#I think it's the 'you should try it' that does it. he could have said 'you might like it' or 'it's my favourite' or something

[sp0o0kylights]

Sometimes I think of a Steve Harrington that is absolutely exhausted by all the horror and bullshit and trying to keep the kids alive through said horror and bullshit, who watches Eddie rock up to him at the beginning of S4 with a dead eyed, flat stare.

"Steeeeve Harrington." Eddie taunts and peacocks and twirls around him, and all Steve wanted was for a couple months to process the trauma, maybe feel safe enough to start thinking about the future instead of stuck in a never ending anxiety loop of what might happen to Dumbass Near-Deatherson, should Steve go to college or move out of Hawkins (bc all the bad nicknames in the world won't erase the fact that Dustin's family, now. They're all family. And when they need help, they go to Steve.) and now he's suffering the unjust ordeal of being haunted by the high school drug dealer.

"His highness has come down from his castle!" Munson will crow, making a show out of Steve picking up the kids like this is a great battle of wits, a scoreboard between them and not like Steve is half dead on his feet, head aching, dreams full of too many teeth. "Quickly hide behind me, he'll try to cut off your heads!"

"Wouldn't he just cut yours off too?" Lucas asked, though the tone was slightly timid, Sinclair unsure if his joke would be well recieved.

(Steve doesn't care if the kid outright insults him. He still recalls the junkyard, the fight with Billy, the blood staining the kid's headband. Lucas lived, therefore, he can be a shit if wants.)

"Mine? Oh, the King wouldn't dare." Munson tosses his head, full of cartoon energy, too big for his body and grin both. "Many have tried you see, but no one had ever succeeded!"

Steve, equally, does not give a single shit that Eddie Munson has decided to play these games with him--until he realizes he's maybe been a little too exhausted and depressed and morose around the kids.

Watches them getting worried over him, whispering urgently and making dramatic gestures and talking to Robin and suddenly, playing a little tug of war over them the way Munson seems to want feels like a good idea. A way to hide all the rough edges, a way to be fine so they can be fine.

"How about you guys skip the dork brigade tonight," Steve taunts back the next time they're all together, standing like the man he used to be, wearing a dead personality. "And we go do something actually fun instead?"

Eddie laughs, lights up, is all too happy to match him tit for tat, and it's so easy to fake this kind of interaction, rolling his eyes and snapping his gum. Steve could match this energy in his sleep, and never once does Munson catch on that Steve's not doing this for him.

That he's not even looking at him half the time, eyes askew, locked on the kids. Seeing them relax as he banters, seeing Dustin glow as he returns to his favorite position, being the center of attention.

So long as they think he's okay, Steve will be okay. If that means putting up with Munson, then so be it.

Its not like he'll catch on.

Eddie doesnt.

(Or rather, he does--but Its months and several deaths later, when they're in the RV, chasing what feels like literal demons, does it dawn on Eddie what Steve is doing.

Has been doing, the whole time.

Steve, sassy, ridiculous, jock- brained Steve makes the mistake of doing it again, using the same trick he had on the kids to convince them he was fine on Eddie. To further convince Eddie that they were fine as a group.

That they'll survive, they'll figure it out, they'll make it.

Loudly bantering with dead eyes, smiling with a mouth robotically locked in. Jokes on jokes on jokes and all of them making the kids take their minds off VecnaHenryOne to screech ineffectively at their babysitter. Winks tossed to the girls, who both roll their eyed at him. A sly look given to Eddie, to include him.

Its then, that Eddie decides to cement his life with Steve's. Because this loyal bastard of a paladin is too good hearted to die, too protective to not try it anyway. The idiot is cutting himself to ribbons to tie them all together and Eddie can't undo the damage but he can grab all the pieces he can, loop them together.

He can make those dead eyes light up again.

And he does.

This time when things are over Steve finds himself unable to pull those little tricks of his. Every time he slides the mask over his face Eddie rips it right back off again.

They fight, a lot, until they start kissing instead and for a while that also, somehow, feels like fighting but Eddie's real good at this. The emotional part, not so much the kissing, but he knows how to draw Steve out. How to break down walls, and annoying his real personality out.

The kissing was just an odd little side benefit.

A thing they don't talk about.

There's a benefit to it, one he doesn't look very hard into, until strangely, one day, Eddie wakes with Steve's head pillowed on his shoulder and comes to the abrupt conclusion that he's screwed.

Or so he thinks--until bright, loving eyes blink awake, and turn on him, and Eddie realizes just how long it's been since they looked dead.

He wonders, vaguely, how long it'll take for Steve to catch on, that this just got serious.

Will laugh at himself when he learns that Steve already knew.

Guess that's what he gets for finally paying attention.)

