master Wu.”

“About the others?”

“Well, yes, but no,” Lloyd stopped to bring in another shaking breath, feeling his heartbeat pound in his ears, “I’m worried about becoming like my father” those words resulted in Wu raising his eyebrow with what he hoped was curiosity instead of disappointment, “and the whole Oni form thing isn’t helping me feel better about that.”

“My brother was slowly corrupted by the darkness inside of him from the Great Devourer, the Oni inside of him simply propelled it,” Wu insisted, his voice growing eerily steady like it did every time he spoke about Garmadon, “we each follow our own paths, Lloyd. Paths that we are not even aware that we are on.”

“So, you have no idea if I’m going to end up like Garmadon.” Lloyd sighed as defeat seeped into his bones, “or if I’m going to turn into an Oni and get stuck like that.”

“I’m afraid I do not, nephew,” Wu agreed, “but, what turned your father into what he is now, was corruption of what once was truly good. The things that turned him into what he is now, they no longer exist.”

Lloyd nodded; he knew that the Devourer was long gone, that the Oni masks were destroyed and that the Golden Weapons had been returned to raw, elemental energy.

Nothing existed that could corrupt him the same way it had destroyed his father.

“But, and you’re not going to like this, you should continue to work on controlling your Oni form.”

“Have you not been listening to me?!” Lloyd couldn’t stop himself from shouting as he stood up, “that sounds like doing exactly what Garmadon wanted me to do! He wants me to be like him, you know that, right?! He wants me to let go of all of my emotions, my sentimentality, anything that makes me human!”

“Lloyd-”

“I can’t end up like him, Uncle Wu!”

And with those words, Lloyd felt like he was eight years old again; terrorizing Ninjago, releasing the Serpentine and being everything that he thought would bring his father back to him only to get taken in by the ninja, screaming and fighting as they made him board The Bounty.

He hadn’t even noticed the hot tears rolling down his cheeks until his uncle approached and brought his hand up to wipe them away before pulling Lloyd into a tight hug which only made him cry harder.

His chest heaved harshly, his body shook and all he could do was grasp tightly onto his uncle, burying his head into his shoulder.

Master Wu didn’t speak, he just kept one hand on Lloyd’s back and let the other one gently brush through the golden wisps of hair, but it didn’t do much to quell the sobs of what he had been keeping in longer than he should have.

But, when his eyes started to sting and his ears started to hurt, he finally managed to pull himself away from Wu’s shoulder, wiping his face on his sleeve.

“I-I’m sorry,” he muttered under his breath, “about yelling at you.”

“I would rather you aim your anger at me then someone else, nephew,” his uncle insisted before putting his hand on his left shoulder, “now, even though I don’t assign bedtimes any more, it is much too late for the two of us to be awake. No sunrise exercise tomorrow, but I expect to see you awake before noon.”

“Goodnight, Master Wu.” Lloyd nodded, letting his shaky legs guide himself to his bedroom.

But as he walked, he couldn’t stop the thoughts of worry from creeping back into his mind to try and narrow down any object that could possibly corrupt him.

…

The post-battle haze didn’t leave Lloyd’s brain when he awoke the next morning; in fact, between the throbbing directly in his forehead and the heat in his cheeks, the haze was only stronger than it had been in the last few weeks.

His vision was blurry as he squinted in the darkness, trying to gain his bearings only to see the familiar form of his uncle hovering over his bed; even though there was a look of worry covering his face, he couldn’t help but feel relief when he identified him.

“Master Wu?” Lloyd’s voice cracked as he spoke, making his cheeks feel more flushed than they already were and his jaw started to ache, “is everything okay?”

“Everything except for you, nephew,” Lloyd knew that when he was referred to by “nephew” instead of his name that Wu was worried about him but it wasn’t until he felt Wu’s familiar hand rest on his forehead that he was able to process that he was sick, “you’re running a temperature.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing,” Lloyd insisted as he started to sit up, only to be met with what he could only describe as a stab of pain directly in his shoulder blades, “ah!” the cry of pain tore out of his throat and tears sprang into his eyes involuntarily.

He tried to slow his breathing as he was gently pushed back onto the mattress with a hand on his shoulder, but when the pain in his back dissipated, he was met with the throbbing in his forehead returning with a vengeance and nearly making him sick along with a chill starting to seep into his bones and spread throughout his body.

He couldn't stop himself from shaking as he pulled his legs inward toward his chest and pressed his head harder onto the pillow to try and muster up some relief.

“W-what’s…” Lloyd managed to pull a painful breath into his aching chest and fought the urge to cry out again from the ripples of agony, “w-what’s wrong with me?”

The last words Lloyd heard before the darkness pulled him down deep into unconsciousness were the unmasked, terrified words of his master, “that’s what your mother and I are trying to figure out.”

…

“-is going to have to hold him still.”

“I’ll do it.”

Lloyd couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak. All he could do was listen in on the words spoken by his bedside as pain continued to make its way through his back, his head, his teeth, his hands and his sides and he was pulled into someone’s comforting arms.

He could tell that despite the rough hands seemingly trying to press on every area that throbbed or stung, he was being supported by someone’s chest against his back.

“This is bad, Wu.” The smooth yet deep voice finally broke through his hearing, “this wasn’t supposed to happen for years.”

Lloyd could recognize that voice anywhere; whether that was in the deep recesses of his childhood, those few good years followed by the worst years of his life, only to be face to face with something that was everything but what he needed.

He could recognize the voice of Garmadon anywhere.

But, despite his harsh touch against his aching shoulder blades, there was the gentle hand in his sweaty hair that gently made its way from the top of his scalp all the way to where his thin, blonde wisps touched the bottom of his neck.

It was the only thing that kept Lloyd from fighting the paralysis that held him tightly in its grasp because he knew that no matter how much his uncle wanted to continue to foster a relationship with Garmadon, he would never let him put an unnecessary hand on him.

If he had asked a question, had managed to make his lips move or even had found it in him to try and move, he didn’t know.

All he knew was that his uncle knew, because the touch somehow became even more gentle as his familiar whisper lulled him back into the darkness.

“Everything's okay, just go back to sleep."

…

“You need to call them, Wu.”

“If this is what Garmadon says it is, then it will pass.”

“Regardless of whether it will pass or not, you know as well as I do that they will want to know what’s going on.”

“They are all in the process of trying to regain their elemental powers, Misako.”

“And they all left you their contact information if they were needed. My son needs them right now.”

A long heavy sigh and the same gentle touch running through his hair before his uncle finally responded.

“Very well.”

Darkness enveloped Lloyd yet again almost as quickly as it had let go.

…

And with that, he was pulled back under.

…

When Lloyd awoke again, his head was throbbing and even though it was now centered in the top of his skull, it still made the pain radiate throughout his face; despite that, he finally managed to pry his eyes open once again.

The lights were off, making it difficult for him to focus on anything.

In fact, he considered going back to sleep for a moment when he didn’t see his mom, uncle, or even Garmadon when his eyes flicked downward toward the pressure surrounding his left hands and saw the familiar, scarred hand with the red fabric of a gi nearly covering it.

“K-Kai?” he managed to croak, only now realizing how much his throat burned and his jaw ached, only to feel a soft hand on his blanket-covered leg that belonged to, “Nya?”

“Lloyd!” Kai shout penetrated his skull in a way that he couldn’t do anything but wince, resulting in the sound of a hard ‘smack’ against skin that he could only guess was Nya, “my bad, bud” he added in a much softer voice.

“H-how?” He couldn’t help but ask even though he vaguely remembered his mom and uncle discussing calling the others.

“Master Wu called us,” Nya said with a nod of confirmation coming from Kai, “he said that you weren’t doing too great.”

“Granted, I don’t think anyone would be doing well while they were turning into an Oni-”

‘No, no, this isn’t happening,’ the anxiety started to swell at the thought of looking like, of turning out like Garmadon, at the mere possibility of his worst fear coming true, ‘not now, not now, this is not happening.’

“Lloyd?” Nya’s muffled voice tried to break through, “Lloyd, we’ve got you.”

‘I’m a monster. I’m turning into everything that’s wrong with me. They’re going to leave me again.’

“Lloyd,” the pressure around his hand tightened, forcing him to look up at Kai’s amber-colored eyes, the eyes that he associated with safety, “Lloyd, take a deep breath and hold it in. I need you to do that for me, okay?”

Lloyd couldn’t do anything but comply, the salty tears breaking away from his tear ducts and streaming down toward his ears as he pulled in a shaking breath.

‘In, hold, out, hold.’ He repeated the breaths that he was coaxed through like a mantra until his chest stopped shuddering and his cheeks grew sticky from the drying tears.

Eventually, Kai loosened the pressure on his hand enough for him to push himself upwards on his elbows and slowly prop his aching body against the pillows; his head felt way too heavy for his neck but the angle allowed him to take in the fact that Nya and Kai were really there.

“Here, let me just…” Nya paused as she reached forward with a soft tissue and wiped down his cheeks before running her hand across the top of his scalp while avoiding the two prominent sources of the pain that pulsed throughout his head, “there you go.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, despite the ache it sent throughout his mouth before letting it fall, “what do you mean, about what you said?”

Kai’s sigh was long, the kind he reserved when he regretted what he had said, as he responded, “your uncle and your da-Garmadon want to talk to you about it.”

“First Spinjitzu Master,” Lloyd cursed as he rubbed his hand over his face; the thought of having to talk to Garmadon about how he had become exactly what he had tried to mold him into and hearing him gloat about how he had been right the whole time made Lloyd’s headache come back with a renewed throb to it, “do I have to?”

“They’re gonna have more answers than us, Lloyd,” Nya shrugged hopelessly, “but we can always stall for you, say you’re still asleep.”

“Yeah, we don’t wanna push you,” Kai insisted before his free hand became alight with fire, “and you know, just say the word and I’ll hurl this at Garmadon’s face.”

‘Wait…fire?’

“You got your powers back?”

“We all did, big shot,” Kai’s grin continued to widen as he extinguished the flame, “and I’ll give you all the details after you get some more sleep.”

Lloyd nodded, scooting himself carefully back onto the mattress so he was laying down before rolling onto his side and letting his eyes flutter shut. He felt Kai pull the blanket over his shoulder and Nya gently squeeze the same shoulder, but he just let himself welcome the darkness that engulfed him once again.

…

With help from Kai and Nya’s stalling and his first peaceful sleep for the first time in a long time, Lloyd managed to hold off the conversation for a solid five hours.

And despite that, when he finally managed to stand on his shaking legs and look at himself in the bathroom mirror, he still didn’t want to do this when he still had the option to lay down for a few more hours.

But the sharp fangs that protruded from his gums in the place of his canines and the nubs of horns that would have been fully hidden by his hair if he hadn’t just been victim to a raging fever and sweat reducing the natural volume worried him.

‘If I keep putting this off, are more things going to change?’ he couldn’t tell if he was imagining the red that had always made up his eyes trying to push through the bright green, if the Oni inside of him was fighting its way to the surface, ‘will I continue to turn into a monster until there’s nothing of me left?’

“Lloyd?” Nya’s voice was soft as it broke through the spiral and forced him to turn away from the mirror to see her slouched against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, “do you want me to go with you?”

As much as Lloyd wanted to say yes, he had a feeling that this was meant to be a private conversation between himself, Master Wu and Garmadon, something that the others would hear from him as soon as his father made his way out of the monastery.

“No, but…” he looked down at his fingertips, wincing when he saw the dark stain of dry blood under and around his fingernails from his claws forcing themselves out which sent him to the sink to try and scrub some of it away.

Nya approached silently, her hand coming down to rest on his shoulder as she spoke, “that promise I made to you, about protecting you? I still intend to keep it, and so do the others.”

“I know.” Lloyd agreed, knowing fully well that the others wouldn’t hesitate to take Garmadon down at the first sign of danger, that they had all been very uncomfortable with his methods of trying to teach him how to control his Oni form to the point that the insult toward Master Wu was the breaking point for them.

“Do you need anything before you go talk to them?” She asked while he pulled his hands away from the sink and wiped them dry on the brown towel that hung next to the sink.

Lloyd nearly bit his tongue in order to keep himself from saying ‘I need to get out of this conversation’ until he remembered that he had fangs now and he would actually like to keep his tongue, so he settled for looking up at Nya’s grayish-blue eyes and asking.

“If it’s not too much to ask, there’s a new Starfarer movie. It’s the reboot series, so it’s not as good as the original ones, but-oomph” he couldn’t hold the sudden wince of pain as Nya hugged him tightly, but she pulled away nearly as fast as she hugged him.

“I’ll let the others know, we’ll be waiting for you,” she insisted, leaving the room with one more look and a “good luck”.

Lloyd forced his legs to bring him towards his master’s quarters and as he brought his hand to the door in a series of swift knocks, the only thought that filled him was ‘here goes nothing.’

No one opened the door, but it was unlocked when he gently nudged it, so he let himself in; he wasn’t surprised to see Master Wu and Garmadon both sitting down at the small table pushed into the back of the room, talking softly over cups of tea.

He cleared his throat, instantly gaining both of their attention from their private conversation, but he kept his attention focused on Wu’s face despite his father’s voice being the first to speak directly at him.

“He lives.”

Lloyd swallowed back his anger as he crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to look him in the eyes and keeping his attention on a slightly darker spot on the hardwood floor.

“The least you could do is sit down with us.”

“I’d rather stand.” Lloyd tried to keep back as much of the bite in his tone as possible, if only for Master Wu’s sake of having to mediate between the once-close father and son.

“How are you feeling, Lloyd?” Wu asked while filling a third teacup which he reached over to hand to Lloyd once it was three–fourths full.

He took it gratefully, the warmth from the light brown liquid warming his palms while the scent of chamomile and vanilla worked through a few of his nerves; it smelled like Steep Wisdom, like coming into his uncle’s room late at night when something was keeping him awake; above all, it smelled like home.

“I’m feeling better,” Lloyd finally looked back up at his uncle with a nod before glancing over at his father, “do you know what all of that was? Is that why you were brought here?”

“That’s exactly why I was called here,” Garmadon insisted as he stood and approached Lloyd, “Wu and I may have similar genetics, but when it comes to the Oni side of it, I have much more experience.”

The lightest touch in his hair had him flinching away from the hand that was more than likely trying to get a closer look at the horns that had emerged from his skull, and the shame only really hit him in the chest when he saw the confusion and what seemingly was regret on Garmadon’s face.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“I’ve changed, Lloyd,” Garmadon cut him off, “and you still think that way of me? You still think I would hurt you?”

