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seraphdreams · 8 months ago

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GOT MILK? | TOJI FUSHIGURO.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — synopsis. what happens when you invite an unexpected guest into your home? lucky for you, this one cares about your health!

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — cw. fem!reader / milkman!toji, smut, cliche porn trope, size kink, coercion, food play, a bit prey/predator dynamics, 1950s-esque setting, toji’s huge, unprotected “love-making”, mdni <3.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — word count. 3.3k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! it’s been a while, hasn’t it? i’m so so sorry i’ve been away from writing :( but trust me, we’re so back !! this is actually my first full length toji fic n i’m so excited 4 you all to read it . . i wanted to keep it light and cliche for all of our pleasure. this took me about two months to write on n off, but !! if you like this n enjoy it, please comment / reblog ! i’ll make you all a glass of seraph’s special milk, thank u ♡ a big shoutout 2 @gh4ul for beta reading ! i love u so muchie!!

fluorescent shimmers of the setting sun pierced through your living room window, beyond pastel curtains, and onto the curvature of your face as if the sun itself used you like its own canvas while you lounged upon the couch. soft murmurs of whichever television show you had fallen asleep watching hummed within the four thin walls of your flat, creating the perfect ambiance for a peaceful late afternoon nap.

it wasn’t as though you had done much during the day, aside from indulging in your boredom with the mundane baking of cookies, taking two batches to get right, alongside tidying your room.

although currently, you slept soundly in a way that came off as daunting to others; torso clad in a thin tank top paired with little pink shorts that could’ve been mistaken for underwear by any onlooker, with your hand rested just below your abdomen, chest rising and falling in the most harmonious synchronicity.

vulnerable, like prey unknowing of its predator.

fortunately, the neighborhood you resided in was safe. some sweet suburban city where everyone knew each other more than they knew themselves, and the thought of anything being remotely out of place sent residents into a frenzy. it was innocuous to assume that not much out of the ordinary took place. or that was the case, until —

knock, knock.

“delivery for y/n?”

stirring in your sleep, you prayed that the owner of the baritone voice that had woken you up was just some figment of your imagination, some effect of unintended lucid dreaming perhaps. yet, upon blinking open unfocused, bleary eyes, and the loud couplet of knocks on the door following soon after, you were pulled out of dreamland and into the vexing reality.

three more firm knocks paired with a gruff tone calling out flatly, “delivery,” was enough to have your body sashaying involuntarily to your front door.

whoever was outside was insinstently persistent. if they had thought to put even an ounce more strength into those compact knocks, your door would have been long gone by now.

“coming!” the dulcet tone of your voice was riddled with exhaustion and you were unsure if the sound had resonated with the stranger on the other end, your internal query being answered once the relentless abuse of your front door had ceased.

you had ignored the fabric of your meager top, not quite noticing the way the strap so slightly dropped from your shoulder, leaving such a beautiful expanse of skin exposed to, and for, anyone. swiftly, you had opened the door for your unexpected visitor.

there, stood some dark haired man, taller and bigger than any other man you’ve known in the neighborhood. he must have had to be over 6’0, with a stature so broad, chiseling muscles barely hidden underneath the thin fabric of his uniform. his white hat tilted upward, and as your eyes descended, you caught his matching suit worn just a bit too taut. it was as if the first two buttons of his shirt were hanging on for dear life to cover what massive mounds his chest was. not to mention, how his thighs were close to breaking free from their confines.

to the right of the struggling buttons, sat a little pin that read “toji.”

he didn’t put any effort into a friendly introduction, the only hint of expression you could trace was the furrowing of his brows at his forehead as he gave you an unreadable stare.

“was told to drop this off here.” toji spoke. he held out a small wired basket with two glass jars of white liquid, seeming to be milk. maybe it had been your fuzzy, half-awake mind, and what little thoughts were up there, but you couldn’t recall a time where you had placed an order for some strange fluid.

was it a thing the neighborhood would do every once in a while?

as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and gave the handsome stranger a soft pout, you spoke airily. “what’s in the jar, sir?”

his demeanor shifted into pure displeasure, not fancying the query your hollow brain came up with. it remained undoubtedly clear that he wasn’t the most amiable of folks.

“it’s milk, darling.”

“i didn’t order any milk, sorry.” that same pout remained on your lips as you shook your head for the milkman to end a seemingly quick conversation, but just as you were about to close the door back, the pressure of his strong hand against the wood made your attempt futile.

to your surprise, a miniscule smirk was evident on his scarred features. “no?” his narrowed eyes drank you in from the bottom up as if you were lemonade on a scorching summer’s day. those same eyes skillfully darting from the spill of your breasts in your little top, up to your pretty pursed lips and doe-like orbs.

anyone could tell from a mile away what type of girl you were — the type that toji devilishly enjoys.

it wasn’t often he was presented with a doll such as yourself. sure, he could pick the mind of others increasingly well, could tell just when someone was planning to set him up (like some sort of off-duty criminal) but with you, it was as though not a thought could be lodged behind vacant eyes. everything about you was pure, untainted.

he stepped closer toward you, his foot conveniently placed between the barrier between your home and the outside. “try it for yourself. it’s fresh, and organic.” as he spoke, the glint in his deep gray eyes had overturned into a sly darkness. and when you shook your head at his advance, he only scoffed, peering in closer until he fully stepped foot into your abode.

“oh, c’mon,” vexation laced his tone. “don’t make my job harder than it already is.”

his hauntingly large frame eclipsed yours, the sun casting a backlit shadow behind his silhouette, like something out of a 50’s horror film. at that moment, you were in no position to deny his simple request.

it was just milk, perhaps he wanted an honest review.

your eyes met his, and you swallowed thickly as you hoped that courage would fill the void in the pit of your stomach. “how much for a glass?” softly, your question floated in tense air. a smirk upticks on his face as he reaches into the basket, holding up the larger jar of the two settled in the basket.

“for you, it’s free of charge.”

maybe you should’ve questioned the insubstantial value, for nothing in this economy was truly ever free.

you take the bottle from him, popping open the lid and taking a sip. the unnerving feeling of greedy eyes caused goosebumps to form over your skin. the liquid certainly had a thicker texture to it, possibly an ode to its organic nature; and as you sipped and sipped, you failed to notice the drippage that rolled amply down the side of your mouth to your chest. toji, however, caught sight of it — because, of course he did.

after you had your sample size, you took a manicured thumb to glossy lips, wiping your bottom lip to collect the remnants before taking your tongue to your thumb to lick up the remains.

in that moment, you reminded him of a kitten, some meek animal vastly trusting of the others in its environment.

his smirk grew wider and he closed the door behind him as he stepped closer, now merely a few inches away from your figure. “oh, but miss,” his voice full with anything but a genuine concern for you, he traced his finger along the trail of milk that lingered at your chest. “you missed a spot.”

his sudden touch startled you in such a way that shifted your body to jolt once you felt his cool fingertips. that same motion forced you to completely forget about the open jar in your hand, accidentally spilling an even larger amount of milk all over yourself in the process.

drenched in the liquid, your top became practically see-through with only the sight of your pert nipples showing underneath. it's candy for the eye, toji’s at least.

“you gonna keep that on, princess? you’ll catch a cold.” his voice feigns concernment towards you, as if he pitied the pathetic state he put upon you. in that moment, sheepishness clouds your empty head, and if you could cower away, you would; but instead, you took him up on his suggestion, turning your back to him and doing away with the thin barrier.

“gimme a minute to change.” you shyly said as you looked back at him with a hand barely covering your chest.

how cute you were, so willing to invite a stranger into your home and even strip for him — were you always this welcoming?

before you could scuttle to your room, you felt a firm grip on your arm. toji, now clearly having fun with you, had given you a menacing smirk along with a tsk of his tongue. “you’re still all wet,” he turned you back around to face him in one swift motion. “let me clean you off.” his hand slowly trailed up your arm and to the swell of your breasts where he cupped one in his large, calloused palm. the feeling of his rough fingertips over your bare skin caused you to break out in a shudder. “s-sir, i don’t think..”

he shushed you the moment his thumb rolled over your hard nipple, milk still dripping down your skin. with one hand, he pulled you in tight by your waist, and with the other, he aided himself in wrapping his lips around your nipple. you could only describe his touch as hungry, rough as if the opportunity to take advantage of your vulnerability would slip away into thin air. he locked steel grey eyes with you as he did so. once he got his fill of toying with your sensitive mounds, he switched his sucking motions into little bites.

his deep groans and your soft whines filled the space instantaneously. he’d rotate from one breast to the other until he felt you growing weak in his hold, the squeeze of your thighs telling him everything he needed to know about your desire. and when he felt satisfied with the level at which he teased you, he unlatched.

it felt as if all air had rushed out of your system from the raspy whines you had let out during his ministrations. you took a moment to catch your breath and regain composure as he stood up tall to his original position.

oddly enough, comfortability grew within you, possibly the adrenaline of a handsome stranger feeding your mind with illicit thoughts. “am i all clean now?” your voice comes out shaky, feeble with lust, and as your eyes scanned his formidable appearance, down to the bulge that left his sheer size to anything but the imagination, you grew greedier.

“squeaky fucking clean.” his response comes off as a growl. “how about some real milk as a reward, sweetheart?”

you tilted your head, as a confused puppy would, looking up at him with spacey eyes. “real milk? i thought i was just drinking it?” he smiled at your perplexity, finding you too cute to let go. “that milk,” he pointed at the bottle you set on the counter beside you. “isn’t as organic as it claims. you need the real thing in ya.”

toji fumbles with his belt buckle, unfastening it until he could comfortably whip his cock out. you had never seen something so large, so girthy that it instilled a blend of fear and excitement within you. “on your knees, pretty thing.” he demanded. “gotta make sure my girl grows big and strong.”

you complied, obviously. when someone as sturdy as him tells you to do something, it’s only natural that you do it.

with your weight now rested on your knees, your job was easy. you wrapped a feeble hand around the base of his cock, mouth agape in bewilderment that he could barely fit in the cusp of your hand. toji let out a hiss under his breath once your hand began to diligently slide up and down his shaft. slick dribbled into the rapture of your enclosed fist from just how turned on he was. as you continued to teasingly pump him, your tongue darted to place gentle kitten licks paired with tender kisses to his angry tip. “you’re real confident now, aren’t ya?” he goads, though not necessarily in a mirthful manner.

a soft pout forms at your lips upon hearing his words, urging you to increase your pace by a minuscule amount. once you had gotten familiar with the monster in your palm, you wrapped your lips around the head, slowly inching yourself down his shaft until your nose met the unruly hairs of his pelvis. he was heavy in your jaw, a telltale sign that you’d end up with a strong ache that’d take days to soothe; and the throb of his length only led to the gush in your panties.

as you began to bob your head, toji threw his head back, large hands gripping at your jaw to keep you nice and puckered for him. the sensation of his plush tip bullying the back of your throat causes you to moan, a sound, and a feeling, that toji doesn't miss. you pick up your rhythm, but shortly after, toji starts up his; slamming his cock into your unexpecting mouth with no remorse.

rough ministrations urged you to gag until you came to ignore the feeling and focus on his pleasure, innocent and teary eyes showing through a wall of thick lashes up at him. what a cocky bastard.

“c’mon, you can take more, can’t ya?” he goads, his vocables resonating in a choppy cadence underneath the guise of his groans. “dontcha want milk?”

the mix of saliva and his precum trailed from your mouth as his heavy balls slammed against your chin. you took notice of how his vigorous pace faltered, signally an orgasm just seconds away.

one thrust. two thrust. three.

he’d managed to hold your face to his pelvis as he fucked through his orgasm, a deep groan bellowing through the air while he painted your throat in his seed.

what a liar. he didn’t taste anything like milk.

slowly, he pulls away and spurts the last few drops of cum onto your swollen lips, where he took much needed amusement in your starry eyed gaze.

your heavy pants were like music to his ears, something he wished he could etch into his memory for years to come.

“it’s all messy.” you mewled, licking at the seed that dripped to your lips. his hands were glacial as you felt them on your face while he leaned down to be eye level with you. “oh, i know. lemme take care of that.” he swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, drinking in his own orgasm before taking you into a heated kiss.

it was a brief moment, so brief you were too lightheaded to even realize how he manhandled you into the perfect position — bent over to touch your toes.

he pulled away, roughly tugging at your little shorts until they pooled at your ankles. you felt him slide his cock over your panties just before pushing them to the side to line it up with your slit.

all toji wanted to do in that moment was slide right in, but he knew he couldn’t. you just weren’t wet enough to handle all of him. and besides, he definitely didn’t want to deal with a whining princess suggesting that it “doesn’t fit.”

instead, he slid his sensitive cock between your folds. “gotta get you nice ‘nd ready,” he spoke while reveling in the way that his tip catched at your poor, neglected clit. “feel flattered, i don’t do this for everybody.”

each slide jolted your body as the slightest tinge of pleasure coursed within you. it wasn’t enough to get you feeling close, no, but it was ample in gushing more slick from your hole.

“t-toji, sir, please..” you had let out a soft, vexed sigh at the lack of feeling, wiggling your hips to create friction in any type of way.

it reigned pointless, as most things did with toji. he was too busy focused on the sheen covering his cock from just toying with your angelcunt that whatever nonsense you were spouting was irrelevant to him. he continued his motions until the tightening of your core and fluttering of your pussy told him everything he needed to know.

satisfied with the level at which he teased you, he halted. just before you could fucking cum. you let out a frustrated whine that didn’t mean much to him, agitated by the loss of sensation.

in mere moments, he was pushing himself past your walls, stretching you out while your little cunt struggled to accommodate his size. “w-what if it doesn’t fit..?” you managed to babble out in your pathetic state.

oh, if your nosy neighbors knew that sweet little princess down the street was getting her cunt stretched out by the milkman, they would have a conniption.

toji smirked at your concern, ultimately brushing you off while continuing to urge himself even deeper. “let’s just make it fit then.”

the feeling of being stuffed full was unlike anything you’d experienced in the past. your past partners weren’t much to moan at, but toji? he had you grasping at any surface to give you leverage. as soon as he bottomed out, you could feel the tip rubbing so deliciously against the hollow of your cervix, the tinge of pain going unnoticed from how riddled with desire you were for him. with confirmation that he was fully inside, toji began to set a rough pace, strokes deep and firm enough to have you jolting forward with every thrust.

you scrambled to hold onto anything for dear life, afraid that your knees would grow weak and give out underneath your own weight. though, he kept his hands taut at your hips, only speeding up his potent thrusts to taunt you even more for your lack of stability.

fucked dumb within the first few seconds, drool dribbled past your lip, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as you tried to take everything you were given.

with the intense way your walls were hugging around his cock, he couldn’t help but let out something of a deep, guttural groan. you had reached behind you to press a feeble hand to his abdomen, hoping it would ease his ministrations, yet your adorable action only caused the opposite.

he took your wrists in his one hand, pulling you up to hit deeper within your walls. “fuck! ‘s too d-deep!” you cried out, that familiar coil of pleasure tightening within your being, and to your dismay, he only held you closer against his chest, other hand gripping at your jaw while his cock milked your gspot for all it’s worth.

“too deep? this too deep for ya?” toji taunts. “i thought you knew how to take dick, you sure looked like it.”

his grip at your face only tighten an ounce more as he waited for whatever nonsense you could muster out.

“i-i can..! i c’n take it!”

only seconds later did your high come crashing down, sending your body into a flutter of shocks. a sensation so perfervid, it had your mind hazy while you creamed all over his cock.

following suit, in a bout of thrusts, toji was painting your insides with his warm wet seed, only pulling out once he felt you go limp in his hold.

“don’t tap out on me now, you haven’t even paid for the milk.”

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lxkeee · 1 year ago

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⋆.˚ . FLY ME TO THE MOON ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚.

—PART THREE

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Archangel Raphael! Fem! Reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Notes: Lucifer and [y/n] will see each other again next chapter 👁️👁️

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART FOUR | MISC.

A lot of timeskip...

[Y/n] sat in her office chair. Bored out of her mind. Hand fluidly moved in motion as she signed her signature in each document. Paper works. So much paperwork. Just because she finished her duties on the mortal realm for this week doesn't mean she doesn't have work to do back in heaven. She needs to do countless paperwork. Writing down every detail of what happened during her time on earth.

She groaned, placing down her pen on to the table. Throwing her head back lazily against the comfort of her chair.

It has been years since Lucifer's fall. Years after the meeting he asked for that concern about his hotel to redeem sinners.

Thinking back about it. She regrets the harsh words she has said to him during that meeting. Rather too cold for her liking.

She can't blame past her either. She was mad at Lucifer, who wouldn't?

Your best friend stopped spending time with you as he spent most of his time learning about the newly made humans God created.

And once he got the time to spend with her, he always talked about the mortal woman that God has created.

It was very annoying.

Then suddenly, he did what she warned him. Giving the fruit of knowledge to Eve that caused his fall from grace.

[Y/n] loved him, she still does.

She was mad that Lucifer neglected her. She was mad that an angel as beautiful as Lucifer chose a mortal woman.

She was... Jealous.

Now, she heard he has a family now.

She sighs, eyes looking down on her hand. The wedding ring she used to wear is now on her middle finger. She and Azrael are still married to each other platonically for shits and giggles.

They still loved each other platonically. Often having sleepovers at each other's houses.

She wondered, Azrael is such a great man. Everything she'll ever need in one. Smart, funny, sarcastic, intelligent, incredibly handsome, and loving.

It's truly unfortunate her heart lies within another.

She sighs softly. She's been doing that often lately.

As she was about to continue working, the door to her office bursts open and her ex-husband flamboyantly announced his grand entrance.

“Wifeyyy, I have tea to share. I know you'll be interested.” Azrael asked, [y/n] had to look up as the man was literally taller than her. His slicked back black hair shined against the chandelier lights. His eyes are half-lidded—showing off the golden eyeshadow he's wearing, a smirk on his mischievously attractive face. Pulling back a chair across her desk, he sat down.

[Y/n] raised an eyebrow at him, curious what gossip he has to share this time.

“What is it?” she asked lacing her hands and placing her elbows on the table and placing her chin on her knuckles.

Azrael smirked, playing with his staff.

“Luci has a family right?” he asked and [y/n] just looked at him with curiosity. Surprised that Azrael brought the topic of the fallen angel up.

“Yes, what about it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at the angel in front of her.

“I heard his daughter is coming up here for a meeting, Morningstar's daughter wanted to propose an idea to... Redeem sinners. Reminds me of Lucifer.” Azrael says with a smirk and small chuckle.

“The apple doesn't fall far from the tree after all.” [y/n] says with a small shrug. She wondered if Lucifer's daughter would propose the same idea like his.

“Indeed. So, are you going to attend the meeting? I heard Sera is handling it this time. Lucifer's daughter sure is lucky she won't be having a meeting with the seven.” Azrael says with a smirk before pouting a little.

“When will it be?” [y/n] asked, picking up her pen once more as she resumed working.

“In two days.” Azrael says with a shrug.

“Unfortunately I have work, all seven of us do.” [y/n] says with a shrug, a bored tone in her voice.

Azrael sighed and nodded, “Unfortunately, but... We can still attend but not physically. Eavesdropping as what others call it.” Azrael says with a grin, snapping his fingers and two eyeballs with wings appeared out of nowhere.

“We can use these. Both of us can have an eye.” he suggested and [y/n] looked at him with a raised eyebrow, curious why this man is so interested in listening to a meeting that is probably a repeat of history.

“I can see that look in your eyes that you're wondering why I'm so eager to listen to this meeting. I have a feeling that something will be revealed during this meeting and I am curious to what it is. My instincts are never wrong.” Azrael says, eyes staring outside [y/n]'s window. He has a feeling that the Seraphims are hiding something and he wants to uncover that.

“A secret?” [y/n] asked, curiosity piqued.

“Yes, I have a feeling that the seraphims are hiding something and that is a no-no especially if a high seraphim is hiding something.” Azrael says, his voice becoming serious. [Y/n] looked at him, her eyes narrowed at the possibility. The seven virtues are barely in heaven and that means the seraphims are in charge of the order up here. Lately, Sera has been acting strange but they just dismissed it thinking it was nothing. Now that Azrael mentioned it, they need to find out the truth.

“I assume we don't need to tell them we'll be attending the meeting then?” [y/n] asked and Azrael smirked and nodded.

It was finally the day where Lucifer's daughter would visit heaven for a meeting. [Y/n] sat on her couch in the comfort of her home, a third eye on her forehead. It means her consciousness is connected to the flying eyeball Azrael allowed her to use. It is currently the courtroom, hiding from plain sight.

Lucifer's daughter is really a copy of the said fallen angel. Same ideals too.

The meeting seems to be a bore, Charlie as what she learned the girl's name is, just proposed the same idea Lucifer proposed years ago.

The meeting was nothing but boring, annoying as she has to listen to Adam and Lute.

[Y/n] is still confused why that is in heaven and why he's being favored. The man is literally a walking asshole with a shit personality.

