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sluttyshima · 2 years

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Enraptured

Content / Trigger Warnings: body image issues, a bit of angst with a happy ending, pining, polyamorous relationship, threesome, overuse of praise and pet names, dirty talk, very slight degradation (like one use of the word ‘slutty’), dominant Mitsuya, oral sex, ass play (male receiving), vaginal sex, cum play, cum eating, slight overstimulation, like one thigh slap, facial, aftercare

Characters: Takashi Mitsuya x chubby female reader x Hakkai Shiba

Words: ~7.7k

AN: repost from my old account

“Can you hand me a pin, pretty?” Mitsuya blindly holds out his hand towards you, his eyes still focused on the hem of the model’s skirt that he is currently adjusting.

Being careful not to stick him, you gently press the requested item into his hand. You watch curiously as he carefully fixes the length of the clothing. It’s a barely noticeable change to you, but he has an eye for these things that you simply do not.

He steps back, carefully inspecting his work. “Looks perfect,” he says finally.

You have to agree with him. The model is already gorgeous, with not a hair out of place, perfect bone structure, and skin that appears to glow thanks to the dewy makeup that has been applied. In his apparel, she looks ethereal. The shape of the clothing perfectly accentuates her trim waist and the round curves of her chest and rear.

She’s everything that you aren’t.

But she isn’t the only one. Even the photographer, hair stylists and makeup artists are perfectly put together. Everywhere you look, you are surrounded by men and women who look as if they’ve just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Now that you think about it, you may recognize one of them from a fashion magazine you were reading the other day.

It causes a pit to form in your stomach. You know that you don’t belong here. You’ve always known. Yet you continue to come, because you enjoy spending time with your two roommates, Takashi Mitsuya and Hakkai Shiba.

Moments like this, however, make you wish that you would have stayed home.

Your stomach suddenly begins to churn. The more rational side of you knows that Mitsuya is simply appreciating his own work, rather than the woman in front of him. He would never disrespect his boyfriend by openly gawking at other models. However, that doesn’t stop your insecurities from flaring up as you tell yourself that no one would ever look at you the way that he’s currently looking at her - or rather, the outfit that she’s wearing.

A breather, that’s what you need. You just need to take a step back and take a moment to push away your own feelings so that you can focus on assisting the man with his work. After racking your brain for a believable excuse to leave, you finally say, “Are you hungry? You haven’t eaten yet today. I can grab you a snack or something if you like.”

The man barely spares you a glance as he chuckles. “Nah, I’m good. You know that I can’t focus on anything else until my work is done. I bet that you’re starving though, huh? Go ahead and hit the buffet table, I’ve heard it’s got some pretty nice options today.”

At his words, you feel your forced smile fade. Is that really how he sees you? As someone who can’t even go a couple of hours without stuffing her face?

“Oh, okay, sure,” you respond in a monotone voice. “I’ll just… leave you to it, then.”

Perceptive as ever, Mitsuya notices your sudden chill in demeanor. He turns to you with a questioning gaze. “Hey, is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” you lie. “I must just be hangry. You know, because I always need to be eating.” It’s a passive aggressive response and you know it. Part of you wants to take the words back as soon as they leave your lips, but you don’t feel like sticking around and having to explain yourself. So instead, you simply turn on your heel and begin to walk away.

Behind you, you can hear him call out your name. But then the model begins speaking, pulling his attention away. You take the chance to escape, bolting away before he can stop you.

You’re half-heartedly picking at a plate of food when you feel a pair of long, thin arms wrap around your waist. A lanky man drapes himself over your back, fingers tickling your ribs playfully as his warm mouth leaves a loud smooch on your chubby cheek. It’s a familiar greeting, one that normally elicits a giggle from you. This time however, you simply sigh and remain still.

There’s a moment of hesitation before he turns you in his arms. Hakkai’s indigo eyes peer worriedly into yours, scarred lips turned down. “What’s wrong?”

Your first instinct is to brush off his concern. But in the end, your desire for comfort and understanding wins against your pride. Taking a deep breath, you lean your forehead against his chest and begin mumbling quietly.

“It’s just- I don’t feel like I belong here,” you admit. “Everyone here is so beautiful, and then there’s me. I just don’t feel like I measure up, you know?” Before he can respond, you chuckle darkly. “Wait, of course you wouldn’t know. You’re one of the beautiful ones. This is your world, not mine.”

Long, slender fingers cup your chin. You allow Hakkai to guide your face upwards until your gaze meets his. “Don’t talk about yourself like that,” he pleads. “That’s complete and utter bullshit. You’re by far the most gorgeous woman in the whole fucking world.”

You roll your eyes and scoff. “C'mon, Kai. You’re just saying that to try to make me feel better.”

“Nope,” he disagrees, popping the p. With his free hand, he taps his index finger to your nose playfully. “I work with female models all the time, and I can never remember their faces the next day. But you, baby, you’re a vision that lingers in my mind constantly.”

Warmth overtakes you. His expression is so sincere as he leans down to tenderly kiss your forehead, letting his lips linger just a bit longer than necessary. When his forehead comes to rest against yours, the intimacy of the moment steals your breath away.

Stop it, stop it, you try to tell yourself. He’s one of your best friends, and a taken man. The only reason why he is so comfortable showing you affection like this is because he trusts that you would never overstep the boundaries of your friendship. You can’t let yourself break that trust. It would be a betrayal not only to him, but to the one he actually loves, Mitsuya.

Still, you find it difficult to only see the two as friends. Even after years of repressing your feelings for the couple, it never gets easier. How could you not fall for such perfect men?

“You’re just not feeling so good today, huh?” Luckily, Hakkai’s words break through the self-indulgent fantasies currently running rampant inside your mind. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls a sleek black credit card from his wallet and offers it to you with a wink. “Go spoil yourself a little. Get nice and pretty for Taka and I.”

It’s not the first time that he’s done this, and you find yourself automatically accepting the card out of habit. Both of your roommates seem to enjoy pampering you as often as you’ll let them. They always coo happily at you when you hand them back their card with your freshly manicured nails, or when you spin around to let them view your new outfit from every angle. You assume that it’s just their way of saying thank you for helping them out like this at their photo shoots.

“Okay,” you give in quickly, knowing that he’ll just keep insisting if you try to argue. “I’ll pick up dinner for the three of us on my way home, then.”

Standing on tiptoe, you give him a goodbye peck on the cheek before heading out of the building.

Normally you would take the opportunity to do some shopping and pick up a new outfit or two. But considering the current circumstances, you don’t really feel like trying on clothing. The clothing in stores never fits you the way that you expect it to, and you usually end up spending a good hour or two glaring at your reflection in the dressing room mirror before finding a single item you like enough to purchase.

So instead, you settle for a day at the salon. Slowly, your mood begins to lift as the masseuse releases the tension from your body. By the time you leave, freshly manicured and pedicured, you are feeling much better.

Things only continue to improve once you get home and find your best friends already waiting for you. It’s hard to stay upset when the two of them are constantly doting on you. Mitsuya takes the takeout bag from you, bringing your hand to his lips so that he can kiss your palm. He doesn’t mention your previous comment, forgiving you easily with no apology necessary. Meanwhile, Hakkai is already clinging to you, arms placed firmly around your waist from behind. You’re forced to waddle forward awkwardly when he refuses to let go.

You find warmth in their presence, and the desire to stay close to them has you suggesting eating dinner in the living room, where you can all snuggle up together on the couch. Both men agree, and you relax on the comfortable furniture while they dole out the food you had purchased.

The three of you fall into a comfortable silence as you eat. Television droning in the background, you lean back against the arm of the couch and dangle your legs over Mitsuya’s lap. He grins at you, letting a hand fall onto your calf so that he can massage the muscle as he leans into his boyfriend.

“Hmph, where’s my massage?” Hakkai pouts teasingly. “I’m so sore after all of that posing. I could really use a bit of affection from my two favorite people.”

Suddenly feeling a bit mischievous, you grab one of the couch pillows from behind your back. “How’s this for affection?” you ask, before launching the pillow at his face.

Eyes darkening evilly, he chuckles. “Oh, you’ve done it now, baby.” Before you can react, he grabs one of your ankles in a vice-like grip. He tickles your foot relentlessly, drawing peals of laughter from you as you squirm and kick your free leg in an attempt to free yourself.

“Takashi, help me!” you squeal.

“I’ll save you, princess!” Mitsuya pulls you into his lap and out of Hakkai’s grasp. He turns his body, effectively shielding you from the other man’s attack.

Giggling, you kiss his cheek with a loud smack. “My hero!” you exclaim. Peeking over his shoulder, you stick your tongue out at Hakkai, who is already pouting again.

He huffs theatrically, arms crossed over his chest. “Traitor,” he mumbles under his breath. “I don’t wanna sit next to you anymore, Taka.” As if to prove his point, he slides off of the couch and onto the floor where he sits cross-legged.

“C'mon you big baby.” You pat the cushion next to you invitingly. “If you don’t want to sit next to him, come sit next to me instead. You just have to promise that you won’t try to tickle me again.”

Perking up, he nods. “Deal!” He clambers up onto the couch beside you and opens his arms invitingly. “How 'bout a hug to make our truce official?”

Mitsuya watches the two of you fondly as you climb from his lap into Hakkai’s. Straddling his hips, you wrap your arms around his neck and nuzzle into him. He holds you close as he drops his head, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.

It’s one of those moments that you wish that you could live in forever. If you could freeze time and spend the rest of your life right here, you would. The affection warms you from inside out, and it’s enough to make you temporarily forget about everything else.

And then Mitsuya is tapping his boyfriend’s shoulder, and the two exchange a look. Before you can even ask what’s happening, you’re being moved out of Hakkai’s lap so that he can stand. Just like that, you feel your heart drop. Your fantasies are shattered as you watch the taller of the two reach out and help the other up, their fingers remaining intertwined afterwards.

The parting is inevitable yet it hurts every time. You expect them to bid you goodnight, disappearing into their shared bedroom where they will probably fall asleep in each other’s arms, while you are left awake and alone. Just like always.

But to your surprise, both of them grab one of your hands and pull you to your feet to join them. “We have a surprise for you,” Mitsuya explains with a grin as he pulls you down the hallway.

“We were gonna wait for your birthday,” the other man adds. “But we decided that we’re sick of waiting.”

Your questions are ignored as they guide you towards the third bedroom that serves as Mitsuya’s workspace. It’s not a room that you’ve spent a lot of time in due to your worry of distracting the designer. So once inside, you take a moment to look around.

There are several mannequins of differing sizes, and a few clothing racks. Sewing supplies and a variety of fabrics litter the space. The desk pressed against one wall of the room is cluttered with sketches of clothing designs. You lean forward to get a closer look, expecting the sort of outfits that your friend normally designs. Instead, you are surprised to find that every single one of them is a design for lingerie.

“Do you like them?”

You jump when Mitsuya whispers right into your ear. His laughter warms your skin before he pulls back and studies you with arms crossed over his chest. For a brief moment, his normal confidence is replaced by something else - trepidation, perhaps?

“They’re beautiful,” you answer honestly. “I was just surprised. You haven’t ever designed anything like this in the past. What inspired this?”

The man glances over at Hakkai, who nods encouragingly. He takes a deep breath, and you feel a pit of worry in your gut. The atmosphere has suddenly changed, and you could cut the tension with a knife when he finally speaks.

“You inspired it.”

This time when you look at the sketches, you start to notice small details about them that you had missed before. Each design has been given personal touches that are perfectly catered to your preferences. There’s no doubt in your mind that he is telling the truth. These are all for you.

“I wanted to have a few more of the pieces finished before showing you.” Mitsuya reaches towards one of the clothing racks, carefully removing a single item from its protective garment bag. “So far, this is the only one that’s done. It’s probably my favorite, and I couldn’t help but get a head start on it.” He offers you a sheepish smile. “Do you like it?”

It’s quite possibly his most gorgeous work yet. The babydoll is pristine white, the cups of the bra decorated with floral lace that leads into the thin straps. Beneath the bust, the sheer fabric seems just long enough to fall to around mid-thigh. The lacy white panties match perfectly, completing the outfit.

“I love it,” you reply honestly. “But I don’t understand. Why would you go to all of this work just for me? Not that I don’t appreciate it, of course! I just want to know your reasoning.”

“Well, the truth is,” Mitsuya speaks slowly before pausing. He’s hesitant, more nervous than you’ve ever seen him. But then Hakkai takes his hand and squeezes it encouragingly, and it seems to give him the courage he needs. “The two of us have fallen in love with you.”

Your jaw drops as you glance from one man to the other. This is some sort of cruel joke, it has to be. There’s no way that both of the men that you’ve been pining over for god knows how long, would actually return your feelings.

But they are completely serious. There are no signs of teasing, no indication that they are being anything but completely honest. They look so vulnerable like this, as they anxiously await your response.

“So,” you speak slowly, stalling for time as you attempt to wrap your brain around this new piece of information. “This- this is a confession?”

They nod in unison.

“We tried to kind of ease you into it.” Hakkai steps forward, reaching for you instinctively before stopping and letting his hands fall back to his sides. “I mean, we pretty much outright told you that we loved you. Multiple times, in fact.”

“I thought you meant as friends!” Suddenly, you’re thinking back to every interaction you’ve had with either of them over the past several months. Every affectionate touch, ever sweet compliment. They really did make it glaringly obvious. You had just been too dense to recognize what they had been doing.

You should be ecstatic. This is literally a dream come true. You’ve wanted both of them for so long, hiding your love for them and forcing yourself to be content with simply being a friend. Now, they are offering you everything that you’ve been longing for on a silver platter.

Yet your insecurities won’t let you believe it. Not yet.

“Why?” you ask, hesitantly. “I just- the two of you are both surrounded by beauty on a daily basis as part of your job. Why would you ever want to settle for me?”

“Settle?” There’s a dark, almost angry tone to Mitsuya’s voice that you’ve never heard. “Baby, don’t you dare sell our emotions short.”

Hakkai interrupts, gently squeezing his boyfriend’s shoulder to help calm him down. “We love you because of everything you are and everything you’re not. There isn’t a single thing about you that we don’t find perfect.”

He turns to the other man, who nods approvingly. “Your beauty has been an inspiration to me for a long time now,” Mitsuya admits. “Whenever I get burnt out, and feel like I have nothing left to give, you manage to pull me out of my creative slump without even trying. You’re a goddess, and it hurts me every time I see you turning a blind eye to your own perfection.”

Never before has your heart felt so full. They love you. They want you. They desire you. It’s not enough to completely vanish the intrusive thoughts that plague you on a daily basis. But you can’t deny the sincerity and complete acceptance that they are both showing you. It puts your doubts to rest, if only for the current moment.

“I love you. Both of you.” Your trembling lips finally speak the words that you’ve been too scared to say. They flow from you with surprising ease, and it immediately feels as if a weight has lifted from you. “So… what happens next? I know that any relationship takes work, but this sort of thing - polyamory - it’s not easy. I already have so many insecurities. Are you sure that this is something you really want?”

It takes less than a second for you to find yourself trapped between the two men as they embrace you. “We wouldn’t have brought this up to you if we weren’t sure,” Mitsuya says, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“We’ve been talking about it for weeks,” Hakkai adds. “And if you accept joining our relationship, we promise to be completely honest and open with you. We’re willing to take things as slowly as you want. Or, if you don’t think that this sort of thing is for you, nothing has to change between us. As long as we get to be in your life, support you and love you as your friends, that’s all we really want.”

You shake your head adamantly. “I want this.” Looking between the two of them, you smile softly. “As long as you both want me, I’m all yours.”

Mitsuya is the first to react. He cups your face in his hands, breath mingling with yours. “Can I kiss you?” he asks as his thumbs tenderly brushes against the apples of your cheek. As soon as you give permission, he tilts his head and slots his lips against yours. They are soft and warm, tasting of the cherry chapstick he wears so diligently. It’s a sweet kiss - chaste, innocent, sincere.

When he pulls back, it’s just enough for his forehead to press against yours. “You’re so perfect,” he murmurs dreamily. “I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

“Well, not all yours.” The other male interrupts. Hands on your hips, he turns you to face him. One hand going to the back of your neck, he massages the skin softly. “Is it my turn?”

Giggling, you lean forward and bring your mouth to his. He catches you off guard when he deepens the kiss. His head tilts, tongue darting out to trace your lower lip. Your surprised gasp gives him just the opening he was looking for. The pink muscle brushes against yours teasingly before pulling back, leaving you whining at the sudden loss.

You’re confused when Hakkai turns away from you so suddenly after such a passionate kiss. But he’s quick to return his sights to you, and this time he’s holding the lingerie that Mitsuya had designed. He holds it up to your body, as if imagining how it will fit you.

“How about you put on a little fashion show, just for the three of us. What do you say, baby?” As he speaks, the hand that isn’t holding the outfit slips beneath the hem of your shirt, rubbing circles into the bare skin of your hip.

Hesitating, you bite your lip. The thought of being so bare in front of them is a little intimidating. What if they change their mind when they see your body, no longer hidden by the layers of clothing?

“You don’t have to,” Mitsuya reassures you. “If this dumbass is being too eager, just say the word and I’ll put him in his place.” He gently smacks his palm against the other male’s head, simply grinning at the resulting shriek and the glare that his boyfriend sends him.

The tension you were feeling dissolves slightly as you giggle. “No, I think- I think it’s okay.” You reach for the clothing. “Um, should I just change right here, or…?”

“I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable undressing in your own room.” Mitsuya gives you an understanding smile. “If you don’t like the way that it looks, or if it doesn’t fit right, you don’t have to show us. But make sure to take note of anything you don’t like so that I can fix it for you.”

Nodding, you press the outfit to your chest as you walk towards your room. You can hear their footsteps following you from a respectable distance. Your hands are shaking slightly, and you aren’t sure if it’s from nerves or excitement.

You fumble with your clothing, shedding each article much more slowly than you normally would. Once you are naked, you take the time to trace your finger over the lingerie that had been designed just for you. It’s too exquisite, you think. Too beautiful for someone who looks like you. You have no idea how many hours were spent on this single outfit, but you knew that it was surely far more than you deserved.

No, you scold yourself. You wouldn’t let your doubts belittle the thought and care that Mitsuya had put into this gift. Even if it meant repeatedly fighting that little voice inside your head whispering that you weren’t good enough for it, for them.

You kept your back turned to the mirror as you carefully slipped into the lingerie. It slid easily against your skin, no pinching or squeezing like you were used to when trying on more intimate apparel. As far as you could tell, the measurements were perfect. Now all that was left was to see how it looked. Taking a deep breath, you turned towards the floor-length mirror.

The babydoll was flawless. It perfectly enhanced your natural body shape, and the panties were comfortable yet flattering in the way that they snugly fit the globes of your ass. You had no complaints… about the clothing, that is.

It took effort to keep your gaze from wandering to your exposed skin. Everything that you were self conscious about was now exposed and on display. The rolls, the stretch marks, the parts that jiggled. They were about to see all of it.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” As if sensing your anxiety, Mitsuya called to you from the other side of the door. “You don’t have to show us, even though I’m sure you look incredible.”

“Incredible?” Hakkai snickers, trying and failing to keep quiet. “I bet she looks fucking sexy as hell, is how she looks.”

You can’t help but giggle. Their dumb back and forth teasing is so familiar to you. It calms you slightly, gives you just enough confidence to stride over to the door and yank it open.

“Well?” you ask. You stare from one of them to the other, waiting for their reactions. “What do you think?”

Hakkai rakes his wide eyes up and down your form, mouth hung open in awe. He licks his lips, swallowing thickly before mumbling simply, “Damn.” He seems to be trying to think of something else to say, but all that comes out is another, “Damn.”