“I’m trying.” Lloyd swallowed to keep the tears from falling out of his eyes, “I’m trying to let you back into my life, but after that stunt you pulled, I…” Lloyd reached his free arm up to his face to wipe the tears off of his cheeks even though he knew they would quickly be replaced.

He was angry at his father, yes, but the real emotional weight of just how hard it was for him to have him and then lose him, only for him to come back but not as the father he remembered only for him to act as though he was losing him again, was finally smacking him across the face right in front of the man himself.

“The transformation you went through, that wasn’t supposed to happen until you were much older, when you aged from an adolescent Oni to an adult Oni,” Wu filled in, letting Lloyd’s unfinished sentence hang in the air, “but between your genetics and the Tomorrow’s Tea, Garmadon and I have come to the conclusion that your body assumed you were ready.”

‘Damn Tomorrow’s Tea,’ Lloyd couldn’t help but think as he nodded along with what his uncle was saying while setting down his untouched tea, “but that’s the end of it, right? The horns and the teeth, that’s it?”

“Well, that’s part of the reason that it was so hard on you, that I was so hard on you, aside from you being too young,” Garmadon cut in, only now Lloyd could find it in himself to actually look at his father’s glowing, red eyes, “the Oni side of you will always fight to let itself out unless you learn to control it. If you keep fighting against it like you have been, there is a high chance that more of your Oni features will end up like your horns and teeth. Permanent.”

“So the purple eyes, the claws, the wings and the extra arms?” Lloyd swallowed at the sight of the mental image he was faced with, the ruthless Oni that fought for dominance, “they would always be there?”

“Precisely,” Garmadon confirmed, making Lloyd’s stomach twist, “but you are closer to controlling it between this transformation and unleashing your Oni form, you just have to learn how to bring it out when you want it to come out.”

He didn’t respond to his father but focused his attention on his uncle as he asked, “I don’t suppose you could teach me that.”

Lloyd couldn’t help but deflate when Master Wu shook his head, “Your father is the most equipped to guide you through this training, Lloyd.”

He nodded and turned back to Garmadon, bringing his eyesight upwards to look at his glowing red eyes, the ones that used to remind him of home the same way the scent of his uncle’s tea did now, before finding it inside of himself to ask, “when do we start?”

“Once your horns finish coming in, you’ll have better balance that way,” Garmadon’s voice was unwavering and void of any emotion that Lloyd could try and pick out, “should be about three days from now.”

“Okay,” Lloyd nodded in agreement and hoped that he hadn’t just signed up for hours upon hours of misery, “is there anything else that you need to tell me?”

“No, nephew,” Wu assured him, “you may leave now.”

Lloyd had never left a room faster, even if it was just to breathe in some less stuffy air and avoid having to process everything that had just happened. ‘Processing can happen later.’

And with that thought, he made his way downstairs toward his promised movie viewing and the others all while trying to keep his mind clear of any thoughts about his dad, the Oni or the pain that still occasionally radiated through his head and down his neck.

He had never been so relieved to see the others in their usual places, PIXAL and Zane setting up the movie, Cole holding the popcorn bucket that Jay had gotten when the two of them and Nya had gone to see the last Starfarer movie that had starred Cliff Gorden in the titular role, Jay and Cole already starting to eat it despite the fact that the movie hadn’t even started.

Given that Nya and Kai were sitting on the couch, leaving the spot in between them for him, Lloyd could only assume that Jay and Cole’s playful bickering had resulted in the two of them being banished to the floor like always.

Lloyd took his spot on the purple couch and shamelessly rested his aching head on Kai’s warm shoulder, his eyes already trying to flutter shut.

“Lloyd, the least you could do is try and stay awake long enough for the movie to even start.” Kai joked while wrapping his arm around him and gently rubbing his hand up and down his right arm.

“I’m gonna stay awake, ‘nless you put me to sleep.” Lloyd mumbled from where he laid, but made no move to sit up which only continued to enable Kai.

“Be nice,” Nya chastised as she finally got Cole to move the popcorn bucket upwards so she could reach some, “he’s been sick, he can sle-” she cut herself off after putting a few kernels in her mouth, “who the fuck seasoned the popcorn with ranch?”

Nya and Cole bickering about the ethics of putting ranch seasoning on popcorn was only stopped by the familiar intro music that indicated that PIXAL and Zane had finally gotten the movie started.

Lloyd tried to pay attention to the newest installment in his favorite franchise, but his eyes continued to try to flutter shut, Kai’s warm hand on his shoulder was the closest thing to a comforting embrace he had gotten in days and the blanket that someone had tossed over his body was so soft that he couldn’t help but wonder how he managed to stay awake during the first fight scene.

All he could really focus on before he drifted off wasn’t the classic “Fear? Fear isn’t a word where I come from” line, it wasn’t Jay saying that the design of the spaceship wasn’t comic accurate only to get loudly shushed by everyone else.

It was that for the first time since standing on that floating rock next to his father and Harumi, his thoughts were no longer hazy; for the first time in a long time, Lloyd’s thoughts were clear and for the first time in a long time, he welcomed the veil of sleep with open arms.

#lego ninjago #ninjago #my writing #angst #whump #fic #lloyd garmadon #lord garmadon #master wu #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #the rest of them are there but more in the background #post crystalized #oni-dragon hybrid lloyd #team as family #post quest for the lost powers #sickfic

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twistedwonderlandfantasies · 1 year ago

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Never Unplug a Gamers Computer

Idia x fem!reader

For 18+ audience only

tags: smut, bondage, shibari, plot, slight angst, edging, oral, overstimulation, biting, begging, humiliation, toys

Wordcount: 5k

It had been weeks, maybe even a few months, where you hadn’t seen your fiery blue-haired boyfriend. All you could catch was faint glimpses of him hurrying through campus halls and snoozing through the classes he’d actually attend in person. Most of your interactions happened virtually— through messages, video calls, gaming sessions together. Yeah, it was fun for a while, you felt, especially the phone sex where he’d make you do all sorts of lewd things with your camera on, but you missed him. You missed feeling him hold you, his smell, his goofy grin. Enough was enough, you thought. You tidied a small bag of your belongings and walked out of Ramshackle dorm to Ignihyde. Boy was your heart pumping, but you confidently went through the hall mirror without hesitation, striding towards the housewardens room.

You thought to yourself how he could be such a shut-in and yet have so much personality once you got to know him. That’s one of the things you loved about him, he would only show his true side to the people he cared for. Nevermind the fact his sharp tongue wasn’t exclusive to anyone, his knack for hitting a person's nerve was enough for everyone to understand he’s as quick-witted and sly as he is a wall-flower.

Once you arrived, you stood outside his door, before gently knocking. “Idia?” After a few moments one of the brothers opened up. Ortho gleefully welcomed you in after seeing you outside.

“Y/N! I’m so glad to see you! What brings you in? Don’t tell me my brothers made you upset…” his eyebrows furrowed in disappointment. “I know he isn’t very good at communicating, but he really is a good person.”

You shook your head, “Of course not, Ortho, Idia could never upset me, I’ve just come to visit him.” You gave the young boy an assuring smile.

Idia was in the back of the room, a separate space where all his gaming equipment was set up. His socially-anxious heart already sank a little at hearing someone knock on the door. Who the hell is that? He thought before hearing your voice greet Ortho. Now his heart sank even more… shit shit shit why is Y/N here? Did I do something wrong? Look at this place… oh no… there’s crumbs all over my shirt. Idia was going into a mental panic mode while he lept out of his chair and started kicking all the trash around to try and hide the pile somewhere while fixing his clothes. One hand held his phone as he violently scrolled through your DM’s to see if you had mentioned wanting to visit, while another hand was now attempting to comb through the long locks of fire that had draped over his shoulders.

“Idia?” you walked into the small set-up room, a curious look about you, eager to give your boyfriend a surprise visit.

The housewarden suddenly froze up, his heading turning over to meet your gaze.

“Y/N” his mellow voice barely released a whisper as he felt his soul leave his body. She must think I’m such a pig now— oh Gods my hentai manga is still on my table. I thought I hid that?!

“Idia… you don’t need to get so worked-up over me visiting.” You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at his obvious panic, walking up to give him a peck on the lips before taking the comb out of his hand to place it on the table, then leaning over to pick up extra empty chip bags still littering the floor. “I just thought I’d come see you, I really do miss you, you know.” You walked over to place the remaining bags in the trash.

You instantly started tidying the place up to help ease his worry. Idia saw you crouch under his desk to pick up empty soda cans, and then you stacked all his manga and set it at the corner of the table. Watching you work like this made his heart flutter, his eyes going soft and a smile forming on his face.

I really am lucky to have her

“See, all better.” You smiled at your boyfriend before sitting down on the edge of his bed. You looked around for a moment, having only visited Ignihyde a few times the sites of his room were still not totally familiar to you. You took in a deep breath, the smell of fruit-flavored energy drinks and cologne made you giddy.

“You redesigned a bit I see.” You pointed to the new light fixtures in the room and a few new collection figurines.

“Uh— yeah…” Idia, still in a bit of shock, walked over to sit beside you. He looked at you, taking in your features all over again. Wow… she really is a lot more different in person. I can feel the heat off her body, her hands look so soft. She’s so much cuter like this.

“I’m actually glad you’re here, Y/N. W-wanna um… catch up on the last RPG event we started?”

You raised a brow at his request, after all, you just got there, and he’s already asking you to game? Doesn’t this boy ever get tired of being on his computer? You already knew the answer to that. Shaking your head, you gave a smile in defeat.

“Alright, let’s crush that game.” You giggled.

It had been two weeks that you were staying over at Ignihyde. After a bit of convincing, Idia let you sleep with him, although not a whole lot happened between you two as almost all the boy's confidence depletes to zero in real life. The most you two had achieved were steamy make-out sessions, but that was it. It took a lot of work from your side to get him to open up. You remember the first time holding hands his fingers wouldn’t stop shaking. And, of course, you initiated the first kiss. You’d never forget the way Idia’s hair turned a bright pink and his face matched too. For a reaction like that, you’d be willing to kiss him all the time, you thought.

But over your two weeks of labor you were beginning to get impatient. All he did was keep gaming, working on his tech-creations and being a shut-in. You would bring him breakfast every morning, help keep his room clean, hell, you even did his homework a few times for him. But all of this hard work and for what? We all know he lacked social skills, but Idia wasn’t dumb. Maybe no one has ever actually treated him this way and he doesn’t know how to react? Maybe you aren’t communicating enough? You were living with the man but still hungry for attention, and it was starting to piss you off.

“Idia?” You walked into his room, holding a bag of snacks in your hand. You had just come from the shop with all the newest drinks and goodies, wanting to surprise him with an evening movie night now that it was Friday and you knew he’d finished all his work.

Idia?” You called again. You peered into the dark room with neon blue lights only to see your boyfriend hunched over by his monitor, his headphones on, controller in hand, gaming away. Your eye twitched in frustration.

You snapped.

You set the bag down on the floor and walked over to Idia, before doing the unspeakable.

His computer screen suddenly went black.

You had pulled the plug, turning everything off. Idia visibly paused for a moment, before slowly taking his headphones off. His brain hadn’t even begun processing yet what was happening.

“Y-you only ever care about those stupid fucking games! Am I really that pathetic! That you don’t even notice my presence when I’m 10 feet away from you in a room! That I do everything for you but some 2D characters are more important? I know you’re shy, Idia, but this goes beyond that—”

You’re suddenly cut off by the sound of your boyfriend leaving his chair, slowly walking towards you. His hair… if not his entire body… is in a shade of deep. agonizing. red. It’s even worse than when Riddle gets mad.

“Y/N” He chokes out. You can’t see his face as it’s still dark, and his head is tilted down in disbelief.

“What have you done…”

You look up from the plugs in your hand to see his form towering over you, he’s never been like this before. His body feels so hot it almost stings.

Idia hadn’t been just playing a game but downloading months of precious data on his computer at the same time. Now all his work is lost, not to mention the rewards he had earned on his live game which he hadn’t saved yet. He had emergency power set up in his room, but without the cord actually being connected to a source, it was meaningless.

You hadn’t realized what you had done in your moment of anger. Suddenly everything started spinning as fear and regret settled in. You dropped the cords in your hand, which was now tense— no, your whole body was.

“Idia, I, I’m…”

“You.” He growled, the pit in his stomach growing. He had to now spend the next months recovering the files he lost and became corrupted because of you, if not rewriting endless lines of code all over again, meaning more sleepless nights. Now he had to start his game progress from level one which he had also been working towards for the past few months, not to mention all the other minor projects that were still opened up and hadn’t been saved to his hard drive yet. Needless to say, you fucked up.

You ran out of the room. Your chest tightened and before you knew it you were in the lounge with tears uncontrollably streaming down your face. Shit… fuck… why did I do that? Why am I so stupid! I’m so selfish and now look at what I’ve done! I could have just talked to him! He has been improving! Why am I so goddamn needy! You sat there for a few minutes, trying to compose yourself again. Your mind was torn between trying to defend or blaming yourself. All you knew now was that Idia was angry. It was the first time you had seen him that way. A sick part of you was actually happy to see him so worked up over you, it was the most reaction you’d gotten out of him this whole time, but at what cost? You didn’t actually want to see him upset.

After what seemed like forever you knew you had to face your boyfriend and be an adult. So, you got out of your chair and began taking slow steps back to his room. The door was open, so you went inside.

The temperature alone made you sweat. Your anxiety wasn’t helping. Was he the one really making the place so warm?

You gulped, but it felt like something was caught in your throat. You didn’t have the gall to say anything, pacing carefully towards his desk, but you noticed he wasn’t there. You mustered your courage to try and whisper his name but before you could a hand slammed onto the desk from behind pinning you into place.

“You’re bold, I’ll give you that.” You heard Idia speak before turning around where you were standing to see him over you.

“To have you walk back in here so soon after making such a big mistake, Y/N.” He takes the tip of your chin with his fingers to give you a gentle, consoling kiss. “Sweet Y/N. I know immediately after making your mistake you realized what you’d done.” He can’t help but give a cynical grin. “Yes, I could see it in your face… my, how poor and sweet it was. I should have taken a picture! It was so endearing, after what you did, I hate to admit it but I would LOVE to see it again.”

His other hand slammed onto the desk, making you jump a little at the loud noise where you now stood completely cornered.