Azrael is probably in the same boat as her but he's back on earth doing his duties while simultaneously listening to this meeting.

The seven does not like Adam very much. Adam is too privileged.

Though, her views on the hotel changed as Charlie showed the progress of her guest, a demon named Angel Dust. Perhaps this silly hotel might actually work.

[Y/n] was about to stop listening and watching the meeting when Adam said something that caught her interest. Something that made her heart drop.

Exterminate... Extermination...

Of human souls.

Based on the reactions of other angels in the court, it was only Sera, Adam, Lute and other exorcists who knew about it.

Demon or not angels have no reason for doing this.

She's pissed and she could feel Azrael's annoyance from the eye she was using.

Who gave Sera the right to play God?

And the fact she didn't let the seven know about it is inexcusable.

The meeting ended and the two eyeballs remained hidden, eavesdropping on Emily and Sera.

So she's doing this because the demons were uprising?

Didn't they like to took care of it years ago? This just showed that Sera has no belief that heaven can handle a mere uprising of demons.

If the seven wanted to they could wipe out the entirety of hell. But no, there's no need for that. They have far more important matters to deal with such as trying to minimize the evil slowly growing on earth.

Hell couldn't steal heaven, they'd be dead before they could even enter the gates.

The third eye on [y/n]'s forehead closes and disappears. The others needed to know about this.

The others were concerned about this, angry even. Heaven does not need to do this yearly cleansing but apparently it has been happening for a few years already. So many human souls are killed by the hands of angels.

The seven talked about this with their creator and of course, he didn't listen to their concerns about this. Though, he did promise that if a soul is actually redeemed then the cleansing isn't necessary and Sera would be placed on trial as the seraphim didn't tell the seven nor god about this decision. The seven virtues didn't tell Sera they knew and just continued doing their duties. They trust their creator, based on his voice. He knew something that they don't.

[Y/n] has a feeling that this silly hotel might even work and she can't wait to finally put Adam, the exorcists, and Sera back to their place. To remind them where their power lies within the heavenly ranks.

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jay72664 · 17 days ago

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Night

Dazai stares out into Yokohama, despite it being night it was still rather bright.

He let out a sigh, trying to shake off the remnants of his nightmare.

He’d been careful not to wake up Chuuya when he got up; a difficult task as the ginger had always been a light sleeper.

The sound of the balcony door skidding open told him he was not careful enough.

It was only a few seconds before Chuuya’s arms were wrapped around his waist from the back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Chuuya’s voice came; quiet, especially compared to the loudness of the city below.

No, he definitely didn’t, Chuuya had heard enough about his fucked up mind and nightmares, and he wasn’t particularly keen on telling him more.

Besides, he knew exactly what he’d say.

“Go back to bed, Chuuya.” He mumbles, not even glancing over his shoulder to look at the shorter man.

Said man just snorts. “And leave you out here with whatever terrible thoughts are in your head? No chance in hell.”

Chuuya unwraps his arms and comes to stand beside him, placing his hand on top of Dazai’s.

“I’m going to stay out here until you come to bed with me.”

Dazai huffs. “That might be awhile.”

“That’s okay.” Is all Chuuya says in reply.

For a while they stand there in silence, staring out at the bright city below.

“You ever wonder what your life would be like without me?” Dazai finally asks, breaking the silence that had fallen over the two.

“I don’t need to, I had four years of that.” Chuuya replies, his thumb trailing over the back of his hand.

“Yeah, but that-that was different, what if you never met me?” He lets go of Chuuya’s hand.

Chuuya is silent for a moment, before deadpanning. “I’d be dead, many times over.”

“Come on, you know what I mean.” He snaps back, finally looking at his husband.

Chuuya scoffs and grabs his collar, pulling the taller man down to his level.

“There is no world, none, where I am happier without you than I am with.”

The complete and utter intensity in which he speaks the words leaves Dazai momentarily speechless, before he averts his gaze.

“So you say, but-“

“No buts.” Chuuya presses a soft kiss to his forehead.

“I’m not going anywhere, and I’m not letting you go anywhere.” He finally lets go of Dazai’s collar.

“I’m tired.” The brunette says after a long moment.

“Then let’s go back to bed.”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

#This got away from me #And I didn’t know how to end it #But it’s cute #so whatever #chuuya #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #dazai #osamu #osamu dazai #dazai osamu #skk #soukoku #established skk #established soukoku #married skk #married soukoku

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the-kr8tor · 1 year ago

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Carnival date with Hobie! Going on the arcades (that are definitely rigged) enjoying cotton candy together and the Ferraris wheel!

- 💗

Thank you for the lovely prompt, angel! 😘

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (Hobie is mentioned taller though), cw food mentions, Fluff

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You take a giant bite of your cotton candy, the sugar bursts into your mouth like fireworks. The bright neon lights make your eyes shine, all the beeps and boops from arcade machines are reminiscent of the time when you were younger. It's cold out, an evening breeze passes by, fluttering your lashes in the wind. It's freezing but Hobie's arm around your shoulders warms you through your bones.

“Don't eat it all, give me some.” His breath fans your cheeks, it tickles you a bit. “Oi, stop gettin’ distracted. Ahhh” he opens his mouth for you, waiting for you to feed him like a baby chick.

“Get those pinchers out of my face.” You giggle, quickly feeding a dollop of the sweet treat before he chomps down on your fingers. You've learned your lesson.

“Thanks.” He says through a mouthful. You wipe the corner of his lips clean of candy. He sticks his tongue out to the side with the intention to lick your finger.

“Nope, too slow!” you quickly move your hand away to his dismay.

“I will bite your hand off, you'll see.” Hobie says with a smirk.

“Uh huh, sure. If you can catch me”

“You better start running then”

Before you could sprint through the crowd, Hobie's arms are already around your middle, lifting you a few inches off the ground effortlessly. You giggle, trying to not get a lot of attention from the public.

You blame the candy for making Hobie more hyper than he already is.

“Give me your fuckin' hand” he cranes his neck down to try and catch your it, you cross your arms on your chest, tucking your hands inside.

“Nu uh!” Hobie squeezes you, continuing to walk like he's not carrying you. “So you're just gonna manhandle me the entire night?”

“No, I'll throw you in one of those duck ponds.” He laughs loudly as you wiggle your elbow right on his abdomen. You didn't know he's ticklish there, you are definitely gonna use that information in the future.

Your eyes light up, looking at the gigantic patchwork teddy bear hanging on to one of the arcade booths. “Look at that one!”

“D’you want that? I'll get that for you, yeah?”

“No, it's fine, it's probably rigged anyway.”

He nuzzles your neck, “I'll bet you a kiss that I can win that ugly bear”

“Deal.” You kick your legs out to try to walk on your own but he doesn't let go so you let him carry you the entire way to the booth, laying your entire weight on him.

He stops in front of the milk bottle tossing booth, an old man with large glasses mans the it, he picks up fallen balls, placing them neatly inside a small bucket.

“How much, bossman?” Hobie asks, his arms still carrying you.

“Five pounds per bucket. Looks like you've won a much better prize though” he chuckles.

“Yeah, ‘m lookin' for a replacement though” he points at the bear with his chin. His comment doesn't fly over you though, you huff, kneading his stomach with your elbow. Hobie yelps, letting you go. “See that, bossman? Need that bear more than ever.”

You make a mocking face, Hobie suddenly has an intense urge to pinch your nose. But he doesn't, maybe he'll do it once you two get home.

He hands the old man the bills in exchange for the bucket.

“You've got four tries to bring the three pyramids down. You do that and you get the bear.” The old man explains.

“That easy?” Hobie says smugly.

The man chuckles, the same smug smile on his lips. “That easy. Good luck.”

Hobie turns to you as he's weighing the baseball in his hand. “Kiss for good luck?”

“I thought that was for after winning my prize?” despite you declining, you lean to press a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Good luck and don't overdo it or you might give the man a heart attack.” You whisper close to his ear.

“And here I was preparing my arm to rocket this ball out of here” he chases your face, capturing your forehead in a quick but tender kiss.

You poke his side, smiling as he takes aim. His arm extended like he's a professional, his muscles tensing through his shirt. You'd be lying if you said you weren't ogling him. Before Hobie throws the ball, he winks at you all suave, waking the butterflies in your stomach.

Clang!

The first pyramid bottle falls loudly. Hobie looks at you with a mischievous smirk, wordlessly saying. ‘I've got this’

He takes another ball, preparing to launch it. As you predicted, he turns his head towards you again but you're prepared this time, winking at him sweetly before he could do it.

He almost misses the bottles.

You tamp down your laugh when he looks back at you with a ‘how dare you’ face. You look at him innocently, fluttering your lashes.

After all that though, one after the other the bottles fall easily, the old man shifts uncomfortably, scratching his head. He surrenders, handing Hobie the bear.

“Told you I'll win it for you” the bear gets squished in the middle as Hobie tries his best to embrace you with the fluffy wall in between.

“I knew you had it,” you lean up so he could claim his prize. “You have super strength, cheater.” you say against his lips, he could only get a fraction of a second of your lips before you pulled away. He blinks, shaking his head.

“Thought we had a deal?”

“Claim it in the ferris wheel?”

“You cheeky fucker”

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After lining up for the ride and numerous bites of a shared funnel cake, you and Hobie hop on to the pod, the capsule shakes as he pushes in the bear to fit inside. The worker manning the ride sighs exasperatedly.

Hobie sits it across from you, scooching to make way for him, he sighs, all tired out from the labour.

The worker closes the door, the ferris wheel starts up, slowly moving your pod up.

“Your bear is on thin ice” He glares at the toy, the fluffy head tilting comedically. You laugh while Hobie casually snakes his arm around your shoulders, bringing you Impossibly closer to the already small space.

You don't mind it though, laying your head on his shoulder, reaching blindly for his hand, he half hugs you, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

“You good?” his voice muffled by your skin.

“Better than good. Happy” you inhale his cologne, relaxing your muscles. You swear you're melting on the spot. “You?”

“You already know the answer, lovie” he cranes his neck closer to you, ignoring the ache in his nape. Hobie then presses a handful of kisses on your temple, each one sweeter than the last. He holds off with his joke about pushing the bear off the ride.

The ferris wheel halts to a stop when your pod reaches the top, you cling tighter to Hobie. The view takes your breath away, the shining lights below look like stars, the skyline looms on your right, just seeing it makes you crave web swinging with Hobie. Maybe you'll ask him about it later.

The ride starts back up again with a sudden lunge, a mechanical whirring in the background. You yelp, Hobie grips your shoulder, circling his thumb over your skin comfortably.

“I've got you.” He reassures.

“I know you do” You squeeze him, moving his face downward by his chin, guiding him closer to your lips.

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koifishart · 11 months ago

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

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The clean air of Okinawa was soothing to him, but the balance in the universe was kept by his wife's stubborn grandfather, still counting on Hanabi to leave husband to take over the school. Fortunately, she clung to his side, giving Shigeru no hope of changing her mind. The night before, they had given him a taste of the failure of a great plan to break their marriage. It started out innocently enough, sweetly, delicately, that finally Hanabi would scream at the whole house how much she loves Hanayama and how much he has to keep going. He had noticed long ago that for her the concept of shame didn't actually exist, the more willingly started to implement his little project, knowing that she would most likely be pleased. Thought it would bother him, but he liked the earring in her tongue, cool and hard, lending a special sensation. Hoped the schemer hadn't fallen asleep, and if he could, woke up.

They were sitting in the living room, shutters wide and doors leading to the inner garden. They drank green tea, so amazing...he never had the chance to drink. It turned out that Shizuka, despite a complete lack of talent for cooking, was brilliant with the traditional brewing of matcha. Even Tokugawa praised the skills of the red-haired woman to the heavens, to which she merely bowed with a slight smile. The astonishing calm was interrupted by the noise from before the entrance. If you think about it, during the trip from Tokyo, Tokugawa mentioned that someone was missing... Kaoru sensed someone's presence, familiar, strange and strong. He, Hanabi and Baki went out to see who they were dealing with. In front of them stood a man over two meters long, with short-cropped blonde hair and pale blue eyes, built tighter than he remembered.

- Onii-san? - young Hanma was surprised. - What are you doing here? And... Are you kind of...taller?

- Or you shrunken. - he replied evasively. - Tokugawa gave me the address and ordered...ooou...

Jack clearly focused on the person behind them. Hanayama turned around. Tall, blonde, green-eyed, again dressed in tight jeans and a bright floral corset, she fastened a strap of high-heeled sandals around her ankle. She regarded the newcomer with a critical glance, without a trace of emotion. Elder Hanma looked as though his brain had flown through his ears. An effect so similar to all those guys drooling over his wife. Indeed, with all four of them, it seemed, most men's minds would run away to nothing, being replaced by wild lust. Immediately after the eldest of his father-in-law's daughters, Kureha appeared unhappy.

- ...he said to be present, but nothing about the lovely company. - he finished swishly, so unlike himself. - Hi. Are you a predatory kitten?

- If only I don't bite you something, little boy. - she replied impassively.

- I'd love to check it out. - he muttered as she stood next to him.

He barely registered movement. Ayame reacted immediately, delivering a high kick straight into the tall blonde's jaw. Apparently, the heels had their advantages. Maybe that's why Hanabi was so eager to wear them. Her oldest sister didn't really need her height - she was 175cm barefoot, if not a little bigger. Hanma hit the ground with great force, spitting blood. Baki was stunned and Shinogi seemed to be pleased with the development of events.

- Pff...sucker. - she said, straightening her blonde hair. - Bunch, come on, no time!

At dinner he tried again. It was a pity to see Jack Hammer go to waste. His sister-in-law was a relentless woman, and he didn't seem to see it. He pressed on to her, tried to get attention, and she was successfully ignoring him.

- Oh, don't tell me I'm not moving you... - he muttered, leaning over to her.

- ENOUGH OF THIS. - she growled firmly, reaching her hand toward his bruised jaw.

Think he was counting on a kiss, and in return Ayame...dove with chopsticks in Canadian mouth. She grabbed something and took it out. Tooth. Sizeable, with quite a bit of roots, but somewhat crooked, like a tree that has been forced to grow amidst obstacles.

- Beautiful eight, boy. I don't think I've ever seen a wisdom tooth like this. Completely degenerated, the enamel is almost gone, even though the dentin looks healthy. Do you bite metal nails with it or what? - she assessed, sitting down in her seat.

- How do you... - he groaned in shock. - But my jaw is made of steel!

- Oh, your teeth are indeed strong, I don't deny it. Most would hurt like hell in this condition! - she snapped. - They're not holding up well, that's their problem. You stuffed yourself with steroids, anabolics and other crap to gain muscle strength while your body was paying heavy taxes. Are you proud of yourself?

- How dare you, woman... - he hissed, propping his arms on the table.

- Are you such a tough guy? Let's check it. - she replied bravely. - Tonight, in the training room.

She wasn't kidding. She was waiting for him in a traditional-style red top and light-colored pants. She tied her blonde hair in a high ponytail to keep it out of her eyes. The three children sat on the side, perfectly still. She stood up as he appeared in front of her, wearing only shorts, snapping his knuckles. The style she used must have been very old, until Retsu, after a moment's thought, deciphered that it was northern Shaolin kung fu. In fact, shouldn't have known it, and for some reason she was at least a master of it. Dodged attacks with ease, quickly unleashing her own, very explosive.

- I told you Kitsune learn very quickly. - Shigeru said with a shrug. - The highest degree of initiation and skill in the art that suits their temperaments is only a matter of time. Ayame is like a flame, just upset her and she will explode and incinerate everything in her path.

As soon as Jack tried to pin her again, she jumped back for a kick. The force she put into it, put her opponent on his shoulders. Hanayama wasn't sure he heard the crackle of the floor under the mats. Baki, sitting next to him, couldn't believe his eyes...as probably all the people gathered.

- Mom is like Master Tigress from "Kung-Fu Panda". - commented dark-haired Rozu.

- You have such brilliant genetic potential and physical conditions, and through your idiotic rush you ruin everything... - Ayame huffed, resolutely refraining from spitting next to him.

>>><<<

She couldn't watch people like that go to waste. Maybe it was because she grew up in a family where you must be the best in your field, maybe she was just like that herself...but she couldn't let him go to waste. And he had been doing it successively, in her eye for several years. She lied about his teeth. They were indeed sandpaper-wiped-out, but she pulled out the one had damaged in front of the house with one smooth kick. She hoped it would wake him up. Sighed heavily, lowering her bare feet onto the cool grass in the inner garden. Ayame liked to sit outside on the terrace from time to time and not think about anything, although the latter, as a rule, never worked out.

- Can't you sleep, sucker? - she asked quietly, still looking ahead.

- How did you know about chemistry? - Jack said, sitting down next to her.

- I'm a good observer. - she muttered evasively. - If you don't take care of your health, you slap a wheelchair in your fifties, or even faster. I guess at such a young age you hardly think about it, but believe me, you don't want to.

- I'm not going to live long. - the man snorted. - The plan was that I would do whatever I can to be the strongest...

- So what, are you doing good? Probably not, because you get weaker with each dose. - she assessed, glaring at him. - My guess is Kureha's behind it. He is usually well-meaning, but he is bathed in hot water, especially on the subject of sports...

- He warned me once that I would kick the calendar faster than I think.

- So why...

- Teach me. - he demanded. - I want to be even stronger.

- I have neither the predisposition nor the time to teach anyone. However, if you stay in Okinawa and ask Yui nicely, she will definitely take you in. - she replied firmly, standing up and heading for her room. - Relax, my sister doesn't bite. However, I'm afraid that you will be forced to give up what you consider necessary...

>>><<<

He slowly began to drag on. He missed the hustle and bustle of the city he was used to. Fortunately, Kizaki called saying that they absolutely had to come back. He and his wife were leaving just as Shigeru and Tokugawa locked themselves in their room to discuss the possibility of another tournament. He didn't think his affinity with Master Soga would make him participate, quite the opposite.

For several days, he had heard information about a strange person wandering around the city. He was...specific, traditionally dressed, with two swords attached. The police became interested in him mainly due to the openly carried weapon. News on TV every now and then informed about his next actions, killed people, but still no one knew his identity. He hadn't heard of any incident on Hanayama territory at the time, nor was there any indication that he was a member of any of the mafia families. He came out of nowhere, many wanted him back there. He neither burned him nor chilled, until he stuck a finger into Clan Fujiki. But it started to get dangerous, so much so that the Chief Police General, Utsumi Shunzo himself, knocked on Hanayama's door. He never had a problem with Hanabi hanging around somewhere, but this time he couldn't let her listen to the conversation. He had an overview of the matter, guessed what the man was coming with, and knew just as well what his wife would say. She couldn't find out what he was planning, she had to be safe, and this time safety meant ignorance. She wasn't pleased, but looked as if had come to terms with his decision. He received the guest as he should, there was even a whiskey on the table. He could see that Chief was wondering if had hit the right place. In fact, not every twenty-year-old looks...like him. He thought that mere presence was enough for the interlocutor to weigh his words, but the Utsumi tried to speak to his conscience - he was to lend his skills to DEFEND THE COUNTRY. Ha! Good! Need the nerve to propose something like this to a representative of the underworld. He spoke beautifully about how his proposal would most likely be welcomed by a man of this caliber and status. Kaoru guessed that they were getting some training in flowery talk or successive persuasion at the higher levels. It didn't work this time, he wasn't going to suddenly start working for the police, not even for a moment. The distance between them was too great. He wasn't even convinced by the story of a half-cut friend. Until Kizaki came with the information that the TV man was indeed Musashi Miyamoto, one of his next victims was Retsu Kaioh, and he himself...was heading towards Shinjuku.

It would be rude not to welcome a visitor to your lands.

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* Onii-san - the term "big brother" or sometimes the person towards whom we feel fraternal

#hanayama kaoru #baki the grappler #fanfic #fanfiction #oc x canon #kaoru hanayama #hanayamaswife #hanayamahanabi #baki hanayama #jack hanma #strong female characters #strong female protagonist #strong legs #baki dou #baki headcanons #baki son of ogre #baki hanma #yakuza

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wolffyluna · 1 year ago

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Homeland by RA Salvatore Liveblog

Help, I have fallen back into the Drizzt pit and can't get up.

Under a cut for child abuse and attempted sexual assault.

I'm copy-pasting this from discord. Ellipses differentiate liveblogs that were done at different times.