“Fucking perfect.” Your gaze moves to Mitsuya when he speaks. The way he looks at you - it’s an expression you’ve seen so many times before. It’s the way he looks at his designs when they finally come together perfectly, a mixture of pride and wonderment. Only this time, it isn’t for the clothing.

It’s for you.

Your face heats beneath the intensity of their stares. A familiar feeling of want begins to form in the pit of your stomach. And it only grows when you notice that both of the men are sporting bulges that they make no effort to hide from you.

“You know, I bet you’d look even better in nothing at all.” Hakkai finally regains his ability to speak as he sidles over to you. His hands reach beneath the sheer fabric to glide up and down your sides before lifting to rest on your shoulders. “No offense to Taka, of course.”

The man in question simply chuckles. “Oh no, I completely agree with you. My skills could never compare to such a natural beauty.” He takes your hand in his, raising it to his lips while never taking his eyes off of yours. “You are far more stunning than anything I could ever design, angel.”

While you are distracted by Mitsuya, Hakkai takes the opportunity to hook his thumbs beneath the straps of the lingerie. He slides them down your shoulders slowly, tracing your skin with his fingers as he does so.

“Is this okay?” he asks. All traces of teasing are gone from his voice as he searches your face. “If I’m moving too fast, let me know. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.”

He’s giving you one last chance to back out of this. If you give him permission, he will strip you until there is nothing to hide you from the hungry gaze of the two men. You’ll be completely exposed to them both, vulnerable to their visual critique.

“Keep going,” you say. “I- I want to keep going.”

Hakkai walks you backwards into your room as he fumbles with the lingerie. Too embarrassed to watch as he undresses you, instead you look past him, searching. When you find Mitsuya, your throat tightens and your mouth goes dry at the sight.

He’s leaning against the doorframe, slowly stroking himself through the layers of clothing. His smile is almost predatory when he catches you staring. When he winks, you quickly turn your head in an attempt to hide your expression. Despite the intimate actions that you are currently taking part in, the unadulterated lust in his gaze still manages to take you off guard.

“Oh my fucking god,” Hakkai steals your attention with a whimper. You shiver slightly as he stares at your now nude form. His eyes are dark, pupils blown and almost completely swallowing the indigo irises. “Can I touch you? Please?”

As soon as you nod your approval, he is moving. He cups your breasts in both hands, humming in contentment at their weight. His fingers are soft as they trail along your skin.

“Shit, you’re so soft,” he coos. “Taka, you gotta feel her. You gotta-”

“Hakkai.” There’s a sudden authoritative tone to Mitsuya’s voice that causes both you and the other man to snap to attention. “I think I can decide for myself what I 'gotta’ do. Don’t you?”

There’s a palpable tension in the room as the power shifts. Hakkai remains as frozen as you, the two of you simply waiting for some sort of command. It feels as if you shouldn’t even breathe without permission.

“Strip, love,” Mitsuya says. Lavender eyes appraise the two of you as the taller man scrambles to obey. “I want to admire the two most beautiful humans in the entire world, together.”

Lean muscle is revealed for your viewing pleasure as Hakkai practically tears his shirt in his haste to remove it. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, both in magazines and in person. Yet he seems somehow even more beautiful now that he’s yours to admire, yours to touch.

“Go on, angel, you can touch him.” As if reading your mind, Mitsuya gives you permission to do exactly what you’ve been wanting. “His nipples are especially sensitive. Try rolling them between your fingers, he whines so pretty when you do it.”

Sure enough, the room is soon filled with high-pitched whines as you let your hands wander across the man’s tall frame. You tease one pink bud between thumb and forefinger while your other hand traces the lines of his abs. It’s impossible not to marvel at the way his stomach tightens, muscles contracting as his shoulders hunch and he barely seems able to keep from doubling over.

The two of you continue to obey the commands given to you without question. You are currently caught in a sloppy, heated kiss, and Hakkai can’t keep his hands in one place. One moment they’re squeezing their ass. The next, one is tangled in your hair while the other keeps a bruising grip on your waist.

Meanwhile you are struggling to remove his pants as you were ordered. There is barely enough space between the two of you to fit your hands. But you finally manage to tug them down past his hips. They fall, pooling around his ankles. His boxers are much easier to maneuver, and within seconds he is whimpering as he grinds his bare cock against you.

Unable to resist the urge, you pull away so that you can get a good look at him. He takes the opportunity to kick his discarded clothing out of the way. You barely notice though, too entranced by the sight of him.

His cock is pretty, long and thin with a single prominent vein along one side. The head is flushed pink, with a single drop of pearlescent precum beading at the slit. He is shaved completely bare - a prerequisite of his job that he’s complained about more than once.

“You want to taste it, don’t you?” Once again, Mitsuya manages to know exactly what you are thinking. “Go ahead, baby. Get on your knees and suck him.”

Hakkai watches with eyes half lidded as you obediently sink down until you are level with his length. His breathing hitches when you lap up the precum, the bitter flavor filling your mouth. You kitten lick the head before wrapping your lips around it and sucking.

He instinctively bucks his hips forward, forcing himself further into your mouth. You gag as he hits the back of your throat, and he immediately pulls back. “Shit, sorry! Your mouth just feels so good.”

He’s more careful as you begin slowly moving up and down, letting you set the pace as you slowly take more of him. Your hand wraps around the base, stroking what you can’t fit in time with the bobbing of your head. His hands gather up your hair, holding it back in a makeshift ponytail.

Tears gather in the corners of your eyes as you continue to gag on his cock. You try to keep your throat relaxed, letting his length work it open to take as much of him as you can. The pleasured sounds that he makes are more than worth the difficulty that you know you’ll have speaking later.

“Fuck,” Mitsuya groans from where he stands in the entrance of your room. He’s discarded his shirt now, revealing a toned torso criss-crossed with a few thin white scars. No longer content with just watching, he beckons you with a single finger. “C'mere, both of you.”

Hakkai helps you up, supporting you as feeling returns in prickles to your numb legs. Once you are steady, he turns his attention to his boyfriend. Practiced hands begin removing what remains of the other man’s clothing.

“You looked so fucking good with his dick bulging in that pretty throat.” Mitsuya wraps his fingers around your throat, pressing down just enough for you to feel the pressure. “But I bet you’ll look even better when mine is splitting you open.”

As the last of his clothing is discarded, you look down just in time to watch as his cock is freed from the confines of his briefs. It’s shorter than Hakkai’s, but thick with a fat head that is sure to stretch you out nicely.

His hand moves from your throat to your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eye as he captures you in a kiss that is surprisingly tender. Backing you closer to the bed with each sweet brush of his tongue against yours, he stops when the back of your knees hit the mattress. Turning to the other man, he gestures for him to join the two of you.

“Lay down on your back, handsome.” Mitsuya pulls his boyfriend in for a brief kiss before lightly shoving him towards the bed. Then his attention comes back to you. “Are you okay with riding him? Do we need condoms? Both of us are clean, but if pregnancy is a concern-”

“I’m on birth control,” you interrupt. “No condoms.”

The desperation in your voice is impossible to hide. Now that all of the things that you’ve fantasized about are finally happening, you don’t want anything in between you and them. You want to feel the warmth of them inside of you as they stuff you full of their cum.

You soon find yourself straddling Hakkai’s hips, dragging your soaking cunt up and down his throbbing length, coating him in your slick. Steadying yourself with a hand on his muscular abs, you throw your head back in pleasure as he catches against your clit with every stroke. The stimulation is driving you crazy, wanting more, needing to feel him inside of you.

Mitsuya sits across from you, face flushed as the other man’s tongue eagerly probes at his asshole. He leans forward to kiss you again, one hand cupping your breast and teasing the perky bud while the other guides Hakkai’s cock to your entrance.

“Fuck him, baby,” he pants. “Wanna see how well you take him.”

Cooing encouragement, Mitsuya helps you slowly lower onto Hakkai’s length. He brings a thumb to your clit, the pleasure easing the way for you to fully seat yourself. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, sweat beading at your hairline. No one has ever reached this deeply inside of you before, and you can’t tell if the sensation you feel is pleasure or pain.

“You’re doing so good, angel.” His voice is strained as he tries to focus on you, instead of the tongue squirming inside of his ass. He leans forward to pepper your face with kisses. “Start nice and slow, okay? We’re not in any rush. You can take all the time you need.”

As you slowly bounce up and down, the pain eases into pure pleasure. The man beneath you begins to buck up into you, the force of his thrusts sending your body tumbling forward into the other man’s waiting arms. He traces his fingers up and down your spine, the other tangling in your hair as he catches your lower lip between his teeth.

While he kisses you roughly, you wrap your fingers around his neglected cock. He moans into your mouth as you begin stroking him, slowly spreading the precum that has gathered at the tip down the rest of his length. You set a slow pace, enough to stimulate him but not enough to let him finish too quickly.

It’s a little overwhelming, being with both of them. There are two pairs of hands on you, one clinging to your hips and the other groping your breasts. One long cock is nudging against your cervix while another throbs in your hand.

“Getting close, pretty boy?” Mitsuya grinds his ass down on Hakkai’s tongue, giving the other man no chance to answer. “Bet you wanna cum in that pretty pussy.”

You can feel as he throbs inside of you at the other man’s words. His movements become more frantic, drawing a moan out of you as he drags deliciously against your gummy walls. The angle of his thrusts has him pressing against your g-spot, and you tense as the pleasure begins to build up.

“Cum.”

The simple command is enough to tip you over the edge of bliss. Your orgasm triggers Hakkai’s, who gives one more sloppy thrust before flooding you with warmth. He groans loudly, “Fuck baby, you’re milking me so good, oh my god.”

A hand catches your face as your head tilts forward, suddenly too heavy for you to lift on your own. “You did so good, angel,” Mitsuya whispers against your lips. “Look so pretty when you cum for us. Think you can give us a couple more?”

“Mhm,” you agree quickly. “Wanna make you feel good too, Taka. Wan’ you inside, please, need it so bad.”

He silences you by stuffing three fingers into your mouth. You immediately obey the unspoken request, sucking on the appendages and lolling your tongue around them. There’s a pleasant haze clouding your mind, leaving you barely able to think about anything but your desperation to please the two men.

“Shh, be a good girl and wait a bit for me, yeah?” He pulls you off of Hakkai, gently laying you down with your back on the bed. Sliding down your body, he parts your thighs, peppering them with kisses. “You’re such a mess down here, fuck. Let me help you baby, I’ll get you nice and clean. Then I’ll give you my cock since you’re beggin’ for it so nicely.”

While Mitsuya trails open mouthed kisses up your thighs, the other male curls into your side. He mouths at your jawline, your neck, your collarbone. Littering purple marks on your skin, he marks you lazily, hands groping your stomach, chest, and waist as he does so.

It’s so much happening at once, too much for you, still sensitive from your orgasm. You begin to squirm, but a sharp swat to your inner thigh stills you and causes you to gasp in shock. Light purple eyes look up at you from between your legs as he frowns at you. “Be still,” he orders. “All you need to do is lay there and look pretty while I lick this slutty little hole clean. Got it?”

Before you can even form the words in your mind, he’s sliding his hands beneath your hips. Sitting back on his heels, he lifts your lower half until your cunt is right in front of his mouth. Flicking his tongue against your clit, he smirks at your resulting moan before burying his face between your legs.

He eats you like a man starved. His tongue pushes past your entrance, scooping out the mixture of yours and Hakkai’s cum and swallowing it with a satisfied groan. Smacking his lips, his eyes roll back in pleasure.

“So fucking good.”

It doesn’t take long for the men to work you back up to your high. While Mitsuya wraps his lips around your clit and sucks with just the right amount of pressure, Hakkai’s face is buried between your breasts. He’s leaving sloppy kisses as his fingers pinch and lightly tug at your nipples.

Your second orgasm hits you much more suddenly than the first. Tremors wrack your body and your vision goes white. But neither of them pull away, leaving you whining and trying to push their heads away as the overstimulation becomes too much for you.

There’s no chance to catch your breath. Hakkai moves out of the way, kneeling above you and giving Mitsuya the room he needs to hover his body over yours. Propping himself up on one elbow, he grips his length in the other hand and begins guiding it up and down your slit, coating himself in your slick. You shudder as he bumps against your clit, the overly sensitive bundle of nerves still throbbing from your last orgasm.

“Think you’re ready to take me, angel?” he asks. “If you need to tap out-”

“No!” you don’t even let him finish the sentence. “I want you to fuck me, Taka. Please, you promised that you would.”

He leans his forehead against yours as he guides his cock to your entrance. “Okay pretty baby. I’m gonna go nice and slow, but let me know if it hurts.”

Despite all of the prep and having already taken Hakkai, it burns as your walls stretch to accommodate his girth. You imagine that it would hurt no matter how slowly he inched inside of you. But he’s being so gentle, reaching for your hand and twining his fingers with yours.

“You’re doing so good,” he praises. “Taking me so well, pretty girl.”

When his hips finally press flush against yours, he gives you a moment to catch your breath. His lips ghost your skin - your forehead, cheeks, even your nose. Once he feels your walls beginning to relax around him, he nuzzles his nose against yours. “I’m gonna move now, okay?”

He begins thrusting slowly, letting you feel each and every drag of his length inside of you. The pleasure has you digging your fingers into his back, locking your legs around his hips. You want him as close to you as possible, sharing the same breath as he fucks you tenderly.

Something slaps against your cheek, drawing your attention to Hakkai. He kneels at the side of your head, his neglected cock hard again as he fists it over you. “Forget about me already?” he pouts. “Let’s fix that, okay baby?”

He supports the back of your head with one hand, holding it up so that you can suckle the tip of his length. Throwing his head back, he moans loudly as your lips wrap around him. He continues jerking himself off, doing most of the work himself while spreading your saliva down his shaft, using it as lube. “Fuck yeah baby, just keep sucking the tip, just like that.”

There’s a sudden shift in position as Mitsuya grabs the backs of your thighs and pushes them towards your chest. He’s hitting you deeper now than before, thrusting harder. Your breasts and stomach jiggle with each harsh slap of his hips against yours.

“God, you feel so good, angel,” he pants. “That perfect pussy of yours is just sucking me in. You’re squeezin’ me so good, so fucking tight.”

“Holy shit, you look so good with your tits bouncin’ like that.” Hakkai joins in on the praise. His voice is tight, and his hand begins moving more frantically. “Fuck, ’m gonna cum. Gonna paint that pretty face with it, you want that baby?”

Pulling off his dick with an audible pop, you nod. “Wan’ your cum, Kai. Wanna be covered in it.” You let your tongue loll out of your mouth, wanting to taste him.

“Fuck,” he grunts. You can see the muscles in his stomach tensing as he gives in to the pleasure. Several ropes of white coat your face, some of it landing on your tongue. You lick your lips, making a show of swallowing what you can.

Hakkai scoops up a glob of his spend, shoving his fingers in your mouth. “That’s right baby, tell me how I taste. Good, huh?”

While you suck the cum from the other man’s fingers, Mitsuya’s thrusts are beginning to become sloppy. His brow is furrowed as he tries to stave off his impending orgasm just a little longer. Thumb coming to rub tight circles against your clit, he pleads, “Gimme one more, wanna feel you cum around my cock.”

Your third orgasm isn’t as intense as the others. It’s a gentle wave of pleasure, carrying you somewhere far above your body. Senses fuzzy, you can barely make out the sound of your name on his lips as he fills you with his warm load.

“C'mon sweetheart, are you with us?”

You blink your eyes open, not even realizing that you had closed them. Mitsuya’s face fills your vision, his lips turning up in a smile as he meets your gaze. “There’s our girl. Are you okay? We didn’t go too rough on you, did we?”

Shaking your head 'no’, you return the smile. “It was perfect,” you say. Turning your head, you find Hakkai hovering on the other side of you. “Both of you were perfect.”

They work together to clean you up, gently wiping the drying cum from your face and thighs. Once you are clean and comfortable, they sandwich you between them on the bed. Arms surround you from either side, leaving you completely cocooned in their shared embrace.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy,” you admit. “I love you both so much.”

Pressing his lips to your neck, Hakkai chuckles against your skin. “Love you too, baby.” He nips playfully before soothing the spot with a kiss. “Everything about you is perfect. You may not believe it now, but we’ll tell you every day until you do.”

“We love you,” Mitsuya echoes. “And we always will.”

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Meteor Shower (Part 9)

Gonna give a little TW on this chapter for descriptions of a surgical procedure. So if you’re squeamish about that sort of thing skip the first paragraph. The first sentence after the description of the surgery is “at first she hadn’t thought it worth her suffering.”

It is always one more thing. Just one more thing and then she will be perfect.

She touches her hands to her cheeks. They are still somewhat sore. Valtor hadn’t bothered to warn her about the swelling. He also hadn’t mentioned that she would be awake for the procedure. That they would simply numb the area as though she were getting a tooth pulled. The surgeons had told her that she didn’t have to look at the mirror, but she couldn’t help it she has something of a curious nature, perhaps morbidly so. And so she watched them remove bits and pieces of her. Her stomach lurches as the image creeps back into her mind; the scalpel opening up two twin lines on each of her cheeks. The yellow-white of the fat beneath it. She had started to feel faint when the surgeon had begun to push down on them. But she couldn’t keep her eyes closed. She wishes that she would have…

At first she hadn’t thought it worth her suffering. She wagers that her cheeks looked much puffier than before the surgery. But Valtor had assured her that the swelling would subside and then she can see the true beauty of her new face. The swelling has gone down but the bruising remains and she still can’t see the beauty of it.

“I look worse than before.” She mutters. Really her disgruntled grumbling had only been meant for herself. But then, she wouldn’t have said it out loud if there wasn’t at least a little part of her that wanted Valtor to hear her complaints. A little part of her that itched for a fight.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic, my dear.” He says again. “It is a surgery. Just as any other, you aren’t going to heal in an instant.”

“Maybe if we had gone with the magical options…” She dares to question.

“That is hardly the same. Spellwork fades quickly…”

Maybe it is her anger that gives her teeth. The teeth that she should have gnashed with before the surgery. “I’m not talking about temporary glamor! I’m talking about the procedures that use magical tools to…”

Valtor raises a silencing hand. “Those methods aren’t as effective. There are some things that ordinary humans do achieve better than us magic folk.” He pauses. “Now quiet yourself before you hurt yourself.”

“I’m not…”

“You can’t eat solid foods yet, do you think that you have a full range of motion for your mouth. Quiet down or you’ll need another operation. Would you like that?”

Further protest dies on Kyanite’s tongue, she swallows it down.

She always does.

Valtor doesn’t fight fair. And she can’t even place what is unfair about his fights so that she can call him out on that. He just seems to know the right things to say and how to say them to get her to shut down. And so she takes the next few weeks in silent suffering.

A peculiar type of mental anguish that is born of anxiety. Of this sneaking suspicion that the bruising might never fade. Or that, when it does, she will be met with lumpiness or asymmetry instead of smooth skin and more visible cheekbones. Dread that, at any minute she will get this funny taste in her mouth, or feel the burn of infect, or any of the other symptoms of a botched procedure that she had come across in her minimal research.

What if feeling doesn’t return to her face?

What if she finds that she can’t move her mouth correctly?

What if, what if, what if?

But some three weeks later, perhaps a bit longer, feeling does return and her cheeks are free of bruising and swelling. There is just one thing about it. The one thing that she had completely forgotten to fear…

That the results would be picture perfect, exactly as intended but she still wouldn’t like it.

By all means, she should. She has the sort of facial structure that most girls would die or kill for. Perfectly slim and perfectly smooth. The sort of face that can be capture from every angle and be called her good side.