“I know I’m not the best boyfriend— in fact, sometimes I can’t even believe I have you. I mean, look at you, you’re so utterly… perfect.” The words rolled off his tongue sadistically as he continued staring you down. “And I’m a pathetic loser. An antisocial freak. Who would ever want me? Right… right?” He leaned in closer to you, feeling his hot breath tickle your skin. “But you came along and by the God’s I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you. As kind, as funny, as considerate. Do you know how fucking good you are.” His obviously irritated tone pierced your ears like daggers but the words he said made butterflies in your stomach.

You weren’t sure what to feel. Idia had never complimented you like this before. All the showering of affection was sending mixed singles in your head. Did I really have to do something so terrible to get such praise? Is he messing with me?

Indeed, your actions had changed something in Idia’s head. He realized that he had taken you for granted and that his antisocial tendencies were compromising his relationship. What you did was a wake-up call for him, albeit a very poor one.

In your confused daze you felt Idia’s face bury into your neck. Wait, what the hell is he doing? You didn’t realize it but you were feeling more than just fear and worry. With the way he had pinned you down against the desk he actually managed to turn you on a bit. You’d never seen him so assertive before and with the way he was taunting you it was almost hypnotizing.

“Idia” You mutter, feeling him breathe down your sensitive skin. You press your legs against each other after feeling a familiar tingle starting to grow inside you.

“Idia, I’m sorry.” You manage to apologize before feeling him bite down on you. You instinctively wince in pain before your fingers dig into the desk.

Look at how she instantly melts beneath me despite the situation being against her. Gods… I really am so mad I could fuck her like this. How is she so hot even after making such a big fuck-up.

“Your apology isn’t enough, princess. Since you wanted my attention so badly, it’s all yours now. And you’re gonna pay me back with it dearly.” He hissed into your neck before starting to suck on the spot he knew would make you mewl. Idia had made mental notes of every little place on your body which would make you turn primal.

“Idia—mmm b-babe please— what the hell is wrong with you.” You protested but the way your body contorted gave a different message; your back arched to feel his weight against you.

“I can’t hear you. Speak up.” He taunted again. You already knew his teeth had left very obvious marks on your skin, but the way his hot lips ran against your neck made you think of only a single thing.

“Idia.” Another failed protest left your lips. There was not much point in trying to talk sense into this man. All you were hoping for is that whatever comes next doesn’t hurt too badly. After all, you deserved it.

“Yes, my love?” His face met yours again as lidded yellow eyes looked down at you examining your features. “You look excited.” His knee went up to rub against your clothed womanhood. “Are you enjoying this?” His hand snaked back to squeeze your ass. “Do you like your boyfriend when he’s mad?” He kept tormenting you. “Is that why you pissed me off? You’re one selfish little princess, do you know that?” Idia’s other hand made its way to the other side of your ass before he thrusted your hips towards his body so you rub against his knee again. “tsk, so needy. Begging me for attention all the time. And when you don’t get it you throw a fucking tantrum. I should have fucked you into content a while ago.” With every word he kept giving your ass an even tighter squeeze before a hand slid lower to the back of your thigh where his thumb began rubbing circles.

You were already speechless by his complete change in behavior. A part of you even wanted to protest at his crude remarks, but you couldn’t deny every second of this was making you even wetter and lightheaded. Yes, you wanted him to fuck you into content, you wanted him to abuse your mind and body like this. You needed it, like the needy bitch he knew you were. What an awful combination, you thought, an attention whore like you chasing after a man like him. Maybe this was just part of the thrill now that you have what you wanted.

“I hope you realize what you’ve gotten yourself into.” He warned before attacking your lips. His eyes didn’t leave yours for a second, he wanted you to know that you shouldn’t take his passivity for granted. His sharp teeth pried your lips open where his tongue made its way forcefully into your mouth. The way his hungry lips lecherously sucked onto yours made you audibly moan in the back of your throat sending a smirk upon Idia’s lips that you could almost feel. You grabbed the collar of his sweater desperately to leverage yourself against him while his hands supported you from behind. You could feel how satisfied he was with himself by the way he handled you so roughly. While he continued kissing you both his hands wrapped around your thighs and lifted you off the ground suddenly. Your shot your eyes open at the loss of balance before flailing your arms to wrap around him tightly by the neck.

“Idia!” You yelped, face red from desire and panic.

“You have no idea how much I love it when you say my name.” He chuckled, carrying you to the bed and laying you on your back while he continued to hover over you. He cradled your body between his knees. Compared to your frame he was much bigger, his hair beautifully splayed against his back and reaching the floor. You watched your boyfriend, lustful eyes taking in the irresistible sight of him above you. Idia began slowly undoing the buttons to your pants, almost teasingly, not breaking that eye contact with you. He wanted you to see him, see the way he treated you, see the way his hands moved on your body.

After barring your legs he leaned in closer to kiss the tops of your ankles, working his way up peppering you in sweet kisses before reaching your thighs. He gave another painful bite. You tried holding yourself together, warm pain radiating from the spot. His lips began sucking and teasing against the skin near your cunt. Idia wanted to torture you, It was payback. He enjoyed the sight of your wet panties so close to his face. He could almost smell it. The cool air hitting the wet fabric and the way Idia was tormenting you made you close your thighs instinctively. But the way your legs squeezed against his head made him nearly lose his composure then and there. “Don’t choke me just yet.” he mumbled under his breath. Idia rose back up to meet your face for another hungry kiss.

His hand slid beneath your top, caressing the skin of your waist and then snaking up to grope you through your bra. You felt so soft underneath his fingers, everything about you was intoxicating to him. He took his time playing with your breasts. It was one of his favorite parts of your body. He released the passionate kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two. His lips were parted and panting, the rise and fall of his chest matching with the hot breaths you felt on your face from him. He noticed how red and swollen your lips were from the way he had bullied you, rubbing his thumb against your lower lip in satisfaction. Your entire face was covered in a deep blush, the way you looked at him could only be described as dirty.

I wish I could take a picture of her like this.

Idia wasted no time in ripping your flimsy shirt off. You were wearing a sexy bra just for an occasion like this. You never expected it to come true, but here you were at his mercy. The way it complimented your skin and perked your boobs up to look so full made Idia stare shamelessly.

“Fuck this, I have to.”

He took his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of your body in an instant movement, before you could protest. He threw the phone and his own hoodie aside before leaning back into you.

“I knew you were dirty but walking around dressed like this… who knew my girlfriend was such a little slut. Unfortunately this has to go though…”

He ripped the bra off too.

This man owed you a shopping spree after ruining your clothes like this.

You had never shown this much of yourself to him, instinctively wrapping your arms around your breasts.

“You don’t get to cover up after making me come this far, princess.” His voice was huskier than before, deep and silken, you were completely overtaken by how hot this man could get.

Idia leaned down to leave a kiss under your chin, his hand coming up to slowly pry your arms open as his head made its way lower.

He couldn’t help but glance over before kissing the tops of your breasts. Should have taken another picture. His lips left dark bruises all over your sensitive mounds before he slowly ran his tongue between your boobs. You were shamelessly moaning at the attention he was giving you. Every touch was euphoric, especially the way he sucked and teased at your buds with his mouth.

“How could you possibly hide this from me? Look at you. I think I’ll make it a rule to take off your clothes every time you come over. What do you think?” You rolled your eyes, continuing to play with the strands of hair you had in your hand. At this point the hard-on in his pants was straining painfully against his sweats as you felt him grind against you needily.

After he had his fill with your chest Idia slid down lower to come face-to-face with your cunt.

“I should taste you.”

You swear you felt your heart stop for a moment. He started palming you, tracing the lines of your cunt with his finger before shamelessly digging his face into your pussy and taking a deep inhale. Your body jerked in response which earned another satisfied look from his face. “This is mine.” His finger moved the fabric aside to expose your bare lips. “But that doesn’t excuse you from being a bad little girl.” He hummed before sliding his tongue from your entrance to your clit.

Your legs convulsed, but Idia grabbed them and viciously pinned them down against the bed, stopping you from moving. “Nuh-uh, You can’t just enjoy this. I have to discipline you. The heir to the underworld can’t be so forgiving.” He went back to eagerly tasting you. The sloshing noises of his tongue against your folds had you biting your lips in fervor.

“Fuck… Idia… ahh-”

“What is it baby? Is there something you want to say? I think the way your cute little pussy is creaming for me says everything I need to know. Look at how you’re enjoying this, heh.” He kept his actions slow and sensual which was driving you mad.

You took the bundle of hair that was in your hand and tugged on it, pushing his head deeper into your cunt.

“Fuck me already…” your voice quivered. Idia suddenly stopped. “Haven’t you learned by now, my love, you're not the one here making demands. I’m in control, I rule over you, and you're going to behave exactly how I want you to.” He seethed between his teeth while continuing to lap up your juices.

“This simply won't do.” The way he was attacking your cunt already had a knot growing in your stomach. “You need better discipline.” His mouth instantly stopped before you noticed him rising from his position.

“Babe, please.” You whimpered trying to get him to go back to eating your pussy. “I promise I’ll be good, please.” Continuing to shamelessly beg. Your desperation hit Idia’s ears like sweet honey.

“Keep begging.” He took your wrists and latched you onto the bed. You had never even seen the leather cuffs he had attached to the bedpost. Were they always there? This man just kept surprising you.

“Idia?” You look up to see your confined wrists.

He pulled something else out from under his bed. It was a black rope.

How did I never notice before. You looked carefully at the way he wrapped your body, it was so sensual. The rope rubbed and fastened against your skin tightly, certain to leave marks later. He lastly took your ankles and tied them to each end of the bed, the way he spread you out was like straight porn. You already felt your cunt forming a pool of liquid on the sheets underneath you. He looked at you like this. It was unbearable for him. He didn’t know how many times he’d have to ruin you to satiate him. How many wet dreams he’s had just like this, and now he finally gets to live them out. His last little surprise was a gag he forced into your mouth and a vibrator he had secretly made for you which he put into your ass.

“Mmm I’ll get to fuck this hole too later, just be patient, princess, okay?” He whispered while inserting the vibrator in.

“Just follow me like a good girl and everything will be fine.” His assurances fell on deaf ears. With the way he had you, you knew this man was about to make you see stars.

His hair, his face, those clouded eyes; You gazed at his torso, how defined his abdomen was. The way his skin glistened from a layer of sweat that had formed over his body from his heart-throbbing lust had you wishing you could lick every drop of it off him.

Idia had dimmed the lights to the room, where you could barely see anything. Your inability to speak, your confinements and the low rumbling feeling from your core had your senses at peak height.

You felt fingers brush across your abdomen. Your body twitched in excitement at every interaction.

“You know it’s actually quite cold in the underworld.”

Then his hands greedily made their way up to your neck, long nimble fingers perfectly wrapping around your supple skin.

“But I can make it unbearably hot.”

His other hand squeezed your thigh, before you felt a weight shift onto the bed where he hovered over you, hardly visible, the outline of his bare body positioned perfectly over you.

“Oh, yes, I’m going to make you feel those flames of hell.”

He took his anger out by thrusting himself into you without warning; his body jerked in a way that made every muscle in your body reflexively tense at the sudden jolt, filling you with more pain than pleasure. You bit down hard on the gag, tears forming at the corners of your eyes while your hands grabbed onto their cuffs.

He slowly pulled out, only to slam back in again.

His pace continued like this.

You were practically screaming, not that it was very coherent with his hand still around your neck. Was this man trying to kill you? Maybe he was trying to take your soul.

“Mmmm princess you have no idea how good you look like this.”

He glared at you, saliva and tears running down your face, tits bouncing to the motion of his hips, your thighs uncontrollably flexing, your walls squeezing him so tight he would have trouble pulling out.

Selfish little pussy trying to milk me so soon— hngh— she’s so good… Gods she’s so good.

His ferocious thrusts had your orgasm growing in minutes, but he wouldn’t let you have that satisfaction. Everytime he felt you getting close, he would stop all motion. You were unraveling into a helpless puddle of lust with the way your pussy had drenched everything under you, including his cock. Your hips subconsciously grinding against the air for a desperate sweet release when he would leave you. You could hear him chuckle at the pathetic site. You weren’t just humiliated, but completely subordinated to his power.

“Tell me what you want.” Idia tried hiding the growl in his voice, but there was no denying he was as animalistic as you.

All you could do was yell and whimper through the gag. He knew you couldn’t talk, but seeing you like this was ecstasy for him. He knew once everything was over you might just kill him for the way he was messing with you.

“I think I know… you want this, right?”

He moved back into you. Another deep moan left your lips as nodded at his gesture, trying to close your thighs to trap him in his place.

Idia was starting to pity you, grinding his hips, he eventually fastened his pace again. The sound of slapping skin and disgruntled moans had you two now selfishly chasing your highs.

He fucked you even harder than before as he felt himself getting closer. His cock was more than enough for you, your breath hitching with the size and inhuman pace.

You felt the feeling in your stomach reach its climax, spasming, back arching through the confines of your rope, arms pulling and tugging over the cuffs, legs trying to flail. Idia felt your hot slick drown his dick inside your walls, before continuing to pound into you.

He wasn’t stopping or slowing, bringing you into overstimulation, within minutes you felt another round of knots grow inside your nether-regions before you came again. This time you squirted on him while he had pulled out, some of your fluids shooting onto his chest, dripping down to his abs. His finger ran over his body to take a bit of your cum and taste it.

“Can you do that again?” His signature smirk plastered onto his face.

He went back to fucking you. Again, and again. After you had climaxed about four times he felt himself getting closer to orgasm, burying his cock deep inside you to release his seed.

The feeling of his hot liquid in you was like mercy, a Hail Mary. You were so ruined your brain couldn’t think, your body was shaking, your core twitching and fluttering, aching to have him back in you but your legs couldn’t even move anymore. Both of your chests were heaving for air; Idia ran his hands through his hair which was damp with sweat as he took a moment to compose himself. He admired the way your pussy was absolutely filled to the brim with his cum and leaking. With the way he had abused your cunt he was convinced you wouldn’t be able to walk for at least a week. After all, this experience gave him valuable information about your endurance as a human. But still you took him so well, he thought.

He took the gag from your mouth, jaw aching, closing for the first time in what seemed like hours. Idia placed a tender kiss on your lips to comfort you.

But he was still not quite content.

“You have to keep this in you, okay?” he cooed in your ear before gently fixing a strand of hair.

Idia placed something inside your cunt, it was another vibrator. He buried it in like a plug to keep all his cum inside.