I'm rereading the first Drizzt novel. It was one of the book series I loved loved loved when I was young. I am simultaneously going:

oh my God, this world building. Your legal system cannot run on vibes, sir. The implied gender ratio is hilarious (drow nobles want lots of kids, but every son after the second is killed, so a family having four daughters and two sons is pretty normal. Oh, and it's implied that polyandry is a Status Symbol)

oof ow argh, man hands misery onto man! It deepens like a coastal shelf! 😭

I'm still at the beginning, but drizzt is being raised by his older sister, and she is heavily encouraged to physically abuse him. There's a point where she thinks "wow, what could this kid achieve if we weren't breaking his spirit. ... wait, that's a blasphemous thought, I should punish him for making me think that." And Drizzt is taught to believe that surface elves are the source of all of his problems, to the point that whenever he's whipped he "cries out for the death of a [surface elf]" These people all could have been fine if they lived in a reasonable society! 😭

The book is divided into parts, and at the beginning of each part there's a section of Drizzt monologing as if he's giving an interview

And in the one where he's talking about his childhood, he both talks about PTSD-flashbacks-in-so- many-words and also "presumably things happened before I was sixteen? I remember basically none of that though" which. Baby. Let me scoop you up into a hug even though you are a century(?) old dark elf who is presumably taller than me.

...

The only way the drow gender ratio doesn't fall flat is a) the implication that commoners don't do that, so maybe their gender ratios are less of a disaster and b) it looks like only the female heads of the family can take consorts/have children, so polyandry is a little more possible

Though this does, like, raise the question of "so, you are the daughter of a matron mother, and you fall pregnant. what do you do?"

...

It's legal for a drow house to attack another in secret. It is illegal to do it openly. The justification is that Lolth likes it that way (This is a logic that underpins a lot of the drow legal system) And it could be made sensible with just one small change: Every drow house wants to be able to attack another, but wants no other house to be able to attack them. So they created norms where you can't just attack people, if you did that the whole city would fall on you ...but if you can do it with plausible deniability...

...

I have now re-witnessed the beautiful, beautiful scene where a wizard panics* and casts fireball at his own feet

*he would say he was very tactical, I do not believe him

[Seriously, I have remembered this scene fondly for years. It's Such A Scene.]

...

Oh my God Masoj just encouraged someone to take the identity of someone he [the other guy] just killed. Masoj completely failed to mention that the dead guy was his brother.

...

DRIZZT QQ

His dad just tried and failed to kill him to try and maintain his innocence.

I have so many feelings about Zaknafein.

Just. The combination of "Zaknafein was a major role model to Drizzt and is a significant part of why Drizzt is good" and "Zaknafein is Not A Very Good Person." Man.

...

Lov Drizzt

He just nearly got murdered, but he doesn't care, because KITTY!

Drizzt is this xkcd comic

...

I remembered the sex pollen scene, but man did I not remember/parse how much it was a dub-to-non con sex pollen scene

...

Something that is also getting to me on this re-read: the amount that the men of the Do'Urden family 🐛 assist with their family members whipping them, or literally taking them as a sacrifice. Because resistance would only make it worse, and this way at least you have some control

There's a really telling passage where Briza is torturing Dinin for no real reason, and he's just like. okay. i'm not going to get in the way of this process. And he actively positions himself to make it easier.

...

Help, I'm combining my love of "what if popular but misapplied blorbo song, but correctly applied?" with the Legends of Drizzt series: Eat Your Young is a valid Malice/Zaknafein song

There is no capitalism, but there is a lot of zero sum resource fights, and a lot of the conflict between these chatacters is their children being used in those zero sum resource fights.

Zaknafein has a lot of conflict about whether it's better for his son to be eaten by drow society, or dead And there's a thing where both Zaknafein and Drizzt are/are meant to be sacrifices to Lolth, at Malice's hands

Skinning the children for a war drum Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns It's quicker and easier to eat your young

And there's also the whole thing of-- Zaknafein and Malice's life is luxurious, but that's at a cost. There are no skeletons in the closet because they are displaying the skeletons openly as part of the decor

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The Drizzt He destroyed his cage Yes YES The Drizzt is out

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The thing about Homeland in particular is how it is simultaneously man hands on misery onto man, it deepens like a coastal shelf and how it is so much about it's opposite (it ascends like a volcano?) Drizzt could not be who is he is, could not be good, without Zaknafein.

But he's. Better than Zaknafein. Because of Zaknafein.

And there's the tragedy of the fact that if their roles were reversed, it would be Drizzt bring Zaknafein up into the light.

But. Well. Drizzt would still have to die down in the dark

...

...hmm.. I'm encountering a tempting bad idea: 50 books in a year is a doable challenge. There are 40 Drizzt books. Ergo, one could hypothetically read all the Drizzt books in one year.

#wolffy reads drizzt

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awesomelyanxiouspanda · 2 years ago

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A Fiercely Bleeding Heart (Lucifer/OFC): Chapter 8

Story summary: Emery (Our lovely OFC) owns a thriving coffee shop smack dab in the middle of Monroe City, Mo. She’s well known for her unique coffee drinks and her “coffee charity”. What happens when a woman with too much heart- and not nearly enough common sense- comes across the fallen archangel in his mostly human state? Will Lucifer behave, or will he bite the hand that (quite literally) feeds him?

Warnings/Tags: None!

Loosely based around S.13 E. 13! Plus size OC, OC is gullible and a big softie, Lucifer in his nearly human form, Soft Lucifer, Dean and Sam cosplaying FBI agents again, Canon typical violence, Non-Canon compliant story line, Soulmate AU-ish?, canon typical cursing, NOT a slow burn, not beta’d we die like our king Crowley, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected smut, commitments are made, soulmate bonds are formed, praise kink, Luci can dirty talk with the best of them (we all know his sass would be sinful in bed), little bit of drama, some self-esteem issues, possessive Lucifer, breeding kink, dom/sub themes, pet names (such as princess, good girl, and little one), Castiel awkwardly and adorably cosplaying an FBI agent, Castiel is also scary af, reader gets a backbone and attempts the implausible.

A/N: This one is more of a filler, but I felt it was necessary before we get back into the action! Just a little side note but... WHY IS WRITING SO HARD? Lol I know I shouldn't complain but damn. I'd really like a consistent drive and ability rather than this start-and-stop crap.

When I woke, it was to the hushed whispers of voices arguing. I could tell they weren’t in the room with me, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. All I could tell was they sounded pissed.

I laid there for a few more minutes, trying in vain to discern anything from them, but finally gave up with a huff. When I sat up, I was frustrated to find myself in a strange kind of bedroom; No chance of figuring out where I was thanks to the last of windows. It didn’t take long to get bored of waiting for the fighting to end, seemingly unending if nothing would interrupt it, so I took it upon myself to do just that. Slipping from the bed, I made my way over to the door and opened it without preamble, stopping short as I saw Dean, Sam, Castiel, and another man I’d not yet met. All four went silent as I stared awkwardly back at them. The fourth one had that same vibe I got from Lucifer and, almost instantly, I knew he had to be an angel of some kind. He seemed more laid back than Castiel, a little smile across his lips as he stared back my way. Though still taller than me, he was obviously the shortest of them all. His shaggy brown locks were swept back, exposing his slim face, sharp features, and inquisitive eyes that mixed somewhere between a hazel green and brown. Though it was stupid, I truly felt the least threatened by him of them all.

The tense silence went on for far too long but I was unwilling to be the one to break it.

“So, you wanna do this or should I?” Dean asked suddenly, turning toward Sam.

The younger brother let out a breath but, before he could speak, the newest member stepped forward.

“Let me. You three go have a group hug session or whatever it is you do,” he sighed.

An awkward smile teased the edges of my lips at his sass but I quickly stowed it away when Dean shot me a look.

“And Gabriel? Feel free to do whatever is necessary to get her to listen,” he shot back as he turned away.

Well, I’d obviously lost some favor with the eldest Winchester. Sam offered me a little forced smile before following his brother and Castiel down the seemingly endless hallway, leaving just me and Gabriel in the now-awkward silence.

“Let’s get this out of the way. Nothing you can say will get me to give up anything on Nick, nor will you be able to turn me against him or-”

“Save it, sweet cheeks,” he cut me off quickly, gesturing me back into the room, “I’m not as naive as those two or my little brother.”

I was hesitant to follow his silent instruction but stepped back to let him in, nonetheless. Although I was definitely avoiding the bed at all costs. Nice vibes or not, a strange man was still a strange man.

“Younger brother?” I asked after a moment, almost already certain he was talking about Castiel.

“Castiel.”

So my theory was right. He was an angel. He was related to Lucifer, then. I tried to hide my surprise as I sat on the lone chair against the wall, watching as he sat on the bed with a groan.

“You don’t look much alike,” I quipped.

He shot me a charming grin and a wink before retorting, “I’m better looking, I know.”

An unbidden blush crossed my cheeks at his flirtatious nature. This was certainly a change from the other three and I wasn’t sure how to handle it just yet.

“Though you might be surprised to find I don’t look like any of my brothers. Although I have been told Luci and I share a shocking resemblance.”

At that, I had to let out a laugh.

“You’re joking, right? You and Lucifer look nothing alike. I mean, maybe hair color, but if I didn’t know better…”

My words trailed off at the gleeful expression of victory that crossed his face and immediately I cursed myself. I’d just admitted to knowing Lucifer. Fuck! How stupid was I?

“So you did know,” he said with a little laugh, “I had a feeling. Luci is too full of himself not to peacock his archangel status about.”

I didn’t dare open my mouth at that, too afraid I’d just stick my foot back in.

“What I want to know, is why you hid it. You have to know what he’s done. Why would you lie to Sam and Dean to protect Lucifer of all people?” he asked.

Rather than reply, I simply stared him dead on, unsure of how to respond. It became clear that he wasn’t bothered by my silence when he let it trail on for what seemed like hours and I was quickly losing my bravado. Unfortunately, I was the first to break.

“Fine, you want to know?! Lucifer saved my life. He’s done nothing but be good to me since I met him! He rescued me from that freak Asmodeus. He hasn’t lied to me or hurt me once. He makes me feel safe and happy and loved and... So what if he did bad things before? He’s not like that anymore!”

He frowned at that and I felt my gut twist.

“He’s got you so blinded, sugar. Sure, he’s not out massacring millions of humans at the moment, but he’s not good by any stretch of the imagination. Right now, those boys’ mom is stuck in another dimension where he left her to the mercy of rogue angels who are torturing her. He’s a self-serving, manipulative, assho-”

“Enough! I already told you, it’s not going to work,” I snapped brokenly.

Sympathy wormed its way through his eyes as he let out a sigh and leaned his elbows onto his knees, resting his chin in his hands.

Crossing my arms across my chest to shield myself somewhat from his demanding stare, I asked softly, “What?”

“You love him,” he sighed after a second, a little chuckle of disbelief following quickly as his features softened, “Big bro managed to actually snag himself a woman. I can’t believe it. How? I know you said something about… Asmodeus.”

The way he flinched under that name spoke volumes and, for just a moment, I could see the powerful archangel as something much more human.

“Uh, yeah. Apparently, a demon saw Lucifer at my shop one night and Asmodeus decided torturing me was the way to go about getting information on him. Unfortunately for us both, I didn’t know anything about him being an archangel. He was just… Nick, to me; Homeless, hot, very human, Nick,” I explained thickly, eyes clouding just at the memory, “Lucifer was the one to save me. While I was healing, he kept me in hell with him. He explained that apparently Nick and I were possible soulmates and that he felt drawn to me from being in Nick’s body and being mostly human around me. And before you try to say he’s manipulating me, I know a lot of what he’s done. I know he’s not a good person by any stretch of the imagination, but I also know for certain that he’s much better than before! For fucks sake, he’s helped me twice now by volunteering at the soup kitchen in town, and he’s the reason my charity has expanded in leaps and bounds! Even if that was somehow all a ruse, I’d still stick by his side because… because I owe him that, at the very least, and because I can’t just stop loving him…”

Before I could stop it, a sob hiccuped through my chest and I hastily buried my face in my hands to hide the tears spilling out. How embarrassing was it to cry in front of a total stranger?!

“Hey, hey, come on now, sugar. Don’t cry.”

Suddenly Gabriel’s voice was much closer and I reeled back in the chair out of shock, just to find him on the floor before me, holding out what looked to be a lollipop in my direction. To say I was confused was an understatement.

“Uh, thanks, but I don’t like candy,” I mumbled as I tried to wipe away the tears.

“You don’t like candy at all?” he asked in obvious disbelief.

“Just chocolate. I don’t like any ‘candy’ candy,” I explained.

“Hmm, I gotta say, not liking candy? That’s major points off the sister-in-law chart.”

A snort of a laugh escaped at the little dance his eyebrows did as he suddenly produced what looked to be a small chocolate truffle out of nowhere. I was hesitant to take it at first but then I realized how ridiculous that was. They already had me captive. There was no reason to poison me now. The grumble of my empty stomach was all it took to finally push me into grabbing the chocolate and popping it into my mouth. As I savored the rich flavor, his words echoed in my head once more and I found my heart racing in both delight and surprise.

“Sister-in-law huh?” I asked cautiously.

Gabriel flashed a winning smile as he sat back and drew his knees up.

“Well, Luci obviously cares about you, and you’ve made it clear you’re not leaving anytime soon,” he answered easily, “If he’s truly as reformed as you say, there may be a better path forward than we’ve all been expecting.”

Swallowing hard, I nod once then muttered, “What about the Winchesters?”

With a little handwave, he got to his feet and said, “Let me handle them.”

…

I knew it was childish but I couldn’t resist kicking over the pile of books that had been brought to me over the last couple of days. Creating some form of destruction was the only sort of release I had. I wasn’t strong enough to damage the solid wood furniture in the room, nor was I desperate enough to ruin the TV- the only minor link I had to the outside world.

I wasn’t sure how long I could hold off that desperation though. Day by day, I grew more frustrated by the situation and the men who had put me in it. One month. It had been one entire, miserable, infuriating month of being “protected”. Sam and Dean tried to paint it as if I wasn’t a prisoner but we all knew that was a lie. There was no denying it. Trapped in this windowless bunker from hell with the two flannel-wearing giants and two powerful angels, never allowed to roam the halls without one of them by my side, not even allowed the privacy of a completely alone bathroom trip; It was maddening. I was only allowed to see those four; Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Gabriel.

I wasn’t even allowed the luxury of calling my employees or my family so, for all I knew, they thought I was dead. Apparently, that was the picture they were painting for Lucifer as well if what Gabriel had hinted at was true. It was… more than worrying. When I got out of here- IF I got out of here- how was I going to be able to return to my life? Silly nightmares of my cafe being left in shambles or even worse, being taken and sold from underneath me, plagued me almost nightly, and yet those were the good ones. The most painful ones were the ones where I heard Lucifer calling out for me, crying for some kind of response, begging me not to have left him, and I could do nothing to reach out to him thanks to the fucking “angel warding” Castiel had apparently branded onto my ribs in my sleep the first night they took me.

The only one who even attempted to understand my plight was Gabriel, which I considered ironic seeing as he was the one closest to Lucifer, although he also seemed to be the only one who was still holding some hope that his brother was actually different than before. Through this chaotic mess, he was the only one I was forming a budding friendship with. That alone wasn’t enough to keep my sanity intact though it seemed.

A knock on the door caught my attention and I hastily jumped to my feet as it swung open, revealing the entire quartet. Immediately it was clear something was different. There was a light in Sam’s eyes that hadn’t been there before, and Dean looked nearly ready to bolt.

“What’s going on?” I asked, the worry clear in my voice.

“We- uh, we’re going to be gone for a bit,” Sam replied, eyes darting to the others before he stepped forward and extended a bag in my direction, “I’m not sure how long we’ll be gone, but we have safeguards in place should anything keep us longer than a few days.”

The bag felt almost more than I could hold as my gaze dropped down to it and its contents. Food, clothes, toiletries… Just where the hell were they going?!

I voiced my question aloud but was met with tense awkwardness and shifting glances.

“Anyway, that should be good enough for now. We’re going to keep the door locked so don’t even think of trying to escape. There will be someone here keeping an eye on you and the place so don’t try any funny shit, got it?”

I met Dean’s serious glance with a nod of understanding. Of course, it was a lie. I’d be doing everything in my power to get out the moment I felt safe doing so. As they turned to leave, I caught Gabriel’s glance and read the uncertainty clear in his eyes.

“Take care, sugar, we’ll see you soon,” he assured me.

The sound of the door shutting sent conflicting emotions through my chest and I dropped back into my spot on the bed, staring unseeing at the spot they’d just occupied.

Freedom hadn’t felt so close in weeks. I hastily sorted through the items, throwing the clothes and sanitary things aside until I came across a toothbrush. As weak as I was, I knew I could easily break the plastic and use the sharpened edge to chip away around the door strike plate and face plate. It’d take a lot of time and work but it was my only option.

A wave of guilt passed through my thoughts at the idea of possibly hurting Gabriel with my choice, but the hope of seeing Lucifer again was more than enough to push that aside.

“Better start now,” I sighed to myself.

With the snap of plastic heavy in the air, I made my way to the door and planned my strategy.

…

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!”

Fury rushed like fire through my belly as I slammed my fist against the door, effectively hurting my hand but achieving nothing else. The thrice-broken toothbrush sat uselessly at my crisscrossed legs and I couldn’t resist throwing a middle finger at it before swiping it up once more.

“I’m so fucking close! If this would- just- fucking- work!”

Every word was punctuated with a heavy slam of the plastic on the now-whittled-down door frame. I could see the hallway between the door and frame, and it was more motivation than I’d had in a while, but the work seemed never-ending. It didn’t help that my stomach was aching and rounds of nausea kept plaguing my guts. Neither one was a new occurrence over the past few weeks, but it was more detrimental than ever because it meant I had to keep taking breaks in order not to puke all over myself.

Shoving my frizzy curls back with a heavy curse, I slammed my hands to the ground and got to my feet as a new idea filled my mind.

“When all else fails…” I muttered.

My eyes squeezed shut tight and I took a deep breath in preparation before throwing myself hard at the door. Pain blossomed through my arm something fierce but it was quickly overtaken by adrenaline and shock as I felt the door splinter and give way under my weight. Taking a step back, I repeated the motion only to go crashing through with a booming crack and end up sprawled across the floor.

Before I even took inventory of my wounds, my eyes darted in terror around the hallway and I caught my breath to listen for the sounds of any watchdogs approaching. After what felt like years, I let my body slide limp against the floor and stared up at the dim lights on the ceiling.

I was out. It was only the first hurdle, as I still had to circumvent any possible guards and get through the main door, but it was a massive achievement.

As I lay there, catching my breath and thinking over my options, I was surprised to find the pain in my body slowly ebbing away. What was once a sharp agonizing pain there was barely a dull ache. I sure wasn’t about to question why, despite my mild concerns. It was something I could figure out once I was safe with Lucifer.

“Okay, onto part two,” I sighed under my breath.

#supernatural lucifer #Supernatural fanfic #lucifer/ofc #A Fiercely Bleeding Heart

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protagaster · 7 days ago

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* CRACKS KNUCKLES *

Let's do this.

"I will never understand her."

Her main man's sudden proclamation came as a surprise to Aphrodite. Having sprawled herself across the soft and beautiful kline without a worry or care, the Goddess of Love immediately sat up and folded her legs underneath her, giving her kindest and most considerable lover her undivided attention.

"Who, love?"

Ares inhaled a large but uneasy breath, letting it out with a sigh as he muttered a name.

"Penelope."

Aphrodite tilted her head to the side, "Your mortal?"

Ares only gave her a single nod in response before he eyes returned downcast, staring down at the red hourglass with black sand held carefully in his giant, calloused hands.

‘Oh?’

Though it was widely known to the mortals they ruled over that felines were mainly associated with Phoibus Apollo, one would be forgiven for associating the finicky creatures with Aphrodite Pandemos, seeing as she very much shared their curious nature.

Stepping down from her kline and making her way over to the God of War with graceful, ginger steps, Aphrodite wrapped her arms around Ares from behind. She carefully craned her neck so that she could get a better view of the object while also allowing her head to stay rested on her lover’s bare shoulder.

Sure enough, from this angle Aphrodite was able to clearly see what it was that troubled her Ares so. Inside the hourglass, two mortal youths, one boy and one girl, ran back and forth across the dark sand, simulating how they were moving about down on the earth they truly stood upon. They giggled and played with the glee one would expect of young mortals, not realizing they were being watched from the heavens above.

Aphrodite immediately recognized the girl.

“She’s grown since I last saw her.”

And it was true. Penelope was only of 13 years the last time Aphrodite first saw her thanks in large part to the insistence of Ares (though she would have eventually come to be aware of the girl’s existence on her own, seeing as she was related to the supposed “most beautiful girl in all of Greece”). Oh, how adorable she was then, following Ares like an eager young duckling would her imprinted sire, mimicking his movements by taking large steps and swinging her arms. And Aphrodite only grew more fond of young Penelope after the mortal’s eyes sparkled with amazement upon meeting the Goddess’ gaze.

“The compliments and stories of man do not meet even a fraction of the acclaim you deserve, fair Lady of Love!”

“How long has it been,” Aphrodite inquired. “Since you took the girl under your wing?”

“4 years.” Ares answered, eyes refusing to leave the hourglass’ image.

“Ah.” Aphrodite responded, not exactly sure what else to say.