She is terribly queasy standing in front of the mirror, hand held against her right cheek. It is essentially frozen there, she can’t bring herself to lower it. She can’t even bring herself to tremble. There is something paralyzing about seeing someone else when she is expecting to see herself.

It had only been one surgery. One simple little surgery.

Just that one thing had altered her look almost completely.

Her head was already dizzy from her pre-show fasting. It is absolutely spinning now.

She can still see herself—the real her—in her eyes. But that is it.

And she understands why Valtor hadn’t been worried about her eyes or her lips. The change in her cheek had been so drastic that every feature of her face looks different.

And her mind severs that much more. The small cracks of disconnect between her mind and body have fractured further. Opening into a yawning crevice of dysmorphia. A gap between who she is and who she used to be that she cannot bridge.

She doesn’t know how long Valtor had been standing there. Just that he has come up behind her. Just that his hands are on her shoulders, massaging gently. “Perfect.” He comments. “Surely you are pleased.”

She can’t open her mouth to get the words out so he takes it as approval.

“Good, because your chin could still use some work. It wouldn’t make sense for you to have slender cheeks and a round chin.” He prattles on but his voice is fading further into the background with each word. “Your breasts however could do with some of that rounding, I can book an…” Her head is growing dizzy. “We can also take you to a salon and have your eyebrows done…”

She can’t take it anymore. “One surgery!” She slams her fist onto the dresser. “You said one surgery! Do we have a different concept of how numbers work!?” She holds up a finger. “One.” And the two more. “Three.”

Valtor opens his mouth but this time she speaks over him. She hates that her voice is so shrill. She holds her pointer out in front of him. “How many fingers am I holding up!?”

“Kya…”

“Answer the fucking question! How many fingers?!”

“One.”

“Okay so you can count! How many surgeries did you say I’d be getting?”

“One.” He mumbles.

“And how many surgeries have I gotten already?”

“One.”

“One.” She confirms. “That’s what we agreed to.”

And he is laughing. Laughing as though he is the one who had won that argument. Laughing because he knows that, somehow, he has. He always does win. “My darling, you forget that I can end your career any time I’d like to.” He takes a sip from the wine glass on the vanity dresser. The glass that she had poured for herself before looking in the mirror. “I can also share a few secrets.”

Kyanite’s stomach drops.

“Tabloids love hearing about pop stars with eating disorders. The ones who throw up to stay as thin as you are.” He reminds her slowly.

“I don’t…”

“The ones who starve are also intriguing. Especially if they used to look like this.” He manifests a thin folder into his hands and slaps it on the dresser. He flips it open to reveal photocopies of old year books.

“Wh-were did you get these?”

“Oh that doesn’t matter, my dear. But if I can get to them, anyone can. Would you like that? Would you like people to know how you used to look before MeTor Shower and your record label fixed you? Before I fixed you?”

“You won’t…” But she knows that he will. “I’ve just recovered from the first surgery.”

“Think it over, Kyanite.” He holds his pointer and middle fingers under her chin and tilts her head up. “I’ll let you ponder it for a while. But I want an answer by the day after your show at the end of the week.” He lets her head drop. He doesn’t look back at her as he walks away, she is simply too unsightly for him.

She is unsightly for herself too. She waits until the door closes to slide down the wall and to the floor. She can’t imagine that her body can take much more abuse. What kind of surgeon is he paying for, that will take her in spite of her dwindling health.

She eats just enough to function and not draw any questions but not enough to feel energized and strong. Certainly not enough to get her through another surgery and recovery period. He is going to get her killed, she thinks. She is so weak and growing weaker still. And she still has a performance to put on and, apparently, another round of surgery to go through.

She can’t do this anymore.

She can’t do it.

But if she stopped now, she wouldn’t know what else to do.

Maybe if she gets enough surgeries she can disconnect completely. Maybe Kyanite will die and she will be someone else. She imagines that that person will be worse. She thinks that, maybe, Kyanite has already died. She no longer shows up in the mirror.

.oOo.

Icy closes her eyes and inhales.

She hasn’t done it in some time, but she thinks that now is as good a time as any. She needs something to take her through this disaster. Snow has always helped her in some form or another. It has helped her in classes and combat in the form of magical prowess. And it will help her get through a tour in the form of coca plants and chemicals.She could use the euphoria. And she could use the energy boost.

Besides, it isn’t as though she has never ruined herself before. She’s done it many times over. Maybe this time it will save her. Her career anyways; nothing says ‘witch’ and ‘rock band’ like hard drugs.

She wipes the counter down and slips her little bag of powder back into the slit she had made in her platform boots. Nobody has been able to find her stash yet. Nobody knows that she has one at all.

She emerges from the bathroom and finds herself a spot on the bed. Stormy and Darcy are probably still at the pool. And that is fine by her, after so many weeks of sharing a cramped bus with them, she is thrilled for some alone time and a comfier hotel bed. Perhaps she should save her drugs for the tour bus when she really needs them.

“Hey!” Bloom greets. “You left the door open!”

Icy groans and rubs her face with one hand. The other she keeps free just long enough to throw a middle finger up at Bloom. Bloom who thinks that, that is the funniest possible action that she could have taken.

“You break into our dorm at Alfea all the time. Fair is fair.” Bloom declares.

“Fuck fair.” Icy grumbles.

“Are you always this cheerful?” Bloom asks. “I swear that every time I talk to you, you get grumpier and grumpier.”

“Consider this; you have a presence that induces rage. The more time I spend in close proximity to you, the less joy I find myself able to feel.” Not that she hasn’t been steadily dying within for the longest time now.

“Well I thought that I would ask you if you wanted to come with us to…”

“I don’t want to be seen with you in public.”

“Well gee, then we have a problem considering that we’re touring together and inviting the general public to come to our shows.”

And there it is. Another bit of her soul vacates her body. She isn’t a particularly nice person but she doesn’t think that she deserves this kind of suffering.

“Anyways, Darcy and Stormy wanted me to ask you…”

“Then why aren’t they here in person? Why would they send you?”

“Because they think that you’re still mad at them for the whole impromptu song mashup incident.”

“They are correct.” She is furious with them and still reeling from Darko. But that will subside soon enough when the drugs kick in.

“If it makes you feel better, we added a few new rules to the list. And we made a ‘we’re sharing a tour bus now’ list of rules. And…”

Does the fairy ever stop talking? She is going to get another headache.

“We made a schedule for who gets to choose the music.”

“Well that’s great except that there’s six of you and three of us.”

“Which is why you three get two turns. So you get first pick and then I choose. Stormy picks next and then Musa. Darcy and then Stella and then you again. And after you, Layla gets to pick…”

She really could have stopped there, Icy gets the picture. But she carries on until she lists all of her friends and then repeats that pattern a second time just to really drive the point home. “And let me guess, you’re going to be playing MeTor Shower the entire time?”

“That’s right! See we know each other so well! We’re the perfect tour duo.” She pauses. “And that’s why you’re going to come with me and join your band and mine for a night on the town! Have you ever been to Solaria?”

“Do I look like I’ve even seen sunlight in the least ten years?” Icy grumbles. “I can explore Solaria with you idiots because I’m allergic to the sun. What a shame, how disappointing, guess that you will all have to do without me.”

“I see you walking in the sunlight all the time!” Bloom protests. “You were in the sun for like three hours yesterday.”

“A mistake, I assure you. I had a miserable time and…”

“You’re still alive. Besides, it is nighttime so you won’t have to worry about UV rays.”

“I will have to worry about my eardrums though.”

“Your eardrums?”

“Your voice does this thing to them where they start to bleed. You can’t see it because…”

“Your blood is invisible.” Bloom guesses.

“Because I freeze my blood to the inside of my earholes before it can come out. It’s very effective because it also functions as ear plugs.”

“This is why I enjoy your company, Icy! You say some pretty amazing things, I think about them for days.”

“And your company makes me experience some type of psychogenic death. Not to be confused with the magically induced psychogenic death that Darcy has tested on myself and Stormy. Unfortunately it did not work and I’m still alive to talk to you. It is with deepest sincerity that I hope you think about this conversation for days. That you truly process every word until you feel all of the offense that I had intended.”

She is chuckling harder. Hard enough to grip her sides. “I love it when you talk like a tortured Victorian child.”

“Name one child, Victorian or otherwise, that talks like I do.”

.oOo.

Bloom is fairly certain that Icy is only getting dressed to get her to stop talking. She is completely certain that the woman has stripped down to her undergarments in a futile attempt to get her to leave.

“I like your tattoos.” Bloom says instead. And she has a lot of them. The one on her chest is the most elaborate; a depiction of her wisteria crystal surrounded by a very intricate, lacey looking snowflake and a few swirling symbols that might be used for spellwork. There is an guitar and a microphone wrapped in a swirl of snow on her right bicep and an ice snake curling around her left. In several places on her torso, her ribcage just beneath her breast and several spots on her belly are a few black feathers with shimmering white ink on the tips. There is a snowflake, also done in shimmery ink, around her belly button. It is almost as eye catching as the dangling diamond belly ring.

Her forearms from her wrists to her elbows are decorated with lines of icicles that seem to creep out from what, at first, bloom thinks is white ink crevices. She stares long enough to realize that she isn’t looking at ink at all but several thin scars. She isn’t sure how she hasn’t noticed those before. She supposes that she has never really been close enough to Icy, outside of petty campus combat, to get a good look.

For a moment she considers asking, but she has already pushed Icy’s patience very far tonight and really it is none of her business.

“I didn’t realize that fairies like ink.”

“They usually don’t.” Bloom shrugs. “But I think that it can look nice. I’d be too scared to get a tattoo of my own though.”

Icy pulls a fishnet shirt over her head and then a simple black-blue mini dress over that. It is made of velvet and reaches mid thigh. Suddenly Bloom feels so under dressed in her band T and those jeans that are ripped at the knee and patched near the bottom.

She wears a simple golden chain around her neck, burrowed from Musa and a pair of hoop earrings that Stella had give to her. Icy puts in a pair of very dangly, very flashy icicle earrings. These earrings hook up to one of several helix piercings at the top of her ear. Bloom wonders if Icy can hook the piercing to her nose ring the way that Darcy hooks hers to her septum piercing.

“Didn’t all of that hurt?”

“Nothing hurts more than enduring human existence.” Icy shrugs.

“That is so not a real answer.”

She is given another shrug. She watches Icy fix a choker around her neck and clasp a second necklace. It falls against her chest and the unpolished blue stone catches in the light. Bloom’s lips part and her eyes narrow. “No way.” She whispers.

“What was that?”

She doesn’t answer. She has to be certain. And she almost is. The tinsel is missing but the feather is still there. And the shape of the crystal is unmistakable. What she had mistaken for a flower is actually a snowflake. “Where did you get that?”

“Huh?”

“The necklace! Where did you get it?” Bloom practically shouts.

“Geez, Peters, relax. I didn’t steal it.”

But if she didn’t steal it…

“It was always yours?”

“Yes, it has always been in my possession. Shit, I steal one Solarian ring, one time…”

“You took it several times.” Bloom corrects.

“Whatever. Does this look like fairy jewelry to you!?”

“Yeah, actually it does.” Bloom digs around in her backpack until she finds one of several albums. The special limited edition release of MeTor’s second album. “It looks like this one.” She points to the crystal glimmering on Kyanite’s neck. “It looks exactly like this one.”

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Can I really change my entire facial structure with the law alone? Because normally surgeries are performed and even with surgeries you don't always look so good, if my desire is to be the most beautiful woman in the world as never seen before in history, I am not yet, I am a normal girl, but on the other hand I want all this to be fulfilled by the time I am 18 and in two months I turn 18, I don't have the money to pay for a surgery, I really don't know how it would be like magic to change the facial structure with the law, such as eye color, among other aspects.

The short answer is yes, YES YOU CAN - there is nothing stopping you but limiting beliefs in this case and you are worried about the ‘How’ - THE HOW DOESN’T MATTER, THE CIRCUMSTANCES DON’T MATTER. IF YOU WANT TO CHANGE YOUR PHYSICAL APPEARANCE AND THAT IS YOUR DESIRE FOLLOW THE LAW AND IT SHALL BE SO!

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Let me explain...

From we are children growing up we're conditioned that things like what you desire are labeled as 'impossible' and it can only be done with surgeries and all that now not true at all. And like you this was some shocking news to me but yes it is true. Remember the true reality is in our minds. Everything in the 3D is the inner self pushed out. So change your assumption of yourself and the outside world will follow.

There is also tons of proof that it is possible. it seems you'd like proof because your logical mind can't comprehend. can’t stress this enough. TAKE LOGIC OUT OF MANIFESTING - LOGIC DOESN’T APPLY HERE. BYE BYE LOGIC. WE ARE LIMITLESS BEINGS WE DON’T WORK WITH LOGIC! LOGIC IS 3D STUFF WE IGNORE THE 3D THEREFORE WE IGNORE LOGIC WHEN IT COMES TO THE LAW AND ANY OTHER MANIFESTING TECHNIQUES.

A simple search on YouTube will show you dozens of people who have done exactly what it is that you’ve described and more. Yes that includes changing their eye color too! I will link you 2 videos, videos that I’ve personally watched that helped to convince me that anything is possible and you can change your physical appearance with just the law and/or the use of subliminals.

1. MANIFEST PHYSICAL CHANGES (ANYTHING) SCARY FAST + HOW I DID IT USING THE LAW OF ASSUMPTION, THE LAW OF ATTRACTION

2. GUIDE TO MANIFEST & CHANGE YOUR PHYSICAL APPEARANCE (LAW OF ATTRACTION + SUBLIMINALS, 100% WORKS)

These are videos I’ve personally watched. So I recommend you checking them out as she will clear up all your doubts and worries in relation to this. Also I recommend you going on Instagram and just search subliminal results too (if you wanna give subs a try and see the results people have had from them), if you don’t wanna use subs that's ok, remember your mind is stronger than any sub you can do it without the use of subs.

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I literally stopped answering your question to watch this video for you on how this girl changed her eyes without subs, I do this because I don’t just wanna recommend you anything I personally haven’t done research on, watched or listened to myself - I am not here to bullshit anyone. I take this stuff very seriously... maybe a little too serious lmao but I can’t help it I love it.

Here is the video: MY EYE COLOR CHANGED FROM BROWN TO HAZEL GREEN (NO SUBLIMINAL) - what she said at the end hit home for me when she’s like “if you wish something too badly it will never happen” - though that might be a limiting belief that really hit home for me.. again I’m human and though I try to detach as much as possible I have some assumptions that I keep looking for results for and sis in the video told me exactly what I needed to hear in her conclusion. HIGHLY RECOMMEND YOU WATCH IT - ESPECIALLY IF YOUR A PERSON THAT DOUBTS ALOT AND SOMEONE WHO CONSTANTLY OBSESSES OVER RESULTS.

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To end, no you don’t need surgery or all that extra stuff all you need is your mind, faith, belief and your own “I-Am-ness”. NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE HUN, LITERALLY NOTHING. Do your RESEARCH and see that nothing is impossible to you. It may take some time because I think both ladies in their videos said something about it take about a year or 2 (this may not be the case for you it can be faster or maybe a bit longer) - “EVERY SEED HAS IT’S APPOINTED HOUR” literally the part of Neville’s quote that's getting me out of bed in the morning... just because you don’t see immediately results doesn’t mean its not you won’t get them just be patient - it’s already yours, hold that assumption and stick to it with carry it with faith and belief; and if you do get immediate results that's awesome!

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Also very important point I just saw this when I re-read your question before posting. By you denying you’re not the most beautiful girl in the world you’re already putting yourself down and made it harder for your new assumption to blossom. DO AWAY WITH THAT RIGHT NOW GURL YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL IN THE WORLD AND YOU DON’T NEED ME TO TELL YOU THAT, TELL YOURSELF THAT AND KEEP TELING YOURSELF THAT UNTIL IT FEELS NATURAL - YOU DON’T NEED ANY EXTERNAL VALIDATION FROM ANY MF (sorry for the cursing I got passionate here lol) TO TELL YOU YOU’RE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL IN THE WORLD. THE ONLY VALIDATION YOU NEED IS YOUR OWN - WHAT OTHERS THINK THATS ON THEM BUT WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT YOURSELF IS WHAT COUNTS THE MOST!

Also happy birthday 🥳 when it comes! (or happy belated birthday if it already passed) sorry I’m going through a back log of messages and I’m not sure if this is a recent ask or an old one. Either way I hope you enjoy/enjoyed your day! You’re beautiful! Happy Manifesting!💓💓

#manifestwithsuchi #asksuchi #suchiexplains

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loousir · 3 years

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[Merman] From a Distance

Popular Octomer Male x Photographer Male Reader Part One

Cassian

Warnings: Octoboy flirting

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2 of 7 The Seven Sins Series

Masterlist | Part Two | Part Three

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*Click*

The snap of a camera lense sounded as you took one of soon to be many pictures. The breeze blew gently, ruffling your clothes and getting some loose strands of hair in your face. Even though it was early in the morning, the coast line shops were pretty busy. You walked down the street, snapping the occasional picture here and there.

"Oh, um, excuse me!"

A shy voice called out. You turned back to see a short brunette with soft freckles littering their face. "Were you calling for me?" They nod as they stop in front of you. "Yes, s-sorry for stopping you but... Are you a photographer by chance?" They asked softly. You smiled a little and nodded. "Yeah. Need me to take pictures of something?" You asked with a small laugh which made the other smile.

"Actually, yes. Our photographer cancled last minute and we have a shoot in 10." They started to get a little frantic, trying to convince you to take photos for them but just the chance to take pictures had you hooked. "I can take them. And if we need underwater shots I can do those. The camera's Mer-tech and I was planning to do some later."

You smiled more and the other was beaming. They grabbed your hand and shook it. "You're perfect!! Thank you so much! I'll pay you double for this!" They said before pulling you towards where their photo shoot was.

"Hold on a second." You said as you readied your camera. The other looked back at you, about to ask what was wrong when you took a few pictures of them. They seemed shocked and a blush covered their face. "Sorry, we can keep going." Their blush didn't let up but they kept a hold of your hand none the less.

The photo spot was a beautiful cove cave that was one in a million. Your photographer instinct kicked in and you saw so many photo opportunities as you walked deeper into the cove's cave. "Is this where we're taking photos?" You asked as they let go of your hand. They nodded. "Yeah, have you ever worked with a Mer before?" You shook your head when they looked back at you.

"We're taking photos of a Caribbean Reef Octomer for the Mid-Human Monthly. He's gonna be on the cover page and have two dedicated to him so we need a few different pictures." Your eyes widened slightly and you nodded. 'He must be impressive then...' You thought to yourself.

A few moments had past which let you get introduced to the crew that you would be working with. A blonde pygmy satyr woman came up to you and slapped a hand on your shoulder making you jump slightly. "So you're our new camera guy." Her accent gave away that she was from the south. You nod and she has a grin on her face for a moment before getting semi-serious.

"Can I see some of your pictures." "Oh, yeah," You said pulling out your phone and opening up your "portfolio" folder. "I can also show some of the ones I took today." She scrolls through the pictures and has an impressed look on her face. "These are really well edited." She commented as you pulled up some of the pictures on your camera. "Oh they're not edited or anything yet. That's just the camera and some setting tweaks." You mumbled out mindlessly while scrolling to the cameras gallery.

She looked back up to you and you looked to her. "You got these pictures, with that camera?" You nodded and showed her some other pictures but also the best one that you took of the one who recruited you to be a stand in photographer. "I'll be damned. It really is unedited." She hands you back your phone and you close out the gallery app before turning it off and slipping it back in your pocket. "I look forward to working with you and depending how this shoot goes, working with you in the future." Your eyes widened slightly as you shook her extended hand.