“I-Idia… enough… Idia…” You plead before it turned on in sync with the one in your ass.

The fatigue you felt in your body was so overwhelming you struggled to even keep your eyes open, but the sudden wave of new pleasure had you practically crying in an overstimulated frenzy.

Indeed you had learned to never upset this man again.

“I think you should stay like this for a bit, while I go work on the files I lost because of you. Is that okay, princess? I think it is. After all, it would be a shame for me to let you go like this so soon.”

Your eyes shot back open at the statement. “Idia! I- s-stop this… please… Idia. Idia… Idia!” your voice echoing through the room while Idia left your presence to go sit at his laptop nonchalantly, ignoring you.

You tried yelling his name again, but they came out more as moans than anything else. How many times have you climaxed already? You stuttered and whined, but the way you kept writhing on his bed and begging him to come back made him not want to stop anytime soon.

“If you keep behaving like this, I might come back… but no guarantee we’ll be ending things when I do, princess.”

#idia headcanons #twst idia #idia shroud #twisted wonderland idia #idia smut #idia x reader #ignihyde #twsted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twisted #disney twist #twisted wonderland #idia x yuu

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vynegar · 2 years ago

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vyn rainy pickup SSR, part one & two

it’s been far too long (almost a year and a half!!) since my last vyn translation :’) so i figured i should live up to my blog name again. also, it feels fitting to pick this card to translate, since in some ways it reminds me of his RRG card that i translated.

disclaimer: this is a fan translation and i am not fluent in chinese, so keep in mind that there will be mistakes. feel free to let me know if you have questions, concerns, or comments.

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Title: Downpour (雨漫驰想)

[PART ONE]

[0:01] Bedroom

In the dark night, the slender stem and leaves of the potted plant on the windowsill swayed with the evening breeze. Vyn stood up to close the window, then shifted the plant further inside the room. The worry in his expression was clear as he looked at the yellowed edges of its leaves.

MC: The sutang flower still hasn't gotten better?*

Vyn: No... First its flowering period was delayed, now its leaves are starting to yellow. I worry that if we do not find the reason soon, this flower will wither.

Not long ago, Vyn obtained a precious sutang flower. It was an ornamental plant with flowers that glow silvery-white at nighttime due to a luminescent substance contain in it. The higher the price of the sutang, the more dazzling it is when it blooms. That should have also been the case for the one that Vyn obtained...

Vyn: Earlier I asked some botanist friends of mine, and they all said that there is no issue with how we are caring for it. Currently... I cannot think of any solutions either.

MC: (Is that really all we can do..)

Vyn had been putting so much effort into growing the sutang that I couldn't bear seeing him disappointed. A familiar address suddenly flashed through my mind. An idea struck me, and I subconsciously grabbed Vyn's sleeve.

MC: How about we ask a master florist to take a look?

Vyn: A master florist?

MC: That's right. They may not have as much theoretical knowledge as botanists, but from their years of experience growing plants... They might be able to find the key to why our sutang flower is unwell.

Vyn looked down at the sutang flower, his fingers gently brushing the yellowed leaves. He hesitated for a bit, but finally nodded.

Vyn: Alright. I will have someone find...

MC: No need! I know where to find one.

I winked at Vyn, purposefully keeping him in suspense. He gave a helpless smile, then played along with a puzzled expression of his own.

Vyn: Where is it?

MC: Four-Gate Loop Marketplace.

[1:37] Four-Gate Loop Marketplace

The next day, Vyn and I brought the sutang flower with us to Four-Gate Loop Marketplace.

MC: It's so lively...

The entire marketplace encircled an artificial lake in the center, forming the shape of a ring. At each of four sides was a large gate. Near the entrance, a number of shops had stalls set up along the path. The wide road seemed to be packed with crowds of people moving back and forth.

Vyn: I think I have guessed why it is called Four-Gate Loop Marketplace.

MC: Pretty unique, right? This used to be a really famous florist market, but now it’s become a marketplace for all kinds of things.

Vyn: Have you been here before?

MC: No, I've only heard of it. Afterwards, we can take this chance to browse around. But is it always so lively here... Ah!

Someone pushed past me from behind and caused me to stumble for a moment. Fortunately, Vyn was quick enough to catch me. That person turned back to apologize then hurried away. Vyn frowned slightly, pulling me in closer to him.

Vyn: Are you okay?

MC: I'm fine...

I was interrupted again by a burst of enthusiastic applause from the side, which I couldn't help but look toward. It turned out to be a stall vendor who was attracting customers. He had drawn in a number of people, making the path even more crowded.

MC: This is too much...

Vyn: There are too many people here. It will not help if we are stuck here. Fortunately this method of attracting customers does continue for very long, so the crowds will begin moving again soon. Come here –

Vyn tugged me, and I followed him up onto some steps. Having finally freed ourselves from the throng of people, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Vyn: Let us take a break. We can continue later.

MC: Okay.

Even though the temperature in spring wasn't very high, we were already covered in a thin layer of sweat. I handed a tissue to Vyn. After wiping his sweat, he crumpled the tissue in his fingers, rubbing it subconsciously. That sheet of tissue was twisted until it was all wrinkled, then quickly smoothed out again – a motion that Vyn kept repeating.

MC: (What's up with Vyn? Come to think of it, he rarely comes to places like this... Is he not used to it?)

Vyn: What are you thinking?

MC: Oh! …Nothing, just curious what that group of people is looking at.

Vyn: We can take a look at it when we walk past.

As he spoke, Vyn turned slightly, his face impassive as he avoided the person getting up onto the steps next to him.

MC: No it's okay, let's just find the florist.

Once some of the people had moved, we crossed the path to the entrance and finally got inside of Four-Gate Loop Marketplace. The florist area was right nearby. It was the most brightly-colored place in the whole market, with various plants organized and arranged by type. My gaze was drawn toward several white flowers.

MC: Vyn, aren't these sutang flowers? They seem to be growing pretty well.

I plucked a flower from the bucket and handed it to Vyn. He glanced at it and nodded.

Vyn: It is indeed a sutang flower. However, these flowers have not been grown carefully enough.

MC: Huh? Why do you say that?

The unique scent of sutang flowers was in the air. Layers of white petals swayed, some speckles faintly visible on them, their outer edges gently curling outwards.

Vyn: Because there are almost no speckles on the petals of these sutang flowers.

MC: Speckles?

Vyn: Yes. Those are the luminescent substance of sutang flowers, as well as the source of their nighttime glow. Providing a favorable environment and ample nutrients... Meticulous care can help sutang flowers accumulate this luminescent substance and ultimately create the effect of the silvery nighttime glow.

MC: I see.

???: ...

A young woman chuckled nearby. Vyn and I turned to see the shopkeeper watching us with an expression full of amusement.

[END PART ONE]

[PART TWO]

[4:48] Four-Gate Loop Marketplace

The shopkeeper sized us up, her gaze landing on the sutang flower in Vyn’s hands.

MC: Is something the matter?

Flower shopkeeper: This gentleman knows quite a lot about sutang flowers.

Vyn: My apologies. We are growing them too, so I could not help but talk about it.

Flower shopkeeper: That's alright. Everything you said was true.

Vyn: I heard that because sutang flowers are difficult to grow, many flower shops do not sell them.

Flower shopkeeper: That's right. Cultivating the bioluminescent substances is of course very challenging. If you don't focus on that though, the costs of growing this flower aren't particularly high. In addition, unlike that single sutang flower you're holding... The sutang flowers that we sell come from a field. The flower growers there aren't able to put painstaking care into every flower.

Vyn: I just thought it was a bit of a shame. After all, the value of a sutang flower is reflected in its luminescence.

MC: Still, these flowers are blooming with such vitality, look...

I took Vyn's wrist and pointed towards the sutang flowers, whose white petals were shining a pale gold under the warm spring sunshine. The petals that were ordinary in the shade became especially showy in the sunlight. Vyn didn't reply, only giving a noncommital smile.

Flower shopkeeper: Yes, these sutang flowers have been growing very well. It seems like your girlfriend really likes them. Why don't you buy her a bouquet?

Vyn: Buying her flowers...

Vyn slowly twirled the stem of the flower as he seemed to consider the shopkeeper's suggestion. Feeling the silent atmosphere, I took the flower from Vyn and put it back, then waved my hand at the shopkeeper rather apologetically.

MC: There's no need, we already have a sutang flower. Also, we still have other things to do.

A look of surprise flashed across Vyn's eyes. I snuck a wink at him, indicating that he didn't need to worry. The shopkeeper nodded in understanding and didn't try to sell any more.

MC: Oh right, do you know where we could find an experienced florist nearby?

Flower shopkeeper: That would have to be Master Zhou. Look, he's right over there.

We looked in the direction the shopkeeper was pointing at and saw a wooden door. After thanking her, Vyn and I left the flower shop.

[6:37] Cabin

A little while later, we found Master Zhou, who warmly welcomed us into a small room. Vyn placed the sutang flower on the table. Its stem was drooping, still not showing any signs of improvement.

Master Zhou: Ah, a sutang flower. It's in good condition, it just looks a little dull and lifeless. How do you guys normally grow flowers?

Vyn: With air humidity at roughly 73% and nine hours of low sunlight every day. However, we mainly use a grow lamp in place of natural light. Also...

Master Zhou: Alright alright... I think I get it.

Master Zhou interrupted Vyn, his expression slightly mystified. He turned the flowerpot left and right, carefully studying the plant's condition. Then, he took a pinch of soil and rubbed it between his fingers.

Master Zhou: This soil seems different.

Vyn: Yes, it is artificial soil for growing. This improved soil has the exact proportions of nutrients that plants need, to be more conducive to their growth. I specially switched the soil in order to help the sutang flowers grow better.

MC: Yeah, we've tried using this artificial soil when growing other plants and it's very effective.

The more Master Zhou hears of our explanation, the deeper he frowns.

Master Zhou: Hold on, isn't that the problem?

Vyn: What?

Master Zhou: You guys are growing the flowers too carefully. These luminescent sutang are precious, but they're not delicate. They'll grow great in their natural growing conditions, with just a few essential nutrients added in. Forget about anything else. Just follow my advice, switch this soil.

Master Zhou straightforwardly listed out the problems without giving us a chance to interject. I snuck a glance at Vyn, who was silently staring at a bit of mud staining the edge of the flowerpot.

MC: Master Zhou, we...

Vyn: Then we shall switch the soil. Master Zhou, do you have regular soil here?

Just as I was about to explain, Vyn interrupted me. I looked at him in surprise.

Master Zhou: Of course we do. Hold on, I'll go get it for you guys.

Vyn: Thank you very much.

Once Master Zhou left the parlor, I shook Vyn's arm.

MC: Why did you suddenly agree to switch the soil? I know that's what Master Zhou said, but the soil might not be the issue.

Vyn: Because I suddenly remembered a characteristic of sutang flowers that is often overlooked.

MC: What characteristic?

Vyn: They typically begin producing new flower buds in the winter, surviving and sustaining new life in the bitter cold. Just as Master Zhou said, they are not delicate. I wanted to let it avoid all possible dangers, and perhaps because of that, they lost their former immunity. Changing the soil is not a bad thing. I want to try it.

MC: Then later, should we ask Master Zhou about how to care for them?

The warm yellow light in the parlor concealed the yellow at the edges of the sutang leaves. At first glance, they were green and full of vitality. Resting his hand against the edge of the wooden table, Vyn thought for a moment, then shook his head.

Vyn: Master Zhou prefers to go with nature, only giving plants the necessary nutrients and care. That is fine for normal sutang flowers... But for luminescent sutang, human intervention is needed. I will not give up on that part.

MC: I see...

Vyn: Relax. I’ll adjust its care depending on the specific circumstances. I guarantee you will see their nighttime glow.

MC: Okay, I trust you.

As we were talking, Master Zhou returned to the parlor with the soil.

Master Zhou: I've brought the soil.

Vyn: Let us switch it.

With Master Zhou's help, we successfully switched the soil.

MC: Thank you so much, Master Zhou.

Master Zhou: Don't be so formal! If you have any problems in the future, feel free to come ask me.

Vyn: Alright. We shall be taking our leave now.

Vyn was about to pack up the sutang flower, but Master Zhou stopped him.

Master Zhou: Aren't you going to browse around here? These few days just happen to be the annual spring gathering. It's not normally this lively.

MC: Spring gathering?

My interest was piqued, but I quickly remembered how Vyn looked, twisting that ball of tissue, and I hesitated.

MC: Nevermind... There are too many people here today.

Vyn: It is fine. Thank you for your kind invitation, Master Zhou. We will browse around.

Master Zhou: That's right, now you two go on and enjoy yourselves.

Before I could react, Master Zhou stuffed a visitor's map into my hands and pushed us out of the room.

[END PART TWO]

[PART THREE]

*The flower in this card is called a 素棠 (sùtáng) flower, which as far as I can tell is fictional. The first part of its name probably refers to its white color, the second part is a character that appears in plant names such as 海棠 (hǎitáng, Chinese flowering apple)

or 棠梨 (tánglì, birchleaf pear).

#tears of themis #vyn richter #TOT Vyn #mo yi #tot translation

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pearl484-blog · 1 year ago

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Delightful Destruction

Adrien asks to see Plagg’s true form My entry for Adrien AUGreste 2023: Plagg

Ao3 link, Series

“Hey, Plagg,” Adrien called, looking at a video on his computer. “This ghost thing kinda looks like you.”

Plagg peered over Adrien’s shoulder as he relished the taste of a particularly delicious wheel of camembert. Huh, that was a cat spirit, a decently strong one too, from the looks of it. It wasn’t quite as well formed as him. Its tiny black body was mostly a head with tiny little bat wings, and its eyes were purple instead of his ravishing green, but he could see the resemblance.

Then, having fed off enough fear from the civilians nearby, it transformed. Its wings grew to massive lengths and grew to four. Its face morphed from a simple fear to a pig nosed muzzle, and its main body became long and sleek like a panther’s.

“Oh,” Adrien said, frowning. “It doesn’t anymore.”

“Puh-lease,” Plagg remarked, lifting his nose up away from that pathetic transformation, “my true form is much cooler than that.

Immediately, Adrien sat up straight, looking at Plagg in undisguised awe. “You have a true form?” Adrien asked.

“Of course I do,” Plagg said, grinning smugly as he revealed in the attention his chosen was giving him. He nonchalantly swallowed a roll of camembert whole as he smugly asked, “What, did you think those ghosts could be cooler than me? Trust me,” Plagg swept his paw through the air in a dismissive gesture, “compared to me, those ghosts are just the very beginnings of curdled milk. It would take them millenia to even be a fraction as smart or as powerful as I am.”