It would always fascinate Aphrodite, how mortals can change so much in such a small passage of time. She, herself, emerged from the sea’s bubbling froth fully developed in body and mind, even if she never had a “physical” body and image that was fully her own. Mortals however…

Take Penelope for example! In four short years not only has she grown exponentially in height, managing to somehow even be taller than most boys her age, but Penelope’s body also changed from a little girl to that of a young lady’s. It was no wonder boys were beginning to develop an interest in her.

Speaking of boys-

“Who is the beautiful young lad with her?”

“Odysseus.” Ares practically hissed out.

Aphrodite jumped in surprise. Though her hold had loosened, she still made sure to keep a nice hold around her man’s torso.

“Athena’s pet!?”

Aphrodite took Ares’ “tsk” as a “yes”.

“Oh, that is hilarious!” Aphrodite’s musical laughter echoed through her personal realm. “Olympus’ resident war Gods, rivals from the moment they first laid eyes on one another, taking mortal students who have fallen in love! Oh, the irony!”

Ares glared at the laughing Goddess, trying not to blush at how beautiful she looked without having to worry about her appearance.

“It is not funny!” Ares grumbled, looking back down at the image of his talented young pupil, just as relaxed and giggling without a care as his enchanting Aphrodite. “What does she even see in him? Look at him! Small. Scrawny. My little duck says his intelligence is natural but I have suspicions Athena is making him appear smarter than he really is!”

“Oh, Ares.” Aphrodite finally ceased laughter, moving herself to stand in front of Ares and embrace him properly. “I promise you have nothing to worry about. That boy’s love for her is pure and true, this I know.”

Ares grumbled. Still, even if he was still a little miffed about Aphrodite’s earlier reaction to his VERY LEGITIMATE concern, he did little to resist the urge to embrace her back. Ares nuzzled the top of her hair, breathing in that lovely scent of roses and seafoam. Aphrodite closed her eyes, revealing in the touch of such a strong and gentle man.

Even if they could not display their love for each other outs in the open for the world to see, they at least had their personal realms to be together in private.

“Maybe I should go down there and speed up the process. Mortals only live for so long, after all~”

“Not funny, Aphrodite.”

EVERYONE, I HAD AN IDEA!!!

Basically, you spin the wheel and have to write a ship fic with the ship you get!

It can be smutty, Gorey, Fluffy, Angsty, whatever you want!!!

Make sure to @ me when you're done, I'd love to see it

ALSO, it doesn't have to be normal EPIC. it can be an AU, or even the OG Odyssey!

#epic the musical #swap au #warrior!penelope #but honestly this could work in canon too #ares #aphrodite #penelope of sparta #odysseus #odypen #odysseys x penelope #you guys have no idea how much i love aphrodite and ares’ relationship!#i am an ares defender for life and i stay that way even in the afterlife!#i am of the firm belief that ares is ody’s biggest hater #aphrodite is such a troll sometimes and we love her for it #you know she’s gonna gossip with athena after this #fic writing challenge #short fic #i love this challenge so much you guys have no idea #thank you zippy for the opportunity to let out some creative juices!

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emailblog · 3 years ago

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Hey any chance I can put a request in? I loved your Rooster fic!

Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x reader set in the original top gun movie from 1986, they have been married for about 2 years having met through Goose and Carole. The reader discovers that she is pregnant after like a year of trying and then gets help from Goose and Carole to break the news to Maverick.

Feel free to make changes to the request if you want to, I would just love to read it! Thank you!!

Author's Note: I think this idea is so cute! I appreciate all the love I've been receiving today, and I want you all to know that I do work and have school. However, this is super fun to me, so I will try to use my days off as time to write for you <3

Word Count: 1.13k

If someone had told you four years ago that you’d be pacing in your kitchen trying to find ways to tell your navy pilot husband you were pregnant after many failed attempts, then you would have laughed in their face. However, you don’t feel like laughing. If anything, you feel like throwing up all over the counters. Carole sat at your dining table flipping through a magazine nonchalantly as if you had not been told the biggest news of your life over a phone call from the doctor.

“I feel like you should not be as calm as you are, Carole.” You shakily call out to her, a cup of water in your trembling hand. She doesn’t stop flipping through a Better Homes and Garden magazine, and she doesn’t even look at you.

“Honey, you’re going to worry yourself sick over this! Pete is going to be over the moon about the new addition.” She smiles as she finally looks up at you. You turn to face the sink and brace yourself against it. Closing your eyes, you try to take deep breaths to slow down the sickness from being pregnant and stressing, but it keeps fighting its way back. Carole places a hand on your shoulder for comfort.

“I’m not worried about telling him Carole. I’m worried about us. He’s off constantly, and he loves that job more than anything in the world. I can’t take that from him. Especially with this.” You admit, and it does feel good to get off your chest. She rubs your back and moves some of the hair that has fallen forward behind your ear and back.

“That man is crazy about you. Any worry you have, he’ll fix it at the drop of a hat, so stop all this worrying. Me and Goose will help you tell him if that will make you feel better.” She starts the sink and gathers cold water to apply to your face. The coolness helps you calm down a lot more, so you let out a deep sigh while leaning your head on her shoulder.

“Tell me it will be just be fine.” You plead, and it reminds you of all those years ago when she first introduced you to Pete.

“That’s him over there. Pete! We’re over here!” Carole calls out to a dark-haired man who is blending in with the sea of Navy pilots. He looks dumbstruck and confused as he looks around the room trying to find where he heard Carole’s voice. Once he sees her blonde hair, he begins to walk over with another man who is taller than him.

“Honey, this is my new friend! I met her while me and Bradley were having a little mother-son outing. Sweetheart, this is my husband, Nick.” She says while pulling down the blonde man sporting a mustache and square aviators.

“It’s nice to meet you. This is my friend, Pete, but I just call him Mav.” Goose mentions, but you can tell his attention is all on his wife and child. You don’t blame him. Pete hesitates before taking a seat beside you in the booth seeing as Goose took the seat beside Carole. He gives you a quiet hello before asking if you wanted anything to drink. As you watch him walk back up to the bar, you lean over to Carole and tug on her sleeve to detach her from Goose.

“Tell me it will be just fine.”

“You’ll be just fine, Sweetheart.” She smiles.

When you hear the faint voices of Goose and Pete walking towards the small house you had near base, the nervous stomach comes back, and just as you were about to run away, Carole put a strong arm on your shoulder to keep you in your place. You know that if you try to stop this show now, Carole wouldn’t hesitate to use force. She’s a wonderful woman, but she knows how and when to get stuff done. The box in your hands feels heavy the second you hear the front door open.

“Carole? Are you still here?” Goose calls out, but he knows what’s about to happen. He knows you and Carole left for a while to plan for this hopefully magical moment. Lucky for you two, Goose and Maverick were at the bar when Carole called. Her intuition was right about them hanging out there.

“I’m in the kitchen!” She is way too cheery for this, you note. You know you should be bouncing off the walls excited, but the doubt and worry find their way back into your heart. When Goose sees you and Carole standing side by side, he knows that she is the only thing keeping you grounded right now, and it makes him chuckle. The whole scene makes Pete furrow his eyebrows as he watches his friend lean against the wall for support due to his laughing fit, so before he can ask any questions, you give him the small box.

“I got you something while you were out today.” Your voice doesn’t betray you since it doesn’t waver or stutter. Still confused, Pete grabs the brown box with a little white ribbon around it cautiously, and you couldn’t blame him due to the pranks you and Goose would pull on him sometimes. When he reaches inside to grab the present his eyes widen.

“A small officer hat?” He asks as he plays with the black rim on the white hat. He dusts off the top from the stuffing inside the box and looks towards Carole and Goose for hints. Carole can’t contain herself any longer.

“A baby officer hat.” As the words leave her mouth, you slide over the tests you had taken earlier that week. All saying pregnant.

“We did it.” Your voice is small, but he hears it. His eyes light up brighter than the sunrise, and his smile widens just like the horizon.

“We did it!” He picks you up and swings you back and forth before putting you down carefully.

“I don’t think I should shake you, should I?” His hands rests on your shoulders. Carole walks over to Goose who wraps an arm around her, planting a kiss on her forehead as they watch the loving scene play out.

“No, you shouldn’t.” You laugh, and it’s the best damn thing he’s heard all day. He missed that laugh more than anything.

“He’s going to be my wingman, Honey. I’m telling you now!” Pete begins to ramble about how he’ll teach his kid all about his job, planes and jets, how to fly them, and just about anything else under the sun. As you sit there with a smile and take in Pete’s happiness for now, you vaguely hear Goose speak.

“Does this mean I’m out of a job?”

#pete maverick mitchell x reader #pete mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #top gun maverick #top gun #maverick

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 3 years ago

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in my dreams

Summary: The princess falls for the mercenary and even once four winters pass and he hasn't come back she still waits for him. Until he finally finds his way back.

Pairing: Pero Tovar x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 2.1k

Rating: E

Warnings: fluff, smut (unprotected sex), bathtub sex

A/N: this was supposed to be a fifty steamy Drabble that turned into feeliiiings. Again, this is sponsored by covid. Too lazy to moodboard today.

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“There are riders coming through. Carla said it was mercenaries. Some might stay over the winter…” you slowly turned your head into the direction of the hushed whispers of your two maids who giggled together before they saw you looking and hushed.

You only winked at them, making them release a relieved breath before the came to help you.

“Princess, do you know anything about the riders?” one of your maids asked. She was lacing your dress behind you, a beautiful blue gown that had been sewn for you as a gift for your upcoming coronation.

Your father had not survived the last winter, your mother had died in childbirth, leaving only you in charge of the little kingdom you called home with no other family alive. The council had insisted on finding a suitable husband before the coronation and you had given them the choice of taking you as you were, alone, or telling the people who loved you of the little kingdom that they would have to find another queen.

Your father had raised you as a strong and independent woman, and just because he was gone you wouldn’t become a pushover.

The council eventually accepted your terms, leaving you the soon to be queen.

And the only person you wanted to tell all about it was Pero.

Pero Tovar had come into your life four winters ago, together with his companion William Gard who had become a good friend.

But Pero…

Even your father had seen it. The way you looked at him when he wasn’t looking. To some, well probably most, he must have looked like he would bite your head off if you only looked the wrong way at him.

But you knew better.

You had fallen for the mercenary, head over heels all these winters ago and you longed for him every night since he left, leaving your bed cold and your heart heavy.

“I will let you know all about the riders, once I find out,” you smiled at your maids, earning an excited nod.

For four winters you had waited once autumn turned to winter for him to come back, trying to mend your heart when you didn’t see him riding through the town gates.

You did not dare to hope maybe this time it would be him.

It was already getting dark when you walked through the market in front of the castle with one of your advisers. You greeted the people who were packing together to leave back home for the night, giving everyone a smile and an open ear if they wanted to talk.

You truly loved your people and wanted what’s best for them and the only way to do this was to listen to them. You were in the middle of talking to the local blacksmith about his son when someone behind him caught your eye. You didn’t know what made you lose your focus, the man standing with his back towards you. He was tall, taller than you, and had dark brown hair. His clothes and armour were dirty. He turned, only a little so you could see his profile and you were sure you stopped breathing for a moment.

The blacksmith’s son ran into him with a laugh and you looked away from what caught your gaze to look at the blacksmith’s son on his arm. You knew he just turned six.

“Princess…” the boy asked and you smiled.

“Yes, darling?”

“When I’m all grown up can I marry you?”

You smiled, a chuckle escaping your lips as you reached up to rub over the boy’s cheek.

“Ask me again, when you’re as tall as your father,” you winked and the boy gave you a wide smile, his front teeth missing. You bid them goodnight, turning towards the castle when you found Pero looking at you from across the square.

You stopped walking, looking at him and you swore you could see the hint of a smile on his lips.

“Your majesty?” you blinked your eyes, completely forgotten about your advisor who was frowning, looking in the direction Pero had just been when you found he had disappeared.

You could only hope he still knew how to sneak into the castle.

“Forgive me. I think I’m quite tired after this full day,” you said with a tired smile.

It was an hour later, your maids had helped undress you and you had made them draw a bath. You were wearing your white silk robe, lighting some more candles on your way to your bath chamber. You had moved to your fathers chambers after his death, which at first was weird but now you learned to enjoy the benefits. Like the big tub that was built into the floor that was currently filled to the brink with hot water, the scent of roses in the air.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, inhaling the scent before you opened your eyes again, gasping when you found Pero standing on the other side of the tub, still in his dirty robes and armour.

He looked different than the last time you had seen him. A scar over his eye. His hair was on longer and his beard could use a trim, but it was still him.

“Tell me it’s really you or am I dreaming again?” you whispered.

“You dreamed about me, amor?” he asked and you smiled.

“Every night,” you confessed and he sighed. You rounded the tub, walking towards him, stopping just in front of him, looking up, finding those warm brown eyes looking at you as if you were the only person in the world.

“I dreamed about you too,” he whispered. You put a hand on his chest and his hand came down above yours, squeezing it.

“What did you dream about?” you asked and he groaned, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath.

“Many, many things I shouldn’t be doing with a princess…” he hummed and you bit your lip, getting even closer.

“What if you show me?” you whispered.

“I’m filthy, mi amor,” he said and you grinned.

“Then let me wash you.”

You were sitting in his lap, his skin against yours. One of his hands was on your upper thigh, his other hand on your back. He was leaning against the tub wall, the filth of his journey washed off, revealing every glory inch of bronzed skin to your eyes.

“Be very still now,” you mumbled with a smile and he huffed a laugh, bringing you even closer so you could feel his hard cock brushing through against folds. Biting your lip, you leaned in and began to kiss up his neck.

“Patience, sir,” you hummed as you reached for the knife to shave his beard off. His hand came up to stop you just before you could start and you looked into his eyes.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here when your father passed, mi amor… He was a great man and king,” he said and you took a deep breath.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

You leaned in, kissing his lips softly, not caring about the soap you had put on his beard. Parting from his lips with a smile you wiggled your eyebrows, grabbing the knife.

“I’m about to find out if you forgave me for leaving you so long, no?” Pero teased and you chuckled. You put your fingers on his chin, tilting his face up as you slowly began to shave his beard off.

His eyes were on you the entire time, his fingers rubbing soft circles on your skin under the water, making it hard to focus.

“When I’m finished…” you hummed, bringing the knife over his skin.

“I want to feel you,” you continued, feeling Pero’s eyes on you as you focused on shaving him.

“I haven’t been with anyone else since you left, my love. And no matter what I tried, nothing felt as good as you…” you felt his finger dig into your hips.

“I dreamed of you coming back and finding me deep in the night and just having your way with me. Waking me up with your hands and your…” you rolled your hips against his as you cleaned the knife and he hissed.

“Hurry, mi amor…” he growled as you looked up at him. You smiled, bringing the knife against his cheek to continue, when you felt one of his hands wander to your inner thigh and up.

“Go on, mi amor,” he challenged you as you felt his finger dip between your legs and you sucked your bottom lip in as you moved the knife over his cheek.

Slowly his fingers explored you, moving through your slick folds and he hummed.

“Nobody touched you since I left, no?” he hummed when you were finally finished, setting the knife down outside of the tub. You shook your head.

He nodded, and you felt his fingers move until one entered you slowly.

“Dreamed of this…” he groaned, keeping his eyes on you. You put your hands on his wide shoulders, looking into his eyes as he added another finger, slowly moving them inside of you.

“Feeling you like this…” you breathed deeply as he talked, moving your hips. His other hand ran up your body, grabbing your breast before he leaned down, his mouth closing around the nipple of the other. You arched your back, getting closer. He began to move his thumb over your clit. You moaned, your hands running through his hair, to keep him close.

“Cum for me mi amor,” he flicked his tongue over your nipple looking up at you with those dark eyes you fell in love with as he found the spot inside of you that made you gasp and shake against him.

“There…” his lips twitched into a smirk and you moaned his name, pulling at his hair as you came harder than you had since he left you that night. Letting your head fall against his as he released your nipple, his arm coming around your back to pull you against his chest before his lips found yours.

Putting one of your arms around his back as he deepened the kiss you reached between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his cock. He groaned against your lips, one of his hands on your ass.

“Stay with me,” you mumbled as you kissed down his jaw.

“Stay with me here… Forever…” you kissed down his throat.

“Mi vida… I…”

“Think about it,” you slowly moved to line him up against your cunt.

“A warm place to stay, food in your belly…”

“You in my arms,” he whispered and you closed your eyes as you slowly sunk down on him with a content sigh. You let your forehead fall against his slowly, waiting until he was fully inside of you. You ran your nose over his with a soft smile.

“Me in your arms…” you whispered before you began to move.

His hands were everywhere, his lips chasing yours as he helped you move. The water was getting cold, but you didn’t care, chasing Pero’s warmth as you kept your eyes on him. Still wondering if this was a dream.

“Marry me…” you hummed and Pero’s hands stopped looking at you with a frown.

“Mi amor… If anyone I should be the one asking…”

You smiled.

“Not if you want to marry a future queen…” you saw him swallow, his eyes widening, before his lips crashed against yours and he began to meet your hips, thrusting up into you.

“Stay with me Pero…” you whispered against his ear, kissing his neck.

Feeling his hand between your bodies, playing with your clit.

“Pero…” you moaned, already feeling your orgasm approach.

“Cum for me and I’ll stay…” he hummed and you gasped, your vision going white as your orgasm washed over you. You felt him growl, thrusting faster before he twitched inside of you, filling you with his cum.

You began to kiss up his neck until you finally found his lips, kissing him for what felt like hours while he softened inside of you.

“Even in my dreams I didn’t allow myself to think of you as mine,” Pero mumbled against your skin.

“I’m yours Pero. And I will be for as long as you let me,” you kissed him.

“Mine…” he whispered with a smile against your lips, before he slowly raised from the water with you in his arms, carrying you into your chambers and laying you down into your bed, before he got in behind you, pulling you against his chest as he used a thick blanket to cover both of you.

“Forever,” he whispered against your ear, before you fell asleep in his arms.

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parvulous-writings · 3 years ago

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Eventually Together // Vander x Reader

Request: Ooooo, Benzo tells Vander "If you don't make a move on Reader, I will." Vander can't tell if he is bluffing or not lol. + I love the idea of the kids picking on Vander cuz he has a crush on reader. Maybe even does the "Why are you acting weird?" While reader is at the bar. "Oooooooo Vander likes her." Ugh so cute.

Requested by: Anon, and Anon

Summary: One slowburn fic, mostly detailing the actions of Vander’s family upon discovering he has fallen for you.

Warnings: None, I don’t think

Words: 10.4K

Notes: This is the longest thing I have ever written. It’s somewhat a slowburn. Enjoy. My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!

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Like most days during the week, business at The Last Drop had been somewhat slow – steady but slow. It had been enough to bring in profit to pay the bills and clear the ledgers, but it hadn’t been enough to keep Vander’s mind occupied. His mind kept wandering away from the tasks had been provided with by his patrons, and to you. A mysterious new face that had started appearing more and more frequently amongst the faces of more regular patrons, not that he would complain about that. You were a nice sight – especially when he was having a rough evening. In some ways, you calmed him – your mere sight alone just made him… Relax. He wasn’t entirely sure how to explain the effect, or the warmth that spread through his chest when you came up to order drinks, the smile that started to occupy his face more and more as your number of interactions increased. You had been coming for something near three weeks now, almost every other day. Vander knew that your primary reason for visiting the establishment was for drinks, business or both, like everybody else, but part of him wanted to believe that it was for him, too, for his brief amount of company. Though the rational side of him tried to dismiss this – there was little point in trying to give hope to someone like him, when there was none. There was no need to disturb the status quo, or to change things from the way they were. Though, Vander supposed, in some senses, he was lonely. Of course he had his four children, and they could indeed keep him company through long and restless nights, by distracting one another by talk of imaginary chases or dreams – but as much as Vander adored spending time with his children, there were other areas of his life that had sat long neglected, almost forgotten. Parts that, he vaguely hoped, you would be able to help him tend to – if he were able to strike up any kind of conversation with you.

So, tonight he had decided. He’d pluck up the courage to try and strike up a conversation with you that consisted of more than “What would ya like to drink?” He thought he had been hiding his nerves rather expertly – he had always been one to wear a stern and stoic face, even in the worst of times. This time, however, he apparently hadn’t been doing so well. The young Powder had noticed – rather quickly, in fact. “Why are you acting weird?” She asked, standing on tiptoes to see Vander over the bar, her eyes and the tips of her fingers just barely visible to the taller man from the angles they were looking at each other. Vander turned to look at her, quirking one bushy brow at her. “Huh? I’m not acting weird.” He told her, though he was starting to realise that this was not true. “Yeah you are,” Powder argued, hoisting herself up onto one of the free barstools. “You’re acting all… Jumpy.” She told him, placing her tattered rabbit companion up on the counter in front of her, as Vander moved to get her some juice. He didn’t much mind that Powder was out front with him, even with all the unsavoury people that were patrons in his bar; for the sole reason that no matter what crimes against Piltover they had committed, they would not lay a finger on the blue haired girl. If anything, they’d try and keep her safe, should something happen to her, and Vander rendered unable to act. “I am not.” Vander chuckled, a hint of nervousness starting to creep in to his throat as he pushed the cup towards his youngest child. She briefly glanced at the beverage, before quietly clearing her throat. On cue, Vander turned to reach behind him, grabbed a straw from a shelf behind the bar, before placing it into her drink. “There we go…. Happy?” He asked her, and Powder replied with a swift nod, and a wide smile, before starting to enjoy her drink. Vander chuckled, ruffling her already messy hair, then turned a large portion of his attention to the tending of the bar – wiping it down, making sure it was as spotless as he was able to manage, trying to pass the time and push down the rising nerves.