"Well I sure hope it goes great then!" You said as she guided you over to the deep pool in the middle of the cove. There was a deep river/crevass that lead out to the open ocean which allowed merfolk to make their way in here as well. "Do you have a change of swim clothes in that bag?" She asked, referring to the bag over your shoulder. "Actually, yeah, I do. I was planning on going under the pier later today. Is there somewhere I can change my shorts?" She nods and motions towards a familiar nb brunette who was fiddling with some papers. "Dakota can take you over to our temp makeup room. It'll give you some privacy to change."

You nodded and thanked her before walking over to the other who you now knew as Dakota. They looked up to you when they heard your footsteps crunching against the gravely ground. "Oh, um, hi." They still seemed nervous from when you took their picture. "Could you show me where your makeup room is? I'm gonna change so I can take pictures." They blushed softly and nodded, leading you over to a curtained, box like structure. "I'll wait outside so no one comes in." They said softly as you stepped into the box.

"Thank you, Datoka." You said as you disappeared behind the curtains. After a few minutes you re-emerged and walked over to Dakota. "Could I also ask you to watch my stuff?" They looked up to you and nodded. You bowed slightly out of habit and thanked them before going over to the director. "I'm ready when our model is." You said, holding your camera close. She nodded and motioned for someone else to come over before walking off to do something.

A tall guy with what looked like a bottle of alcohol came over to you and cautiously poured a glass. "Don't worry, it's not what you're thinking. It's so you can go take pictures easily without drowning. I'll drink some too of your worried about it." You looked at the glass he was holding out to you. It was a light blue drink with some bubbles in it. It looked and smelled like some sort of tropical soda drink.

"Plus we are a professional company, we have rules and regulations to follow regarding things like this. But once you drink up and sign these papers," He said while handing you two pages and a pen, "You'll be ready to go get started with Cassian. He should be here..." He said, dragging his words a bit as he looked around the water. You scanned over the information and it was a simple agreement term for taking the potion.

After confirming there was no sketchy things, you signed and drank the potion. It was like a tropical drink.

Before you knew it, right when you had handed the stuff back, a tan muscular torso with long blonde hair, breached the surface not too far in front of you. You watched as he brushed the lose, wet hair from his face, making a few people in the crowd blush.

'Lucky bastard. He's one of those guys that can do anything and make it look hot.'

You thought to yourself before the guy standing next to you started to talk. "You'll be good for about 6 hours and you'll be able to communicate like on land. Oh also, that, is Cassian." He said, referring to the blonde that you were looking at. Cassian was making casual conversation with some of the group before the same Satyr lady came and talked with him.

You watched for a moment longer before the two blondes looked over to you, making your heart jump slightly. Before you knew it, the tall guy had left your side and the blondes were making their way over to you. You walked a little to meet them halfway.

"I don't think I properly introduced myself!" She said looking up to you. "I'm Siv Penningfon. I mostly do freelance director work for Mid-Human Monthly." You bowed to her slightly. "(Y/n) (L/n), I just moved here but I do freelance photography. If it's a gig that pays I'll take it." You said with a small laugh, making her smile more.

"Of course we can't forget who we're here to take picture of. This is Cassian. I'm sure Dakota told you about him so I'll spare you the details." You smiled, laughed, and nodded before walking over to Cassian to shake his hand. His hands were strong and callous, clearly saying he did some sort of physical work. "Nice to meet you, (Y/n)." He said with a soft smirk. You instantly knew what he was playing at and simply brushed it off with a soft smile and nod.

'I know how to play that game Cassian. Don't go getting full of yourself now.'

"Right! I do believe you are ready to go take pictures right?" You nodded again as you pulled your hand away from Cassian's and looked back to Siv. "Yeah, where are we gonna go first?" Siv thinks for a moment. "I have some spots but it's still a bit early for them. How about you pick the first spot?"

Your eyes lit up, knowing the perfect place for an early morning picture. "Yes! I know somewhere."

A few moments had passed of you leading the other two over to a place near the entrance of the cove. "The way that the sun shines through the water is perfect. It'll frame his figure nicely and offer an enhancement to his already strong contrast to the waters colour." You mumbled out to yourself before stepping into the water. "Well, I'll let you get to work. You've got an hour in this spot but if you're done before then, we can move on." You nodded to Siv before going under.

It was a weird sensation. You hesitantly took a breath, not inhaling water but oxygen. Carefully, you got used to this whole underwater breathing thing before swimming over to Cassian who was messing around with the kelp. You snapped a few pictures of him as he was distracted by something on the floor before noticing you and looking up, half smirking, showing off his sharp canines. You took some more pictures of his little show before guiding him on what you wanted for the pictures.

'For being so full of himself, he listens well. Kinda shocking.'

Cassian looks to his left, holding out his hand as if to hold some of the sun's rays. His hair was floating beautifully around him, the sun framing his facial structure. You snapped a bunch of pictures of him as he continued to pose. You stopped for a moment to mess with some of the camera settings and Cassian saw this as an opportunity to mess with you. He carefully made his way over to you, gently wrapping one of his tentacles around your ankle.

You looked down to his tentacle before looking at his octopus half. It was gorgeous. The way it faded from his tan skin into a much darker brown that steadily spotted and faded out into a bright blue that still held heavy contrast to the more greenish blue water behind him. His tentacle slowly moved up your leg to your thigh but before it could get any further you slapped it away, looking up to him unamused. "Let's maybe wait until we arent working anymore." You said to him with a small wink before going back to what you were doing. Cassian blushed softly and pulled his tentacle back close to his body.

The two of you were under the water for the rest of your hour time limit, racking up hundreds of pictures before you decided to head back up to the surface, Cassian following you. Once you got to the sunny surface, you moved your hair from your face and looked around. You weren't too far from the cove, being on the outside of it just past the entrance on the opposite side of the first photo spot. "I just noticed, I don't think you've even said anything to me since we met." He shrugged and thought for a moment. "I guess I haven't. Not much to say I suppose."

Right as he finished his words, Siv came over to the both of you to show the spot she was talking about. "Cas, if you need a private area I can get you one." Cassian shakes his head. "Don't worry about it, just give me a few and I'll meet you over there." He said, knowing which spot she was talking about. You followed Siv over to a small, foliage covered area. You were confused as there was nothing more than a small pond that Cassian would definitely overflow. Siv seemingly noticed your confusion and decided it might be a good idea to explain the situation. "Cassian is one of the lucky mer-folk that can shift. So he should be getting changed and heading over here soon." You nodded your head and messed with the camera settings again.

A few moments had passed by and a quite tall, yet familiar blonde came over to the two of you wearing a white button-up shirt that had the top three buttons undone, a slim pair of nice dress pants, and a pair of simple leather slip-on dress shoes. His hair was still loose but he had a hair tie around his wrist. "Good lords." You mumbled under your breath before looking away with a blush. Siv seemed to have heard you as she gently pat your back. "This is the last spot unless you wanna take some more pictures. I'm sure the two of you got more than enough pictures while you were under." You smiled and nodded.

"I'd say that's up to Cassian. If he wants to take more pictures somewhere else then I would be down to do it." You said turning back to look at him, only to lock eyes with his bright blue ones. Cassian smiles. "I can't think of anywhere off the top of my head, but if I do think of somewhere while we're taking pictures, I'll let you know." You nodded and looked back to Siv who waved to the both of you as she walked away to leave the two of you to synergize.

He looks at you with furrowed brows for a moment before asking. "Why didn't you change?" You looked up to him and responded, "I'm gonna dry off before I change. I kinda have to put these back in my bag and I don't wanna do that if their wet." Cassian nods and hesitates to say something before changing his mind and not saying it. "Let's go over to the gazebo first."

You followed him over to the gazebo where the two of you took many pictures before moving on to some other spots. After 30 or so minutes, Cassian had stood up and walked over to you. "Are you not wearing sunblock?" He asked, looking at your shoulders. "I was but I guess I have to reapply."

"Well how about you sit in the shade and I go grab a shirt and some water for you." He said with a handsome smirk. You smiled cheekily back to him as you sat in the shade before watching him walk off. A few moments later he returned with a seemingly large shirt and two bottles of water. "Dakota was being protective over your bag so I just grabbed one of my shirts." You nodded as he handed you the sunscreen he pulled from his pocket and the water.

"Do you need help putting the sunscreen on?" You thought for a moment before shyly nodding. "I would appreciate it... I put it on before I left this morning but apparently it wasn't very well done..." He smiles and takes the sunblock back. You sat down on a rock nearby and he popped the cap and put some on his hand before asking you to hold the bottle for him.

He started with your arms, going shoulder to wrist. His hands, though calloused, were soft in rubbing the sunscreen into you skin. You blushed as he continued on and put some on your face, starting from your forehead and moving down. His hands cupped your cheeks, rubbing gently under your closed eyes. "Can I tell you something?" He asked quietly.

You looked up to him and tilted your head slightly. You may have only known him for a few hours but the fact that the confidence he carried so boldly had disappeared had you confused. "Is it odd to say I've never felt this way before? I've never had anyone treat me the way you have." You furrowed your brows after he said that. "What do you mean?"

Cassian shakes his head. "Sorry... I don't know what I'm saying." You didn't press him any farther so you decide to just nod and let him do as he pleased. He put on a smile and said, "Let's keep taking pictures after you put the shirt on." You nodded and slipped the shirt on as he drank from his water bottle. The shirt was much bigger than your frame, going down to about your mid thigh.

The two of you continued the photoshoot without incident. About another hour passed before Siv came to grab the both of you. "That's just about all the time we have for now. Cas, you've got some interviews as well soon. And (Y/n), I'll have you go over some documents for both pay and legal permissions. I'll let you head back on your own but just be back before the hour is over." Both of you nodded and you looked up to Cassian. "Hey Cas?" He looked down to you, cheeks flushing slightly when he did.

"Would you wanna come to the festival this weekend?"

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awesomerextyphoon · 4 years

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Speculum Cupido

Summary: You’ve been Dr. Strange’s apprentice for some time now and you wanted to prove your best friend wrong. It goes awry and both of you find yourselves in a ‘dark mirror’ universe where the Captain, the Asset, the Kraken, and the Fallen Angel want to make both of you theirs.

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Female Reader x Dark!Ransom, minor Dark!Bucky x OFC x Dark!Sam

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Word Count: 3,072

Warning: Dub/Non-Con Smut, Oral (m & f receiving), Daddy Kink, MMF Threesome, Double Penetration, Spit Roasting, Non-Con Drugging, Breeding Kink, and Artistic License w/Biology

A/N: This is my gift to @labella420 for @drabblewithfrannybarnes, @chrissquares , and @amythedvdhoarder’s Happy Hoelentine’s Day Challenge. Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics. Shout out to @saiyanprincessswanie for letting me borrow an idea of hers for this fic. Thanks to @the-soulofdevil for the beta.

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Another Valentine’s Day, another day for the world to mock me being single.

You were having enough of a ‘meh’ week as it is. Dr. Strange had to return to Kamar-Taj for an in-person meeting and Wong was who knows where. They had instructed you to work on your portal and transfiguration spells while they were away which was fair since you’ve been lacking in that department.

It’s just that you longed for some excitement.

Luckily you wouldn’t be spending Valentine’s completely alone; Isabeau, your best friend, was coming over due to as she put it, ‘no one cares about a day where all one gets is somewhat good sex’.

Fast Forward two hours and you’re getting your room ready for Galentine’s Day Movie Night. You had decked out your room with homemade baked goods, drinks, best friend movies, all the good shit.

“I have wonderful news!” Isabeau burst in with gusto yet again.

You shot her a bemused smile, “What is it this time?”

“I have a new crush! It’s Eric from IT!”

“Are you sure this won’t end up like last time?” you queried in reference to the time when Isabeau’s crush turned out to be a complete asshole.

“Oh hush! This won’t be like that at all,” Isabeau retorted, “Now how about you? Have you had any luck with a hot sorcerer?”

“If only I’d be so lucky,” you muttered as Isabeau started on the Toffee Crunch Cookies you made.

A few minutes later, Isabeau’s eyes narrowed and her full lips curved upward in a mischievous smirk.

She had one of her ideas again.

“Hey, why don’t you try an ambiance spell. They’re harmless and you always feel better afterward.”

You didn’t like casting them due to something always going awry, but you relented once Isabeau broke out her puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, alright, I give,” you submitted, “I’ll try a simple floating star spell. Let me find the book.”

Both of you went to the library for the book but it was nowhere to be found. All of the ambiance and illusion books were blank.

“Is this a sorcerer thing? I’m not seeing any words or illustrations,” puzzled Isabeau as you went through book after book in the library only to find them blank.

“No. Maybe we should just go back to my room,” you suggested as you made your way to the exit.

“Wait! There’s one book left. You could try that one.” Isabeau pointed to the last book on the shelf. It was a little worn like many of the books that resided in the library, but the inscriptions seemed odd; like it wasn’t supposed to be there.

Yet it was the only book that had anything in it.

“Fine,” you relented as you took the book back to your room.

The spells in the book weren’t anything out of the ordinary, but one spell seemed to stand out to both of you.

“Speculum Mundus?” Isabeau wondered.

“It means Mirror World in Latin.”

“Oh,” her eyes got a mischievous glint to them again, “I bet you can’t cast the spell.”

“Not this again.”

“Oh come on,” Isabeau goaded, “It’s a simple mirror world spell. You’ve done it before. What’s the worse that can happen?”

“I don’t know…”

“Are you gonna chicken out again?”

“No! Just give me a minute,” you mumbled as your hands got into the starting position and recited the incantation.

The room changed instantly.

It was filled with prism-like structures and kaleidoscope imagery giving the space a surreal ambiance.

It wasn’t unlike the last time you went into the Quantum Realm with Dr. Strange and Wong, and yet the hair on the back of your neck stood straight, and a chill shot through your spine.

You heard a gasp and turned around to see Isabeau with her protruding eyes opened wide and her mouth gaping. Following her line of sight, you saw four of the hottest men you’ve ever seen.

Though something was amiss.

For one thing, there were two Steve Rogers; one with a beard and one clean-shaven. Bucky Barnes’ arm was silver and not dark gray with gold highlights. All of them were in black uniforms with sections of vermillion and/or maroon. Clean-shaven Steve had a black tactical suit with a vermillion Kraken on his chest. Bearded Steve had a skull with tentacles on it. Sam had three vermillion stripes and one maroon stripe across his chest and shoulders with a falcon’s head in red surrounded by a black circle between his pecs.

But the thing that set off all your alarms was the fact that Bucky’s outfit was a dead ringer of his Winter Soldier days.

Instinctively, you grabbed Isabeau’s hand and made a mad dash for the hallway. You needed to get some distance so you could ground yourself.

You tried breaking the spell but to no avail. Not only did the spell not break, but your hands also burned at each attempt.

“We won’t lose you again!” one of the Steves yelled as you and Isabeau turned a corner.

“Come here, mici prințese!” another voice, probably Bucky’s shouted as the two of you made your way into a closet.

“I think we’re okay for now,” you breathed telepathically as the four Adonises crept past your hiding place.

“What’s the plan now?” Isabeau asked fearfully as her heartbeat started to rise in terror.

“I don’t know but-” you were cut off by a strike to the back of your head and your vision rapidly fading to black.

Muffled voices and the beeping of medical equipment brought you from the void.

“Nothing is wrong….they’re…good, sir.”

“Be sure that they are. We can’t leave anything up to chance.”

Groggily, you open your eyes to find yourself in a sleek hospital room lightly chained to a bed. Several other people were monitoring your vitals. One of them is Dr. Bruce Banner, or what seems to be Dr. Banner.

Bruce turned to see you looking around with a slightly confused expression, “Ah, you’re awake,” he turned to one of his aides, “Contact the Captain and Lieutenant. Tell them to come to get their bride.”

You blinked. Bride?

“Where is Isabeau, my friend?” you inquired as one of the aides brought you some water.

Bruce scowled, “Don’t think about her. You might be able to see her if the Captain and/or Lieutenant wills it.” he remarked while eyeing you up and down in a condescending almost lecherous manner, “Hmm, looks great for breeding,” Bruce noted as he fondled and prodded your curves.

You’ve always been proud of how you looked, but at that moment you wanted to shrink in the corner after giving this Bruce a roundhouse kick to the groin.

You were about to tell Dark!Bruce to fuck off when Tony Stark, fuck it, Dark!Tony entered the room. This Tony looked a lot more sinister with his silver, gray, light, and steel navy blue armor. His face and hair were mostly uncovered with his facial expression positively predatory.

“Cap’s one lucky bastard. He gets a sexy bunny along with Lieutenant Smart Ass.”

Recalling how some megalomaniacs liked shows of submissiveness, you lowered your head and asked where you were.

Whether it be out of pity, spite, or malice, Tony answered your question, “You’re in another earth, another universe.”

You nearly swiveled to look outside the window. NYC’s skyline was radically different. There were fewer buildings and HYDRA insignias everywhere.

“HYDRA took over this world.” You deadpanned. FUUUUCK!

“Sexy and smart.” Tony praised sardonically.

It didn’t take time for HYDRA to regroup after WWII. Zola and his associates were able to convince Howard Stark to give them the Tesseract with the promise of great renown, riches, and no longer being bound by the laws of weaker men. They were able to create a superweapon with the help of Dr. Whitney Frost and have been ruling the planet ever since.

It could be worse. HYDRA knew they had to offer the people comforts in exchange for their obedience. They eradicated all diseases, created a good standard of living, and ended all petty conflicts under the new world order.

Though Tony didn’t feel the need to tell you. You’ll figure it out on your own.

The doors opened to reveal Steve Rogers and his younger, clean-shaven counterpart in all their masculine glory.

“Good, you’re here.” Bruce welcomed smirking at your silent pleas.

Both soldiers walked over and inspected you.

“Hello, kitten. Name’s Ransom.” The clean-shaven soldier drawled as he moaned from your scent, “Nice set of lips you’ve got there.”

“We’ll definitely have some fun with her,” Steve noted as licked his lips ogling your curves.

You had to use all of your restraint not to spit in their faces.

“We’ll take her.” Ransom decided while Steve nodded.

Several of the aides breathed a sigh of relief as Steve broke the chains on your bed like they were nothing.

“Don’t have too much fun now!” Tony called as Steve picked you up bridal style.

“Who am I kidding? they’ll breed her like a Catholic rabbit!”

“Um, where are you taking me?” you queried, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You will address us as ‘Sir’ in public unless instructed otherwise. Is that understood?” It took all that Steve had not to push against the wall and pound your pussy with his cock he was so enraged.

No, he needed to wait. No one was to see what’s theirs.

Ransom, for his part, chuckled and shook his head, “Best not to anger this one, kitten. He hasn’t been in the best of moods.”

You gasped once the doors to their living quarters opened.

The place was huge!

It had a modern yet retro design; it should’ve been confusing, but it worked. Grand windows showcased the skyline with a balcony in the middle with a huge kitchen next to what looked to be a restaurant-style fridge and a huge living room with a TV and a fireplace.

Yet there seemed to be something missing.

“Place needs a woman’s touch,” Ransom commented sending a smirk your way.

“I’ll see you in the guest quarters Ransom” Steve deadpanned as he led you down a hall.

The bedroom was enormous yet sparse like they didn’t know what to do with it.

You were about to say something when Steve dropped you onto the incredibly soft mattress. His eyes darkened with lust and you knew what he wanted. You couldn’t think of a way out of this, not with the magic inhibitors Bruce placed on your wrists.

Maybe you could give escape one last try; you just had to wait for the right opening.

Steve smirked upon seeing you removing your clothes. He liked that you knew your place, his pretty little princess.