[lightseoul]

a/n. currently watching single's inferno s4 and this is how it's going. inspired by that exchange between dong ho and a rin. specifically, dong ho's smile during. what the hell am i talking about. (0.9k)

“you really didn’t have to drive me all the way here, you know.”

you plop down on the spot right next to bakugou, who wordlessly takes the mug of tea you’re offering with a half-hearted glare.

“then decline the next time,” is his snarky retort.

you playfully roll your eyes, burrowing further into the plush cushion of your sofa beneath you, hands cupping your own beverage. “you say that as if you’ll let me commute this late.”

a tsk. “it’s called having a heart of gold, you idiot.”

you hum noncommittally, gaze fixed on the tv in front of you. “camie sure does think you have one, huh?”

when he doesn’t say anything for a beat, you chance a peek at the man, and sure enough, he’s looking at you like you just shat yourself. “hah?”

“camie?” you repeat, hoping the creeping embarrassment isn’t showing on your face. “the girl who—”

“i know who she is,” he spews defensively, before raising an eyebrow. “what about her?”

“you seem to go way back, based on how she regarded you tonight,” you quickly explain.

he stares at you for a second, as if trying to figure out why the hell you’re talking about utsushimi camie of all people, ultimately settling with a lazy shrug. “i guess? we ran into each other a few times back in ua.”

and when you don’t immediately respond: “why?”

“nothing,” you supply, before: “i mean, i could tell she’s generally a bubbly and outgoing person just from dinner, but the way she behaved around you was…how should i say—different, i guess?”

the pro-hero lets out a grunt, which is bakugou katsuki for keep going.

so you do. “for one, she seemed eager to sit beside you, even though yoarashi-san was the one to arrange the hangout, and i think you mentioned in passing once that she thinks shouto’s attractive.”

unsurprisingly, that grants you a side-eye. you backtrack.

“not that a girl wanting to sit beside you is unfathomable, but—”

“the fuck are you getting at, dumbass?”

you huff. “i’ll get there if you just let me talk!”

he shoots you another glare, before tossing you a curt nod. “fine.”

you fight back the urge to punch his arm. “as i was saying,” you enunciate, “there was something…remarkable about how she was acting.”

“how so?”

you ponder for a moment, not minding how the question just now was too sarcastic for your taste. “well, i didn’t really see her arrive because i was at the restroom, but she seemed to deflate when i came back and took my seat beside you. almost as if she was eyeing the spot.”

“you’re fucking imagining things.”

“okay, gaslighter. anyway, it wasn’t just that. her mood went back up a notch when you introduced me—so reluctantly it was embarrassing, by the way—as your best friend.”

he scoffs. “you’re the one who tagged along.”

“shouto invited me, you dickhead.” you frown, “when he called you this afternoon and i said hi, remember? he said you could bring me with you.”

“he was just being polite, that pretty boy.”

“and you’re being a fucking downer,” you quip, before crossing your arms in front of your chest like a petulant child. “i don’t know what camie sees in you.”

“hah?”

“see?” you exclaim, flinging your arms in frustration, “you’re not getting it because you’re not letting me finish. i have no idea how you didn’t notice, but her body was facing you the entire evening! she kept redirecting the conversation to you, too, asking you all sorts of questions.”

you’re not looking at him anymore, eyes darting all over the place as you continue. “and her giggles, man, you weren’t even being funny, but she was laughing like you had keke palmer’s humor, or something.”

“i don’t know if you’re feigning ignorance or just flat-out oblivious, which i doubt you are, but seriously, man,” you rasp, “i can’t believe i’m the one who has to do this, but open your eyes. the girl likes you. and—are you smiling?”

you cut yourself off, the jarring sight of bakugou grinning at you erasing every viable thought in your brain.

if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the guy is fucking amused.

you scowl at him. “the fuck are you smiling about?”

“nothin’,” he claims, although his lips are still pulled taut to the sides.

you shoot him a deadpan look, which causes him to let out a soft chuckle.

he shakes his head, shifting in his seat. “it’s just—i don’t know���”

“don’t know what?” you ask, brows furrowed.

“don’t know how you picked up on all this shit.”

your response is instantaneous. “it’s called having eyes, you idiot.”

if he’s even marginally annoyed at your semi-quoting him, he doesn’t let it show. instead, you can only watch in bewilderment as a faint tinge of pink starts to color his cheeks.

“yeah, well, i didn’t even notice any of that.”

“how?”

a glower.

“because i was just looking at you, dipshit.”

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[oh-no-its-bird]

Ok so, thinking about this post, specifically the "dumb au where the Uchiha just really like Kakashi for some reason (clan stuff??)" part, and it got me thinking;

AU where the Hatake's have a reputation for being "good luck charm" to the point where some clans view them as genuine symbols of prosperity, and marrying one / getting one to join your family in some way is supposed to bless you, your family, and your fields for as long as they remain yours

Maybe their white chakra specifically is actually some sort of good luck thing? Idk, but like, there's that abstract idea.