It was whilst his eyes had been trained on the grained and scratched wood of the old bar that you had arrived, pushing the door to the establishment open with your forearm. The normal hustle and bustle didn’t cease for a moment, but the young Powder – ever the curious child – turned to look. She didn’t know who you were, or that you were the root cause of Vander’s strange behaviour, but she would soon find out. She turned back to her drink and rabbit without a word, no longer concerned or as curious as she was before; for now, in her eyes, you were little more than a patron. Vander moved again, glancing briefly to the floor of his bar, checking that everything was in order. At first he didn’t register than you were there, but his step stuttered slightly as his brain caught up with his eyes, realising that you were there, and making your way towards the bar. The stumble was unnoticeable from a distance, but up close – from the bar, for example – it was, especially if you were looking, and knew Vander well enough. Immediately Powder straightened up where she sat, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “There! I knew it! You’re acting weird!” She exclaimed, and Vander rested a hefty hand on the bar to steady himself. “I am not acting weird, Powder. It’s fine.” He assured her, trying not to sound too harsh, and lowering his voice as you drew closer; “Now, behave yourself, alright?” He told her, before moving into a spare spot in the bar, where you’d be able to happily and comfortable order for yourself. You approached the bar with a sense of familiarity now, already starting to smile at the sight of Vander. “Evenin’” He greeted, leaning on the bar with one arm, “What can I get for ya?” “Just the usual, please, Vander…. Nothing fancy,” You told him, already placing the coin on the table for him to take – you trusted him well enough to not swindle you, and to know what you meant. You trusted him a lot more than most vendors and businessmen, in fact; you weren’t entirely sure why, but there seemed to be something innate about the man, that just screamed safe. You rarely argued with your gut, and this was certainly not a time to argue with it. Powder was paying close attention to the two of you, and once her eyes had flitted between you about three or so times, her jaw dropped and her face split into a smile. It was taking all of her energy to not screech out in pure joy, and so she just began bouncing in her seat. Whilst Vander was pouring you his drink, he noticed this behaviour. “You alright, Pow?” He asked her, glancing between the child and the rising froth of the drink. She gave an excited squeak, grabbing her stuffed rabbit. “You’re in love!” She exclaimed, tapping her feet rapidly on the bar of the barstool. Vander waited to pass you your drink before turning to her, looking more confused than anything, though he knew where she had gotten the idea. “What?” He asked, trying to give her a look to go to her room and join the other children, but she didn’t catch the hint. “You’re in looooove!” She repeated, clutching the stuffed rabbit close to her chest, before hopping off the stool and dashing off to the shared room – most likely to share her revelation with her siblings. Vander gave a rather heavy sigh, and looked to you with an almost apologetic glint in his eye. “Sorry about that…” He said softly, “She gets excited easily…” Normally Vander wouldn’t get so tender with one of his patrons, however, with you he felt like it was different – he somehow felt closer to you; though he was fully aware that you most likely didn’t feel the same way. You had just stood there stunned for a moment, before shaking your head and pulling the tankard towards you. “Don’t worry about it,” You assured him, flashing him a brief smile. You hadn’t realised Vander’s behaviour around you – though that may have been because you were looking through something akin to rose-tinted glasses yourself, the same as him. You needed to think about it now, needed some time to yourself; you weren’t sure what to make of the information now that you had been made aware of it. “Thanks for the drink, Van…” You nodded at him, before moving away to occupy a back table, not sitting at the bar as you had started to recently. Vander’s heart warmed briefly when you had given him a nickname, but then sank ever so slightly as you moved away. Part of him desperately clinging to the idea you had liked him enough to give him a nickname, not wanting to let that sense of misery slither up and overwhelm him. Vander kept himself as busy as he was able to for the rest of the night, glancing at your table every so often to make sure that you were safe and out of harm’s way. Each time he looked at you, he was met with the same image; you, staring into the murky liquid of your drink, brows slightly furrowed, engaged in a rapt contemplation, an internal discussion that would be better left uninterrupted. So he left you be. After a few hours, he noticed your absence, tankard left for collection on the table; he assumed that you had slipped out when he serving another patron. His heart sank a little more – though you may have been only a patron, a customer of his services, in his eyes you were special. There was something about you that added to the bond between the two of you, something he couldn’t entirely place, but was anxious to act upon regardless. If your reaction to Powder blurting out the truth was anything to go by, he’d have to be careful with how he approached the situation.

As the night wore on and customers dwindled and calmed more and more, the children Vander cared for started to show their faces. Vi was the first to appear beside the bar, quietly leaning up against the side of it, out of the way of any patrons that were straggling to get their drink orders. She leant against the counter, arms crossed over her chest, and a somewhat amused expression – a mischievous look in her eye. Vander glanced at her for a moment, addressing her only after he had finished pouring the tankard he was focusing on. “What do you want?” He questioned, “I know that look… What are you up to?” Vi scoffed quietly, rolling her eyes in a playful manner. “Why would I be up to anything?” She chuckled, moving more into Vander’s direct line of sight. “I was just talking to Powder,” She told him. “She has some rather… Interesting gossip…” “Oh? And what might that be?” Vander mused back at his eldest, making himself look busy. “Mhm…” Vi’s grin started to grow larger, reflecting that mischievous look in her eye. “She told me… And correct me if I’m wrong, that you like one of the new regulars.” Vander’s eyes turned to her for a moment. He had known it was coming, but there was something about the look in her eye, something that was playfully sinister. Vander gave a heavy sigh, and shook his head at the girl. “Whatever Powder told you, it doesn’t matter, I can’t-“ “Why can’t you?” Vi interrupted, leaning forward as she spoke. “What’s stopping you? The fact that whoever’s caught your eye is a customer?” She asked, using a hand to gesticulate her point. “That doesn’t matter! When was the last time you had someone a little more like you to help support you, Vander?” She asked. She knew that Vander had very few close friends, besides that of Benzo. Of course Vi tried her best to support her father figure, but she was more than aware that what she could provide in support was not what Vander often needed. The silence she was met with gave her the answer which she already knew. “Exactly. And I don’t remember a time you actually liked someone besides us or Benzo… ‘Specially not to the point where they made you nervous,” She chuckled, playfully punching the leather covering over the man’s forearm. “What’s the harm in asking?” She posed, and Vander supposed that Vi was right. There wasn’t many times Vander could say that, but he’d give it to her here. “Fine, fine…” He mumbled, and Vi seemed momentarily surprised that for once the man was conceding to the fact that she was making a good point and case. She didn’t outwardly revel in the victory – not yet – but she would in time. “I’ll… Say something next time.” He told her, trying to move away and further down the bar, but Vi followed him. She knew that if Vander had chickened out this time, then he’d likely do the same in future too. “How about this?” Vi started, leaning on the bar across from Vander; “You close up early. I look after the others, and then… You go talk to Benzo. See what he thinks of it, ask him for help… Or it could just take your mind off of the situation… What do you think?” She asked him, and Vander considered it for a moment. With another sigh, he gave in – Vi could be stubborn when she wanted to be, just like him. Closing up The Last Drop before his regular closing time would result in the loss of some revenue, but he could reason that it wasn’t all that much in the long run. When Vander turned back to Vi, he caught sight of her signalling something – no doubt to Mylo and Claggor. She gave him an innocent smile, and the man sighed quietly. “Fine. I won’t take any more orders at the bar… Let these ones finish their drinks, then I’ll go see Benzo…” He told Vi in a hushed voice, not wanting the patrons to hear; no doubt a few of them would be unhappy to hear of this development. “But promise me this,” He spoke to Vi, catching the pink haired girl’s attention again. “You’ll look after the others. And you won’t get into any trouble.” He was tapping the bar with one large finger as he spoke, and Vi nodded hastily. “Yeah, yeah, I know… We’ll be fine,” She told him. Though he knew Vi’s history with those fateful words, he chose to give her the benefit of the doubt – besides, it wasn’t like the children would actually want to spend time with him when going over such personal matters with Benzo. Powder potentially would – but despite the nosiness that came along with youth, Vander knew she’d much rather spend time with her sister and brothers.

Vander had closed up The Last Drop early that night – managing to close not that long after his conversation with Vi. It was the beginning of the week, so it wasn’t entirely like he was going to be losing too much revenue, and Vi had been insisting that it was high time Vander went and had some time to himself – he knew she would be able to look after the others. No doubt she was going to take the other three youths on some sort of hijinks in his absence, despite their little discussion beforehand, but he would chase that up later. Once he was out the door – practically shoved by Mylo and Claggor – he supposed there was little else to do besides do that which his eldest daughter had suggested. The chill hit him immediately, even through his admittedly thick coat which covered his shoulders and most of his upper and forearm. He tried to hurry through the fog-filled streets of the Lanes, with little besides his jacket to warm his arms. It didn’t normally bother him, however the wind seemed to have an almost sinister chill to it tonight. He made the journey as short but dually as safe as he could. In the end it wasn’t the shortest route had had taken to Benzo’s, but it wasn’t the safest either. Either way, it had gotten him to where he had wanted to be. As soon as he had opened the door, Benzo made a comment, looking to him from where he had been talking with Ekko. “No haul today?” He asked, rather jokingly, and Vander shook his head as the door clinked shut behind him. Benzo dismissed the boy in his charge quickly, assuming that Vander wouldn’t want him to stick around for whatever conversation the two were about to have. “Drink?” Benzo offered, as Vander practically braced himself against the counter his closest friend always stood at. “Yes,” the barkeep replied, using one hand to wipe over his face, trying to give his muscles some sort of relaxation, though not to any avail. “A big one.” “What happened? Vi get into trouble again?” Benzo asked, bringing over two old glasses, which were much cleaner than they looked. “Or was it one of the others?” Benzo poured Vander’s drink first, giving the taller man a moment to have a few sips, before refilling the glass for him. “Not exactly.” Vander replied, his voice heavy with exasperation. He was unsure how to actually start the conversation he had come here to have, and that posed a small problem. Benzo lent forward, examining Vander’s expression with furrowed brows. Thankfully for Vander, he may not need to try and explain it all by himself. “One of ‘em say somethin’?” He asked, and Vander gave a subtle nod. “I see…” Benzo said slowly, trying to think of what could be said to put his friend in this way. “Something personal?” “Mhm… Powder mentioned I was acting funny…” He mumbled, his hand stifling the sound of his words. “Well, were you?” Benzo asked, genuinely. “You can act a little off, sometimes – when you’re not feelin’ right… Remember that time you caught that bug off Huck?” He nudged his friends arm as he spoke. “You weren’t right in the head for at least two weeks after, were you?” “True… But I don’t feel ill, I-“ “You didn’t then, neither.” Benzo interrupted, quickly finishing off his drink. “So, what’s the problem? You might be a little sick, big deal – what’re you fussin’ about?” “I like someone and all four of my kids know.” Vander blurted, no longer wanting to sit through the talk of potentially being ill – he knew that that wasn’t the source of his strange behaviour. “Like someone?” Benzo echoed, quirking a brow, “You mean…?” “Yes. I mean I like them.” At this confirmation, Benzo started to grin. Now this he hadn’t expected; this was news he had put far out of his mind, not expecting to ever hear something like that from Vander again. That’s not to say that he was unhappy about it, quite the opposite in fact. “Oh, really?” He started to laugh quietly, much like a young schoolboy finding out his best friend had a crush on someone. In a sense, that’s what he was – neither of them had really grown up that much. Sure, Vander had a hell of a lot more responsibility now, and Benzo had his shop, but at heart, they were still the same as they once were. Vander gave a soft huff at the almost constant chuckling of his closest friend, Benzo. “Keep laughin’. See where it gets you.” He huffed, running the palm of one large hand over his face again. “This is why I don’t confide all my personal stuff with you.”

“Who is it?” Benzo asked, trying to calm himself down a little bit more – it was a slow but sure process. “The new regular,” Vander replied, taking the decanter from Benzo and pouring himself another, more generous drink. “Oh, yeah – I think I know who you mean…. (Y/N), their name is.” Benzo nodded slowly, as he tried to recall you specifically, rather than just what information had been mentioned previously in passing conversation. “Good looker, I won’t lie.” He started, looking to Vander as he poured himself another drink of his own. “Be a nice catch… If you got ‘em.” Vander’s brows furrowed at this particular comment. “And what’s t’say I won’t?” He asked, leaning forward again. “You never know. Someone else might just… Swoop in, steal ‘em away…” Benzo shrugged. Vander’s jaw would have dropped at the implication Benzo was making, had it not already been clenched in anxiety. Benzo continued; “I’m just sayin’, it’s not every day you find someone like that round here, is it?” “What are you saying, Benzo?” Vander asked, his voice colder than he meant it to be, but Benzo was not deterred – he knew that the emotional reaction Vander was exhibiting was little more than pent up tension that was long overdue to be released. This was Vander’s chance, and Benzo was making it seem like he was a threat to that chance. “What I’m sayin’, Vander, is that if you don’t make your move on them, and soon, I might just have to do it myself.” Vander’s chest tightened. He knew what Benzo had meant to say initially, but to hear him say it outright was something different entirely. It was almost like his words had a bite that cut deep within him; almost like he had been betrayed. The act hadn’t happened yet – nor was Vander sure that it would ever happen – but the words had echoed in his mind, his lip curling up slightly in a minor snarl. He could hardly believe that Benzo would sat such a thing, and with such conviction too. Betrayal gave way to a burning and unbridled passion that he couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t quite anger, but it wasn’t far off of that either. Benzo just stared at Vander, gauging his reaction. He wouldn’t actually act on his threat – it was more of a gentle shove in the right direction. An emotional shove to be sure, but a shove nonetheless. Benzo was fully aware that without it, Vander would probably keep letting his nerves get the better of him, and he just didn’t want to see his best friend go through that – not over and over and over again, like it was sure to. This way, Vander would act quicker, with more surety. He always seemed to work best when under pressure, or when he could intellectualise it all, take his emotions out of the equation. The latter option was off the table this time around; so pressure was the only true route. You could say that Benzo might’ve been better off trying to gently encourage Vander to pursue you; but the vendor knew that all the encouragement in the world would not be able to get Vander to act on his feelings; the man didn’t work that way. Benzo was brought out of his thoughts by a movement – Vander straightening himself up. This was a good sign, it meant Vander meant business, and for Benzo it meant his plan was working just as he intended it to. “You ain’t takin’ them away from me, Benzo.” “What makes you so sure?” Benzo replied, not even missing a beat, and keeping the façade of someone cool, calculated, and in control of the situation. Vander’s mouth opened for a moment, then shut soon after – he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say to the man, wasn’t sure how to retaliate. He sighed deeply, his hand coming to rub the bridge of his nose out of habit, trying to calm himself for a moment. Despite what had been said that evening, Benzo was still his friend, he didn’t want to say anything that he would regret. “I’ll… See you tomorrow.” He grumbled, turning on his heel, and making his way out of the shop. He needed to think this over, before making any sort of move.

The next few days blended together; Vander was predominantly occupied with his thoughts, running around in his brain – a flurry of scenarios, both good and bad, flashing before him. You hadn’t been to see him or get any drinks during this time, and he had started to fear that the interaction between you, him and Powder had scared you away for good. He had no idea how he would be able to admit to you or ask you anything now; though he wanted to see you again, he didn’t want to pry and seem like he was trying to invade your personal life. On the fifth day of Vander being in this strange sort of haze, Powder came and sat on the bar, watching her father figure carefully. She, and the others, had really noticed the quasi-absence of their father figure over the last few days – though that wasn’t for lack of him trying to be present; it was that sometimes, his thoughts consumed him, and he could hardly keep himself afloat in them. Vi had managed to cover the areas Vander couldn’t when it came to care, but she was starting to miss the loving and attentive side of the man that his children knew so well. Whilst Powder sat at the bar in a vague attempt to keep her father company, Mylo peered round a wooden support beam, eyeing the pair. “He’s been acting so weird lately…” He muttered, and Vi gave a sigh from beside him. “Ever since he went to see-“ “Benzo. We know. You keep saying.” The pink haired girl cut him off, pulling him away from the corner by his shoulder. “I told you – Vander was going to see him about someone he liked, and clearly something happened. But leave it alone for the minute, Mylo. I think Vander may be trying to work all this out on his own. He just needs some time.” “But it’s getting ridiculous, Vi!” The younger boy exclaimed, “It’s like he’s hardly here! Something’s gotta be done!” “Like what, Mylo? What do you want to suggest here? We go out and hunt this person down?” It was meant as a rhetorical question – but clearly Mylo didn’t see it like that. “Well… Yeah.” He shrugged. “What else can we do? I’m tired of just sitting here, and waiting for something to go his way. It’s stupid.” “Well…” The quiet Claggor started to speak up, “I mean, I s’pose we can go find whoever it is he’s… Pining after, and then ask if they’ll come back… But we can’t let Vander in on the idea, like at all.” He stated, and Mylo nodded rather enthusiastically. “That’s exactly what I said!” He exclaimed, and Vi shared a look with Claggor; they both knew it wasn’t, but they thought it would be best for everyone if they remained quiet on the matter. “Fine.” Vi sighed, giving in to the two boys. “Me and you will go ask Benzo if he knows how to find them, Mylo. Claggor, you stay here with Pow and make sure that nothing goes wrong.” Claggor nodded dutifully at this; Vi knew she’d be able to count on the soft-hearted boy – she always had been able to. “Right, come on Mylo. The sooner we get going, the sooner we find them.” Mylo gave a hiss of excitement, and hurriedly moved with Vi, slipping out the back door, whilst Claggor went to join Vander and Powder at the bar – he wanted to keep an eye on the pair of them, and keep the situation in a safe spot. Several hours went by like this, and Vander said very little to the pair – which was most unusual. Though Powder was unaware of the plan to try and find the person Vander had fallen for, Claggor’s mind kept wandering back to it, hoping that his siblings would be able to find something, anything that would be able to help all of you.

Thankfully, they had found something. Though Benzo had been shocked and even somewhat annoyed that the pair had turned up out of the blue, and without Vander, after having the situation explained to him, he was more than willing to give the two children any information that he could provide that they may need. You weren’t all that far away – not in the grand scheme of things. Only a few minutes from The Last Drop – and only a few minutes more from Benzo’s shop. A shared look between Mylo and Vi was all it took for them to come to the agreement that they’d have to pay you a quick home visit. Nothing to intimidate you, just to explain the situation to you, see if you would do anything further to chase Vander’s affections, or if you were to just do nothing, and abandon all such endeavours. It didn’t take them long to find your home – beaten up and dilapidated like the vast majority of The Lanes; not that they expected anything else. Vi was the first to approach your abode, signalling for Mylo to hang back for the moment. She knew all too well that he’d probably blurt something out that you didn’t need to hear just yet. Begrudgingly he did so, crossing his arms over his chest rather grumpily. It took you a moment to answer the door after Vi had knocked, and you eyed the girl curiously; you vaguely recognised her from your visits to the Last Drop, but you couldn’t entirely place her. “Can I help you…?” You asked, somewhat unsurely – what on earth was she doing out here at this hour? “Hi…” She greeted, seeming a little unsure herself. “Uh…” Vi wasn’t sure how to start, how was she going to phrase this? “I’m… Vander’s kid… The bartender from-“ “The Last Drop.” You finished. “I know who Vander is… What I want to know is why are you here? He send you?” You ask, starting to get somewhat defensive; why did Vander send his kid to you? How did he even know where you lived? Was he creeping on you? Did he follow you home, and you weren’t aware of it? “No!” The teenager quickly exclaimed, before taking a moment to calm herself down. “No… I came here to help Vander, he-“ “Is he in trouble?” You asked, mind immediately jumping to the worst. Even Vi looked somewhat shocked at the speed you suddenly came to this conclusion. “No, no-“ Vi held her hands up to try and calm you. “He’s fine… Well, not really, you see he’s… Well… He wants to see you again, and-“ “He wants to see me?” You echo, not letting the young girl finish her sentence. “Why does he want to see me?” “Well…” Vi trailed off, trying to think of a reasonable excuse for this, without giving it away. “Is it about what his other kid said?” You suggested, goose bumps starting to raise on your skin, as Vi went somewhat sheepish. “Uh… Kinda…” She shrugged lightly, “Listen… It’s not what Powder made it out to be, honest. She’s just… Excitable, and seeing Vander act like that is a little new to her.” Vi explained, “She meant no harm by it, honest. Just… Come see Vander for a little while… No pressure – I’ll make sure Powder doesn’t get between you again… And you can get a few minutes alone with him.” She offered, and you had to think it over for a moment, you weren’t entirely sure why. “Alright… I’ll be there tomorrow…” You told her quietly, and though she didn’t react much outwardly, you could see her eyes light up – something similar to hope glinted in those young eyes of hers. “Thank- Alright...” She quickly caught herself, not wanting to seem too desperate, for her or her father figure. “I’ll, uh… I’ll get going now…” she started to back away, struggling to contain her excitement as she left the property, re-joining her brother, who you could just about hear ask how it went as the two vacated the area, rushing back to The Last Drop through damp and darkened streets as fast as their legs could carry them, using what little will they had left to not burst out laughing with pure and utter glee.