You could only gasp when Steve removed his uniform top. He had an incredibly defined musculature: broad shoulders, beefy biceps, chiseled pecs and abs, and a seriously drool-worthy Adonis Belt. The light shining behind him made his body appear even more glorious.

Steve looked like an ancient god brought to modern times.

With a predatory smirk, Steve slowly crawled to you loving the smell of your arousal. “Let me lay out a few rules, sweetheart. You will make our meals, clean our rooms, bear our children, and be our good little whore. You must earn the right to wear a bra; panties are out of the question.”

Each rule was emphasized by a kiss or a love bite to your jaw, neck, collarbone, and shoulders.

Finally, you are to address us as Sir in public and Daddy in private. Say it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you muttered with your eyes downcast.

Steve lifted your chin up with his forefinger, “That’s a good girl,” and brought you in for a kiss on the lips.

The kiss was demanding yet soft. You were surprised he was capable of such gentleness.

Steve was about to push his tongue into his mouth when Ransom strolled into the room.

“Does she know the drill?”

Steve broke the kiss with a smirk,” Just finished explaining it.”

Ransom shot you a sardonic smirk, “You got the rules, kitten? Good. Now if you misbehave, I’m gonna send you to the dungeons for a few days.”

Steve started up again, “But...if you’re good-”

“A good little wifey,” Ransom interjected caressing your right cheek and leaning in for a kiss.

This kiss started off soft then intensified (really know how to lure a girl) into one filled with passion and dominance. Ransom forced his tongue into and moaned at your taste. A few seconds later he was pushing what felt like a small tablet past your tongue forcing you to swallow.

“Did you do it yet?”

“Cool it, grandpa! I did, don’t you worry. She’s gonna feel it. Aren’t ya, kitten.”

You started to feel strange. Your body temperature skyrocketed, your mind was in a deep haze, your thighs were clenching on overtime you were so turned on. You needed relief and fast.

“Please Daddies!” you begged as you tried your best not to touch yourself.

“See grandpa? She’s ready.” Ransom purred as he grabbed your thighs and placed them over his shoulders. He planted a few kisses near your entrance and groaned at the smell of your arousal.

It only took one long, slow lick to your slit to turn you into a moaning mess. You couldn’t believe the pleasure you were feeling. It was like a bolt of lightning shot through you.

Ransom groaned at the taste of your juices. Not even Stark’s overpriced chefs could compare. “Fuck, she tastes divine,” he groaned and dove in for more. Ransom attacked your folds and swollen clit with insane intensity and precision alternating between his tongue and fingers.

You were on cloud nine. Each motion took you further to the precipice of an orgasm. Ransom kept bringing you back from the edge only thrust you back into his level of tumultuous.

Steve got in on the action by covering your moans with a kiss of all-consuming passion and started playing with your breasts.

“Fuck, these tits are amazing! Can’t wait until these are filled with milk” Steve purred as he took one of your nipples into his mouth and the other between his big and forefingers.

After twenty minutes of teasing, Ransom finally let you come. A volcanic eruption of ecstasy erupted from your core and Ransom lapped up all of your juices.

“Rogers, you’re in for a treat!” Ransom exclaimed as he hopped off the edge of the mattress.

“I get her pussy first since you got to eat her out,” Steve uttered as grinned at your blissed-out state.

With a tsk, both of them got you into position with Steve’s thick, muscular thighs on either side of your hips and Ransom standing in front of you taking off his pants.

He was huge! His cock was long, thick, and veiny. It wobbled against his masterfully sculpted abs with each step he took. You wondered how that was going to fit in your mouth. Turns out Steve’s was no smaller if his tip being coated with your slick is any indication.

“This won’t hurt, kitten. You were made for us.” Ransom cooed.

You didn’t know how right he was.

Steve made his move by pushing into you inch by delicious inch and moaned at the sensation. “Fuck, she fits like a dream.”

“Don’t take forever, grandpa.” Ransom chided.

“Shut up, ya punk!” Steve retorted as he began thrusting into you loving the way your pussy clenched around him like a vice’s grip.

“Open wide, kitten,” Ransom started to push his throbbing cock into your mouth.

It took a bit of time and effort to loosen your jaw enough for him to fully enter you. He started fucking your mouth before you were ready. You tried not to gag he was so rough.

What happened to the man from earlier?

“Fuckin’ perfect.” Ransom breathed as he was approaching his climax.

Steve came with a primal roar that reverberated throughout the room after making you come two more times.

“Swallow it, kitten” Ransom ordered.

Funny thing is, you didn’t need the order. You delighted in the salty, tangy, and slightly sweet flavor.

Two minutes after you swallowed all of Ransom’s spent, both men decided it was time to move. Ransom got onto the mattress and pulled you on top of him with his tip nudging your entrance. Steve got behind you and placed kisses along the juncture between your neck and shoulders while positioning himself at your ass.

“Please...please don’t do this!” you pleaded, the pill’s effect slipping for the tiniest of moments.

Steve grabbed your neck with just enough force to pause, not hurt.” Best be a good girl now, sweetheart,” he warned.

Ransom slid in first, “Holy fucking shit!” he moaned, “Sam owes me $40.

“That depends on how well their bride is taking to them,” Steve pointed out.

“Eh, we’ll say ours is better.”

Ransom moaned again once he bottomed out and grabbed the globes of your blessed backside. He couldn’t wait to grab and smack it around in their quarters.

Steve moved slowly causing both of your breathing to hitch, his from pleasure and yours from slight pain.

With a grin and smirk, they started moving in tandem. Your body almost couldn’t take the immense pleasure you were feeling.

“I could get used to this,” Ransom remarked.

“Well, we have the week,” Steve breathed past your ear.

Both kept at it until they came in you twice. You nearly passed out after your twelfth orgasm.

“Rest kitten,” Ransom purred as you finally gave in to your exhaustion.

“The bride took to our seed,” Steve reported to Director Pierce.

“Good. We found their parents along with the rest of the resistance.” Pierce imparted.

Steve scowled at the information.

You and your friend, Isabeau, were the only ones to survive the Eve Project. HYDRA wanted to genetically groom compatible brides for their top soldiers. You were promised to Steve and Ransom and your friend to Bucky and Sam. Both of you were whisked away to another Earth by the resistance and your treacherous parents.

Now you were back where you belong.

“When do we leave?” Ransom growled.

“Once Strange and Wanda crack the protection spell. In the meantime, enjoy your bride.” Pierce turned to leave, but stopped before turning off the screen,” I want to see some little ones soon.”

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imagineaworld · 4 years

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mr & mrs smith | b.b

in which bucky and y/n go undercover

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, platonic/romantic undertones

word count: 2k

warnings: none

undercover missions were usually fun. coming up with a character and a backstory was something y/n enjoyed doing the night before the mission. this time, however, her character and story were already decided.

“you two,” tony stuck his head around the corner of the door into the common room and beckoned with his finger. “come with me.”

y/n shared a confused glance with bucky from across the room. they had both been sat on opposite sides of the common room, bucky reclined on an armchair, head in a book, and y/n sat in the windowsill, her head also buried in a book.

shrugging, y/n headed after tony, bucky following suit, wondering whether they were in trouble or not. when they got to tony’s office, bucky took a seat next to y/n, bouncing his leg up and down unconsciously.

y/n put a hand on his leg. “it’s alright,” she said, flashing a reassuring smile.

bucky smiled back, awkwardly patting y/n’s hand as it rested on his leg. he never knew how to respond to physical affection.

“alright you two,” tony chucked a file across the desk to them. y/n took her hand off bucky’s leg to read through it. “got an undercover mission for you. this time, i decided your aliases.”

“what?” y/n complained. “that’s no fun.”

“quite the opposite,” tony said. “you two are in the honeymoon suite.

bucky choked in surprise. y/n’s jaw dropped.

the two weren’t the best of friends, but they weren’t enemies either. y/n was always kind to bucky, and very physical in her affection. on multiple occasions, when going to bed, she would hug everyone good night, including bucky if he was in the room. bucky tried not to think of it personally, she did it with everyone of course. but sometimes it was the only physical affection he got for days.

“you couldn’t have picked someone more compatible? like bruce and nat?” y/n suggested.

“vision and wanda?” bucky chimed in. the thought of going on a mission with y/n made him nervous, because she made him nervous.

tony shook his head. “has to be you two. this mission requires a particular skill set. you spend the night in the honeymoon suite, plant some bugs, secret cameras, y’know?”

“why?” y/n asked.

“after you two check out, a prominent member of a terrorist organisation will check in with his equally prominent new wife. see what information you can get, hm?”

y/n chucked her suitcase into the trunk of the loan car. “i’m driving,” she announced.

“why you?” bucky asked, leaning against the car, dressed in dark jeans, a plain t-shirt and a zip-up hoodie to cover the majority of his metal arm.

“you’re an old man. plus you don’t have an actual licence.”

bucky protested as y/n climbed into the driver’s seat, starting the engine. grumbling to himself, he got into the passenger seat. “here you go,” he said, handing her a gold ring. “goes on your left hand.”

“yeah, i know,” y/n muttered, slipping the ring on her finger. she held her hand out, admiring the wedding band. bucky put his hand next to hers, wearing a matching band. “i always thought if i was marrying a hundred-year-old man, he’d be my sugar daddy.”

“i can buy you a coffee at starbucks,” bucky offered.

y/n chuckled. “you know what? i’ll take it.”

bucky watched y/n from the passenger side as she drove. the pair drove for an hour until they passed the nearest starbucks, where bucky bought them both a latte and a pastry for the rest of the journey. another half an hour and they arrived at the grand hotel tony had booked for them.

they each grabbed their suitcase from the trunk. “okay, metal man,” y/n murmured. “keep your left arm hidden behind my back.”

“no shit, captain obvious.” y/n elbowed him in the side. “yeah, that’s exactly how a newlywed couple would act,” he said sarcastically.

“okay, newlyweds starting now.”

the two walked into the hotel, suitcases in tow. bucky’s metal hand was on the small of y/n’s back, hidden from the view of the receptionist as the two of them checked in. for him, it felt strange to be touching her like that, but y/n showed no signs of even acknowledging it.

“hi,” y/n greeted sweetly, in a voice bucky had never heard before. “we’ve booked the honeymoon suite.”

the receptionist typed something into the computer. “mr and mrs smith?” she asked. bucky and y/n nodded, fake smiles plastered on their faces. “third floor, let me just get your room key,” she headed into the backroom.

“mr and mrs smith?” bucky whispered.

y/n rolled her eyes. “must have been tony’s idea of a joke,” she whispered back.

“i don’t get it.”

“never mind.”

the receptionist had returned, handing y/n a room key. “enjoy your stay,” she smiled.

“thank you,” bucky and y/n said at the same time, heading up to their room.

inside the honeymoon suite was beautiful. there was an expensive-looking chandelier in the middle of the ceiling, gorgeous floral wallpaper adorning the walls. on the walls also hung beautiful paintings and embellished mirrors. at the back of the room, there was a huge, decorated bed. just one.

“there’s only one bed,” bucky pointed out.

of course, there was only one bed, it’s the honeymoon suite. bucky hadn’t thought of this.

y/n abandoned her suitcase and flopped down on the massive bed. “it’s a movie.”

“what’s a movie?” bucky asked as he sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed beside y/n.

“mr and mrs smith,” she explained. “angelina jolie and brad pitt play a husband and wife who are both assassins, but neither knows about the other because they work for different agencies. until they get assigned to kill each other.”

bucky chuckled. “sounds good, actually.”

in the golden light reflecting off the ornately carved, brushed-gold headboard, y/n looked ethereal. bucky took in her exquisite facial structure, the way her hair splayed across the pillow where she had laid, how her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as she closed her eyes.

“about the bed situation,” y/n said, snapping bucky back to reality as she opened her eyes to look at him. “you mind sharing? it’s pretty big and i don’t take up much space.”

bucky just shrugged, not really sure what to say.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to, you can tell me,” y/n reassured.

“no, it’s fine, honestly,” bucky replied, not entirely convincingly.

y/n got up from the bed, picked up her suitcase and opened it on the bed. she rummaged around underneath a bunch of microphones and cameras to pull out a bikini. looks like we’re filming a porno, bucky heard her mumble under her breath.

“i’m heading to the pool, wanna come?” y/n asked, disappearing into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

bucky tapped his metal arm. “can’t.”

when y/n came out of the bathroom, she had on a simple black bikini. she threw on an oversized shirt, grabbed her towel and her book. “alright, i won’t be too long,” she said, heading out the door.

happy to have some time to himself, bucky made his way out onto the balcony, taking a seat in a sun-lounger and started reading his book. it took him a while to get the image of y/n in her bikini out of his head, but eventually, he managed to focus on his book. in the midday heat, he slipped his t-shirt off over his head, shirtless in the sun.

he had been so lost in his book that he hadn’t heard y/n come back, or realised how much time had passed.

“whatcha reading?” y/n asked, surprising bucky. she was sat on the sun-lounger on the other side of the balcony, her shirt also discarded on the floor like buckys.

“i didn’t hear you come in,” bucky murmured.

“that’s the point,” y/n shrugged, opening up her book.

“to kill a mockingbird,” bucky answered her question. “saw it on a list of ‘ten books everyone should read’. have you read it?”

“yeah,” y/n used her hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she looked at bucky. “i really liked it. you enjoying it?”

“so far,” he said.

y/n diverted her attention back to her book, but bucky found it difficult to do the same. y/n’s body was exposed, leaving little to the imagination. bucky wasn’t yet used to the new way women dressed nowadays. he most certainly wasn’t complaining though. her hair was damp, slicked back and trickling droplets across her bronzed skin. her face was makeup-free, glowing in the sunlight. her long legs...

“what?” y/n asked, noticing bucky staring at her.

his cheeks flushed as he mumbled, “nothing.”

“i can cover up if it makes you more comfortable?” she offered, not unkindly.

“no, it’s fine,” he spoke louder now. “i think it’s great that women can wear whatever they want now.”

“you sure?” she checked.

bucky cleared his throat, closing his book. “yeah. i’m gonna take a cool shower now anyway, too hot.”

he headed inside, leaving y/n in her bikini on the balcony.

by late evening, y/n and bucky had ordered room service for dinner and were now sat opposite each other on the humungous ornate couches. between them was a glass coffee table, holding two glasses of red wine. bucky was already on his second glass.

"so," y/n said, making conversation. "you think nat and bruce will ever make it official?"

bucky looked confused. "is it not already official?"

y/n shook her head. "nat talks my ear off about it, how she's not sure if she should make the first move or wait for him to."

y/n wore a pink silk pyjama shirt and matching shorts, exposing her long legs, which she crossed in front of her as she sat. she took a large gulp of wine and carefully topped up her glass. bucky wore dark sweatpants and a dark t-shirt.

“why don’t you have a boyfriend?” he asked, the wine giving him an edge.

y/n looked slightly amused. “what?”

“why don’t you have a boyfriend? or girlfriend?” he added.

“i guess i haven’t found the right person,” y/n shrugged.

he contemplated this for a moment. “so, are you...” bucky cut himself off. “never mind. none of my business.”

y/n knew exactly what he was going to ask. “a virgin? no, i’m not. you?”

“no.”

“i didn’t think so,” y/n said with a smile.

bucky frowned. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“well, have you looked in the mirror? you’re not exactly ugly,” she said with a laugh.

bucky wasn't sure how to interpret that. he wasn't used to compliments, nor was he used to speaking so openly about sex. did that mean y/n thought he was good-looking? perhaps he hadn't been mistaken all those times he thought y/n hugged him just a bit longer than everyone else.

he didn't say anything, just poured himself some more wine.

"why don't you have a girlfriend? or boyfriend?" y/n threw bucky's question back to him.

bucky thought for a while. he hadn't really thought about having a relationship. he didn't think anyone would want to be with someone with as much baggage as he has. but he didn't want to share that with y/n. "haven't exactly figured out this modern dating," he said, taking a sip of wine. "don't like the idea of going on a date with someone i haven't even met."

"i tried it once," y/n confided. "nat dared me, a few weeks ago. didn't go very well."

bucky raised his eyebrows. "why not?"

"men are pigs," y/n shrugged, not wanting to go into much more detail.

perhaps she wasn't interested in bucky then like he had thought for a second there. ask now, he thought, while its the topic of conversation.

"there's got to be someone you like though?" he asked.

he watched her shoulders rise and fall as she sighed, contemplating. "it's not a priority for me, i guess. if i find someone, cool. but i'm not looking. i think love just happens sometimes, you can't always look for it."

"i'm sorry your date didn't go well," bucky spoke lowly. "anyone would be lucky to have you."

y/n chuckled. "you think?"

"i do."

"you're real sweet, you know that?" y/n smiled softly at bucky. "anyone would be lucky to have you, too.”

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omegansamurai · 3 years

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You know what ticks me off about what Bryke did to Aang?

They basically didn’t let him interact with the other characters to make him grow into a better person. It was always about Katara.

Like there was when Zuko and Aang went with each other to the Sun Warrior Island, but all of a sudden in TSR, “Zuko’s bad, and we have to make him bad to let the audience know that he’s not a right match for Katara!”

...Like, didn’t Zuko have a redemption arc? And now he’s bad again? ...Clearly I’m missing something here.

I mean, what about other characters? This show is about character growth, so why not let Aang grow into a better person. I’m not saying he isn’t, but he’s clearly a child with a child-like view. Unless the person LIVED through the whole trauma of a genocide, then you don’t listen to what that person preaches about forgiveness and not kill and whatnot. He hasn’t seen or DONE anything like that. Like he could’ve talked about fighting with Sokka, even Suki. They would tell him how they’d strike first and whatnot and make sure the enemy is down. That would make him question his morals a little bit. I mean, he could just knock them out, not really kill them(kind of like Batman, you know?).

Oh, and Toph...come on, Aang, she’s your age, at least talk to her a little bit! She’d even gone through some tough crap that you can probably ask her about....(and maybe develop a little crush on later)

But it was always Katara...it’s like, dude, you got other friends, ask for their advice that isn’t LOVE advice. You’re freaking twelve, your mind isn’t that advanced yet to think about actual true love. But of course, romance(!), because Bryke can’t think of anything else interesting.

Honestly, I’m really seeing the flaws with Canon Aang now. We tend to forget that he’s portrayed as a 12-year-old boy in ATLA, when we really think he’s this all-knowing kid that...ran away, got frozen in an iceberg for 100 years, and the next thing he thinks after being awakened is penguin sledding with a cute older girl that he, for the first time, sees after being released in the iceberg? Not only that, but he really didn’t fully control his Avatar State. He didn’t even mention it to anybody else, BUT Katara. And he mentioned it just two times, TWO TIMES, to her in season 3(I think).

Man, the writing quality on season 3 of ATLA is jarring, and it’s sad that nobody notices it. They automatically say it’s the perfect show. I’m sorry, but from all the flaws in the writing of s3(and believe me, there are FLAWS, not only in Aang) and wasted character interactions that Aang could’ve had with the other characters, BESIDES Katara? You’re just gonna ignore that? Granted, you don’t think about it the first time you watch it, but when you watch it again...and a third time...and maybe a fourth time...you can see the flaws.