"The Hatake, with their steely hair and blessed white chakra said to bless any fortunate enough to see it"

Could totally mash this in with the Sexyman Sakumo agenda and say part of his insane popularity was bc of the rumors about how his bloodline limit is supposed to give fortune to any who might tie him down

Oooo what if after his mission gone wrong, the rumors and reputation twists and suddenly people are saying no, they got it opposite, the Hatake's bring bad luck

Then Sakumo offs himself and Kakashi suddenly has to live with the reputation of being a bad luck charm

Could be fun.

Anyways, rewinding:

Gonna think ab the warring states with this idea first.

So, half Hatake Tobirama, right? Senju Butsama marrying a Hatake woman would be such a power move for him,,,

Oh my god wait ok: Something about the Senju clan and their planty stuff, then marrying a Hatake woman said to bring prosperity to their "clan and crops" is so good.

And then she also goes and proves it right by popping out the first mokuton baby in forever

So fun !!

I like the idea that their luck is said to specifically be in their white chakra, so like. None of the Senju boys being born with white chakra and their dad being upset by it bc that means the luck wasn't passed down. But Tobirama, being an albino, looks pretty Hatake so maybe some of the charm passed onto him...?

(It hadn't, but there's some fun to be had in the belief that it had.)

Tobirama never marries in part because he has no interest in it, and in part because many of those who approached him only wanted him for his supposed 'Hatake Luck'

You could so easily turn this into sort of a parody to a blessed eyes au by rolling with Tobirama having the social flex of being a Hatake, a good luck charm in human form.

Skipping back ahead to Kohona back to Kakashi— umm supposed "bad luck" Hatake Kakashi (to the general population of Kohona) being fuckin pspsps'ed at by the older clans who know Hatake's are good luck and are so trying to get him to join their clan (and bring them luck)

He's an orphan now!!! That means he's free realestate!!! Pspsps cmere little boy come let the nice old clan people adopt you teehee <3

This was meant to be a funny silly lighthearted thing but I can see several ugly paths to take with that actually. Let's stick to lighthearted fun for now tho

Ummm Obito actually survives the rock fall bc of Kakashi's Hatake luck, pass it on. He so should have died but he didn't and it's bc of Kakashi taking him as his "best friend" and suddenly boom, luck.

Ooo maybe when they swap eyes, uh, yk, Kakashi's eye has a bit of white chakra in it and now it's in Obito.

So now Obito suddenly has this double conundrum of "physically has a Hatake's white chakra in him (in his eye, even, which is a culturally and spiritually significant body part to highlight)

And he's considered family by Kakashi, who Kakashi thinks of (and unknowingly sends good luck towards) every day,,,,

Obito's plans keep going so well even when he does a half assed job at them bc of the fucking Hatake blessing Kakashi unknowingly placed on him, pass it on

Alternativley: silly fluffy 'everythings good and nothing hurts' au that's just older Kakashi being aggressively pursued by people both bc hes hot and also the Hatake luck.

Mothers want to adopt him to get him into their clan and fathers want to fuc—

Sorry what was I saying?

Anyways

Good luck charm Kohona sexy man Sakumo and his son Kakashi who grows up into a good luck charm Kohona sexyman himself....

Hatake good luck charm au. Make it happen. I believe in us

[vaguely-concerned]

my headcanon/vibe is that lucanis always has a little bit of a thing for rook in the beginning, until either treviso falls (for the dramatic 'interest dropped like a lead weight all at once' version) or a lack of reciprocal vibes makes it fade away quietly and undramatically into a background affection without any particular romantic charge, as indeed seems to have been what happened for him with viago. (see reyes vidal in me:a for a similar case, where I get the sense that he always has some sort of Thing for ryder (even when you're standoffish with him haha he wants ryder to like him SO BAD and not only for Scheming reasons) but never actually makes anything of it unless ryder responds in kind. without further comparison with lucanis intended here except that I love both characters immensely and with tevinter nights included they DO actually have a writer crossover lol.) rook was the first kind voice to break through to him in the ossuary, imprinting a little initially makes perfect sense to me no matter what it develops into later.

source: vibes but trust me I'm right (I'm right for me), look at the way he keeps glancing over at rook while drinking his coffee even without a single flirt under rook's belt and tell me I'm miles off. go on. and most of all "bitter and sweet, like a kiss goodbye. you should try it" is an absolutely insane thing to say to someone you're ostensibly connected to mainly in a professional capacity in the first place. but somehow both more and less insane if you're nursing a bit of a crush on them perhaps without quite recognizing it yourself yet. still nuts, to be clear, but a bit more explicable lol

[atleastpleasetelephone]

Bde who has a really strong praise kink and gets turned on from it......