However, the sight they returned to made their chests tighten and stomachs drop. Vander had closed up early, and was waiting, looking rather unimpressed, leaning up against the bar, arms crossed and brows furrowed. Mylo skidded to a stop, and Vi tried to close the door as quietly as she could, not wanting to disturb the bartender. “And where have you two been?” Vander’s voice was low and gruff, but not malicious. All he wanted to know was the truth; he was concerned for the safety of his children, who had snuck out without his knowledge, and potentially put themselves in danger for all he knew. Vi looked up, ready to feign innocence, but her eyes caught a rather guilty looking Claggor hanging around the side of the bar. “We weren’t causing any trouble, Vander, we promise.” Vi told him, speaking calmly and trying to keep her father figure the same. “That’s not what I asked.” Vi fell silent for a moment, not entirely sure what to tell him. “Where have you been? Were you followed back? Are you okay?” Vander was clearly not angry, though perhaps partially annoyed that Vi hadn’t trusted him enough to inform him of her and Mylo’s whereabouts. “We were… Helping.” Vi said slowly, watching Vander’s expression carefully. “Helping who?” Vander pressed, wanting and needing to know more. Mylo tried to sneak away, but Vander grabbed his collar before he could get too far away. “You’re not going anywhere before I get answers to my questions.” He spoke quietly. “You’re both going to sit down, and tell me why you left without telling me, and left Claggor to ‘distract’ me, and look after Powder. You got that?” He gently pushed Mylo towards one of the barstools, gesturing for him to sit down, and for Vi to do the same. With a nod, Vander sent Claggor away and the other two could only assume that Powder had already been sent to bed. About an hour later, Vi and Mylo were released from their interrogation, and allowed to go to bed, the same as the others. “I hope tonight was worth it…” Mylo grumbled quietly as he clambered into bed, “Cause there’s no way I want to take another questioning like that anytime soon…” “It will be,” Vi assured him. “Just you wait. They’ll come around…” But there was no reply to this, Mylo had already fallen asleep; Vi followed about twenty minutes later.

The next morning was filled with an almost tangible silence amongst the family. The only sounds were those made by shuffles against the old wooden floors, or the ruffle of various fabrics from bedsheets or clothes. Even as Vander opened the bar for business, there was an unsettling silence amongst them all. Claggor and Mylo didn’t want to disrupt Vander, who was still in contemplation as he was going through the motions of opening up. Powder remained quiet because she didn’t entirely know what was going on, and she didn’t want to push things further, same as her brothers. Vi had kept trying to talk, but never got far enough to substantially cut through the sheet of silence. All she could hope for at this point was you turning up today, and setting right what had been wrong for much of the recent days. Business started slow, with patrons trickling in and taking their usual seats, occasionally coming up to the bar to ask for a drink from Vander. For the first couple of hours, none of the children had been able to spot you. “Oh, yeah, last night is totally paying off, isn’t it?” Mylo muttered sarcastically to Vi, “The ‘getting in trouble with Vander’ was so worth it.” “Give them a chance… We’ve only just opened up.” Vi defended, shaking her head lightly and trying to take on a façade of confidence despite her own nerves skyrocketing, almost making her feel ill. “Maybe they’re working?” She suggested, and Mylo scoffed quietly. “Yeah, maybe. Whatever. But if they don’t turn up before closing time, you owe me.” Mylo pointed a somewhat accusatory finger at Vi, who gave the younger boy a look of distaste. “For what? You didn’t even do anything! I did all the talking! To Benzo, and to them!” She exclaimed, giving her brother a shove on the shoulder as she spoke. Mylo stumbled, but managed to catch himself before he fell over. “Yeah, but I went with you!” He retorted, getting ready to push back, before Vi held up a hand to his face whilst looking in another direction. “Hey! You can’t do that, stop-“ “Shut up,” She hissed, grabbing him and moving him in front of her by the shoulders so he faced the same way that she had done just a moment prior. “Look.” She angled his face towards the entrance of the establishment, and he just managed to catch your figure blending into a small crowd near the pool table. “I don’t owe you anything now.” She gave him a gentle shove away from herself, having proved her point. “Now we just wait, and see what happens…” Meanwhile, you had been slowly making your way towards the bar, intentionally taking a slightly more crowded route to hide yourself from the bartender, the man who you had in fact come to see, with a gentle shove from Vi the night before. Vander had been preoccupied with another patron, and it wasn’t until they had left that his eyes met yours. You offered a tiny smile as he approached, leaning on the bar in front of you. “What’ll it be?” He asked, not expecting your conversation to be any more than this for the moment – he had planned to speak to you privately before closing, whenever you eventually decided to turn up. “Well I was hoping to get a moment or two alone with you… To talk?” You said, leaning a bit closer to him. Vander’s face went blank for a moment, before he glanced to the other patrons. Everyone seemed to have the drinks they so desired, or were too buried in their games and discussions to care that they were lacking a beverage. He could spare a few minutes for you, and even if he couldn’t, he wanted to. So he would. Throwing the rag he usually used to clean the bar with over his shoulder, he gave a nod to you. “O’course…” He moved out of the bar, gesturing to an empty table booth which the pair of you could occupy for the time being. “So… I know I haven’t been around for a few days…” You started slowly, trying to gauge his reaction. “Mhm… Was starting to worry something had happened to you.” Vander admitted – which wasn’t wrong. “Glad to see that ain’t the case though…” He gave a small smile as he spoke, the words coming from his heart. He had no clue what he would do if he was unable to see your face for the rest of his life. As stupid as it sounded when he considered it, he wanted to see your face every day – morning and night – for the rest of his life. “Yeah…” You said slowly. “To be honest… I was a little bit nervous on coming back here, after the kid…” Vander sighed quietly at your words. “I’m… I’m really sorry about her… She just gets so excited about things, and doesn’t always know not to mention things…” He said, his palm coming to meet half of his face, as if rubbing it would rid him of his problems and embarrassment. “No, no, it’s alright… I was kinda more shocked and nervous about the fact that, well… She’s right, isn’t she?” You gave a small pause. “About you liking me?” A silence hung over the pair of you for a moment, as Vander tried to find the right words to respond with. This wasn’t like a debate over payment, he had to be careful over his words – he wanted to be careful. He wanted to do this right. Or as right as he could give how the situation had already been affected. “Yeah… Yeah, she was…” Vander said quietly, clearing his throat. A nervous nausea passed through him, but he was determined to push through it. “I just… It’s a kind of new thing for me… Well, not really, but… It’s been a long time. I didn’t want to say anythin’ initially, cause… Well I hate to say it, and I’m not meanin’ to be rude, but… You’re a new face…” He paused for a moment, trying to see what your thoughts were. “And I didn’t want you thinkin’ I was just… Some guy who falls for someone just on sight, as nice as it might sound in stories…” He trailed off again, feeling like he was starting to dig himself into a hole he wouldn’t be able to get himself out of again. “I, uh… I don’t want things to be awkward between us. Truth is, I like havin’ you around. You’re a nice person to be around. It’s nice speakin’ to you – as short as our conversations normally are…” He chuckled awkwardly, wanting you to say something, anything. You had been too quiet for him to keep talking – not even a hum or chuckle had passed your lips. You could reject him for all he cared right now, but his stomach was doing flip after flip, tying itself in a vast array of knots, waiting on edge for you to speak. “I like speaking with you too.” You said simply, and immediately Vander started to feel a weight life off his shoulders. “You know… You’re not like a lot of the others down here in the Lanes…” “Well, I wouldn’t go that far-“ “But it’s true, Vander. You don’t solely look out for yourself, do you? You look out for others, and for your family…” You pointed out, and he couldn’t exactly deny that. His family and his people came before him in every situation that he could imagine. “There aren’t many people down here who think that way… I like it.” Vander perked up at this – you could see it in those grey eyes of his. He couldn’t believe it. Not only had you noticed that he thought and acted with others in mind before himself, but you liked it. You admired it. It soothed him in a way he could not put into words. “You do?” Was all he could reply with, dumbstruck and utterly head over heels for you. You hummed and nodded, and Vander noticed the smile on your lips. “Why wouldn’t I?” You chuckled in response to him, and Vander’s head dipped down for a moment, a soft smile spreading across his face, mirroring your own. He couldn’t help it. There was something so innately contagious about your smile, to him at least. He shrugged lightly in a final response to your question, his gaze moving to meet your eyes again. “I… Dunno…” He replied slowly, before shifting in his seat. “But… Since you think that way, I do have somethin’ to ask you…” This was it. This was the big one – what he had been waiting for what felt like an eternity to do, the thing that Benzo had been pushing him to ask. You quirked your brow at this, trying to quietly prompt him to continue. Vander noticed, and tried to quietly clear his throat, simultaneously attempting to push down some of his nerves, not that it worked very well. “I was wonderin’… If you maybe wanted to… Come round here more often – out of hours, I mean. Or maybe… Go find somewhere decent to have a meal together.” He stumbled a little bit over his words, but he largely thought that he did relatively well, considering the nerves that had been piling and building up for so long. The silence that followed his words seemed like one whole torturous eternity, something that he couldn’t get out of, would never escape. He dared think that this suspense rivalled the day which he and the rest of the Lanes tried to cross the bridge. That unnerving, unparalleled and undeniable feeling of dread deep down in his gut, which only ever seemed to fade, rather than leave completely. “Sure,” Was the simple but goodhearted reply that came from you – turns out it hadn’t been an eternity, but rather only a few seconds. Vander couldn’t quite believe that you’d so soon and so readily accepted his offer, but that wasn’t to say he was upset about it – no, quite the opposite in fact. He was overjoyed. “Really?” He asked, before shaking his head – why was he asking that? Of course you really meant it; you had never struck him as the type to deceive, and the look in your eyes was nothing short of a joyous glinting glow. “I mean… Good, great… Glad to hear it…” He smiled, the Hound made nervous by your presence, and by the prospect of your now budding relationship. “How about… Wednesday?” “Wednesday?” You echoed, thinking briefly, before starting to nod. “Sure, Wednesday is good… You got any place in mind?” You ask, just in case he had already started to formulate something in his mind – you never knew with Vander. He may be ‘getting on in years’ as you had heard him often joke about, but his mind was just as sharp as you had heard it to be so many years ago. He began to nod, his eyes flitting briefly to his large hands as they fidgeted on the table, trying to alleviate the remaining nerves in Vander’s mind. “Yeah… You could come here for the evenin’… I can cook us somethin’ – if you’d like, of course.” He flashed you a small smile. He knew his cooking could at times leave a lot to be desired, but regardless, he wanted to offer this hospitality to you. He wanted to prove further that he wasn’t like most others in the Underground – just like you had pointed out to him. He would not brag about this elsewhere, but if it were something about him that you liked, then what was the harm in highlighting that further to you? In the city of Zaun, there was very rarely a time where abundance or focus on a good thing became too much. You nodded happily, and opened your mouth to say something excitedly in reply, before being abruptly cut off by a yell from a patron – vying for Vander’s attention, and unfortunately winning it from you. Vander glanced to you, his eyes full of nothing short of a sincere apology, but he had no time to say anything more as he got to his feet and returned to the bar. So, there you sat for a short while longer, almost dumbfounded. A date with the famed Hound of the Underground, seemingly arranged in part by his young daughter, much to your surprise. She had prompted that night’s encounter and subsequent plans for a date on Wednesday at the very least, it seemed. You didn’t spend much longer in that booth – wanting to return home and quietly imagine what Wednesday night would be like. What would Vander try and cook for the pair of you? Surely it would be better than any of the street food that you often had to purchase from a back alley, late at night with no other means of sustenance. It wasn’t the most glamourous of lifestyles, you knew that. You didn’t have to be from Piltover to know that life in Zaun was no picnic, that there was so much missing, and there was little to make do with. Vander had noticed your absence as soon as there was a lack of patrons to occupy his attention; a mere few minutes after you had left. He sighed quietly, regretting not giving you the proper goodbye which you had deserved, but quickly geared his mind towards Wednesday, the same as you had, giving himself some sort of hope in the forever looming fog of the Underground.

Wednesday had come far quicker than either of you had expected. Ordinarily, days crawled along, as if intentionally trying to draw themselves out for longer, to further torment the inhabitants of the Underground, to force them to endure hardship for just that bit longer – working in the mines, scarpering along streets in search of food or safety, it didn’t matter what they were doing. Time wore on, a merciless master to those who had no choice but to yield to it. Despite this, it seemed that whatever power oversaw your lives took pity on you and Vander, a blossoming love in an unforgiving world. In the momentary respite it gave the pair of you, you both managed to actually enjoy some of the day whilst you both tried to get ready for that evening. Vander had closed up early, and the kids had helped him in various ways; Mylo and Powder had made it a competition between themselves to see who could tidy and decorate more, with Vi as their overseer, whilst Claggor had helped him in the kitchen, assisting more with the cleaning and defending the food from Mylo, than with the actual cooking. With their combined help, and his own efforts, Vander believed that the evening was setting up to be at least somewhat successful. As Vander left to briefly groom himself, and make sure he looked his best for you, Vi turned to her three siblings, placing her hands on her hips. “No funny business tonight,” She said seriously, “Vander’s stressed and worried enough as it is… The least we can do is give him some peace of mind by staying out of the way, just for tonight.” Her gaze moved pointedly to Mylo, who although she knew he had been on relatively good behaviour when they had gone to see you, she was aware that good streak could quickly come to an end. Powder and Claggor nodded dutifully – neither of them had any complaints about this evening. “What?” Mylo exclaimed, feeling rather singled out. “I haven’t done anything!” “That’s exactly why I’m giving you this look,” Vi gestured to her face with one finger. “If you step even a toe out of line tonight, you don’t even want to know what I’ll do. Vander’s done a hell of a lot for us – the least we can do to pay him back for it is letting him have some semblance of a normal love-life. We’ve done all we can on the actively involved side. Now it’s time to stay out of the way.” “That’s enough, Vi, I think they all get the idea…” Vander called to her, scratching his beard as he rounded the corner into view. “Just… All of you get to bed, okay? I’ll have a think about some kind o’reward for you all… If tonight goes well.” He joked with a quiet chuckled, though the noise betrayed the nerves that wracked every part of his body. He cleared his throat to try and cover the noise, before speaking again; “Now, off with you.” With that, the children scarpered at various speeds, Vi hanging round just long enough to flash Vander a comforting smile.

It wasn’t too long after that that Vander had welcomed you once again into The Last Drop – though on a much more personal level, this time. He was rather relieved to see that neither of you had dressed particularly fancy – Vander had worn his usual white and blue shirt, minus the brown jacket that ordinarily covered his broad shoulders. You had worn an outfit that he hadn’t seen before, but looked no more glamorous than his own, even by the low standards of Zaun. It was a simple outfit, but one that he felt suited you. A simple black top – made out of a fuzzy looking material – and very similar jeans to his own, brown and a rough material that could weather almost any situation. “Now, I’m hopin’ that the food is to your taste…” Vander spoke to you, balancing one plate on each hand as he approached the table you had seated yourself at. “It ain’t much, but… It should be fillin’ at the very least…” He joked, not having overwhelming faith in his cooking skills; he had certainly not tried to cook to impress before. Indeed, the meal was simple; comprised of the Underground’s fish substitute and some assorted edible foliage meant to imitate the rather elaborate salads topsiders consumed – but it still brought a warm smile to your face. “It looks and smells wonderful...” You told him, and just like the night when you had accepted his offer of a date, his eyes lit up. “Thank you…” He said softly, as he took the seat across from you. The meal he had prepared for you both was just as nice as you had imagined, if not nicer – you hadn’t had a meal like this for a very long time, such opportunities just didn’t come around that often in the Underground. The conversation that you and Vander shared over the course of dinner, too, was a nice break from the norm. For him, it was a break from the stress of managing a bar night after night, keeping a close and watchful eye over each and every patron and their business, and of course his four children, who could cause a large amount of trouble for Vander in their own various ways. For you, it was a wonderful break from the monotony that so often plagued your nights; spent alone in a home that barely had four walls and a roof, doing nothing more than trying to get by. You talked about anything that came into your minds – Topsiders and their audacity, Vander’s children and the Last Drop, the past and the things you so desired to gain in the future, no matter how far away or impossible they may seem. Vander had told you he hoped for nothing for himself, but rather for a better life for his people, and your heart ached for him. Again you saw the Vander that put his own needs and desires aside for the good of others, and you began to wonder how long exactly he had been acting in this way – from the sounds of it, it was far too long. “Have you ever thought of, y’know… Doing something for yourself for once? A day off? Some time with your kids? Something like that?” You asked him, leaning on the table, plates now empty and pushed aside. Vander shrugged, as he leant back in his chair with a rather heavy sigh. “Yeah, I’ve thought about it… But I wouldn’t want to get into the habit,” He replied, honestly. “Besides… Tonight’s kind of a ‘for me’ thing… I get to spend time with you.” You ignored the heat that undeniably spread throughout your cheeks at such an offhand comment from him – something that so easily and so comfortably passed his lips. You couldn’t deny, either, the feeling of longing that accompanied this; you wanted to get used to that kind of comment. Not just from anyone, but from Vander. The Hound of the Underground, who always seemed so tough, always on guard. You could happily get used to this softer side of him. “So… Are you saying you’d want to do this again, sometime?” You asked, gently probing the subject of perhaps the pair of you becoming a more official item. Vander caught onto your game quickly. “Yeah… Yeah, I s’pose I am…” He nodded, leaning forward and covering one of your hands with his much larger one. “I mean… If you wanted that… An’ if you don’t mind the kids…” He told you, eyeing your expression carefully. This was him sussing out if you minded about the kids – and ergo if you were truly worth pursuing or keeping around. You chuckled and averted your gaze for a moment, just as he was privy to your line of questioning, you were privy to his. “’Course I don’t mind them…” You told him, and you didn’t – besides that initial meeting with the young Powder which had rather surprised you with the girl’s lack of filter. But you had also seen a more caring side of the wards Vander clearly cared so much for, when they had sought you out without any command from Vander himself. “They’re good kids…” Vander nodded in agreement with this – he thought exactly the same, even when they were causing almost ungodly amounts of mischief, both in Zaun and Piltover. “Clearly they learnt from a decent role model…” You joked, nodded briefly to him, and Vander slowly shook his head. “No, no… I wouldn’t call myself that…” Vander brushed away the credit you were trying to give him. “I’ve guided them in the past, sure, but for the most part… They’ve made their own decisions, and learnt from their own mistakes…” You didn’t doubt this to be true, at least in part, but you found it odd that Vander was eschewing any responsibility in that sense; though you didn’t dwell on it for too long, sensing that perhaps it would be somewhat of a sensitive subject for him.