And while on the topic of Bryke, apparently, they think the show is about romance. And honestly, I’m starting to believe Aang is a self insert of Mike. He doesn’t even hide it in ATLA and LOK(which I will never watch), without the tattoo on his head, his facial structure is there. As you may know, I hold no high regards to Bryke, especially Mike, but Aang is really becoming evident that he’s nothing more than Mike’s super 13-year-old fantasy self-insert of being the hero who gets the girl. Believe me, I had that phase happened to me too...when I was 13. I mean, granted I wasn’t winning a girl at the time, but I watched a lot of Dragonball Z...yeah, take that to account. X(

Either way, this fandom has gotten so toxic now on how they think Aang was right and is such a hero, when...they just forgot about HOW his genocide was started(him running away), that he’s just 12 in a war-torn world that only held on to his simple child-like belief that everything would be a-okay if we just forgive and hug and hopefully they won’t stab us in the back, and on how his obsessive feelings with Katara is so unhealthy. And it really is, people. He has a world to save, he doesn’t have time to score a girl, especially at his age.

And as for him finding someone else who isn’t Katara down the road in life...well, hey, Toph’s right there! And I’m sure she would grow up too to be an even better person in life! I mean, kids mature and age, people! You think Aang is really gonna focus on ONE girl? Come on, Aang is clearly a guy, he’ll grow up and find other women attractive. I mean, look at Suki! XP

It’s just...s3′s writing later on and maybe in the middle of it is so contrived and unrealistic, it needs to be questioned.

Oh, and don’t tell me that the Air Nomads didn’t fight back against the Fire Nation Army when they attacked their temples, which three things on that:

1. When the Fire Nation attacked, what do you think the Air Nomads were gonna do; sit down, drink tea, and negotiate a bit?

2. I honestly think there had to been MORE Air Nomads laying low in the Avatar world, but that wasn’t explored...thanks Bryke. -_-x

3. And saying that the Air Nomads were a ‘pure race’ is such a pile of bullcrap. If that’s the case, then Aang escaping from his duties as Avatar the first time around wasn’t so ‘pure’, was it? Since, you know, doing this caused an Air Nomad GENOCIDE. And again, the temples where the skeletons of the dead Air Nomads indicated that they FOUGHT the Fire Nation to the death, which skeletons of FIRE NATION SOLDIERS were littered across the floor!? Gee...sounds kind of pure, doesn’t it?

Okay, well, this is a long rant, so I’ll stop here. But I hope you all get what I’m saying with all of this. Aang needed to grow. He needed to be challenged. He needed his morals and beliefs questioned. It makes him more of an interesting character. Yet Bryke...chose the lazy, uninspiring, and quite frankly, cowardly way out of telling Aang is right and no one questions him on it. He didn’t have guidance from his other friends, just his love for Katara to guide him. Which is NOT good enough, I’m sorry. It’s just selfish. Plain and simple as that.

Bryke(or Mike to be precise) wanted to be the Hero...but at what cost?

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fluffi · 3 years

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SARCOLINE SUNSET I: WELCOME HOME, OUTSIDER :: SOOBIN

pairing: soobin x gn!reader, platonic!ot5 x gn!reader genre: fluff, some subjective angst, bits of humor, enemies-to-lovers, childhood friends word count: 4002 event: #summerscape for @kpopscape credit: @enha-woodzies for making the gfx for this series! show her some love <3 author’s note: i accidentally deleted this post so here is a rushed reupload. it might not be as good as the original because it isnt proof read as well but i still hope the algorithm picks it up, maybe this’ll be good for the post. Also, the second part will be coming out in 15 days. warnings: people disappearing, mentions of burning and fire (further warnings will be released in the next parts as the story gets darker)

THIS STORY IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT DICTATE JAY OR NI-KI’S PERSONAL LIVES AND/OR FAMILY.

part two ->

The blonde stared up at an intricately designed structure in awe, walking forward to touch the sides of it and running his calloused hands up and down its rusted carved wedges. It seemed oddly cliche and unrealistic, but he could feel its story. Every touch of the ceramic pillar provided him with emotion that he couldn’t bring himself to explain.

The sun hadn’t set yet, but he could make out the faint reflection of it settling in the background. The huge pine trees around him were making conversation with each other; their faint whispers and rustles providing peace to his veins.

So entranced in the scenery of such a mystical place, he forgot to watch out for his younger peer. Kicking back into his senses, he nervously called out, “Riki! You there?” His voice, usually strong and boisterous, laced fear today.

“Don’t worry about me Jay, I’m right behind you. Just climbing this fence..and..there!” Riki let out a grunt as he jumped onto the soft grass, looking at his older friend with an innocent grin.

At the sight of his buddy, Jay visibly loosened. It was clear that he didn’t feel safe in this environment, yet felt entranced to it in some way. Riki caught up to him in a quick jog before standing next to Jay, in awe at the magnificent view that they were spectating for the first and possibly last time.

“Is this…the place you were talking about?” Riki was out of breath from running after his peer. He pats the grassy patch below him before slumping onto it, crossing his legs afterward.

Jay took a seat next to him, setting his canvas satchel and leather jacket next to him. “According to the maps and books, this is the right spot. I just want to see if the myth is true.”

Riki clapped his hands in excitement and turned to face Jay. “We’re staying till the sun sets right? I want to see what the carousel looks like at night! This structure is so fascinating. It must be beautiful out here at night.”

“No, we’re walking back as soon as the sun goes down. I do not want to risk being out here at night. People have disappeared from staying too long and I wouldn’t want to worry your mother.”

Riki visibly slumped and turned back in time to see the last drop of orange dip. It was quiet for a while. The singing birds stopped humming their soulful tunes, yet the whispering trees grew louder, their inaudible gossip echoing in the ears of the two boys.

At nine at night, Riki’s mother would call Jay, heeding no response. She would do the same for his parents and his friends. The only piece of information they could provide was that Jay had brought Riki, in his words, to “a magical place”. With no other vital details they could draw from their son’s peers, Jay and Riki’s family agree to call the local police, reporting two missing people: two minors, one last seen in a brown leather jacket, and a taller one tailing alongside him. Both their hairs were dyed in a striking shade of blonde.

Summer’s heat-blasted onto your skin as soon as you stepped out of your sleek white Toyota. It was good to be back, you supposed. Although it was something that not many people would fawn over, you were ecstatic to be home in town.

Leaving at the mere age of sixteen wasn’t easy. After your parents decided that you were too good for a mediocre high school where people cared more about their body count than grade count, they immediately sent you off to a prestigious boarding school in the big city. You were given three days to pack and say goodbye to your friends, the rest of your family, your world. As excited as you were to study in the evolutionary epicenter of technology, you didn’t like how you had almost no say in this decision.

You didn’t return home from high school even after four years of studying at that mentally draining institution. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to come back, you were just so accustomed to life in the big city that it seemed pointless to return to square one. With the rest of the world finally in your grip (or so you thought), you enrolled in a highly expensive university and received a full-ride scholarship.

Perhaps that was your breaking point. Piles of work that could never be cleared must’ve got to your head. No one out there seemed to care about your mental health and well-being. The only reason you were allowed to take a break from the university and return was because of your constant breakdowns that your lecturers called “distracting” and “unethical”. You were hoping that this drop-by in town would give you a physical and mental cleanse.

There was no place as hot as home, from where you had been. The blazing sun scorched onto the road. Carrying baggage by itself was already hard enough, but this heat was immensely torturing. You struggled to carry your belongings while trying to close the car boot at the same time. Oh, a pity. You had just returned home and you were slowly turning into a bundle of disorganization, unlike your previous methodical attitude.

“Need a hand?” A familiar suede voice behind your shoulder sounded like music to your ears as you dropped all of your luggage and turned back to see…

“Taehyun!” Child best friend number one. You were looking at a once-innocent boy with doe eyes who had matured into a fine young man. His hair was dyed platinum blonde and, although younger than you, possessed a flair that was completely unlike his past self. His facial features were more prominent than ever and you wondered if all of your friends had developed as well as he had.

You locked your arms around his neck and embraced him as he took your baggage from you.

“You’re so tall now!” You gasped in awe and looked him up and down.

“Of course I am! A boy has to grow, doesn’t he?”

Speak of the devil(s), four people tagged behind Taehyun, waiting for you to notice their presence. All of them were just as tall (if not taller) than your blonde friend and stood out like a sore thumb. It wasn’t just the height, their hair was also in very...exciting colors.

“Can’t believe you forgot about us just for Taehyun.” Ah, that nasal voice was so recognizable. Choi Yeonjun, second-best friend. You cherished him like he was your secret weapon, a power waiting to be unleashed into your industrial world. Although older than Taehyun, they seemed to be the same height now. You couldn’t tell because his new neon pink hair was waxed slick and puffy which made him look a teensy bit taller than his younger friend. You had seen him around on social media and he was a hair-changing chameleon.

Alongside Yeonjun was Hueningkai, better known as Kai in the friend group. He was the youngest one, constantly babied and spoiled, you could say. He was probably influenced by the rest of his friends too, his hair now in a mossy shade of blonde.

Poor Yeonjun, you completely disregarded his existence and dashed over to Kai instead, eagerly standing next to him to compare heights. The kid had grown so much, you couldn’t tell if you were contented that he was now taller than you or dejected that you had missed so much when you weren’t around.

“Hey, wait up!” Someone from behind called. With Hueningkai and Yeonjun blocking your view you couldn’t see who that one person walking next to Choi Beomgyu was.

Beomgyu, the last friend who joined the friend group. He was always a comedian and never failed to make your day. Although, he didn’t seem so smiley anymore. You figured that it was school stress and adulting getting the best of him. We all had those days; you regrettably knew them like you knew the back of your hand . Unlike the rest of his friends, Beomgyu’s hair was kept in a natural shade of ivory brown. He had never been swayed by the rest of the crowd.

There were so many things to do, so many people to see. You had missed out on most of your growing: having fun with friends, staying up late at night just to watch the stars, dancing on your balcony. You had missed the people too. The town felt different from when you had left it.

“Soobin! Don’t just stand behind, meet our friend! They just returned from the city, right?” Beomgyu ran over to you before giving you a little squeeze.

Who’s Soobin?

“Hey, I’m Choi Soobin. Twenty-one this year. I moved here a few years ago. You must have left before I showed up.” A simple and concise introduction from the blue-haired man. Maybe he was the root of this hair-dyeing trend in town (pun very much intended), as well as the height trend since he was just as tall, if not taller than the rest of the boys.

You briefly introduced yourself but that was about it. You didn’t know how to create small talk, nonetheless with someone completely unfamiliar to you.

Later that day, you wondered if he had replaced you, become another guardian in the friend group. As one of the oldest, you and Yeonjun were always known as the parents of your three “kids”, but Soobin seemed to take care of them equally well. Throughout the day, you watched his every action, how he helped Beomgyu with homework, how he styled Kai’s hair, how he treated Taehyun to his favorite meal, exactly like what you did when you were still around. For once, you felt like the outsider.

Marshmallow Night had always been a tradition here. It was a five-of-you kind of thing, well, the six-of-you now. It had always been the go-to celebration whenever one of you hit a milestone, or was just held for fun. The days of joy where the only thing you had to worry about was whether your smores were burnt.

It had changed a lot over the years, you guys would add some new events to it and remove the ones you guys outgrew, like hopscotch.

You had missed most of its evolution.

Instead of being the main catalyst for today’s event, you resorted to sitting at the side as Soobin took the lead, carrying tables back and forth as well as setting up the fire in a method that the five of you had never used.

Oh, how much you loathed him. You hated his innocent-looking face that spurred out words of authority and boastfulness. You couldn’t stand how he looked so obnoxious with his bright blue hair, his dark brown eyes that held an impeccable gleam. He looked so cheeky, so mean, and worst of all, he had made all of your friends convert to mini spawns of him. Even Yeonjun, the oldest member, no longer felt like the Choi Yeonjun you once knew.

If you could, you would throw him out of your hometown, except that you seemed to be the outsider here. Anyone who walked past would see five people sitting on a huge log, helping each other light marshmallows and biscuits. They would barely notice the one person hunched over on the other side, sitting on the ground, eyes dazed and uninterested.

Occasionally one of the boys would call out to you, either hand you a s’more or ask if you were alright, to which you responded, “I’m alright! Don’t worry about me, I’m having fun.”

Anyone could also see that you weren’t in the zone, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment and be a party pooper. You ended up spending most of the time scrolling on your phone, checking school emails, and such. It didn’t feel like you were back home, it felt like you were on a vacation, on your own.

The commotion had died down, for the most part. Everyone else was either discussing school gossip in hushed voices or making the most of use of their electronic device. You were tempted to join the little heated conversation that Soobin and Beomgyu were having, but you didn’t know who this ‘Chaeyeon’ girl was and either way, you wouldn’t want to voluntarily speak to Choi Soobin.

It wasn’t long before both of them went to do something else, the only sound prevalent being the wood crackling from the bonfire and the occasional chirp of evening birds.

It was a loud, sucked-in breath that drew the attention of everyone, eyes pinned onto the instigator.

Choi Soobin, once again disrupting the peace of this curated environment. He ducked his head in apology and you were about to return to your world when Kai’s curiosity got the best of him.

“Why did you just do that?” His booming voice resounded over everyone else.

You weren’t going to lie, you were curious too. It wasn’t every day you heard a gasp like that.

Soobin looked back up, eyes wide and awake. He was excited about something but seemed to be masking it for the sake of..suspense?

“Okay. You guys know Yongsam Park right?” He put his phone down and tapped his hands on his thighs in a state of urgency.

Now that statement got everyone’s attention. “It’s the flower place outside our town, everyone passes it when they enter. Of course we would know where the place is. Why are you so adamant about it?” Taehyun inquired.

“Well, have any of you gone inside the park? Or near the landmark in general?”

“No. Why would we? There’s nothing to do there than to take pictures of boring flower statues.” You stated.

“See. You guys don’t know anything about the place.” He smirked tilting his head upwards and proudly crossing his arms.

“Could you cut to the chase and tell us what it is already?” Thank Yeonjun for his smart, impatient mouth.

Soobin didn’t answer and merely flipped his phone so you could see whatever was on it. The only words you could make out were “Yongsam...missing...carnival” and something related to the park before he turned it back, away from your view.

“You can’t just say that we don’t know anything about this place then proceed to give us nothing about it.” You rolled your eyes, disinterested in the conversation once again.

“Fine. I’ll send it to you.” Soobin rolled his eyes back as four of the other boys snickered. They loved seeing the two of you bicker.

In courtesy of Beomgyu who gave Soobin your number (without your consent), you received a news article and skimmed through it with eager eyes:

[WHAT’S THE HYBE?]

YONGSAM PARK CURRENTLY UNDER INVESTIGATION, AUTHORITIES SAY 3 days ago

What’s the deal with Yongsam Park? Insiders say that, although bland and boring, Yongsam Park is currently under high-level investigation for the disappearance of a few citizens. The flower-decorated park is the perfect place to take Instagram-worthy pictures and is quite harmless in itself, so visitors were shocked to arrive at the park only to find it surrounded by heaps of yellow tape.

Yongsam Park was developed by Kim Yongsam, director of My Flowers, a multi-million florist franchise that has now spread to Japan and Taiwan. In a 2015 Interview with the millionaire, he mentioned that he had created the park in the inspiration of the rising ootd picture trend, also known as the outfit-of-the-day trend, which he had initially discovered from his teen daughter.

“I wanted to create a welcoming park for people of all ages, but I couldn’t find a suitable place to do it without the budget being drastically high. In the end, my team and I found an abandoned site and decided to build a simple structure with lower costs up there. Props to my team for the discovery of this landmark. The scenery there, especially in the evening, is stunning .” He stated in the 2015 interview with Soup Magazine.

What’s the abandoned site? With the evidence that is still standing, Yongsam Park is rumored to have previously been a carnival. Said evidence is a worn-down carousel in the back of the park, along with piles of other burnt carnival decoration and equipment. With research, Yongsam Park’s site may have once been an abandoned carnival that perished from an unknown wildfire. This may have been the primary cause of the drought that ensued in the 80s, leaving only a carousel and ashes behind. When questioned, Mr. Kim said that he had decided to leave the carousel standing behind the park due because he felt ‘drawn by its alluring glow’, as quoted.

Investigators and the local police have only enclosed the flower section of Yongsam Park because that was where the victims were spotted. They believe that disappearances took place there and are currently trying to find evidence to back up their stance. Most of this new information is not known to the public, however, Kim and his team are trying to keep it that way. The current disappearance count is seven people, the most recent case being two high-schoolers.

The carousel is still open and does not require a visitor ticket, but visitors are advised to take precautions and leave before the sun sets.

TWO MORE BOYS HAVE DISAPPEARED AT THE NOW INFAMOUS YONGSAM PARK 5 days ago

FAMILY OF TOURISTS DISAPPEAR AT YONGSAM PARK, INSIDERS SAY THIS IS THE SECOND CASE OF DISAPPEARANCE HERE 2 weeks ago

JAPANESE COUPLE DISAPPEAR AT FLOWER PARK, NETIZENS CALL THE NEWS A POLITICAL DISTRACTION 3 weeks ago

“Are you seriously...telling us...that we should visit a place where people have been kidnapped?” Yeonjun gawked. “Dude, that’s so stupid. What if we die or something?”

“Don’t say that! I was just curious if you guys wanted to go since it’s so near and since your old friend is back home.”

“It’s a dumb move. I’m not risking my life just so I can celebrate the return of my friend. Not worth it.” Beomgyu huffed.

“Hey! You’re worth it, right?” Soobin glanced at you, waiting for a response.

He was...defending you? His ulterior motives were questionable and you weren’t sure if he was protecting you because he cared about you (cue the puking) or solely because he wanted to go to Yongsam Park that bad.

You didn’t reply and chose to drown out the wailing and chaos that ensued with your friends. You clicked on a related article below, curious to learn more about this lesser-known part of the park.

[WHAT’S THE HYBE?]

TWO MORE BOYS HAVE DISAPPEARED AT THE NOW INFAMOUS YONGSAM PARK 5 days ago

Park Jongseong (20) and Nishimura Riki (15) mentioned to their friends that they would be heading to ‘a magical place’, before disappearing for around a week. They were last spotted walking through Yongsam Park, according to anonymous witnesses. This is the third case of disappearances at the park and both teens are the sixth and seventh people to go missing.

Both families reported their children missing just two days after their disappearance. With this case being the last straw, local authorities forcibly shut down Yongsam Park despite protests from staff and management.

Parents of the two minors refused to respond when called for an interview and HYBE reporters resorted to interviewing the victims’ friends instead.

“Jay’s never been a bad kid. Yeah, he might be late here and there, but he wouldn’t skip class or fly across the country for vacation during school. I just don’t understand why he’s not here with us. He wouldn’t voluntarily disappear.” Park Sunghoon (19), a friend and classmate of Jongseong (who is better known as Jay among his friends) said.

“Although I’m not close with Jay, I know Riki personally and I know for a fact that both of them wouldn’t run away like that. Why, Riki was gearing up for a dance competition that he’s been excited about all year, and now he’s just gone? Like that? Riki has always been like my little brother, and he’ll always be. I just want him back at my side.” A teary-eyed Lee Heeseung (20) says.

Netizens have been complaining about the lack of coverage on this issue.

“Maybe Mr. Kim spent all his money on covering this story up from the mainstream public. That’s why he had to build the stupid park on an abandoned sketchy site.” An anonymous netizen commented.

Regardless, we’ll be keeping our prayers for Jongseong and Riki, as well as the five other victims, to return home soon.

“...you guys are such wimps.” That was the first thing you heard Soobin say when you tuned in to the conversation again.

How dare he say that? How dare he have the courage to call you, someone who moved out on your own at 16 to live in the big, scary world, a..wimp?

“Look, Choi Soobin. I may be a lot of things, but I’m not a wimp. I didn’t say that I wasn’t interested on this trip.” You stand up and blurt out without thinking twice.

The rest of the boys are gawking at you, their mouths open wide in awe and shock. Yes, you weren’t a wimp, that was for sure, but they had known you all their life as someone who could not stand going out into the wilderness. Maybe the big city had really changed you.