“Wait,” Adrien cocked his head, looking at Plagg in an adorable level of confusion, “why don’t you ever use it then?”

“Because it’s huge,” Plagg said, rolling his eyes. “And if you think my powers are tricky in this size, it’s nothing compared to my true self. Honestly, I could probably destroy the entire Milky Way on accident like that.”

“Oh,” Adrien said softly. “I guess that makes sense.”

Plagg hummed, eyeing Adrien carefully. It didn’t take a genius to see Adrien’s disappointment. His wielder wasn’t subtle about his emotions. How anyone could miss them was beyond Plagg, but showing someone his true form was a big deal. Most people only ever wanted to see it before they demanded that he fuse with Tikki to make reality bend to whatever stupid wish they wanted. Adrien though…

Plagg genuinely believed that Adrien might just want to see it. He was curious like that, always grabbing and reaching for whatever scraps of knowledge Plagg handed out to him, and his wielder was clever too.

At first, Plagg had given Adrien the tiniest scraps of information to tease him, offering only a small taste of information to see his tiny little human mind get blown, but after a month or so, Adrien would surprise him by casually mentioning things to Plagg that he’d never even said out loud before, had never even needed to.

For instance, after a few weeks of listening to Adrien drone on and on about his sickeningly sweet crush on Ladybug, Plagg had once again given his excellent cheese advice only for Adrien to counter that Plagg had never been in love. Or after Plagg had introduced the idea that he’d had many wielders before, it had only taken Adrien about 3 weeks to complain about how he couldn’t transform into a cat like Bast had.

From then on, it had become a game of sorts. Plagg would drop some little seed of information every so often, and Adrien would counter it by bringing up some surprisingly insightful tangential guesses about it with the surety of someone who’d known it for years. Sometimes he was wrong, hilariously wrong, like the time he’d thought Loki was a fox, but most of the time, his wielder was right on the money.

Plagg had let a lot of secrets go this way. He knew he’d dropped far too many hints for his own good, but it was so satisfying to watch his little human grow and figure out things so quickly and easily. In fact, for the first time in a long time, Plagg felt like he trusted his wielder. So maybe, he could try something.

“Do you want to see it?” Plagg asked cautiously. Immediately, Adrien lit up like a Christmas tree, but he hesitated.

Biting his lip, Adrien hesitantly asked, “But didn’t you say it was dangerous?”

Plagg gave him an easy grin and waved his paw dismissively. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “We’ll just have to find someplace big enough to hold me without anyone seeing us, and I’ll just need to avoid using my powers. No big deal.” Then he paused before quickly adding, “But, just in case, I can’t stay in that form for too long.” As Adrien nodded, he quickly added, “and it’s just the one time.”

Adrien hummed, before he grinned. “I think I know a place. Plagg! Claws Out!” ~*~ As it turned out, Adrien’s place was one of the cisterns in the sewer. It was hardly conspicuous. Both Ladybug and Chat Noir had hidden near a number of these several times,but Plagg was a little worried he wouldn’t be able to fit.

Apparently, Adrien had the same idea, because he looked at it nervously as he asked, “Is it big enough?”

As Plagg listened to Adrien’s voice, he cursed his soft heart. As soon as he heard that tone in Adrien’s voice, Plagg knew, as clearly as he knew that pasteurized cheese was a crime against humanity, that if it wasn’t big enough, his wielder would blame himself. He was weirdly self-conscious like that: eager to blame himself at the slightest opportunity. Plagg blamed his stupid father for that, and Ladybug’s stupid obsession with secrets hadn’t been helping.

“Yeah, it’s big enough,” Plagg said, quickly to assuage Adrien’s doubt. For Adrien, Plagg would find a way for it to be big enough.

Quickly, he coached Adrien through the spell. “In order to do this,” Plagg told him, “you’re going to have to say, ‘Plagg, reveal yourself’. It’ll be a bit like transforming, but the magic’s not going towards you, it’s going away, so you’re going to have to be forceful, but not too forceful or we’ll bring this place down.”

Adrien nodded before following Plagg’s instructions to a tee. Feeling the bindings on his smaller form loosen, Plagg stretched his form out very carefully, making sure not to touch the ceiling or the water. He’d only be a fraction of his normal size like this, but he figured that Adrien would still be able to see all of his features.

As soon as he was finished, Plagg looked back at Adrien with all three of his eyes to find Adrien with eyes the size of dinner plates and beaming like the cat who caught the canary.

“You look so cool,” Adrien gushed. “And look at those wings! They look just like Astrocat’s. And that eye! Can I have an eye like that? Can you see out of it? What does it look like? Does it look like it does with only two eyes or can you see in other dimensions?”

Smiling, Plagg stretched and flexed, a strange feeling coming from his chest as Adrien oohed and awed at every new thing he noticed about Plagg, asking dozens and dozens of questions in barely contained glee. Adrien delighted in everything: from the realization that his body was covered in eyes, “can you see from all of them?” to Plagg’s disembodied joints “how far can they move?” to the giant hole in his chest, “can I touch it?”

Plagg had to admit, he let time slip away from them as Adrien admired Plagg. At first from the ground, but after Adrien asked to be picked up, from up close. There was something so simple, so joyful in being marveled at instead of being used as just half of a battery.

Together, he and Adrien spent a few hours down there until Adrien had started getting tired and -very reluctantly- suggested they go back. The next morning though, they paid for it. Adrien had come down with a cold, one of the nastiest that Nathalie had ever seen apparently, and Plagg had felt terrible.

As soon as Plagg apologized though, in his own way, Adrien shook his head.

“It was worth it,” Adrien insisted through a faceful of snot and mucus, and Plagg nuzzled him happily. He knew he must’ve been the luckiest kwami in the world.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #fanfic #adrien agreste #fanfiction #adrienaugust #adrienaugreste #plagg #miraculous plagg #ml plagg #recreation spoilers #plagg true form #fluff #adrien augreste 2023

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moccahobi · 3 months ago

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A Fae's Brew To Take You Away [Chapter 27]

Summery: Photography: Taehyung loves it. Specifically he loves film photography. He even spent an entire day hiking and taking photos in a meadow (there was a woman there at first but she left soon after). For Y/n though, Taehyung’s trip to the meadow was the start of something bad. Something real bad.

Pairings: Taehyung (BTS) x Reader, Yoongi (BTS) x Hoseok (BTS)

Rating: Teens and up

Chapter warnings: n/a

Series warnings (I update as I figure more stuff out): horror, injury, threats, character death, major angst, emotional distress, alcohol, verbal fight, anxiety

Word Count: 1.9k words

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Fae AU!, College AU!

Tag list: @youarejesting, @i-am-moonchild, @oddinary4bts

Chapter 23 >> Masterlist

A/N: Final chapter!!! After 5+ years of posting! I intend to write a reflection on it soon. Hehe. Thank you all for joining me on this journey.

Taehyung rushed quickly back to their apartment, his heart leaping in his chest as he rushed to get the frozen sweets to the party celebrating Y/n and Seokjin’s “birthdays”. The six (Taehyung, Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, Seokjin, and Y/n) somehow managed to find three apartments neighboring eachother a few months ago and were excitedly taking advantage of how close they all were. It wasn’t uncommon for Y/n to make breakfast for those with early shifts or classes (something that Taehyung went to even when he didn’t have an early shift). Jungkook would host late night cramming sessions that Taehyung would vehemently protest before and subtly offer snacks during. Namjoon tried to start a book club but Seokjin seemed to be the only person who was interested in something like that.

Stuff seemed to look up for everyone after the move and Taehyung couldn’t be happier about it. Y/n and Seokjin got jobs, Yoongi was close to graduating, Namjoon had a new (albeit boring) research project, Jungkook was preparing for his first semester back from his medical leave, and Taehyung was back to photographing (mostly Y/n). People were recovering and it made Taehyung happy to see. Jungkook and Namjoon had even started playing video games again! The two even started a game that Taehyung had gotten with the hope of starting with Jungkook but Namjoon and him seemed to have started it. After the initial disappointment, it made Taehyung’s day. Jungkook was so distant from Namjoon for so long and seeing them get back into activities together was refreshing.

“I see you got the samanco!”

Taehyung jumped as Y/n fell into stride with Taehyung, bumping shoulders and laughing at Taehyung’s stress.

“I did. Why are you here instead of with everyone else?” Taehyung looked over at her briefly before looking away, the beauty that shone from her heart was too much to look at for the time being.

“Seokjin is too busy wowing everyone with his cooking… little do they know how bad it will taste. Silly fae still hasn’t gotten the hang of human seasoning.”

“You still haven’t either.” Taehyung laughed and so did Y/n.

“True, but I know not to act like I do. I couldn’t watch them get so excited just to suffer. You got some wings too, right?”

“Oh shit! I knew I forgot something.”

Y/n shrugged, “I mean… I like his cooking so it won’t be a problem for me. But you humans.”

“Seokjin and you are human, you know that?” Taehyung asked, knowing that she’d get a bit sad but wanting to make sure she remembered that, hoping that she remembered that. She was human now.

“Yeah. Sometimes I still feel like a fae. I was meditating this morning and swear I almost touched my magic again. Got me so excited for what it might mean for Hoseok.”

Taehyung sighed and nodded, “Are you thinking of telling the others?”

“Just you,” She said, giving Taehyung’s stomach a bunch of tiny caterpillars that would soon form chrysalis, “I don’t want to get their hopes up. The chances of me actually being able to access that magic again is long lost, but I am exploring my options for Hoseok.”

Taehyung hummed, biting back a silly smile, “I understand. In some ways, I wonder if Hoseok not returning will be better for Yoongi hyung.”

“Possibly. I don’t think that is for us to decide.” Y/n said as she held the door to their apartment building open for Taehyung, “Now. I want to warn you, I think Seokjin and Yoongi are flirting.”

“Oh? If you’re thinking it, then I don’t doubt it.” Taehyung laughed and shook his head. He might’ve been flirting with Y/n for a while now but she never seemed to understand that… or if she did, never brought it up or took a step further (but Taehyung didn’t want to think about that).

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She looked affronted and slapped Taehyung’s arm playfully before pressing the button to call the elevator.

“Nothing.” Taehyung laughed, “It could be good if Yoongi starts dating him. Seokjin is a good guy.”

Y/n nodded, “And he’s been quite stuck in his brain after everything with Jimin.”

“Do you think either of you will be willing to share what happened with him some day?”

Y/n shook her head and though Taehyung wanted to ask more, the elevator was opening and Namjoon was there on the phone with someone from his lab. Taehyung looked around the small elevator, trying hard to not listen too deeply to Namjoon’s call, his free hand resting on the elevator railing as he leaned back against the wall. Y/n seemed to be thinking similarly, taking out her phone and opening some app, resting against the elevator wall next to Taehyung. A bit of warmth on his hand stole Taehyung’s attention and when he looked down, he saw Y/n’s hand on top of his. Warmth spread to his face and neck but he didn’t say anything, instead choosing to look around more intently, looking everywhere other than her face.

The ding of the elevator marked the end of Namjoon’s conversation and the quiet walk back to Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment where, sure enough Seokjin, Yoongi, and Jungkook were all chatting away as Seokjin plated a vibrant looking dinner. It didn’t look scary like Y/n said it would taste but after so long of eating food she’s cooked, Taehyung doesn’t doubt it. Instead, he puts the groceries away and sets the table as others talked, unaware of the soft glances Y/n was sparing to him when he wasn’t looking.

The food was… bad. It tasted like burnt chloroform. Like when Taehyung drunkenly tried to eat a leaf and shortly after had poison control’s phone number memorized. Surely that wouldn’t happen tonight but that didn’t make the food taste any more edible. Yoongi seemed suspiciously great at acting like the food was decent, showering Seokjin in praise about the vibrancy of the dish (at least he was only stretching the truth with his compliments).

The two were very likely flirting.

Would anything come from it?

Taehyung didn’t know but his mind stayed on that throughout the night as people started playing some music, barely listening to the occasional ads and updates about vacuums, recently solved missing person reports, and the latest fad accessory that “everyone needed”. He was hoping beyond hope that Yoongi and Seokjin would be able to make a relationship work, that they’d be able to quickly jump into a relationship rather than dancing around each other.

At some point in the night, Taehyung excused himself to the balcony, a much larger space than their last balcony that seemed to be just as crowded with plants as their last one. He needed a breather from all the warmth, loud noise, and building emotion. This was in some ways, their first real celebration since the… events last year and it was emotional for everyone. Out on this balcony, surrounded by all his plants and the soft sound of cars and partying people underneath, Taehyung felt himself calm down.

The sliding door squealed as someone else joined Taehyung on the balcony, Y/n.

“You know, fae have this tradition of making big life decisions around yearly events. I don’t think this is as common for humans. All the media I see seems to talk about tons of holidays and celebrations that can change person to person. I’m not used to the human world yet but I am slowly learning. This fae tradition hasn’t left me yet. I don’t know if it quite will.”

“I didn’t know that. You and Seokjin don’t often talk about the fae world much.” He said, looking at her side profile as she looked down to the people walking by.

She shrugged, “I wasn’t really part of it once I declared a potions apprenticeship and I think Seokjin doesn’t say much because of me. With how long we’ve been friends, he seems to have learned quite quickly how little I enjoy talking about it. He misses it a lot… but holds back because of me. He lost access to the fae world because of me too.”

“Maybe he doesn’t like talking about it either. He had to leave it behind as well. Besides, he didn’t need to become human to help out.”

She nodded, “True. There is some of that too.”

“See? You’re not all at fault.” Taehyung laughed quietly and smiled, hoping to cheer Y/n up a bit from her moping.

“Maybe, but you want to know a secret?”

“What?”

“I’m not too upset about what happened.” Her eyes widened before she started speaking quickly, “I mean I am! I am sad at the loss of friends and my loss of connection to the fae world and fae magic and I struggle because of all that’s happened… but if it hadn’t happened, I wouldn’t have met such amazing people, like Jungkook. I wouldn’t have found you.”

She was looking at Taehyung, emotion swirling in her eyes communicating small and silent messages of love. Were they always this close?

“I am glad I found you too. I… I am really inspired by you.” He couldn’t say it… not right now. Not when so much was already happening.

“Oh? I am honored… I really like you.” Her eyes flicked down and Taehyung’s heart leapt in his throat.