“So,” Your voice pierced through the momentary silence that found the pair of you. “Do you think this will become… A regular thing? Like… Do you want it to become a regular thing?” You asked him, voicing a question that had been cropping up in both of your minds. Vander leant forward in his seat, nodding subtly. “I… I do. I think we will become somethin’… I want us to, at least...” He mumbled, his eyes flicking to yours, seeking some comfort. They found it there, the warmth of compassion embedded deep within your irises which enchanted him now, in the low flicker of the candlelight, more so than they had ever managed to before. “An’ I think… I think you should start comin’ around here more often… Get to know a few other regulars, like…” He suggested, “You might get to meet a few of my ol’ friends… And even if you don’t want to do that, you’ll have a chance to spend some time with me…” He offered you a smile as he finished speaking. You nodded, rather enthusiastically, and Vander began to get to his feet as you took your turn to talk. “I’d like that, actually… That way I can get all the good stories, can’t I?” You joked, picking up your plate before Vander could reach over to collect it. “Already heard a good few from Benzo, I think.... You overhear, things, sometimes…” You chuckled, having noticed the somewhat shocked look that began to manifest itself on his features; Benzo knew a great many things about him, some that he would perhaps not like you to know about, for the time being. The both of you continued to banter in a comfortable, and natural back and forth, until the dishes had been cleaned and dried, with a form of teamwork that mirrored the way you spoke with one another – somehow totally and utterly in sync. Then came the question of sleeping – you had told Vander you’d easily be able to make it home, however Vander had vetoed your plan of returning home, not at so late an hour. “Listen, I won’t make you sleep in the same bed as me or anythin’, I can sleep on the couch, but please, don’t risk goin’ out there so late. We both know there are people out there best left alone at this time of night…” He warned, his voice lowering to an almost dangerous tone. “You can borrow an old shirt, if you need something to sleep in…” He told you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to decline that; so, with a smile and quick but tired mumble of thanks as fatigue overtook your limbs, you draped Vander’s shirt over your body, and promptly passed out in his bed, sprawled across the sheets. Vander had come to check on you not long after – having just made sure the kids were safe, sound and asleep, which thankfully they were, and had to stifle the chuckle that rose in his throat. He slowly moved round the bed, stepping carefully as to avoid the floorboards he knew creaked under any sort of weight, to try and get you to lay more comfortably. He was careful when moving you – his large hands being so dainty and delicate, so as not to wake you. He pulled the covers up to around your waist, unsure of how you usually liked them, before trading the same path he had taken from doorway to bed. He turned to look at you over his shoulder, a warm smile gracing his worn features. He could get used to seeing you so peaceful in his home – it made you seem like part of the family, a thought he much enjoyed. “Night, love.” He knew you’d not hear these words as he pulled the door closed, but he didn’t care. It felt right to say them, and so he did. He’d sacrifice his back sleeping on the couch that night, but he had no regrets about it; he’d do it a thousand times over to get even a glimmer of the same result he got that night. Knowing you were safe, warm and fed were all he could ask for, and worth the back-ache – coming into the knowledge that you may regularly be staying with him, was the best added bonus the man could ever wish for. For the first time in a very long time, Vander realised he was not ‘halfway happy’, as he so often was. He was content, at peace. Finally, he had found someone who loved him for him, and it was someone whom he had kindled the same feelings for – a true blessing in a cruel world, that gave little.

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cheesus-doodles · 3 years ago

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Hi, I'm the incorrect quotes anon again! I love love LOVE the comic on the first post and the Red Dragonfly memes you drew on the second! The chibi Furu eating glass is my favorite XD I came up even more incorrect quotes, so this may seem a lot lol. Also don't feel pressured from making more art, if you're not feeling up to it! I just wanna some funny RD hcs that I think would make you happy, so no pressure Ok? Love ya! ❤

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Jun: *loses Boss in public*

Jun: Oh shit! What do I do?! Do I call the other Wings!? I think I should call the other Wings!

*If Jun was hanging out with Furu*

Jun: *loses Furu in public*

Jun:

Jun: ....Tch, he'll find his way back home.

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Boss: Furu keeps saying "WAP"...What does this mean? Can someone help me?

Masa: It stands for "we are praying".

Boss: Oh! Thanks, Masa. I was worried it was something bad!

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(Bad future timeline AU where Boss is like Kisaki)

Boss: I want you to kill this person, but make it seem like an accident.

Furu: On it, Boss!

*later*

Naoto: Looks like the killer beat him to death with a crowbar and placed a banana peel by his feet.

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Furu: *running towards Jun to hug him for whatever reasons ya'll can think of idk*

Jun: *moves out the way*

Furu: Jun! Why the hell did ya move?!

Jun: I thought you're attacking me!

Furu: I was gonna hug you!

Jun: Why the fuck would you hug me?!

Furu: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I ATTACK YOU?!

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Boss: A week ago, I accidentally slept with Koji.

Furu: Really?

Boss: Yes.

Furu: You accidentally slept with Koji?

Boss: Yes.

Furu: Accidentally?

Boss: Yes.

Furu: I don't get it. Did you trip over something?

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*Boss, Furu and Hase are shown a picture of an acute angle, a cup of tea or coffee and the Pi symbol together*

Boss: *smiles endearingly* You are a cutie pie!

Furu: *Grins* You're a sharp coffee squiggly letter!

Hase: *side eyes Furu* You are narrow, scalding and irrational.

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Furu: What ya doing tonight?

Masa: Studying.

Furu: Pffft, you're a nerd!! Get out there, get drunk! You're ruining the Wings' name!

Furu: Atleast pretend you're drunk in front of us!!

Masa:

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Kids have crushes: Koji's crush on Boss.

Men have girlfriends: Koji and Boss get together❤

Legends eat sand: Furu at the beach. Just Furu.

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Boss: Are you okay?

Furu: Yeah, why? What's up?

Boss: I thought I heard something loud fall.

Furu: That was my shirt.

Boss: Your shirt fell and made that noise?

Furu: ...I was inside of it.

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Boss: What are you, 2?

Furu: Yeah. 2 feet taller than you

Boss:

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Boss: How are you sleeping?

Jun: Like a baby.

Jun: Every two hours, I wake up screaming.

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Jun: You should put some sunscreen on.

Furu: I'm a grown ass man, I don't need that!

Jun: You think you're stronger than the sun?

Furu:

Jun: ...THE SUN!?

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Koji: Can you overdose on vitamin d?

Masa: I mean that's technically how Icarus died.

Furu: iCarly is FUCKING DEAD?!

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Furu, singing: Who lives in the pineapple under the sea?

Jun, in tune: Fuck- off- Ass- face-!

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Koji: Have you ever fallen in love?

Hase: I can't even fall asleep.

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Koji: Okay, I didn't know what chocolates do you like, so I got them all.

Boss:

Boss: Koji, that's like four hundred boxes-

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Boss: Look, I made a marshmallow Hase. See? His arms are crossed because he's mad at all the other marshmallows are annoying him. Do you like it?

Hase, choking up: It's okay.

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Jun: You son of a bitch!

Kazutora: Don't talk about my mom that way!

Jun: I was talking about your dad!

Kazutora: Oh. Fair.

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Hase, to Furu: I've come to a realization that has gone against all of my beliefs, has shaken me to my core, and may do the same to you.

Hase: You're my friend.

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Boss: We all have our own problems...

Boss, gesturing to the Wing members: But these are mine.

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Boss: Oooooh, you had a crush on me?

Boss: That's embarrassing.

Koji: Dear, we're married.

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Drivers Ed Teacher, teaching Furu how to drive a vehicle other than a motobike: 'Kay kid, remember what I taught you.

Furu: Keep your seat belt on, and if you run someone over, make sure it's Kisaki?

Drivers Ed Teacher: You're gonna do great.

Links to: Red Jacket in the Mirror and incorrect previous quotes part 1 | part 2 :)

Masterlist

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incorrect quotes anon!! you're going to make me cry akljsdnalksjndalskjn TuT i've come back to read this so many times and I still laugh everytime <3

makes me so happy to see you in my inbox ;-; and the quotes? *chef's kiss perfection

i'm glad you like the doodles, and i drew more as well (because I wanted to + i hope you like them)!! thank you for loving the boys, hope you're having a good one!

ps. feel free to come talk to me anytime anon, sans incorrect quotes too!

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rocorambles · 4 years ago

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Curiosity Killed the Cat

Pairing: Kuroo x Bokuto x Daichi x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Threesome, Foursome, Degradation, Humiliation, Sex Toys, Bondage, Pet Play, Double Penetration, Triple Penetration, Dirty Talk, Gangbang, Orgy

Dating Kuroo is an adventure to say the least and you’re finally understanding what the saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’ truly means. You had always prided yourself on being open minded, always willing to try things at least once. But your boyfriend is really testing your limits, widening your horizons as he introduces you to toys you didn’t even know existed, coaxes you into positions and scenes you never thought you would enjoy as much as you do, drowns you in depths of pleasure you didn’t think was possible. Yet for all his roguish sly charm and wily ways, he’s careful to never overstep your boundaries, hazel eyes always carefully observing you, stopping and cradling you in strong arms even before you yourself have realized that you’re way over your head.

Maybe it’s silly and naive of you, but you trust him with your life. Maybe that’s why despite how surreal and overwhelming the word ‘threesome’ sounds, despite the way your head spins at the thought of being sandwiched between two bodies when Kuroo alone is enough to make you feel like you’re losing your mind, you hesitantly nod your head when he gently asks you about it.

You’re glad it’s Bokuto that Kuroo invites into your bedroom and you can’t help but feel like you’re being embraced by the sun itself as strong arms pin you down, a broad smile that warms your heart peering down at you, an energetic voice making you giggle as it hoots about how beautiful you are. And when both men finally bottom out inside of you, Bokuto capturing your lips in a passionate kiss as his cock stretches your dripping pussy, Kuroo nuzzling and sucking your neck in a way that has you gasping and distracted from the twinge of discomfort from your puckered hole, you can’t help but feel that there’s something ironically sweet and comforting about the new position you’re in, nothing crass or dirty about it despite all the negative connotations of having more than two bodies in a bed.

You can’t help but shake your head in amusement in between wanton moans as the two men you’re sandwiched between begin to playfully banter above your head as they continuously thrust into both your holes, squealing when they decide to use you to compete against each other, two sets of hands gripping your waist and hips tighter as they increase their pace, drool trickling from the side of your open mouth as your eyes roll back in your head, nails digging and clawing at the muscular shoulders and back of the professional athlete in front of you, head leaning back and resting against the toned chest of your boyfriend.

It feels good, maybe too good being stretched fuller than you’ve ever been before, being manhandled like a rag doll, unable to do much except lay there as your two partners move you up and down as they see fit. But there’s something comforting and grounding about the two warm bodies surrounding you and you stare transfixed, pussy tightening and more arousal making a mess between your legs as Bokuto and Kuroo hungrily lock lips, owl and cat fighting for dominance as they spill their seed inside of you, filling you to the brim, smirking at the way you can’t stop gazing at both of them in awe, teasing you about the way you’re clamping down on their cocks from their little show like a perverted little voyeur.

If you thought Kuroo and you were adventurous before, this is an entirely new realm of exploration and you deliriously wonder if you can ever go back, if you even want to go back to the way things were before as you’re brought to mind breaking pleasure over and over again, sometimes from two pairs of mouths, two cocks, two pairs of hands, a mix and match of any of the previous things, sometimes from toys when you’ve been especially naughty or when the men are feeling particularly sadistic as they tie you up and force you to watch as the two of them go at it, cruelly laughing at how pathetic you look, whining and begging to be included as your usually dominant boyfriend is moaning like a whore while Bokuto shoves him face down in the sheets and fucks him thoroughly, cumming from the sight of Kuroo teasingly slapping Bokuto’s ass as the owl-haired man whimpers and moans as he rides your boyfriend’s cock.

But when you meet Daichi, you wonder if there’s something seriously wrong with you.

You have an amazing, loving, and devoted boyfriend. You have a wonderful friend? Lover? Whatever Boktuo is to Kuroo and you these days. And yet you can’t help the stirring of desire that coils within you when you meet the officer your boyfriend has spoken so fondly of for the first time, unable to look away from the warm brown eyes and the charming smile, eyes constantly flickering down and gaping at thick thighs, only being dragged to reality by Kuroo calling your name, guilt eating away at you every time hazel eyes affectionately look at you.

Were you that selfish? That desperate? One man...two men weren’t enough for you?

This shouldn’t be your reaction to meeting Sawamura Daichi, your boyfriend’s ex-lover and friend with benefits. You should be friendly, but apathetic at best, maybe even jealous and cold at worst. But you definitely shouldn’t be attracted to the man sitting beside you and engaging you in polite conversation. You definitely shouldn’t be so quick to understand exactly why Kuroo had fallen into bed with the brunette.

Unknown to you, feline eyes regard the scene in front of him in interest and a hint of satisfaction and surprise. Kuroo had been nervous about the two of you meeting, feeling unsure about even keeping up his friendship with the ex-Karasuno captain when he started dating you, never wanting you to ever have a reason to feel insecure or doubt his loyalty to you. But you had been so quick to reassure him, so understanding, so trusting when he had told you everything about his past relationship with Daichi, about how the two of them are still close friends. And he remembers to this day how you laughed in his face, pinching his lips together to silence him before flicking him on the forehead and telling him he could be friends with whoever he wants.

“I trust you, Tetsurou. Plus, if you did cheat on me, it’s not me you’d have to worry about. Good luck dealing with an angry Bokuto.”

He knows you had been genuine, but he had still expected some level of discomfort when you met Daichi. After all, he imagines meeting your significant other’s ex-lover is an uncomfortable situation to be in for even someone with the kindest of hearts. But he certainly hadn’t expected that familiar spark in your eyes when you shook Daichi’s hand and he definitely hadn’t expected to see that interest returned in brown eyes that trailed and lingered on your face, your body throughout the night.

Kuroo doesn’t believe in soulmates, but he thinks that you might just be the closest thing to it.

Daichi stiffens when a familiar lean figure corners him in a secluded hallway, a scowl already forming on his face as he prepares to combat Kuroo’s typical snarky comments. But he’s speechless, unable to form words from a suddenly dry throat.

“She’s pretty isn’t she? I noticed how you couldn’t stop staring at her all night.”

An apology is already on the tip of the officer’s tongue, shame swirling deep in Daichi’s guts at being caught, for not being able to better control his wandering gaze. But he sputters at Kuroo’s next words.

“She’s even prettier in bed. Bokuto can attest to that. Come join us and see for yourself.”

Daichi’s always thought of himself as an upright citizen, a morally sound human being. But even when they were younger, Kuroo had always managed to make him question just how straight laced he actually is. And he’s quickly realizing that even now, even almost an entire decade later, Kuroo hasn’t lost any of his persuasive sway over him.

There’s something incredibly strange about discussing having a sexual experience with your ex-lover’s new significant other, especially when it’s being done behind said significant other’s back and especially when it’s being brought up because you couldn’t stop staring at said significant other like a lecherous geezer. And Daichi is trying to shut down the idea before Kuroo can say anything else, trying to shove the taller male away to escape the stifling atmosphere.

But Kuroo’s always managed to get his way and his claws are out, already digging too far in Daichi’s soft feathery flesh for the crow to truly fly away.

“Your interest isn’t one-sided, Sawamura. Think about it.”

And Daichi does think about it, brown eyes staring up at his ceiling as he lays in bed, remembering every word the two of you exchanged, recalling every detail of your face, cursing himself for how weak-willed he is as he picks up his phone from his nightstand, swiftly sending the message before he can second guess himself anymore.

“I’m down.”

It’s just another typical night for the three of you and you moan on all fours, Kuroo’s hand twisted in your hair, forcing you all the way down on his cock until your nose brushes against his lower abdomen, tears streaming from your eyes as Bokuto’s calloused hands tightly hold your hips as he continuously slams into you from behind, making the bell attached to your pretty pink collar chime in a lewd melody. But there’s a brief pause as the doorbell rings and you gasp for breath, drool dripping from your mouth when Kuroo releases his hold on you, peering curiously in the direction of the front entrance as the ringing continues before quickly pulling on a pair of discarded sweatpants and exiting the bedroom, checking the source of the interruption.

The momentary distraction has you forgetting exactly what position you’re in, but you’re abruptly reminded that you’re not alone when strong hands haul you up until your back is pressed flush against a hard chest, one hand sliding towards your front, rolling one of your perky nipples between its fingers, the other hand gripping your waist and anchoring you as the cock inside of you resumes its relentless pace, gravity forcing the shaft even deeper inside of you as you have no choice but to completely bottom out with every bounce.

The flames inside of you are beginning to grow and build into a raging inferno as you’re driven closer and closer to a release and you can’t think of anything else except the huge cock inside of you, the deep grunts of the man behind you. But you let out a panicked whimper, nails clawing at Bokuto to slow down, stop, eyes going wide in disbelief when Daichi enters the room, followed closely by your boyfriend.

You feel so vulnerable as brown eyes gape at your tear and drool stained face, the rise and fall of your breasts, the way your lower half is lewdly connected and breached by the cock inside of it and you instinctively move your arms to cover yourself, only to whine when Bokuto’s hands firmly hold your arms to your side, admonishing you with a thrust of his hips. And Daichi thinks he might be drooling when he hears the instinctive moan you let out from the action.

It’s Kuroo who breaks the tense silence and your attention immediately snaps towards him when his comforting and familiar voice fills the room.

“I saw the way you two looked at each other that night you met.”

There’s already a protest and denial ready to pour from your mouth, but you obediently stay silent at the sharp look hazel eyes pin you with.

“I’m willing to let you two get to know each other better. But only if you want to, kitten.”

Your heart warms at the way his voice softens, hazel eyes peering into your soul, searching for any hesitation, fear, doubts, anything that would have him immediately ushering Daichi out. You’re still a bit apprehensive, nervous, but...You can’t deny the heat growing inside of you as brown eyes darken at the sight of you, as you’re unable to tear your eyes away from the growing bulge between those deliciously muscular thighs. And Kuroo laughs.

“Well, I’ll consider that a yes from you. I’d ask if you’re sure about this too, Sawamura, but considering this, I’m going to take that as a yes too.”

Daichi growls when Kuroo teasingly reaches down to palm the officer’s growing erection and your thighs clench at the sight of your boyfriend being forced into submission as Daichi’s hand grab him by the back of his unruly hair, eliciting a broken whine when the cat-like man is forced to submissively bare his neck as his head is forced back.

“Keep on running that mouth of yours and it’s you I’m going to be collaring and leashing tonight.”

You’re not opposed to the idea and you almost have half a mind to goad Daichi into following through with his threat. But suddenly brown eyes are back on you and you gulp as Daichi grabs the leash in Kuroo’s hand before stalking slowly towards you, obediently staying still and preening with pride as he gently cups your face and softly tells you how beautiful and well behaved you are, mewling in contentment when he attaches the leash to your collar.

Bokuto whines at being ignored, but golden eyes swoop onto your boyfriend who’s tugging his sweatpants back off and reaching for a bottle of lube as he winks at your athletic lover. And before you can even register what’s happening, Daichi and Bokuto are carefully lifting you up and now it’s your turn to pout at the empty feeling inside of you as Bokuto bounds towards the messy haired man who’s panting as he works a slick covered finger into his tight puckered hole.

But you’re not left to wallow for long when a sharp tug of your collar has you gasping and staring wide eyed at the man in front of you.

“Present for me, beautiful.”

The combination of the praise and authoritarian tone to his voice has you diving back down on the bed and you lay your upper body on the soft surface, arching your back more than usual, wiggling your hips in an enticing manner as Daichi draws near. But you yelp as a heavy hand sharply smacks your ass.

“I said to present, not be a fucking tease.”

You whimper, slightly unsure as you instantly still, so used to Bokuto and Kuroo always letting you get away with your cheekiness. But you sink into the warm touch as Daichi soothingly traces the curve of your spine, eager to please as his fingertips explore every inch of you, reaching beneath you to playfully tweak your nipples as he litters your back and neck with soft butterfly kisses, wrapping his body over yours as he grinds his hardening cock against your dripping hole.

Patience has never been your strong suit and despite how hard you try to stay put and let Daichi explore and map your body, you can’t help the desperate whimper and insistent swivel of your ass as you try to match his rhythm, meet every one of his controlled and shallow thrusts in a wordless plea for more. And you’re swiftly punished with a harsh pinch and twist of your sensitive nubs, squealing at the jolt of pain as teeth bite down on your neck.

“Fine. You want it that badly? I’ll give it to you. But don’t cry when it’s too much for you.”

You loudly wail when you’re suddenly being slammed into, nails clawing at your bedsheets as you try to find purchase, teeth biting down on the pillow below your head to ground yourself even just a tiny bit. But even that’s taken away from you and you let out a high-pitched keen as Daichi pulls on your leash, forcing your head to lift up and arch, forcing your jaw to drop open in a silent perpetual gasp as you suck in as much air as you can with leather digging into your neck.

“Let me hear how much you like it.”

It should be embarrassing, humiliating, falling apart so easily underneath a man who’s pretty much a stranger to you, who’s only had his hands on you for minutes, but it’s hard to feel shame when all you can register is the way he deliciously spreads you open, ruthlessly plundering you in a way that makes you feel owned, that makes your breasts bounce with every thrust, the tightness around your throat just more proof of how far you’ve let yourself fall. And Daichi smirks at the way your broken cries echo throughout the room, a wanton blabbering chant of “yes, like it so much, thank you” slipping past your lips

“God, you’re an even bigger slut than your boyfriend and that’s saying something.”

The reminder that it’s not just the two of you in the room has you blearily turning to look in the direction of your other two lovers and you moan at the sight of a white sticky trail leaking out of Kuroo’s ass, Bokuto’s large hand wrapped around both their cocks as he slowly strokes them back to life despite both of them having already cum, cocks already beginning to harden once more at the debauched image you make.

Daichi snorts at how hungry gold eyes ravenously stare at both of you.

“I see that you’re still as insatiable as ever, Bokuto. Our pretty girl does have two other holes you can use.”

That’s all the encouragement the owl-like man needs and you let yourself be maneuvered like a doll, moaning as you slip back down on Daichi’s cock, sloppily kissing the cop who’s now laying underneath you, finding comfort in the intimate connection as Bokuto slowly works your puckered hole open, focusing on Daichi’s hand gently drawing soothing designs on your back and your sides as one finger becomes two becomes three before the head of the athlete’s cock nudges at your fluttering entrance.