“At least someone wants to go! Perfect. We can leave tomorrow at noon, bring your camping stuff!” Soobin grabbed his things and began walking away.

“Camping?” The five of you exclaimed in unison.

Taehyun, the rational member, gasped. “I, personally, wouldn’t mind going to the carousel thing..or whatever it is, but I am not staying the night. Dude, are you nuts?” The rest of you nodded your heads in agreement.

“It says in the article that we are advised to leave before the sun sets.” You point out, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible in fear of breaking this mask of false confidence, when in reality, you were terrified of this place.

Soobin turned back and eyed you down disinterestedly. “Conclusion is that we’ll bring a small backpack, or whatever you guys want to pack, and we’ll stay there until eight. Deal?”

“Seven.” Hueningkai timidly said.

“Whatever you guys want.”

You hadn’t been able to sleep last night. It wasn’t due to fear of the place you were going, rather, you weren’t too excited about having to spend half of your day around Soobin.

What were you going to say to him? You were definitely overthinking at this point.

You know, they always say that the person one hates the most is the one that they also love most. And when Soobin flipped his blue hair back or cheekily smiled, showing his endearing dimples, you couldn’t help but…

No! You loathe Choi Soobin. You couldn’t stand his smile, or his hair, or his height. That evil moonwitch.

“Hey, you ready to go?” Speak of the devil (or moonwitch), you spotted a fluff of blue hair in your peripheral vision.

You couldn’t even muster up the courage to look back at him, merely nodding your head while staring at the white wall.

“Why aren’t you looking at me? Are you...scared?” You could see him wiggle his eyebrows as he made that statement.

That was it. You turned back at him. “Yes I am. I’m absolute terrified. I can’t stand the fact that I have to forcibly spend my precious time around you. It’s like I’m about to voluntarily live a nightmare.”

Woah there, calm down. You had smoke spurting out of your ears at this point.

Soobin’s once excited face fell into one of disappointment. “Yeah, it’s a nightmare having to be around you too. Gosh, the immaturity.” He left the room in haste as your eyes shot lasers through his well-toned back.

Maybe you had gone too far with the insult. He hadn’t been mean to you at all, really.

Then again, he had been mean. He took your place when you weren’t around. Suddenly, you were determined to get it back.

“Hop on the magic school bus!”

“Shut up, Yeonjun.” You deadpanned before leaning your head on his shoulder. The two of you were finally falling back into routine and you couldn’t help but bask in this nostalgia.

You also couldn’t help but notice how Soobin kept on looking through the rearview mirror at the both of you, pupils darting away once you locked eyes with him.

Man, this was going to be a long ride.

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Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

(Everybody Lives au, Remastered)

The young man lying in the hospital bed hadn’t moved since collapsing in the remains of Kamino Ward. Whatever had made Kurogiri’s portal flicker red like that, it must’ve had an adverse effect on the people who had fallen out of it. The elderly woman had been rushed into surgery and wasn’t out yet. That just left the young woman to answer their questions, but she hadn’t left the young man's side since he was brought to the hospital, and the doctors were very protective of their charges.

If it hadn’t been for the Pro Hero licenses the girl had turned over to authorities before leaving the ward, her brother might’ve been handcuffed to the hospital bed regardless of her presence. His resemblance to Shigaraki was, after all, uncanny. Even more unmistakable than the girl's resemblance to Nana Shimura, not that most heroes knew about that particular wrinkle.

Unfortunately for everyone, both siblings had been carrying the elderly woman to the ambulance, and the blood from when she had slammed into that crumbling wall had soaked into the cards. The ink was barely legible now on the boy's, and almost fully illegible on the girl's. All authorities could tell was that the young man was named “Tenko” something, and the young lady's name began with "H". If she had not told EMTs that her name was Hana, in a rushed and distracted manner, nobody would have known who she was.

It wasn’t until All Might visited, having escaped the doctors for a checkup, that anything happened to clear up the questions of identity.

“All Might, you know they’re just trying to help, right?” Detective Tsukauchi sighed as he followed All Might into the room.

“They act like I’m going to keel over dead any second,” All Might huffed bitterly. “You’d think they’d never seen a quirkless man before.”

There was a sudden rustling from the bed that caught their attention. The patient was staring at them with unfocused eyes. He seemed agitated.

“All…Might…?” he croaked.

The detective quickly pushed the call nurse button and sat down next to the bed.

“Oh! Hello there! Did we wake you up? I’m sorry about that.” He smiled sympathetically. “I bet you’re probably pretty thirsty, huh?”

The boy turned his head to examine the IV with a befuddled expression, then nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

"No sister today?"

Tenko began to look alarmed. "Where's...Hana?"

All Might grimaced. "Tsukauchi, I don't think he's been lucid until now," he scolded gently, "Don't scare the kid."

The detective made an apologetic noise and bowed his head. "Sorry about that!" he said again, "Hana is usually here, the nurses told me, so she must have just stepped out for a second."

Tenko leaned back and sighed in relief. With halting, weary, hands, he reached up to brush unkempt bangs out of his face. "That's...good," he mumbled, "She promised. She's always there to s- save me."

Now that he was seeing Tenko up close, a cold shiver ran down All Might’s spine. Even with his sunken cheek and facial scars, he was still recognizable. From the curve of his jaw to the small birthmark on the right side of his chin; All Might had seen that facial structure before.

The similarities became even more evident when the young man smiled weakly at him. “Hana was right! You are alive!” He sighed. “It worked! I was…so afraid it would be…for nothing.”

Tsukauchi exchanged a glance with All Might. “What do you mean? Did you come through the portal to try to help All Might?”

The nurse entered at that moment, and the questions paused. Especially seeing as she had brought the patient's sister with her. Once again, All Might was shaken by her resemblance to Nana, though she couldn't have been older than twenty or so. He had to take hold of Tsukauchi's arm to physically steady himself as the girl flew past them to her brother's side.

"You're awake!" she gasped, then flicked him in the forehead. "You waited until the one time I wasn't here to wake up? You jerk!"

"Don' hit me!" Tenko pouted, "I'm tired!"

He looked around again, and asked in a small voice, "Where's Gram?"

Hana let the nurse gently shoo her away from the bedside so that she could check Tenko's vitals.

"She's in another surgery," Hana admitted. "Her arm got pretty mangled, but the doctor said it's fixable. I'm more worried about how we're going to pay for all this."

Her brother's eyes widened. He gingerly accepted the large cup of water the nurse handed him and stared down into it. "Aw crap, you're right. We're still broke." He settled back against the pillow, looking no less concerned than before.

“He’s still recovering from Quirk Exhaustion,” the nurse said, turning briskly, “I’m sorry, Detective, All Might, I need to ask you both to leave. Family only, right now.”

Tenko frowned. “Wait…don’t go!”

The nurse sighed. “They can visit in a little while,” she assured him, “But right now, you need to be able to rest and recuperate without getting so agitated. The doctor will be in before long to talk to you.”

All Might forced a smile, even as his mind raced. “It’s alright, young man. We won’t go far.”

Several different emotions flickered across Tenko’s face. Hurt, concern, even resignation.

“You don’t…know us,” Hana said dully, speaking for them both. “You didn’t know us here, right?”

All Might turned to face him. “I’m afraid I’ve never met you face to face before today,” he said carefully. He had a suspicion. He wanted to believe it. He wanted to believe All for One had just been lying again. But he didn’t know.

Tenko sipped at his water and bit his scarred lip. “It’s going to sound crazy.”

All Might managed a genuine chuckle at that. “My dear young man, so does most of my life.”

With a half smile, Tenko mumbled, “That’s true.” Then, ignoring the impatience of the nurse, he leaned his head against Hana's shoulder and said, “I’m…My name is Tenko Shimura.”

"And I'm Hana Shimura." Hana met his eyes for a brief moment, then looked away. "You...might be kind of...you're our uncle."

One look at Tsukauchi’s dumbstruck face was all the confirmation All Might needed.

Now they just needed to know how.

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Hi Hi!!!! So I've been following your account for a little while now and I love every single comedy bomb you drop on what you write so I was wondering....

How would the boys react to their S/O who is usually reserved when at the lair, doing a full 180 when at April's? Like they could be April's roommate or something?....

Like crackhead energy, dishing out memes and vines and literally having a duel with Casey about leftovers in the fridge?... Yeah I know it's very specific 💀

I don't know.....the idea just popped into my head but I lack the creativity and comedy skills for that...so I was wondering if you could do something with this?.....

It's totally fine, if not 😁😁

This is... 100% me. I love this and I'm gonna pour my soul into it. Also I have started mentally referring to these as comedy bombs and I refuse to stop.

Also, I hope you don't mind that I wrote these in oneshot form instead of bullet points. It just made more sense for my brain.

TMNT Oneshots

The boys with a partner whose reserved at the lair but an absolute crack gremlin at home 🤣

Donatello

Donnie may have been a man of science, all logic and facts and numbers and things. But he absolutely believed that everyone had three separate faces, you were direct proof of that theory. While the purple terrapin had known you for nearly a year you’d only started dating a month ago and it shocked him that he was still uncovering new things about you. He loved it, sure, but it had a tendency to give him figurative whiplash.

He’d always known you to be calm and collected, maybe even a bit shy. He swore you’d explode if more than one person tried to talk to you at the same time. So it wasn’t an over exaggeration for him to say that your behavior at home nearly made him break his neck.

He was only there to help April fix a bug in her laptop and to confirm your next date, he was excited to see you since you’d had no contact in person for a week because of your schedules. Just lots of phone calls and exchanged text messages. You both missed each other like crazy and your roommate had neglected to inform you that your boyfriend was coming over.

Hers was already there and he was driving you up the wall, you’d never actually thought about committing a murder but Casey was pushing you very close to the edge of snapping. And he might as well have crane-kicked you off your cliff of patience and into the rushing river of “you little fucking shit I’m gonna piss on your grave” below. You hadn’t even heard Donnie come in through the window much less his conversation with April over her computer.

All you knew was that Casey had come parading into your room like a tyrant eating the leftovers in the fridge that you had specifically put your name on. That did it. Your eyes had skimmed over the top of your textbook to meet the asshole in front of you.

“Casey?”

He couldn’t speak through the mouthful he was trying to chew and grunted in pathetic response.

“Is that my cheeseburger?”

You’d never seen a living person imitate a pug’s facial structure so well, the man’s eyes bugged out of his head and he tossed the takeout box on your desk before turning and bolting out of your room. You followed about two steps behind with a bottle of shampoo in your hand. No, you weren’t entirely sure where you’d grabbed it from, all you knew was that it was your weapon. And it quickly became a very messy problem when it missed your target (Casey’s head) and slammed into the wall, exploding on impact.

You didn’t think you’d thrown it that hard.

“April April help help help helpppppppppppppp-'' The two on the couch had looked up during the chase throughout the apartment, Donnie was mostly curious at what Casey was screaming about. Not a lot usually made the guy make that noise. He was then distracted by April grabbing the laptop and passing it to him, she then clambered over his legs to sit behind him.

“YOU UGLY ASS CROISSANT! FUCKING PANINI HEAD- IT HAD MY NAME ON IT YOU DAFT AVACADO!”

Your boyfriend almost went vertical upon watching you tackle Casey to the floor and knee him in the groin. You shook the terrified man under you and slammed him a little harder into the rug.

“Touch my shit again and I’m gonna make the beaches of Normandy look like a goddamn family vacation.”

Then you climbed off of him and stood, brushing your disheveled t-shirt off with a huff. Donnie caught your attention and you raised your head to grin excitedly at him.

“Hi Dove! April didn’t tell me you were coming over,” you practically skipped over to the couch to peck him on the cheek, “I missed ya, are we still on for Saturday?”

He nodded in complete shock, his gaze flitting from you to Casey, who was still wheezing on the floor and clutching his dick.

“Uhhh yeah! Yeah, yep, Still good for Saturday. Uhm, completely unrelated question, where the hell did you learn to grapple like that?”

You shrugged absentmindedly, already walking to the hall closet to grab cleaning supplies for the puddle of shampoo in the walkway.

“Just kinda picked it up I guess? I’ve watched you guys train enough.”

Leonardo

See, Leo had always known that you were hiding something from him. Be it your true personality or some deep dark secret. He wasn’t really in a rush to find out, you’d tell him when you were ready. The leader enjoyed your quiet disposition anyways, you gave good advice and liked to meditate with him, what more could he ask for? What more could he want?

Well, maybe if you got along better with his family, although he supposed that wasn’t your fault, you always had been a bit shy. Even six months into your relationship with him, Leo only hoped that you’d warm up to his brothers eventually. You seemed to do alright with Splinter, that was a plus for the situation. It wasn’t that you were mean or impolite to the others, you were just… avoidant. Distant, quiet, whatever word you wanted to use. You just didn’t seem comfortable at the lair.

He was excited that April had asked to host a game night though, maybe you’d come out of your shell (haha, see what I did there?) and socialize, even for a little bit. They’d all shown up a few minutes early to make sure April didn’t need help with anything, she’d assured them that everything was handled and made sure to inform Leo that you would be back shortly with Casey from your snack run. Mikey had joked that you’d ditched the get together to avoid them but they all knew it ran the possibility of not being a joke.

You unlocked the door and held it open so Casey could get inside without tripping himself before entering yourself and kicking your shoes off. Leo looked up to meet your eyes and you sent him a wild grin, your entire face lit up with amusement.

“Hi babes! Are you ready to get your ass kicked at Monopoly?”

All the poor turtle could do was nod.

“Good. I did grab drinks by the way, April there should be a mixer in the cooler bag, Donnie there’s some of that lemon lime stuff that you said you wanted to try, Mikey, orange crush as usual, Raph I tried to go for Dr. Pepper but they were out so I figured that root beer was a safe second. And Leo they had a new boba flavor that you haven’t had yet so I grabbed one. If you don’t like it then you can have mine, I just have the peach royal.”

Beverages were tossed and they were lucky that their surprise didn’t throw off their catching skills. You and April shared a quick word in the kitchen as you took your coat off and ran a hand through your hair.

After some arguments team captains were decided and Donnie nearly had a heart attack when you picked him instead of Leo or either of your friends. He even went so far as to point at himself to make sure you weren’t joking. You declared that while you loved your boyfriend his morals were too strong to be competitive, Donnie’s were not, he said so himself.

They were all surprised that you’d remembered that conversation.

It wasn’t until halfway through the game that things started getting heated, you and Mikey were nearly jumping across the table at each other. And it visibly took all of your strength to not burst out laughing when he started yelling.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? THIS IS CHEATING! YOU'RE CHEATING! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE!"

April and Casey were snorting into their arms as you got to your feet and walked towards the kitchen, making a poor attempt at climbing the appliance.

"THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!"

Raphael

Raph had always been under the impression that you were never really 100% yourself around him, he knew for a fact that you weren’t when you stayed over. He’d never seen someone so aggressively avoid someone, except himself of course. You were his partner of almost a year and it seemed like you were never going to let your true self shine. However you did seem to lighten up when you were alone with him, he supposed that was normal, but you may as well have been a pair of old earbuds that only work when you held them a certain way at the lair.

He honestly hadn’t expected that to change tonight, not given the text that Casey had sent him informing him of April’s recent breakup with whatever guy she’d been dating. So when he climbed in through the window and saw both you and Casey sitting on the floor in front of the bathroom he really didn’t think that the words out of your mouth would be-

“April you’ve got another twenty minutes of this then I’m ripping the door off the hinges!”

Casey shot you a look and you shrugged nonchalantly before getting to your feet and walking over to your confused boyfriend.

“Hey, sorry about this. Casey only texted you as a last resort if he needed someone to stop me from tearing the door off.”

Raph found that peculiar, “Uh, couldn’t he do it himself?”

The man in question looked up from his spot on the floor.

“Nah dude, they’re crazy. Last time I tried stopping them from doing something they nearly knocked my damn tooth out while screaming, and I quote, “If you put your hands on me I’m gonna fucking rip your face off” and quite frankly I don’t have the balls to test that.”

“No no dude, that’s valid. I wouldn’t either. Babe, why are you so-”

You raised an eyebrow at him over a glass of water, “Violent? I’m not Raph. These two just have little bitch feelings.”

He found it hard not to laugh at that and fifteen minutes later when you left his side to approach the door again it sent him reeling.

“This shit’s temporary April. You’ve got nice teeth and a fat ass, stuff your feelings down!”

Michelangelo

There would never be a time where Mikey wasn’t a prankster with you, it was just simply non-negotiable. You were cool with that and he was aware, he was also aware that no pranks were to be pulled at the lair. So he’d reign it in while you visited, just for a short while. But you’d never said anything about the apartment and Mikey was a creature of opportunity.

Unfortunately Leo talked him out of it and forced him not to pull anything while they visited. The leader was already on edge so when he walked in with the others following closely behind you were the first person to see him. Your eyes caught Mikey’s instantly and you might as well have been telepathic at that moment. But you took one look at Leo’s solid, angry face and seized your moment.

They weren’t at all ready for the scream.

“GET YOUR FUCKIN’ DOG BITCH!”

And they also weren’t ready for Mikey’s response of, “It don’t bite.”

And Leo was not ready for the pillow that got whipped at his face at incredibly high speed.

“YES IT DO-”

So when Leo finally realized that they were yelling at him his mood did not improve at all and in fact declined sharply into a pit of “oh fuck”. And that was how you ended up on Mikey’s shoulder getting dragged away from any sort of repercussion for your actions.

These got a little short near the end but I hope you like 'em and I hope I was able to capture what you had in mind! 😁

-Mars 🌠

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morganayenneferburnham · 3 years

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Have I Known You 20 Seconds or 20 Years? – Nikolai Lantsov Series

Chapter 2: You Did a Number on Me A very short summary of the fic: Y/N has been working with the crows for a few years. Her life feels complete until she meets the insufferable Nikolai Lantsov. She finds herself forced to work with the King of Ravka on one of Kaz Brekker’s crazy schemes. Word count: 2.1k A/N: Here is the 2nd chapter! If anyone wants to be added to my taglist just send me an ask or a message 😊

Chapter 2: You Did a Number on Me

“I’m going to bed. I can’t work on the more difficult tailoring for either of us until I’ve had at least a few hours of sleep.” Everyone else had gone to bed about an hour ago, leaving her and Nikolai alone for the first time since they’d met. While he had been a lot more pleasant in the last hour all she could think of now was her bed.

She slowly got up and left the room. Her head felt like it was going to implode. She was already dreaming of crawling in bed under her soft blanket, letting her feet navigate the familiar hallways and stairs.

“Y/N! Wait.” Nikolai had followed her down the hallway and caught up to her before she had a chance to reach her room. So much for my well-deserved rest.

She whirled on her heels “What do you want, Sturmhond?” Her tone had been harsher than she’d meant but she was exhausted. The last thing she wanted was to spend one more moment in the privateer’s company.

“Please, call me Nikolai.” His easy-going flirty tone was gone. He sounded genuine now, almost pleading. “Listen, I know I haven’t made it easy on you. I need you to know that this job is important to me too. I am taking it seriously despite my natural devilishly charming demeanor. My country depends on our success.”

She took a moment to consider this new version of the man standing in front of her. He had almost slipped back behind his mask, but she could tell he was sincere. She understood the urge to hide all too well. “I’m sorry Sturm – Nikolai.” She amended. “I’ll try to sleep for a couple of hours. I should be better company when I wake up.” She genuinely smiled at him for the first time since they’d started working on Dirtyhand’s crazy scheme. “I’ll do all I can to make this job a success. If only so that Kaz won’t kill me.” She laughed softly “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” he replied with a quick bow. He left her standing in front of her door and walked back towards the slat’s main floor.