“Oh?” He cringed at the small sound that left him but couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Yeah. And… you know how I was talking about fae tradition earlier?”

He nodded.

“It’s an annual thing tonight.”

He nodded.

“Would you want to be my boyfriend?”

He nodded.

Wait.

What?

“Boyfriend?”

“Yeah. That’s something humans do right? When they like someone romantically?”

“Uh. Yes.” Taehyung’s brain wasn’t processing. How was he even supposed to? She seemed so oblivious to his moves… and was suddenly asking?

“Oh great! I thought so! I was reflecting and noticed you had done some courting things recently and figured since we reached an annual event it would be a good time to ask you out!” She looked so excited as she talked, “Oh! I even got you something.”

She ducked away, crouching down, and grabbing something, “I saw it at the store when I was shopping with Jungkook! An air plant! It smelled soooo good! I think it will fit in really well in your bedroom!”

Her eyes were shining as Taehyung gingerly accepted the small plant, its leaves curling up towards Taehyung’s heart, “Thank you.”

“So! Boyfriend?” She rocked on her feet excitedly, and Taehyung found himself laughing.

“Normally, humans date for a little before they put a label on things.” Her excited smile fell and Taehyung quickly continued, grabbing one of her hands with his free hand, “But I get that you want to respect fae tradition so I’d love to be your boyfriend.”

She jumped excitedly around the small balcony before pulling Taehyung tightly into her arms, looking at him with a large and happy smile, “Can I kiss you, boyfriend?”

Those caterpillars she’d given him earlier had somehow started bursting from the chrysalis that Taehyung hadn’t even noticed them weave, and as he nodded excitedly before leaning in, their lips touching in a soft caress, the butterflies took flight.

#wkcnet #bts fan fic #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts fan fiction #bts v x reader #bts taehyung x reader #taehyung x reader #v x reader #bts supernatural au #bts fae au #bts fairy au #bts angst #bts fluff #afbttya

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chaotic-theatrical-weaver · 2 years ago

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The “July” duet with Leon Bridges tells a different story than the original and it hurts. In this version, Leon’s speaker gets to sing verse 2 and has a rewritten chorus: “Find someone who gives you all of the things I couldn’t, I know—‘cause I keep fighting all the ways I let you down so I can stay.” When Noah's speaker comes in for "if you want me to leave, then tell me to leave, and baby, I'll go," he sings the "and baby, I'll go" with her, then repeats it on his own.

Why do these changes matter? While the original clearly depicts the speaker as suffering in an abusive relationship, this version paints a picture of two troubled people who can’t communicate and thus recontextualizes some lines in verse 1:

Perhaps “something you said” was simply Leon’s speaker pushing Noah’s away instead of a(n entirely) willful effort at being hurtful. (It also could have been something she misread as hurtful, causing her to withdraw and him to feel inadequate, but the first interpretation is deeper and sadder.)

Him “throwing back beers” may be him trying and failing to cope with his problems (that could be the case in the original, but it's more likely here).

Even the animated music video adds credence to this interpretation:

As she cries, she turns around in shock to see him in the field (she had been looking in a mirror and saw him in the reflection).

He stands in front of her with something like resignation or even disappointment/anger directed at himself in his expression, and then smiles at her briefly before returning to the resigned, disappointed, angry look.

At the end, he does manage to comfort her somewhat, but still seems to retain his sense of shame at his missteps.

What a beautiful form of storytelling--the redistribution of verse 2 and the lyric changes craft a whole new narrative, and I am here for it.

#noah cyrus #leon bridges #july noah cyrus #ellie's song analysis

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shamera · 1 year ago

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NaNo day 17

early today because it felt like a natural cut here, but i will keep writing if given the chance. I dunno if I'll finish the next scene tonight, after all.

continued from yesterday, but we'll see how far i get as this weekend is going to be really busy. but! i have a plan. a fairy tale plan. because i am that person who likes writing fairy tale aspects into stories.

i miss dfs, though. he won't appear in this story until the second arc, where he slams in aggressively through the wall like the kool aid man.

Fifteen years ago, when Fang Duobing was seven years old, the world changed.

Gates appeared in the brightest cities of the world, swirling with energy and sparking violet volts, appearing in the sky and and on the earth like globes of purple thunderclouds, large as a house.

Dozens appeared all over the world all on the same day, throwing everything into chaos. Some thought it was an attack, others lamented the destruction of places they held dear and people who went missing within the gates, and more still advented the end of times due to the arrival of the gates.

Fang Duobing personally did not remember it, as no gates appeared near him, but what he did remember was the rise of the Awakened.

People called those who fell into the gates and made it back the Hunters. They were stronger, faster, and had the stamina of olympic athletes upon return, each with an almost magical ability within their grasp. Those who returned told the story of otherworldly domains, bubbles of an alternate dimension within the gates filled with wild creatures beyond imagination. Creatures that couldn’t be harmed by any conventional means except by the hands of the Awakened. Each person returned only after a successful kill, and reported the slew of people dead who hadn’t made it.

Some managed to save groups of civilians who had gone through the experience and remained as ordinary as they were before they got pulled through a gate, seconding what had been said: for some reason, the monsters within the gates (dungeons, they insisted, as the places were often dark and teeming with dangers like in a video game) were invulnerable to all damage whether it was explosions or fire or projectiles— until an Awakened individual picked up a weapon, and suddenly they were able to inflict damage. It was baffling. It was terrifying.

To Fang Duobing, seven years old and often confined to bed due to his ill health, it was fascinating.

With the rise of the Awakened, some chose to go back in through the gates in hopes of finding more people to save, of killing more monsters to free those people, and those people brought back items that baffled the rest of the world.

Materials never before seen on Earth. Chemicals and elixirs straight out of a fantasy novel. If the Awakened were akin to superheroes, then what came back in their pockets through the gate started a revolution of science and technology.

Governments attempted to send soldiers in through the gates, hoping to capitalise on the wealth within the dungeons, yet the only ones who made it back alive were the ones escorted by Hunters. And even then, it was a difficult thing. Hunters began forming groups, then sects, to take care of each other. Laws and regulations began to crack down on the Hunters, and in response they either rebelled or did nothing at all, both reactions disappointing those in control.

In China, the sects were wild things, often flaunting their disdain for authority figures and becoming a threat to society as a whole. The gates were a threat to anyone who might come too close, but Hunters were a very real threat to anyone and everyone in the vicinity. They were superhuman and ungovernable, tearing through the already panicked civilizations.

From the chaos, however, emerged several names that Fang Duobing clung to. Above all of them was fifteen year old Li Xiangyi, a mere schoolboy who not only survived the first dungeon but managed to bring more than half his school back with him as well. He was an instant sensation, making international news as a boy who killed over three hundred monsters in the dungeon to bring everyone out, saving not only the corner of his school that had gotten absorbed into the dungeon but also the nursery next door. Nearly twenty children under the age of five managed to survive the dungeon thanks to him and his classmates.

Among his schoolmates, he was the only one Awakened.

A single Hunter, saving over three hundred out of the nearly four hundred people who got pulled into his dungeon. They disappeared for nearly a full week before children started reappearing by the drove.

He continued to return to the dungeons, different ones all over the country, and some across the ocean, attempting to rescue civilians or pull out the bodies of loved ones. Within a year, amidst the chaos that the dungeons brought to the world, Li Xiangyi was regarded as the most powerful of the Awakened, far above all others. Other Hunters would challenge him and place traps for him, but Li Xiangyi dodged and defeated them all with startling ease.

By seventeen years old, Li Xiangyi formed Sigu Sect, banding together like-minded individuals who wanted peace and prosperity amongst Hunters and civilians, and was willing to use their skills to guard the gates and rescue those who fell through into the dungeons. They brought back numerous treasures for people, and the reign of terror that started with the appearance of dungeons slowly started to die down.

When Fang Duobing was ten years old, he was caught in a gate by accident while journeying to the latest of his hospital visits with his nanny.

As the only heir of both the Fang family from his father’s side and the He family from his mother’s side, he mostly had famous doctors brought to his bedside when possible, yet the best doctors were always unwilling to leave their posts for the journey, stating that he would have to come to them as they could not afford the hours away from their job.

Dungeons were temperamental things. It swelled and shrunk like the moon waxed and waned, and knowledge of the movements were not fully understood even three years into its appearance. As such, Fang Duobing had been unfortunate enough to pass close enough while his driver sped along the streets for him and several other cars to be pulled through the gate when previously the gate had been small enough to contain behind fences.

He didn’t remember much of it, having been asleep in the car, but he remembered feeling strange and then waking to panicked shouts and darkness. He remembered being rushed out of the car and into his wheelchair because the car wasn’t working anymore, and the shrieking of strange and terrifying creatures that came closer and closer by the second. There were other people running, other cars that weren’t working, his nanny and driver both pushing his wheelchair and running along with the others away from the sounds of monsters.

He remembered stale air and being more scared than he’d ever been in his life, the air squeezing in his lungs until he felt like he was choking.

The rush of people found themselves cornered in the dungeon, surrounded by walls and darkness and crying out in despair because there was nowhere to run. Peering between the fingers of his nanny from where she pulled him closer to herself in a futile effort to protect him, Fang Duobing could see the vague figures that emerged from the shadows— something dark and twisted that resembled wolves if wolves had double jaws and hundreds of sharp teeth that extended from the mouth all the way down to the torso and legs.

He was heaving in his struggle to breathe, to look despite his fear, as each flashlight revealed a new horror coming at them, and the screams around him were overwhelming enough to burst his eardrums when the sounds changed and soon it all went quiet.

Peering through his nanny’s fingers again, this time he could see a figure in red standing to defend them. The flowing robes, the extended sword, and the long hair pulled into a high ponytail…

Fang Duobing was too scared to blink, this time for fear of the figure disappearing.

It wasn’t a red of blood and fear, the thought was vivid in his mind. It was the bright red that signified celebrations, of New Years and scaring monsters away. It was the vivid red of celebratory banners placed on doors, to attract attention and repel bad luck. Like red firecrackers. Like red wedding gowns.

And in that moment, Fang Duobing believed all the superstitions about that colour.

It was the red robes of the Sigu Sect founder, Li Xiangyi.

It was the first time Fang Duobing had seen a fight, but it was the most beautiful fight he had ever seen. Despite the monsters and the darkness, the swaying shadows and the blood and fear, he felt like he was watching a dance. A dance that would suit only to entertain the emperor in ancient times, with wide movements and flowing sleeves, the glint of the sword and most precise of footwork. Li Xiangyi wove through the monsters effortlessly, like water caught in a whirlwind, full of strength and agile grace, his sword catching on each of the monsters long before they could reach him.

For Fang Duobing, the vision of Li Xiangyi’s back in battle would be embedded into his mind forever.

It couldn’t have taken more than a minute before it was over, dripping blood and ichor along the walls and floors, yet at the end of it the crowd of survivors could only stare, just as amazed as Fang Duobing.

He didn’t even notice when other members of Sigu Sect showed up, helping the civilians and tending to injuries, harvesting tiny crystals from the monsters the same colour as the gate to pass to the civilians, prioritising those who were injured first.

“Excuse me,” his nanny spoke up when a shard of crystal was given to her. She was still holding onto Fang Duobing, whose wide eyes were following the red clothed figure speaking to his assistants. “We can’t just leave yet. I’m sorry, but… we have documents back at the car that need to be retrieved. Medical ones for the young master here.”

“Medical documents?” The Sigu Sect member asked them with a frown. “Surely that’s all online nowadays.”

His nanny shook her head. “There’s been some experimental procedures, and they wanted to compare files… please, if we could go back to the car, it won’t take long to find. His medication is there as well.”

The Hunter looked at Fang Duobing, who flushed in embarrassment and ducked his head. It was one thing to be a helpless civilian, but for his nanny to point out that he might actively hinder them…

“I’ll do it.” A voice spoke up, and suddenly red flooded Fang Duobing’s vision again as Li Xiangyi crouched before him with a smile. “It’s not any trouble.”

The Sigu Sect member (all in those white uniforms, bright so anyone in need of help could see them easily) bowed and retreated to document another person in need of help.

His nanny and driver crowded him in with looks of awe as Li Xiangyi smiled at them first and then said toward Fang Duobing, “How are you doing, then? You’ve been very brave here.”

Fang Duobing could only stare, tongue-tied and starry-eyed.

His nanny ran fingers through his hair, and Fang Duobing broke from his reverie, blushing at the babying. He already exhausted his energy just from the panic, and his uncooperative limbs felt heavier than usual despite not having run a single step of the way.

His nanny and driver gave profuse thanks to the Sigu Sect leader as they explained the situation, and then attempted to push Fang Duobing back the way the came from only to find that the wheelchair had gotten stuck, and one of the wheels bent at such an angle it would be useless unless they could change it out.

They despaired for only a moment before Li Xiangyi offered to carry Fang Duobing, and the next thing he knew he was hoisted up on Li Xiangyi’s back and they were walking back the way they came, with his nanny assisting his driver who had sprained his ankle during the run.

They weren’t alone, as there were others who wanted to bring something back from their cars before they left the dungeon, although most wanted to leave as quickly as possible and asked Sigu Sect to please help them retrieve items later. Still, Fang Duobing leaned against the warm back with wide eyes and fingers gripping soft red fabric as his gaze followed the night pearl which gently illuminated the dark expanse around them, and listened as people conversed quietly, still too afraid of the dungeon to speak louder than a whisper. They huddled together around the Hunter, whose blithe attitude reassured them more than the lack of monsters nearby.

It didn’t take too long before they were back to the empty space with several cars that looked various stages of damaged by monsters that had crawled over them. Fang Duobing was settled down while his nanny and driver went to look for the documents they needed, and Li Xiangyi went to help others who got what they needed and wanted to leave immediately, pressing the purple crystal shards into their palm and instructing them on how to leave.

When it came time for Fang Duobing, he clutched onto a red sleeve rather than taking the crystal shard (merely the size of a pearl), and pleaded, “What if this happens again? I don’t… how can I fight them like you do?”

Li Xiangyi looked surprised. “Fight them? You don’t have to fight them. That’s what the Hunters are here for.”

“But I want to!” Fang Duobing responded, thrilled to finally find his voice around his idol. “I want to protect people just like you do!”

Li Xiangyi exchanged a glance with Fang Duobing’s nanny that he couldn’t quite catch, and then his features softened with a smile. Reaching into his sleeve, he pulled out a small wooden sword with something inscribed on the hilt Fang Duobing couldn’t see in the dim lighting.