Daichi deepens your kiss, entangling his tongue with yours as he swallows your cry of discomfort as Bokuto slowly pushes, pushes, and pushes. It’s so much and you’re panting, heart racing when he finally bottoms out, mind going blank from the overwhelming fullness of being double stuffed, but you let the men lull you into a sense of security as Bokuto coos praises into your ears, softly kissing your nape and your back, as Daichi continues tasting your mouth, your lips, neither of them moving despite how tempting your tightness and heat are, letting you adjust.

But they share an amused smile when you finally shake their gentle touches off, snapping a bratty demand to get on with it at both of them, smirking when both men hiss when you teasingly tighten around both of them.

They’re quick to wipe that smug expression off your face and it’s their turn to smirk at you as you begin babbling incoherently, delirious pleasure making it hard for you to do anything except lay there as both your holes are ravaged. And Daichi stares in awe and pride at how destroyed you look, eyes rolling back and jaw hanging open as you slump down on top of him, only Bokuto’s strong arms keeping your hips lifted as both men continue thrusting in and out of you.

“Oya, oya? You’re so noisy, kitten. That’s very rude to our neighbors. Let me help you quiet down.”

Kuroo grabs the forgotten leash from the bed, hauling your head up as he wraps the material in his hand until your eye level with his cock, his other hand twisting in your hair and keeping you still as he rubs his pre-cum and length all over your face, mockingly laughing as your tongue instinctively lolls out to taste the delicious treat.

“Look at you. You really are just a silly pet, aren’t you? Open wide. I’ll give you your treat.”

Daichi and Bokuto groan at the sight of your drooling mouth being stretched and shoved down Kuroo’s cock, not even a hint of resistance as your boyfriend pushes you down further and further until your nose presses against his groin, barely letting you adjust before he sharply snaps his hips and laughs at how the three of you let out a chorus of moans from the way your ass and pussy tighten from having your mouth fucked.

“We’re going to use and fuck every one of your holes, kitten. And we’re not stopping until every hole is stuffed full of cum and we’re all satisfied. Understand?”

You don’t even get to garble a muffled answer around the cock inside your mouth before all three men are raring back to action and you really do feel like nothing but holes for cocks as all your holes are plundered, nothing controlled or in sync about any of their rhythms as they use you as a means to chase their own highs. But there’s something intoxicating about relinquishing all control, being used however they deem fit, focusing on the heady sensations of being completely full, and you can feel a familiar coil twisting and turning inside of you, can feel a telltale trembling in your thighs as the feeling grows and grows.

None of this goes unnoticed by hazel eyes staring down at you and Kuroo smiles as he reaches down to tweak one of your nipples, patronizingly petting your head as you convulse and shatter to pieces before resuming the snapping of his hips. Your twitching walls are all Daichi needs to join you in post-coital bliss and he snaps up one last time, emptying his balls inside of you before lazily sinking back down onto the rumpled sheets, holding your overstimulated writhing body in place as Bokuto and Kuroo continue their joint assault.

But it’s game over when the brunette slips a hand between your sweaty bodies, rubbing and playing with your clit in a way that has you seeing stars and wantonly shaking your hips and moaning as pleasure once again mixes in with the overwhelming sensations and Bokuto’s hands dig into your skin as he bottoms out inside of you, biting down on your shoulder as he fills you with thick white spurts, adding to the mess between your legs when he pulls out.

And now it’s just Kuroo and you and hazel eyes adoringly watch as you practically hump Daichi’s hand as his fingers coax another orgasm from you, throwing his own head back in pleasure as your moans vibrate against his cock when Bokuto’s hands find their way back to your breasts, rolling the perky sensitive buds between calloused fingertips once again. But he grits his teeth and waits as his rhythm becomes uneven, as his thrusts become more shallow, hazel eyes watching and waiting, watching and waiting, watching and-

He immediately pulls out of your mouth with a lewd pop as you’re forced to another peak, mouth opening wide in a silent scream, body twitching and spasming violently. And that’s all he needs to join you over the edge, moaning as he paints your face white, basking in the glow of his release as he takes in your glorious ruined state, something oddly warm and endearing swirling inside of him at the way Daichi and Bokuto are quick to cradle your exhausted body in their arms and lather you with praise and affection as he goes to draw a bath for you.

It’s crowded in your bed that night, the queen sized bed not meant to hold four full grown adults, and yet, as the four of you drift off into a peaceful exhausted slumber, bodies squished against each other, limbs sprawled all over the place, the natural joint body heat borderline suffocating, you can’t help but think that it somehow feels just right.

#haikyuu smut #kuroo x reader #daichi x reader #bokuto x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #kuroo smut #daichi smut #bokuto smut #Kuroo Tetsurou #sawamura daichi #Bokuto Koutarou

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Absolute Zero by jitterati

Pathologically solitary academic Chu Wanning left behind a life of research to enlist with the Pan-Pacific Defense Corps Jaeger team when giant monsters began to emerge from the Pacific ocean, eager to leave his personal entanglements behind him and join humanity's collective battle against the threat of extinction.

His goal is to build an artificial intelligence that will allow a pilot to operate a Jaeger mech solo - eliminating the need for pilot compatibility and the mortifying ordeal of being totally known by another person, a "neurological handshake" known colloquially as the drift.

He didn't expect his former students to follow him all the way to front line of the war against the kaiju.

Featuring lots of side character interaction, pining, yearning, questions on the nature of personhood, friendship between jerks, people coping badly with loss, snarky AI, and giant robots. Illustrations by Saika & Daru

Husky and his White Kitten Disciple by JustAMoon123

Within a lonely heart, the seeds of hatred start to grow.

-A 2ha Age and Role-Reversal AU.-

NOTE: This Story is Now E Rated!

[Before meeting Chu Wanning, Mo Ran had drawn his power exclusively from the Wood side of his dual Spiritual Root, and his Qi had always glowed green.

Now, only when in battle did it do so, with Bugui’s blade encased in a tyrannical green light.

Outside of battle, like when he set barriers of warmth; or made Crystal Butterflies to tease golden flowers; or cast a small array to keep a box of food warm, his Qi manifested with a gentle red glow.

Mo Ran’s Wood was destructive, while his Fire was protective.

Ah, Mo Weiyu, Mo Weiyu. Even your power betrays you.]

Burn, Pine, and Perish by moonqueenmaia

It’s been two days since Taxian-Jun’s last visit, and Mo Ran hasn’t touched Chu Wanning at all, beyond gentle and fleeting caresses. Chu Wanning decides to take matters into his own hands by surprising Mo Ran when he comes back to their home after a trip down the mountain.

it's no coincidence (it's a kitty-incidence) by lanzhan (gothguk)

There’s a white cat lounging in the middle of Mo Ran's bed.

to touch you with bare hands (even if it burns) by moonqueenmaia

Chu Wanning is a renowned professor of mechanical engineering at Sisheng Peak University. Beautiful, lonely, and talented beyond belief, he has spent his 32 years mostly by himself, silently and secretly yearning for affection and companionship. Yet Chu Wanning has resolved to himself that he will spend the rest of his life alone, no matter his hidden fantasies.

Enter Taxian-jun, an unruly, arrogant, and struggling student, fiery and domineering, who comes in and shatters the calm of Chu Wanning's life. They enter into an agreement, both burying their feelings underneath a storm of lust and lies. Yet amidst it all, something deeper may be helplessly and slowly blooming.

It is up to them to cultivate it, or destroy it for good.

cursed by devilsoupe

Chu Wanning and his disciples are sent to investigate an abandoned village, and Chu Wanning is hit with a curse.

Mo Ran was determined to treat his shizun respectfully in this life, but what choice does he have?

liar liar cock on fire by lofikv

I (32M) walked in on my roommate (23M) masturbating in our living room. Ever since then I couldn't erase the image of his penis in my mind but I found a sex toy online that is almost as big as him, so I bought it and tried it on myself so that I can imagine how he would feel inside me. I have also been romantically attracted to him ever since we started living together. How can I cope with this?

UPDATE: He caught me in the middle of an emergency.

(Absolute) Unit 311 by devilsoupe

Chu Wanning doesn't have a soulmark.

Neither does Mo Ran.

ducks entering highway by Sectionladvivi

Mo Ran finds out his well-respected, MILF-coded, tears-of-angels-tight-ass robotics professor moonlights as an erotic novelist. He immediately leverages this knowledge for an opportunity to play tonsil hockey.

to yearn by devilsoupe

Chu Wanning starts to cough up flowers. Taxian-Jun is angry. Chu Wanning is not allowed to die pining for someone else.

When it starts happening again in his second life, Mo Ran knows enough to worry.

from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom by Wildehack (tyleet)

Taxian Jun is the victim of a flower curse.

sticky fingers by fakeplasticlily

The man tosses the towel unceremoniously back at Mo Ran’s chest, like he’s personally offended by it. And the fact that his hands had just been all over said chest barely minutes earlier, maybe. “Please pack a box of egg tarts with extra custard filling, a box of red bean paste buns with extra syrup, a rice pudding with extra candied fruit garnish, and a box of osmanthus cakes with extra sweet pear jam.” Mo Ran’s eyes grow progressively wider as he lists the items. It’s him. Not the suburban mother of four, not the elderly guy dealing with a midlife crisis, but quite possibly the hottest guy he’s ever seen. Who also happens to have the highest sugar tolerance Mo Ran has seen in a human being in his two years of running this bakery.

Hard to Love The Lonely Night by bloodsongs

Chu Wanning glares up at him, adjusting his women’s robes. “Still, why couldn’t you have been the wife instead?”

Coughing politely, Mo Ran looks to the side, avoiding his gaze. “Shizun’s skills with the illusion barrier far surpass this humble disciple’s, and, well…”

He doesn’t need to complete his sentence—it’s infuriating, but Mo Ran is now taller than him, broader than him, larger than him. Very much so. The young sapling he raised in Sisheng Peak is now a full-fledged tree, a man built like the mountains Chu Wanning has seen in his travels.

Chu Wanning and Mo Ran pretend to be a married couple visiting a small mountain town to investigate some suspicious disappearances. Mini Canon AU casefic. Contains spoilers up to Chapter 130 or so of the novel.

Purple Ink by jeejaschocolate

Chu Wanning is a robotics engineer who lives a life of isolation and loneliness, only partially due to his chronic illness. Eventually he gets so sick that he requires the help of a full-time medical assistant.

Of course, these days, all those jobs are given to CyberLife androids.

Chu Wanning resents the android they give him. From his fiery eyes to his long black hair, to his incomparable tenderness and consideration for Wanning’s feelings.

He resents him. All the way until he falls in love with him.

Fallen Flowers in Swallows' Nests by bloodsongs

You deserve better—I refuse to disrespect you ever again. I want to be better. I must be better.

But I don’t know how. I don’t know what to do.

I don’t know where Taxian-Jun ends and Mo-Zongshi begins.

I only know now that I cannot lie to myself: I want you so fiercely that I burn with it, I am consumed with the desire to make you mine and mine alone. To become one with you, feeling your fire twine with mine.

Or, Chu Wanning finds letters from Mo-Zongshi that were never shared with him.

These hitherto undiscovered letters cover a range of emotions that weren't present in the book he gifted his Shizun: contrition, yearning, and desire.

Counterpoint by senchafloat

Five years ago, Mo Ran was just a boy who loved playing piano—there were many things he didn't know. He didn't know how capricious and unforgiving the world of classical music could be. He didn't know just how lucky he was to have Chu Wanning as his teacher.

Five years later, Chu Wanning is now a renowned concert pianist, and Mo Ran is an upstart conducting student. When Chu Wanning shows up unannounced at his alma mater, Mo Ran has plenty of questions, along with a desire to prove his worth to his old teacher. But as it turns out, Chu Wanning isn't as invincible as he once seemed. As old secrets come up to the surface, the two of them are forced to reinvent the ways they'll make music together.

impatient to adore you by riverdanceeee

At some heartbreaking point in his life, Mo Ran accepted that Chu Wanning would never reciprocate his feelings, so he dealt with it as any other person would. He'd rid himself of his affection, respect their friendship, and learn to move on. But Mo Ran's affection runs too deep, and when any opportunity to spend time with Chu Wanning knocks on his door, he goes running to answer and accept. Even if it means he has to break up a potentially dangerous dog fighting ring.

To Bow Before A Willow Vine by bloodsongs

“I…” Mo Ran hadn’t thought that far. He shakes his head, lowering his head in deference, resting his forehead against Chu Wanning’s knuckles. "I'll do anything you want of me."

The silence stretches on for a beat too long.

"Anything?" Chu Wanning says eventually, tilting his head.

Written for 2Ha Week, Day 4: Reverse AU for the 0.5 timeline. When Chu Wanning storms Sisheng Peak and crowns himself the cultivation world's new emperor, Mo Ran trades his life for Xue Meng's. Contains spoilers for up to the end of the novel.

Call me by my name by rinsled05

When the man called Taxian-Jun arrives, years later, it’s the coming of a storm.

He sweeps into a dinner appointment between Chu Wanning and a client, clad in black, a smirk tugging at his mouth. Over the spark of irritation, Chu Wanning can’t help but admire his lean frame, the way his hair, cut rebelliously short, falls over smoldering, dark eyes. The way he towers over him, even when Chu Wanning rises to full height.

Chu Wanning’s heart races as Taxian-Jun leans in close, ignoring the shouts and gasps around them.

“Sakaki of Ran,” he purrs in their native tongue. “You’re mine.”

Chu Wanning lifts his chin. “I don’t know you.”

“You will,” Taxian-Jun says, and leaves.

In which Chu Wanning is a courtesan serving Chinese merchants in Nagasaki, Japan, and Taxian-Jun decides to make him his.

荷官牌型 ♠️ The Croupier's Hand by bloodsongs

In deep financial straits after losing his job as a teacher, a desperate Chu Wanning becomes a croupier at Sisheng's new casino.

The once sleepy town of Sisheng Peak grows busier by the day as the casino draws more and more tourists to their mountains. Consumed by his lingering regrets over the worst mistake of his life that destroyed his teaching career, Chu Wanning is too distracted to worry about anything else but his next shift, his next paycheck.

Except that's when Mo Ran, the reason Chu Wanning lost everything, returns to Sisheng Peak.

As the heir to the casino.

White Rabbit Club by minkit

Desperate to rid himself of a few pesky things called virginity and desire, Chu Wanning waltzes into a world he knows little about and right into the embrace of a mysterious stranger who reminds him of the student he's been dreaming about all year. The lust fueled dreams his student stars in are the very reason Chu Wanning applied to the sex club in the first place, and now he's desperate to get rid of these filthy impulses once and for all.

Congratulations, Chu Wanning, on your acceptance into the White Rabbit Club. We hope you enjoy your stay.

Risk and Restraint by purloinedinpetrograd

There is nobody Mo Ran works with who does not love him. He’s worked hard to cultivate this image while he climbs the corporate ladder at Sisheng, and it’s paid off in dividends. He’s in every WeChat group. He can call in favors with any division of any department. He can make even the tightest of deadlines relax their stranglehold on his team.

That is, there is nobody except, of course, Chu Wanning.

A Lingering Sweetness by theherocomplex

Chu Wanning is now all too aware of what he looks like: a dry stick of a man, never handsome, angular and cold and pale. A drab, short-tempered creature, as appealing as a splinter in one's foot. But Mo Ran looks at him as if he will never get his fill, and part of Chu Wanning thinks, What if —?

At the end of the line by PearlAquaBlue

“So … I reckon someone thought you needed to loosen up a little bit. Now that you’re here, want to try it?”

Chu Wanning hangs up. Throws her phone on her pillow with a disgusted glare after it. Stands up and paces to the kitchen in long, angry strides. Her cheeks are burning. With trembling fingers, she grabs a glass and pours herself some water, gulping it down in one go. It doesn’t help much. She grips the kitchen counter tightly, then marches back into the bedroom to glare at the phone again. Her fingertips itch, and it’s as if some kind of magnetic force draws her closer and closer to her bed until her fingertips are but an inch away from that tempting black mirror. Before she knows it, she’s unlocked it unsteadily and pressed “repeat” on the last call.

“Welcome to Sisheng Peak – ”

“And what would that entail?” she asks, a little too breathless.

Let's Fall in Love for the Night by purloinedinpetrograd

Chu Wanning could only stare in horror as a large cloud of sickeningly yellow pollen rose from the field, blanketing the place where Mo Ran stood in a heavy fog. “Um,” he said lamely.

“Fuck,” Mo Ran cursed, and Chu Wanning didn’t even have the heart to chastise him for his coarse language, because he was too preoccupied wrestling the surge of fear at seeing his disciple disappear behind the haze of that indeterminately threatening dust.

A million terrible possibilities raced through his mind, each one more dramatic and gruesome than the last. His heart hammered against his ribcage, threatening to crack the bones. “Mo Ran,” he said slowly, “I think you should tell me what that does, now.”

Xue Zhengyong sends Chu Wanning and Mo Ran on a mission to find a specific ingredient for some concoction of his wife’s. Chu Wanning is torn between rejoicing at the chance to spend time alone with Mo Ran... and grieving over the very same thing.

But, well, it’s just flowers. What could go wrong, right? (Spoiler alert: it’s sex pollen.)

the day dawns in your hues by localshabba

2ha Week 2020 Day 1 prompt - Haitang

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Schoolteacher Mo Ran is having an ordinary day until he has an awkward encounter with the notoriously rigid school librarian, which leads to the start of something new.

Also features: flowers, dinosaurs and lots of tenderness and pining.

helping hands by verity

When Mo Ran was but a young, innocent, virtuous grad student—well, one of those things—she built that couch from a flatpack box with her own two hands. Over the years, the smell of polyester and cheap foam padding has given way to an equally aromatic blend of Chu Wanning's haitang blossom perfume, spilled coffee, and white lithium grease. Chu Wanning herself is always perfectly dressed without a stain in sight. Even right now, her head tucked onto one folded arm, the other loosely gripping her tablet, she looks so formal.

Mo Ran gently rests a hand on Chu Wanning's socked ankle where it peeks out of those tailored white trousers. She really should behave herself.

She really should... behave herself...

in plain sight by localshabba

Written for a prompt fill in the 2ha Kink Meme.

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"I have a surprise," Mo Ran breathed, coming to stand so close behind him that his breath landed on Chu Wanning's nape. Not touching Chu Wanning any other way, because he likes to make Chu Wanning lean back just a little bit, to seek out that contact himself.

"I think Chu-laoshi will enjoy it."

Chu Wanning is sure he agreed to the whole idea; he's just unclear on when. Things got hazy around the point when Mo Ran turned him around by the shoulders, got down on his knees and...well. Apparently he'd skipped breakfast that morning.

When he returned to his senses, his clothes were all neatly tucked into place, not a stain on them, and a charmingly pink sexual aid was nestled comfortably up his--ahem, inside him.

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Now available in Spanish!

casually acquainted by tagteamme

Chu Wanning knows what he is and what he isn’t. And where he lacks in pleasantries and outward appeal, he makes up for in untouchable grace and dignity.

It threatens to unravel once he meets a familiar face in an unfamiliar city.

“So quick to run away from me, Chu-laoshi,” Mo Ran says, voice gently teasing as Chu Wanning refuses to make eye contact with him. “After you came all the way from…”

He trails off, waiting for Chu Wanning to let him know, but he sees the map open on Chu Wanning’s phone and grins wider. “You want directions?”

Chu Wanning clears his throat, and shakes his head. He should say something— instead, he stays silent as he looks down at his phone and punches in the hotel name again.

Happily, his phone tells him to try again when he has signal.

The Right Hand of Light by gedsparrowhawk (FaceChanger)

Chu Wanning is asleep on the bed, clutching his hands tightly to his chest and curled in on himself. He’s still wearing the same robes he was in in the water prison. On the writing desk, a bowl of water and clean linen for bandages sit untouched, and a tub of bathwater has cooled without being used. Mo Ran sighs to himself. Wanning is truly hopeless.

He sits on the side of the bed and touches Chu Wanning’s shoulder. “Wanning,” he says. “Wanning, wake up.”

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Rare 0.5 tenderness, after the water prison.

nothing can consume you by tagteamme

Mo Ran’s violent history has never had to catch up to him.

It’s already embedded itself into him as scars on his body, as a tattoo on his forearm, as the lingering taste of blood in his sleep and finally, as the searing brand pressed against his chest before he’s thrown into the sea as punishment. He knows that this is where all his chances come to an end.

But as the deep fathom of the water swallows him up, something else saves him and pulls him to a tiny cove tucked away off the coast of an overlooked port town. When he wakes up under the care of a mythical creature wearing a familiar face, an even older and more distant past finally finds him.

#ranwan #2ha #erha #chu wanning #mo ran #2ha recs #fic recs #2ha spoilers

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