She would have to consider the different personas Nikolai had shown her, at some point, if she hoped to understand him. However, that was a problem for another day. All thoughts of the privateer left her mind when she slipped into sweet unconsciousness. — She woke to loud knocking on her door. She groaned. She was going to kill them. Whoever the idiot was. It felt like she’d only just gotten to bed.

She opened the door with enough force to almost rip it off its hinges. “What the fuck do you – ?” She was standing face to face with Zoya Nazyalensky. Oh, she thought, guess I just shut my chances straight to hell.

Zoya smirked at her. “Good morning to you too. Everyone’s waiting for you downstairs.” She turned to walk away but shot a glance over her shoulder before disappearing down the stairs, her eyes trailing Y/N from head to toe and back up appreciatively. Raising an eyebrow, she added: “You might want to get changed before joining us.”

Y/N had forgotten she was only wearing her short lacy, somewhat see-through, nightgown and felt her cheeks heat up. “Yeah, sure, tell Kaz I’ll be there in a minute.” She stammered. She leaned back against the door as soon as it closed. Oh, well maybe not straight to hell? She quickly got dressed and tailored her cheeks back to normal before making her way to the others. The last thing she needed was to be teased by her friends for being so flustered over Zoya fucking Nazyalenski. She took a deep breath before entering the room.

“How long did I sleep for? Feels like I just went to bed.” She grumbled walking through the door.

Nikolai looked at her apologetically “Judging from when I last saw you, I’d say you probably slept for two hours?”

“Alright” She ran a hand through her tangled hair. “I guess that’s all I could really hope for.” She let herself fall on the couch next to Nikolai. Kaz raised an eyebrow at her. Interesting, he thought. There had been an empty armchair, but she’d chosen to sit next to the privateer. Maybe there is hope for the job yet. Torturing her is just a nice bonus.

She turned in her seat to face Nikolai. “I’m going to get started on the more advanced tailoring. It might get a bit uncomfortable. Changing bone structure always is. Let me know if you need a break.”

He’d only nodded at her in reply. She raised her hands to his face cupping his cheek with her left hand and running the fingers of her right hand down the line of his crooked nose. “Zoya, I’ll need you to tell me if the changes I’m making get too close to his actual features. Everyone else can piss off.” The crows took her dismissal seriously and scurried off to make other preparations.

Y/N settled into her work making corrections when needed following Zoya’s comments. She leaned back to admire her work after about three hours. She’d straightened Nikolai’s nose, made it slightly larger, raised his cheekbones and brow, and rounded his strong jaw to make him appear a bit younger. “Alright, I think this should work? The only major thing left is changing your eye colour. I’ll touch everything up once more after that.” Zoya had approached to examine Y/N’s work, staying quiet. “It’d probably be easier to make them hazel instead of green.”

“No,” interjected Zoya. “His eyes are usually hazel. You should make them blue. Nice work. I don’t think I’d recognize him in the street.”

Y/N beamed at Zoya. “Blue it is! That’ll take a while. Do you need a break, Nikolai?”

“I’m alright. Do you need a break? You’ve barely slept, and you still need to tailor yourself.” Well, she thought, that’s new. When did he become so considerate? He had let her work mostly in silence since she’d started that morning. He might not be so insufferable after all. Still a bit too full of himself to her taste but not insufferable.

“I’ll take a break after I’m done with you. I’ll need you to be very still for this.” She took a good look at him. “Zoya, can you make sure no one comes to bother me while I’m finishing up?” she called.

“Sure thing. I’ll get coffee. I have a feeling we could all use some.” As soon as Zoya left the room Nikolai’s shoulders bunched.

“I’m going to start now. You need to let me know if anything’s wrong alright?” Her voice was soft. She almost sounded worried.

He flashed her a bright smile. “I have full confidence in your talents, my dear.” He straightened his back once more. “Let’s do this.” She could tell he was tired and was only putting on a show. She wished he’d stopped hiding behind the self-assured ruler persona he’d mostly shown so far but she didn’t want to push him. She said nothing, opting to get back to work instead.

By the time Zoya got back with coffee Y/N was done tailoring Nikolai. Zoya let out a low whistle. She’d almost dropped the cups she was holding.

“He looks nothing like himself!” She exclaimed. “Once this job’s done you need to come with us to Os Alta. Genya would never forgive me if she didn’t get to meet you.”

Y/N smiled at Zoya and handed Nikolai a mirror. Genya Safin was the most talented tailor in recorded history, a member of the Grisha Triumvirate. Y/N couldn’t believe she’d ever take interest in a barrel rat like her. “Zoya’s right. You’ll have to come with us, or I fear our dear Genya will attempt regicide again.”

“She wouldn’t attempt it, moi tsar. Genya doesn’t fail. She would succeed in getting rid of you.” Zoya sounded amused at the idea.

He shrugged. “She’d probably murder you, my prized general, as well.”

The crows filed in after Zoya to take in Y/N’s work. Sturmhond’s strawberry blond curls were gone, replaced by chestnut brown ones with just a touch of red when exposed to direct sunlight. His green eyes were now a deep blue, slightly bigger than they had been. His shoulders were narrower, his skin tone lighter and his facial structure completely altered. He truly looked nothing like the privateer, or king, he truly was.

“Well done, Y/N.” Kaz’s raspy voice sounded from the back of the room. “Go rest and tailor yourself. Meet us back here in three hours. We’ll go over your covers again once that’s done.” The girl nodded and made her way back to her room on the second floor. — Nikolai couldn’t help but be impressed by the work Y/N had done on him. He was used to Genya’s skills, yet he never thought he’d meet another tailor as talented. He was pretty sure Y/N had even been faster than Genya ever was. She must have had years of practice to be able to perform such advanced tailoring this efficiently.

“How does it feel, Lantsov?” Nikolai jumped. He’d been so lost in thought he hadn’t noticed Kaz standing in front of him.

“How long has she been working for you, Brekker? I’m pretty sure you have one of the most talented tailors of all time on your crew. How did you manage it? Where did you even find her?” Nikolai just couldn’t wrap his head around Brekker’s luck. How does he always manage to have the best of every field on his crew?

Kaz chuckled. “While I appreciate your new-found interest in my tailor. I’m gonna need you to focus on the task at hand until we’ve pulled off this heist.”

Nikolai had been about to reply when Y/N’s voice cut him off. “I am not yours, Kaz Brekker.” She was standing in the doorway.

Nikolai was suddenly very glad he’d been sitting. The grisha had done just as good a job on herself as she had on him. Her usually dark auburn hair was now a vibrant shade of red. Her beautiful green eyes had been replaced by a darker brown. She hadn’t needed to change her complexion, but it looked like she had changed most of her bone structure. Her face was rounder, her lips narrower, her cheeks fuller. She’d even tailored her body, reducing her natural curves to make her seem slightly taller. Nikolai would have never recognized her. Her voice, still captivating, was the only thing that hadn’t changed. He found himself looking for any trace of the girl he had spent hours observing, and even grown to appreciate, in the last few days. Even though this tailored Y/N was beautiful, he had to admit he already missed her true features.

Jesper slung his arm around her shoulders. “You surpassed yourself, love.” He guided her towards the couch. “I have no doubt the job will be a success if everything goes as smoothly as your tailoring.” He only released her to push her down by Nikolai’s side.

Jesper’s attempt to calm things had been evident to everyone, nevertheless, it had seemed to work. Y/N leaned into Nikolai’s side and took his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers. “Do we look like Kaelish newlyweds yet?”

They spent the next few hours going over every single detail of their new identities. Covering everything that could come up in conversation at the party. Y/N had comfortably settled on the couch never straining too far from Nikolai, playing the role of the perfect little wife. The smell of her hair was intoxicating, and Nikolai was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on the proceedings. All he wanted to do was wrap his arm around her shoulders and pull her closer to his own body.

Eoin and Ainsley were 24 and 22 years old. They had met two years before getting married. They had had an unusually long engagement, lasting a full year, because Ainsley’s father had gotten sick, and she’d had to take care of her sisters. They had only been married for a few months but were looking into expanding the business to support Ainsley’s family. They wanted to get settled a bit before thinking of building their own family. That’s why Ainsley was working with her husband rather than stay behind at the mansion. How the engagement came to be had already been covered multiple times. Kaz made them rehearse telling the story over and over again.

Only once Kaz was satisfied did they get to take a break and sit down for a quick dinner, which had consisted of sausages, fried potatoes, and bread rolls.

“We’ll go over everything again tomorrow morning. I’ll make sure your clothes are ready by 3 bells. You’ll need to be at Van Verent’s house by 6 bells. Go get some sleep. All of you.” No one dared contradict Kaz, as they were all half-asleep on their feet by the time they were done. —- Tagged: @power-of-words23

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jadedxrealityw · 4 years

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-New Addition To The Family- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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Kody: some fluffy Draco for the soul

Request: Some cute fluff of Draco Y/n toddler scorp and their new baby @futuremrsmalfoy20

House: N/A

Possible Triggers / Warnings: children, fluffy Draco, cursing

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(this story is going is not going to be long at all. Just something short and sweet)

today was the day you would bring your infant daughter home. You had been in the hospital for two days and were just about tired of the bright fluorescent lights and terrible food. You were standing outside the large wooden door that led you into your home with Draco and Themis in a baby carrier.

Draco had asked your mutual friend Pansy to watch Scorpius while he went to pick you up from the hospital despite her distaste towards children. Scorpius was her one exception and Themis as well. That’s why she was ‘Auntie Pans’ to Scorpius.

“Come on, let’s show Themis her home” Draco said from beside you, lifting the baby carrier up a bit so you could see Themis’s grey eyes. They were just like Draco’s. You nod once towards him and he smiles back at you. You reach for the handle and push the door open.

you are met with the sight of Pansy holding Scorpius in her arms staring back at you- but they weren’t the only ones there. Next to Pans was Theo and Blaise. “Welcome home Themis!” they all exclaimed in unison. You burst into a fit of laughter.

“I thought you two were busy?” you ask, referring to the couple Blaise and Theo. You had wanted them to meet Themis at the hospital, but they told you they had been behind in work that they needed to catch up on. “Surprise, we lied. Pansy planned for us all to be here on a certain day.” Blaise informs.

you nod once and turn your E/c eyes toward Pansy. She shrugs nonchalantly and walks over to you “Take this snot rocket” she says in mock disgust while handing you Scorpius who held his arms out wide as soon as he saw your face “Mommy!”

scooping him up in your arms, you turn your body towards Draco who was placing the baby carrier on the table so he could undo the buckle around Themis. “Daddy’s here too” you say and Scorpius giggles in response. He had yet to say the word dad, daddy, or any variation of that word.

Blaise, Theo, and Pansy both look over Draco’s shoulder “Finally, another girl around. We girls have been surrounded by testerone for years” Pansy comments. Draco shakes his head as he undoes the last buckle “Love you too Pans” he replies. She gives him a half smile.

“She looks like Y/n more then Draco” Theo points out, gesturing towards her face. Themis did indeed have more of your facial structure then her fathers, while Scorpius was a spitting image of your husband. “I thought they cloned Draco when i first saw Scorpius” Blaise adds, making Theo and Pansy snicker.

Draco rolls his eyes, lifting Themis from the baby carrier “I did not clone myself” he retorts. Pansy grins widely “Yeah guys. Scorpius is like bright and cheery and you were a little shit when you were a kid” You hold back laughter as you realize what’s coming next.

“Wait until my father hears about this!” all three of them say before going into laughing fits. Draco seemed unamused to say the least “I hate you all. Also Pansy you can’t curse around Scorpius, he repeats everything he hears. Pansy rolled her eyes “Everything, but Daddy huh?”

“ha ha ha. So comical, i’m putting Themis in her room” Draco held Themis’s head with his hand before leaving the room and down the hallway. All of you turned to follow Draco as well and into the nursery. Themis’s room was a mix of green, black, and white.

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a week later

you had almost forgotten how newborns love to wake you up in the middle of the night with crying and screaming. Wear protection kids. As you slept peacefully in your shared bed, you heard the wailing of your infant daughter. You shot up instantly.

Draco had his arm around you, so he was yanked up as well. Poor dude. “What the fuck- are you alright Y/n?!” he shouts, assuming the worst. You look at his worried expression. His platinum blond hair was a sticking out everywhere, making him look like a goof.

you held back a laugh “Sorry hun, Themis is crying i have to go check up on her-” as you spoke you then heard the crying of your other child Scorpius. Draco sighs with a small smile “I’ll check on Scorpius then, meet you back here?” he said, like you both were going on a mission. It was sweet.

you nod once. Draco slithers his hand behind your head to rest on the nape of your neck, pulling your face close to his. He leans in a kisses you sweetly. It only lasted a couple seconds, but you enjoyed it very much. “Alright” you say and both of you crawl out of bed.

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you walk out the bedroom door and turn to the left while Draco turns to the right. When you get closer you notice that the nursery door is open and you vividly remember closing it so the light from the hallway wouldn’t shine on Themis’s face and wake her up.

an uneasy feeling invaded your stomach as you approached the door. You push the rest of the door open and spot a strange sight. Scorpius was sitting in Themis’s crib holding her delicate head in his lap. They were both crying. What in the hell?

“Scorpius?” you say, nearing the crib. He looks up at you and points to Themis “Help” he cried out, making your heart tug. Who would want to see there baby cry- well both babies. You reach into the crib and lift Themis out. As soon as you grab her, you notice that the diaper she was wearing was full.

before you could even speak to Scorpius Draco comes busting into the room at full speed with his wand “I can’t find Scorpius! I looked around the house and every other room! I know that you told me that if i ever lost one of the kids you would leave me, but i don’t even know how to use that thing in the kitchen!”

you bought a dishwasher

slowly moving to the side, you reveal Scorpius in the crib. Draco’s face that once was distraught was now revealed “Oh thank merlin” he breathed out, practically sinking onto the floor. It was kind of amusing. “Are you okay?” you ask, walking over to the changing station that was in the corner.

he stood up slowly “My whole life flashed before my eyes” he spoke, making you snort out a chuckle at the dramatic way of speaking. You lay Themis down and began to remove her onesie. “And?” you question. “Please don’t leave me. I know i was a little shit back in school, but i like to think i’ve grown”

“You have. I’m not going to leave you, you goof now go console your son please” you say, turning you head to give him a side glance before going back to changing Themis. Draco nods and walks over to the crib “Hey little one” he said as he reached into the crib.

Scorpius held out his arms, grabbing onto Draco as soon as he picked him up “Now why were you in here Scorp?” Draco questions with a small pout. “I think he was trying to help Themis, but didn’t know how” you said, putting a new diaper onto Themis.

Draco smiled brightly, poking at Scorpius’s stomach playfully “I’m glad he’s already trying to help his sister like a good big brother” he praises. Scorpius’s frown turned into a bright smile and giggles cutely. Super adorable. “Just like you, super protective” you say, lifting Themis from the table.

Draco rolls his eyes “I’m not super protective” he snaps back. You raise a brow at what he just said “You punched Harry in the face when he was wiping dust off my robe” you say and watch as Draco begins to sputter “I thought he was grabbing your ass okay? what was is supposed to do?”

“Not punch him?”

“Well-” He closed his mouth, unable to come up with anything to say “Whatever” he mumbles. You smile and walk towards the loveseat in the corner of the room “Alright i need to feed her. Can you take Scorpius back to bed for me?” you ask.

Draco shrugged “It’s not like i haven’t seen those before” He said, referring to your breast. You narrow your eyes, something that scared Draco. “Okay okay. Scorpius say goodnight to mommy” he crouched down next you. Scorpius grabs your face with his tiny hands and kisses your cheek “Mwah!”

you chuckle at his super cute behaviour. He gives you a toothy grin “G’night mommy!” he speaks and your heart just melts “Goodnight Scorpius”

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the next morning

you awoke to the sound of children's laughter, which was pretty sweet to wake up to in hindsight. You sit up in your bed and turn to face Draco, but he wasn’t there. Strange sense it was a weekend and Draco was usual the one to sleep in on these days.

deciding to investigate you pull the black duvet off of your body and push yourself to sit up. As soon as your straightened your back you smelt something- delicious. You couldn’t decipher what, but it smells wonderful. So wonderful that your stomach began to rumble.

you throw your legs over the side of the bed. You stand up, the air nipping at your skin and causing goosebumps. You look around and spot your light grey hoodie you had gotten from Pansy and slip it over your sports bra and black and white flannel pants.

you let out a yawn as you walk across the cold hard wood floor that lined the hallway. it was definitely too early considering there were no signs of Narcissa. She usually stayed over on weekends to watch the kids so you and Draco could go do something together- but you both ended up just sleeping in.

children tire you out like that

as you made your way to the stairs the children's laughter got louder and closer. Was everybody downstairs? You start to walk down the steps, rubbing the tired feeling away from your eyes. Once you reach the last step you turn the corner to see a very- funny view.

Scorpius was sat in his booster seat munching on food while Themis was in her cradle, shaking around a toy hippogriff that Pansy had gotten her as a joke. You named it ‘Chicken’. It is just as funny as Scorpius’s stuffed white ferret that she also got him. His name is ‘Dray’

Pansy is a great aunt

After looking at that you see Draco at your kitchen stove frying up what looked like sausages. “Draco?” you spoke and watched your platinum blond husband almost trip over his own feet in shock. Once he turned around you noticed he was wearing a apron that had a floral pattern on it. It was Narcissa’s.

he musters up a smile as he leans against the counter, spatula in hand “Hey there darling. How did you sleep?” he asked and you shrug, smiling “Just fine- um, what’s all this?” you question, making your way around the table. He smiles and turns back to the pan.

“Breakfast” he states confidently. You look at the table and notice all the food, eggs, toast, jam, hash browns. It was impressive, but suspicious “Since when can you cook? You almost burnt the house down when i asked you to boil noodles”

he rolls his eyes as he plates the sausages on a plate “Mother has been coming over early to teach me so i could be a ‘proper husband’ as she says. Plus you cook for us all the time and with the new baby i felt you needed a break” he explains.

Draco grabs your hand and lifts it to his mouth. He kisses your knuckles lightly which made you smile “Thank you Draco” you say. He sends you a wink before placing the plate with all the other food “Now eat before it gets cold” he adds. You nod and go over to sit down next to Scorpius’s booster seat.

you look at what he was eating and notice he was chewing on french toast. You look up at him and grab his tiny pale hand “Now who made you that delicious food?” you ask in a playful manner. Scorpius gets visibly excited and points his other hand at Draco.

“Daddy!”

you and Draco both freeze. The one word Scorpius refused to say was just spoken. You look over at Draco and notice his expression falter before a big smile came to his face “Yes! Pansy owes me galleons!” he shouts excitedly. You shake your head considering he was already insanely wealthy.

but he probably just wanted to prove Pansy wrong. “That’s what your thinking about?” you ask. Draco looks at you and shakes his head, walking over “Not just that. I’m very happy. I’m happy that Scopius said dad and I’m happy that i have a healthy children” he spoke before crouching down beside you.

“and i’m happy that i have a beautiful wife that stuck around for so long. Even with all my family issues and shitty attitude” Draco looks up at you with a loving smile. What a cheesy dork you thought. You lean down and he follows along as you both kiss. It was short and sweet, but you cherished it nonetheless.

“Now sit in a seat so we can eat” you spoke, pulling back from him

he stands up and takes a seat next to you and Themis’s cradle “Yes ma’am”

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Taglist: @the--queen-of-hell @sonbelleame @dracosathenaeum @pxroxide-prinxcesss

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Kody: I hope you enjoyed this short Draco fluff, it was fun to write. My requests are open as well as my taglist. Anyways, peace.

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