“Alright,” the Hunter said. “You can protect yourself with this if something like this happens again. When you’re all better and healthy, you can bring this and come find me, and I’ll teach you how to defend yourself.”

Fang Duobing grabbed onto the wooden sword like a lifeline, and Li Xiangyi’s smile was the last thing he saw in the dungeon before being transported back the road where they had originally left.

Two years later, Sigu Sect and Jinyuan Alliance cleared the largest dungeon in China, wherein the gate, along with the sect leaders, disappeared.

Seven years after that, with a clean bill of health, Fang Duobing Awakened as a Hunter.

#NaNoWriMo #mlc nano 2023 #maybe i will be able to finish the first part in the next two days #i'm at a crossroads where i want this to go #do i: make this a 'save llh' one or 'sleeping beauty' one #hmmmMMM

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teecupangel · 1 year ago

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(the Red Dead Redemption x Assassin's Creed AU plot that this is connected to... sorta?)

“What’re you watching?” Rebecca asked, yawning as she walked towards the small kitchen their little safe house had. She rubbed her eyes as she mumbled, “It’s 3 AM in the morning…”

Rebecca grabbed a glass and filled it with mineral water, not wanting to hear about the latest conspiracy Shaun has about tap water. The light from the laptop Shaun was using to watch whatever it was that got his attention was her only source of light but she didn’t mind whenever it grew dark. She had already memorized the layout of their safe house.

It was that small.

Rebecca placed the glass on the sink and turned around. She began to walk to the pitiful couch where Shaun was supposed to be sleeping on as she said, “Come on, Shaun. Bill wants us to meet him at the docks at 7 am. You’re gonna be cranky when we get there and you haven’t gotten any sleep.”

Shaun finally paused the video and turned to stare at Rebecca.

Thanks to the video stopping at the moment where two young men were talking about something that Rebecca couldn’t hear because Shaun was using headphones, she could see the large dark lines underneath Shaun’s eyes that showed just how much sleep he had been sacrificing to watch…

A… BuzzFeed video.

“Shaun…” Rebecca said in a disappointing tone.

“I think Desmond time traveled.”

Rebecca blinked before…

“Shaun…” Rebecca’s face softened.

Shaun had taken Desmond’s death the hardest. Rebecca knew he felt guilt and shame over how he had treated Desmond up till his death and-

Rebecca didn’t want to think about it.

She shared the blame as well, after all.

She had been so focused on her tasks, doing what Lucy and Bill ordered without even thinking of how isolated Desmond became because of their actions.

But she also knew Desmond wouldn’t want them to drown in their guilt and to do what he wasn’t able to do…

To save and protect what remains of the Brotherhood.

“Nononono, listen!” Shaun stood and dragged the large corkboard he found in the trash a few blocks away. Seeing that this was going to be one of those days, Rebecca went to the wall next to the kitchen and flipped the lights on before returning to the couch.

Seeing the corkboard filled with…

“Did you use the printer for your conspiracy theories again?” Rebecca sighed. Bishop was going to send them a strongly worded email again about how the ink of their printer can’t be used for ‘personal use’.

“This is important!”

“Most of the screenshots looked like they came from the same BuzzFeed video.” Rebecca argued dryly.

“Ryan and Shane are the most unbiased investigator in our modern era! Unsullied by the propaganda of the Templars that run rampant in those so called ‘official’ and ‘academical’-”

“Okay, okay.” Rebecca rubbed her face as she stopped Shaun before he went on a rant and asked, “So? Why do you think that Desmond time traveled?”

She paused before she added, “And where?”

“So… in 1877, Dutch van der Linde formed the van der Linde gang-”

“So… what’s in Calais?” Layla asked as she waited on the deck of Altaïr II.

“Nothing important.” Bill answered, “But two Assassins have been assigned here to lay low. They’re the ones who have the most experience with tinkering with the Animus.”

Layla hummed.

A not that comfortable silence befell them for a few minutes before Layla finally commented, “So… it’s 7:30…”

Bill let out a small sigh that Layla wouldn’t even have heard had she not been this close to Bill. Bill’s tone remained calm and composed as he said, “We will wait for another hour. After that, we’re leaving the port if they don’t get here or make-”

“Bill!” Gavin rushed to the deck, holding a paper in his hand. He handed the paper to Bill as he said, “Rebecca and Shaun… they… they found Desmond.”

Layla saw Bill froze for a brief second and his hand trembled as he took the paper from Gavin’s hand.

It seemed to be a printed copy of a sketch with the signature on the lower left that might have been ‘A. Morgan’.

The sketch was of a young man with a scar on the right side of his lips, wearing a hood.

On the right side of the sketch was…

I met the strange fellow again. As usual, he spoke in such a strange manner and would not say what this ‘POE’ was at all. But he finally told me his name. Desmond Miles.

Holy shit! Remember when I asked about that one crossover?

Red Dead Redemption 2 x Assassin’s Creed?

I’m gonna refine this shit a bit so stick with me here:

Desmond Miles, we love to fuck with this guy’s shit, I love this silly little guy in general, so, what if the events of Rdr2 happened because of a POE???

Like, bro? It works way too well, because ofc the Pinkertons would be Templars or something, it fits too well. The Van der linde Gang aren’t Assassins, but Arthur and John might have a bit of Isu blood in them. (Cough Dead Eye/Eagle Eye connection cough)

Lets say that Dutch “found” (read: stole) or was given a Piece by Micha (fuck that guy) and goes batshit crazy, and you know the rest.

So, either Desmond is in his time travel era and inadvertently saves the gang or he’s got enough time/is alive to see the memories of John or Arthur (yeah, Arthur’s only known kid died, but we can fudge some shit here if we wanted)

I just imagine the Assassin Crew talking about the gang and the legend surrounding them (because like several of the members survived so there has got to be rumors floating about), like that one Buzzfeed: Unsolved x Rdr2 fic!

That would be so dope, just saying.

#have a small fic i guess?#I wanted shaun to be a fan of shane and ryan XD #ngl #reading those buzzfeed unsolved x rdr2 fics #made me want to write an actual puppet history fake episode #of altaïr’s version of 1191 #or even #a mystery file fake episode #of the 2012 solar flare #it’s gonna end up with shane and ryan and the rest of watcher #getting into abstergo’s shit list #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #fic idea: crossover #fic idea: red dead redemption #fic idea: watcher entertainment

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wolfsclothing6 · 2 years ago

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I had had my eyes on Ben now for a while. He was my son Roarke’s best friend, and I couldn't help it drool over his beefy football body whenever the two of them would play video games or hang out. The only thing was, he was still a little small for my taste, and for some reason he felt the need to shave. I had always wanted to do something about that, and there was finally an opportunity during the summer before they went off to college.

Ben had dropped by the house when Roarke was out, but I told him to relax by the pool since he wouldn't be gone much longer. I offered him a beer while he waited, and he couldn't say yes fast enough. Smiling at the jock’s greediness, I went and got one of my special beers. There have been quite a long wait to get a six-pack of Ursa Beer, so I had been saving these for a special occasion. I brought it out and gave it to Ben, and told him to enjoy. He drank it down quickly enough, barely pausing to breathe. I was of course right there, ready to give him another. He kept tossing them down, one after another, and soon all six lay crumpled in the trash can. He made himself comfortable on the pool chair, and took a little nap. I couldn’t believe how easily he went to sleep, and how deeply he slept either.

I was treated to a close up view as the Ursa Beer went to work and Ben started his transformation. I was surprised to see how much he beefed up, since normally guys like that will put on a fair bit of weight in the form of a spare tire around their bellies. Instead his muscles seem to grow thicker and thicker. It looked like he was destined to be a muscle bear after all. After that, hair started to sprout up all over his arms and chest, giving him my lovely coating. I was a little disappointed to see it was not particularly thick, but I began tenting up when I noticed his beard filling in. His previously smooth face was quickly coated by almost an inch of dark brown beard, perfectly connected to his hair. He started to snore, and I watched as his swimming trunks started to get a little tight. I knew that his endowment would be growing nicely, and soon he would have a pair of fat bear balls and a big thick bear dick. I almost couldn't help myself as I salivating over him, and he opened an eye and looked at me with a lazy grin.

“ Hey Mr. H, it should still be about fifteen minutes before Roarke’s back. You want to suck on my dick while we wait?”

I couldn't believe the boldness coming from the young muscle bear in front of me, but I was not one to turn it down. Soon I had him moaning while reclining in the chair, guzzling down some regular beer while I slurped and bobbed up and down on his incredibly fat dick. He was very vocal about the blowjob, and he growled and grunted and made it very clear what he did and did not like. He loved feeling full, deep slurps as I would take his whole thick shaft down my mouth, and he loved it if I pawed at his big jock balls while I blew him. My own dick was hard as a rock, but I had no interest in touching myself while I had this big slab of beefy bear in front of me.

I could feel his balls churning away beneath my hands, and it wasn't long before I was rewarded with a hot blast of sticky teenage muscle bear cum. I gulped it down, and felt myself leak out a big bullet of pre. His load was salty and delicious, and made all the more tasty by the fact that an hour ago he wouldn’t have looked twice at me. I started to pull my head back up, but he growled and push me back down.

“ I thought you knew from your son that I am multi-orgasmic. I was planning on cumming as many times as I could before I heard the door rattling. Something tells me a hot dad like you will have no problem slurping up as much teen bear jizz as you can get, huh Mr. H?”

I had to agree with him, and I managed to suck out three full loads from his balls before I could tell my boy was home. We made ourselves a decent, but I couldn't help but notice the look of lust in Roarke’s eyes as he scoped out the new Ben. Something tells me that before the summer is out, that sexy muscle bear was going to have both father and son on their knees, servicing him while he kicked back and relaxed.

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coltrainbat · 2 years ago

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No One Disrespects Chris’s Girl

Summary: Your Chris’s girlfriend and an interviewer talks smack about you.

WARNINGS: Swearing, big mad Chrissy, little angst, protective Chris

A/N: Something about Chris in protective mode makes me... hmmm... you’ll see.

DISCLAIMER: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life.

Chris settled himself into the director’s chair as an assistant came over to adjust his mic.

He was doing press rounds his new movie, and it was his last interview for the day. So far, he had really appreciated some of the questions asked about the movie and his future projects and enjoyed catching up with journalists he had worked with before. But he was eager to get home into bed with you.

You preferred your privacy so besides the casual question as to how you were doing, journalists were warned to not venture into asking about your life or your relationship with Chris well before the interview began.

Chris was getting the run down from Meg, this was a new journalist who Chris hadn’t worked with previously, an online gossip blog called GoFlow, that presented their interviews in video form via YouTube.... blah… blah... Seemed sound enough, nothing Chris hadn’t done before. He was expecting the 20 minutes interview block to go by smoothly, answer some of the questions he had already received with a slight variation, get a photo for their blog, maybe even sign a t-shirt for someone’s nephew and what not. These things were usually very straight forward.

It was 10 minutes after 4 and the new guy was already late. It isn’t a great look, but Chris was patient and was happy to go overschedule to get the blog what they needed.

In came, came the journalist, talking obnoxiously on the phone in the corner of the room.

“Yeah bro, I’m interviewing Captain America… its sick! I bet I could get him to come to boys’ night. Holy shit imagines the chicks we’d pull... alright yeah bro I gotta go do this interview I’ll call you back.”

Chris looked over to Megan, mouthing ‘what the fuck’ she just shook her head in disappointment making a mental note to blacklist them if this gets any worse.

Chris was a little taken back by the brashness of not only taking a phone call from your buddy when you’re 10 minutes late to your job but also to talk so loudly about going for drinks with a guy you haven’t met and using him to pick up chicks?

Fuck me.

He realised then and there that this guy was not gonna be easy to work with even if it was just for the next 20 minutes.

“Hey Chris! Buddy, big fan of your work, I’m Miles, let’s get this started shall we.”

Chris offered him a polite handshake “Nice to meet you, Miles.” Not.

The red dot on the camera facing the two across from each other, started blinking, signaling it was rolling.

It started off ok, yeah, he asked the basic questions about filming with said co-star and what training Chris had to go for to pull of stunts etc. But Chris, being the professional he is, hid his tiredness, putting on a smile for the camera, and answered the questions charmingly and honestly.

“So, Chris, you’ve been with your girlfriend y/n for 2 years now, correct?”

“Yeah, I have she’s amazing, couldn’t ask for anyone better to have by my side.”

Hoping that was the end of it.

“From the little info you two have shared with the public it seems she has a regular job that’s got to be kind of different from yours huh?”

Chris was getting a little agitated about the questions regarding you. Not because he didn’t like talking about you just the fact, he referred to your job as “regular”. Sure, you worked a 9-5 but the work you did for the community was far from ordinary and inspired him daily.

“I wouldn’t say she has a regular job per say, yes our jobs are different but she’s just as a passionate and hardworking in her incredible role at (insert organisation) as I am about acting, she does amazing work and I’m incredibly proud of her.”

“Do you ever question her intentions? I mean it seems like she doesn’t earn a lot of money and it’s probably very convenient for someone like her to shack up with a moneybag like yourself? It’s also interesting you chose her compared to some of the models you have dated in the past. I don’t know about you, but I’d take the model over the chubby normie any day ya know? ha ha.”

Chris saw red.

How dare this guy shows up late and then insult the women he loves to not only suggest she’s using him for money but to call his beautiful partner, “chubby”? How you looked was none of this guy’s fucking business, to compare you to his exes who were exes for a reason was unreasonable. Any suggestion you were a gold-digger was also absolutely ridiculous since you hated Chris spending money on you without reason. You worked hard day in, day out for the things you have and never asked Chris for a dime.

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Ummm excuse me?”

“You heard me, go fuck yourself. How fucking dare, you show up late, regurgitate basic ass questions and then go onto insult the woman I love.”

Chris got up from his seat, ripping off the mic and looming over Miles, a member of his team came forwards lousily placing an arm in between Chris and the douchebag journalist.

“Ya know its assholes like you I’d take a lot of pleasure in beating the fuck up.” His thick Boston accent prominent in every word he spat. His finger firmly pointed towards the journalist’s throat.

The journalist went mute in his seat holding his hands up in defence, practically shivering with fear as to what the 6ft jacked actor was going to do to him.

Chris quickly exited the room before he caught a felony for laying his hands on the guy.

Chris didn’t tell you what happened in the interview. But he didn’t need to because shortly after someone leaked the clip.

The internet went nuts in Chris’s favour.

“Chris Evans defends partner against arrogant journalist” “SWOON ALERT: Chris Evans gets BIG MAD” “Miles Darcy FIRED after Chris Evans interview stunt” “101 Reasons Chris Evans is every woman’s dream man staring with his infamous interview in which he defends his girlfriend” “Don’t F*ck with Chris Evans” “Chris Evans calls out sexist remarks made against girlfriend”

While press was good, your main concern was how this reflected on Chris’s image.

Sat in your shared living room, looking up from your phone as you scrolled through the endless articles on the interview. You looked up at your boyfriend who was pacing the room. Still furious at the comments.

“You didn’t have to defend me you know.”

“I didn’t have to DEFEND you!? Y/N when an asshole says shit about you TO MY FACE, there’s no way in fucking hell, I’m going to sit there and treat em with kindness.”

“Yeah, I know baby, but you threatened him… on camera!”

“And you know what? I’d do it again. Nothing and I mean nothing is more important to me then you and my family. You are my family. And no one, especially not some scummy asshole journalist is going to get away with saying that shit about you. It is my job… you get me? MY JOB to protect you.”

You sighed. He was right. Maybe his approach was extreme, but Chris was stubborn and this time he was stubborn for good reason. The guy was a fucking asshole.

You walked towards him, closing the space between you both. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down towards your chest. He instantly tightened his grip around you and you could feel him ease into your hug with a heavy sigh.

“Thank you for defending me.” You whispered into his head.

“I’m sorry for yelling but yeah, I don’t regret doing it. And if I ever saw that asshole again, I swear to-”

“I know.” Pressing your finger to his lips to silence him. You moved him to look at you. “I know.” Nodding your head for emphasis.

“I love that about you… the way you’d drop anything to save me, or in this case go absolutely ape shit to defend my honour. And that’s why you’re my real-life superhero, baby.” Your fingers now cupping his jaw.

And… it was pretty hot watching you get mad at him with your ole boston accent.” You smiled at your protector.

“God, I love you.” He shook his head leaning down to kiss you.

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tmntxthings · 2 years ago

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Hii, so I saw your story about the reader taking Leo’s swords. But could you make a part 2 where the reader try’s one more time not giving up and makes a portal? You can chose how it ends 😊

Sword Runaway Pt. 2

author’s note: of course~~~! hope you enjoy <3

warnings: fluff, slight cursing, crack

> part one <

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It was the aftermath of a kickass slumber party! Everyone piled up in the living room with enough blankets and pillows to cover the entire floor. It had been a fun time, movies and pizza, video games and a dance marathon. You were more than tired but something kept you up. You silently sighed to yourself as your eyes opened and you rolled over for the fifteenth time. Mikey was passed out next to you, and Raph’s snoring could be heard nearby. April was on your other side, she had come prepared with earplugs and a sleeping mask. You’d have to remember that for next time. Leo you assumed was asleep next to her but from the end of the line you could see a screen light and knew Donnie was still up.

Man he never slept! You rolled back over facing Mikey who was sleeping spread eagle. You thought of taking your phone out and sneaking a picture to tease him with later but instead of doing any of that you sat upright. Donnie noticed and looked over at you, you didn’t seem shaken up or sweaty from a bad dream so he went back to scrolling. Wordlessly you got up and tried to be as silent as possible, this had Donnie’s eyes following after you, “Is everything okay?” He whispered to which you nodded, “Gotta pee,” and he left you alone after the tmi explanation. Sure that was a good excuse and now that you said it aloud you went a did your business…but before you went back to the living area you couldn’t help yourself. You made a pit stop at Leo’s room, going straight for the swords.

It had kind of bummed you out that Leo never really gave you a chance to prove if you could make a portal. Even if it was impossible to do one that far, you would be proud of yourself if even a tiny circle formed and could fit your pinky finger! You blew out a breath, feeling nervous because first off it was dark and you were alone. Second you knew these swords were dangerous no matter how much you had joked around last time, you had been careful despite how clumsy and dangerous you looked. Without any supervision it seemed all the more dangerous as you slowly spun the swords in your hands. “Fuck it,” you blew out a breath and poured all the concentration you could muster at 3 am in the morning.

Blue wisps and sparks danced up the length of the sword you held out, going in a small circle. Against all odds a tiny portal the size of your fist formed. You gasped, wait no, someone else gasped! At the doorway Leo was bleary eyed and mouth wide open. “Did you see that!” You whispered excitedly and he nodded more than a little dumbfounded but caught up quickly. “You’re a natural!” His voice was sleepy but proud as he beamed a smile at you. The portal was still going strong as you tentatively reached a hand through, watching as it disappeared and came out of the other end. “So cool!!” You gushed and Leo smirked, leaning against the doorframe, his head resting as he blinked sleepily. In contrast you were now wide awake as the portal finally closed with a blue flash of light.

“One more before bed!” You said as you went for a bigger portal one that would fit hopefully all of you. It took more effort and you were starting to sweat your arm twitching as you kept going in a larger circle. You breathed in through your nose out through mouth but it wasn’t enough! You blew out a disappointed breath, for some reason you thought it would work, if you believed in yourself enough… You hadn’t noticed Leo approach until you felt him raise your arm again, he was standing directly behind you. “Try again,” he murmured, this time he held your wrist, both your arms brushing against each other as he helped you make a bigger circle. It formed almost instantly! You jumped up and down in excitement and Leo couldn’t help but laugh. “We did it!!” you whisper exclaimed still trying to be quiet for the other’s sake.

“Wanna see where it goes?” Leo asked and before you could say yes he was pulling you through the portal, taking the swords from you gently. When you came out on the other side it wasn’t in Leo’s room, but out on a rooftop in New York. You felt a slight fuzziness in your brain and a roll of nausea. “Oh god does that happen every time?” You tilted sideways as Leo held you shoulders steadying you. “Yeah but when you do it as much as I do you get used to it,” he informed and smiled sheepishly, “sorry I probably should’ve warned you.”

You shook your head, the effects already wearing off as the wind blew past the two of you, giving you goosebumps. Even at 3:30 in the morning New York was still alive. Noises from the streets could be heard and you relaxed in Leo’s hold. “Wanna head back?” He said after a while and you nodded sleepily against him. Funny how he was more awake now, feeling you pressed against him, shivering from the cold wind. “Let’s go get you warmed up~” And with a quick circle and a flash of blue light he led you back into a portal. This time coming directly into the living area, though Donnie was no longer on his phone, finally asleep. Somehow April was now closer to Donnie a hand placed right next to Donnie’s you awed. You knew they were purely platonic but they were still such a cute pair of besties. That you had to take a quick picture of as Leo snickered quietly beside you.

So it seemed the two of you would be sleeping next to each other as you got settled in as he put his swords next to the projector. “Goodnight Lee,” you whispered and you felt him reach over and grab your hand, squeezing it tightly before letting go. “G’night Y/n” and you fell asleep feeling really warm on the inside.

“Delete it!” Leo whisper yelled as you groaned in your sleep. Hushed laughter could be heard around you and you snuggled in closer to your pillow. Rhythmic heart beats sped up immediately and you realized that this wasn’t a pillow. Slowly you opened your eyes, staring into a familiar plastron. “Why you two look adorable~~” April teased and the heartbeats only got louder. You raised your head and saw Leo blushing furiously at April who was waving a phone in both of your direction. The picture on the screen was the two of you tangled together quite embarrassingly and you couldn’t stop the blush that heated your cheeks. “How about a trade off?” You said showing April the picture you had taken last night to which a gasp was heard and the exchange was quickly made before anyone else woke up!

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claireunoia · 3 years ago

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GAME-OVER ➪ REMUS LUPIN

⊱✿⊰ synopsis : you’ve been playing video games with james all day and remus has had enough ♡.

⊱✿⊰ pairings : gamer!fem!reader x remus x a bit of james

⊱✿⊰ word count : 1.3k

⊱✿⊰ warnings : SMUT, cunnilingus/oral (fem receiving), james and reader friendly bickering over the game, language, dirty talking, established relationship, the usual d/s dynamics, lots of pet names, “bunny, darling, baby” etc, reader being ate out in a chair, softie remus for a second, that’s it?

❥ ─ author’s letter to you : ❝hi bby’s!! this literally came into my mind suddenly and couldn’t get it out so i had to write it. i’m so sorry for posting this without a read more, it was acting up again so i had to remove it, once again i apologize. i love y’all, hope you enjoy <333 *reblogs & comments are so very appreciated*❞

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➙ “𝗡𝗢, jamesie! that’s not how you build!”

it felt like your little shouts of sudden frustration and victorious shrieks were on a constant repeat in remus’s brain as time kept going by and by. he's sat and stared at you for what felt like the past dramatically, 1000 hours.

and there goes your oh-so perfect self right a few feet ahead of remus. your slacked body sat comfortably in your gaming chair while your skilled fingers moved sharply and precisely along and all around your keyboard. with the exception of a beautiful pink headset perched on the top of your head that remus had gifted you a while ago.

“james, you’re being a dummy—“

“watch yourself, bunny. don’t be rude to prongs, he doesn’t know”at your boyfriends warning tone and words you huffed almost dramatically, scowling when you heard james teasing voice echo throughout the ears of your headset.

“yeah y/n, be nice or i’ll purposely make us lose, rage quitter”

the gasp that left your mouth was loud enough to make remus’s ear quite literally bleed. the alarming sound made the brunette boy jump up from his position in the bed to see if you suddenly gotten hurt or something. he rose up to only find your lips formed in the biggest pout in all humanity and an accusing look written all over your face.

“remmy! james— he called me a freaking rage quitter, i am not a rage quitter” the sigh remus let out held nothing but complete and utter disappointment, with a shake of his head he waved you off. Going back to the chapter he left off in his book, he felt his eyes wanting to roll when he heard you beginning to go back and forth with the glasses wearing boy on the PC once more.

the lycanthrope felt like his body was heating up with massive waves of heat as the raging boner he’s been trying his best to compose for the past hours ache in want. he just wants to make his girl feel good and himself but you were just so stuck on that game. it has truly made him a bit grumpy.

it’s not like he has a problem with you being a gaming-head. in fact he loved and supported you always, it’s just that he despises when you play for so many hours and never wanting to get up to do anything. remus had a very, very large soft spot for you. so whenever you pull the “just one last round, baby” with those wide, crystal like eyes of yours, he has no choice but to cave in and let you

and that’s exactly what’s happening now.

“bunny, come on. time to get off” remus announces gruffly, hands fideling with his little bookmark. marking the last page he had read in his current reads before getting up from his spot on the bed to walk up to your focused form at the desk. as soon as he saw your pout and quick turn of your head, he immediately tsks.

“no, baby. cmon’ tell jamie bye bye, tell em’ y’ll be online tomorrow” and right on cue your whines find its way into the air. doe eyes peering up pleadingly at your tall boyfriend. “remmy, please. just one last round, i promise!” at your familiar words remus entire face turns stern, his orbs now glaring with a warning stare which you quickly stand down from.

“y’either turn this game off, or let james hear how m’about to ruin you” remus beautifully scarred face was completely blank as if the words that left his mouth weren’t shocking to ones ears at all. his lips pulled ever so slightly at the corners when he saw your flabbergasted look, seeing how your fingers raced to sloppily turn off the party you were hosting with a quick “see you later” hurrying from you as well. now it was just you and remus. no more games, no more james, no more of your raging shouts.. just you and your horny as fuck boyfriend who looked like he was ready to pounce you at any second.

“take off y’shorts and hold y’legs up. keep them nice and wide open f’me darling” listening to his words with an obedient nod of your head which remus couldn’t help but smile at, you began pulling down the pajama shorts off and down your legs like so. moving back in your spot in the small chair and pulling your legs up and holding them back just like remus had asked. once you were positioned, you then reached up to remove the pink headset off your head aswell, but came to an abrupt stop when you saw the movement of your lover’s head shake side to side.

“keep it on” he replies to your confused expression with a smirk twitching at his soft lips while so. you obeyed and moved your hands back down to grip the undersides of your silky thighs, plump lips jutting out unconsciously as you watched the sight of remus drop down to his knees right in front of you.

he looked so beautiful. taking note of how his irises were blown with a great quantity of pure lust. taking in how unruly his chestnut locks were ruffled on the top of his head. noticing just how good he truly looks in the brown cable-knit sweater that adored his lean body. but little did you know, remus was studying you as well. his intense eyes littering all along your body as he rubbed his large scarred hands along the expanse of your inner thighs, his fingers dangerously close to your clothed core.

“rem, you’re s’pretty” you whispered breathlessly even though remus didn’t even start doing anything yet.

but in the next passing second, you swore you felt your heart skip a beat at the view of remus’s teeth on display. a warm smile etching across his lips at your soft praise, unable to not break through the strict façade he’s put on at your such adorable words.

unexpectedly, the hand that was rubbing along your thigh went up to the seam of your thin panties and pulled roughly, ripping the clothing away from you easily. his brown eyes gleaming up at yours lovingly before flickering down to your now bare cunt with a chuckle. “why thank you, bunny. but m’not as pretty as you fucking are”

and with that remus dove into your enchanting wonderland with eager movements. the warm, wet muscle of his tongue immediately running over your wetting puffy lips, licking all up til he reaches your clit. placing a wet peck at the button of nerves, all the while basking in the sounds of your moans. not fighting the low chuckles that keep escaping him while he eats you out, which were only causing you more pleasure as they vibrated against you so deliciously.

“hm, i bet you don’t wanna play any more games now huh?” at the boy’s words you shake your head frantically, the feeling of him licking and slurping away at your pussy quickly makes your head swirl and dose off into a fuzzy space while you continuously whine and whimper loudly into the air.

“n-no, remmy! wan’ you to keep going, don’t stop” you meekly whine, your face scrunching up in pure pleasure as remus kept lapping you up. remus peers up at your blissed out, gorgeous features. your eyes beginning to roll up into the back of your head, the pretty pink headset still perched on the top of your head and over your ears. god, you look like a perfect slutty mess in his eyes. little coos fell from his spit covered lips as he analyzed you.

“aw baby, what don’t y’want me to stop doing? use your words, bunny”

the only sounds in the room were your shrieking mewls and the obscene sounds of remus pleasing you. the wolf’s fingertips now prodding at your leaking hole, his tongue never halting it’s assault on your poor clit

“please don’t stop eating my pussy, rem”

“good girl, my perfect darling”

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