A/N: I've combined this request and one for soft dom reader with Elvis together into this story. Thanks for both! Also I love praise kink so I am weaaaaak for writing him like this. I went for 77 BDE for this one.

Good boy

Pairing: BDE x Older soft dom!Reader

Word count: 1.9K

TWs: Age gap (reader is 15 years older than Elvis), praise kink, use of mama in a sexual context, angst, Elvis cries, smut.

You’re almost a little nervous tonight, though you’re not sure why. It’s not as if he’s going to see you, let alone pick you out of everyone in the crowd. He doesn’t know you’re here, how could he? You’d be surprised if he even remembered you, it’s been so long since you last saw one another. And in the meantime you’ve moved to Charlotte, which is where he’s playing the final date of his tour. You’ve seen a lot about him in the press, read a lot of unkind comments and looked at a lot of unflattering photos. He certainly looks different to the young man you met in Memphis, full of boyish enthusiasm, with his floppy hair and puppy dog eyes. But you look different too. You were in your mid-thirties then, and obviously you’re much older now. Life has been relatively kind, though you’re divorced and you never had any kids, you’ve kept your figure and your hair has greyed in streaks that almost make you look distinguished. Your best friend told you that you should dye it, women of your age dye their hair she’d said, but you don’t care. You’ve never been one for doing what women of your age are supposed to, or you’d never have dated a man 15 years your junior. And you wouldn’t be at a rock concert now. 

When you eventually find your seat you’re much nearer the front that you’d imagined, and when he comes out in a beautiful white jumpsuit with what looks like feathers embroidered on it you audibly gasp. From the moment the music starts and he starts to move you’re captivated, memories of your time together flooding back to you just watching those hips. During Love Me you watch women elbow their way to the stage for scarves and kisses, and suddenly your legs seem to be taking you out of your seat too. You don’t expect to get to the stage in time, or for him to see you, you’re just acting on impulse. It feels a little like he’s hypnotised you, and you don’t have any choice in the matter.

And then he sees you. To begin with, he just sees an attractive older lady, well put together, waves of dark brown hair streaked with white. But as he bends down to ask if you want a scarf or a kiss, there’s something familiar in your face, and he thinks he must’ve met you before. 

“Have we met, honey?” He asks, wrapping a scarf around your neck and using it to pull you towards him, since you’d been too stunned to answer his first question. 

Your brain eventually kicks into gear. “We’ve done more than that,” you whisper, letting him kiss you gently. 

“Is that so?” He’s still trying to place you, his brain is slower nowadays and he’s tired. So tired. But he keeps you there, in the hopes he’ll remember or you’ll tell him. 

“You were my good boy, back in Memphis.”

Elvis is relieved he’d kept the mic far away from you both when he hears those words. He’s hit by such a powerful wave of memory it almost knocks him onto his ass. He blinks rapidly and then stares right into your eyes and you see that he remembers you. He whispers your name softly, and you nod. 

“Don’t go anywhere after,” he says quickly, seeing the sea of women gathering around you. “Someone will get you.”

You spend the rest of the show in a daze, thinking about his lips, the way he looked at you, the words he whispered like a plea. Don’t go.

***

You don’t go and someone does come and get you, and then you’re jammed in the backseat of the car between Elvis and one of his goons. The journey is mercifully short, and he holds your hand the whole time, a little smile playing on his lips. You’re relieved when he takes you into his suite and dismisses everyone else. Standing there in the middle of the room, still in his jumpsuit and belt, he looks both beautiful and incredibly tired. He looks down at you and sighs softly. 

“I-I can’t believe it’s you.”

“I can’t believe you remembered me.”

“Are ya kiddin’? ‘Course I do.”

You smile at one another as you keep standing there, taking one another in. After a few moments you decide to take control. 

“Why don’t you get comfortable? Take those clothes off, have a shower.”

He hums and fiddles slightly with his sleeve. “Ummm, mama…”

Your smile grows at the pet name. “Go on, I’ll sit with you in the bathroom.”

His breath catches in his throat thinking about you seeing him the way he is now. “Ah… I…”

“You want to be a good boy for me?” You ask, your hand on his face as you look into his eyes.

For the first time in a while, Little Elvis stirs at your words. “Yes, mama,” he whispers. 

“Off you go then.”

He nods and walks slowly over to the bathroom. You set the water going and check the temperature, and then sit on the side of the bath as he undresses awkwardly. 

“Your show was so good,” you coo, and he looks up. 

“Really?”

“Mmm yes. And you looked so good in that suit.” 

He lets the jumpsuit fall to the floor and you catch a quick glimpse of his semi-erect dick in his little white stage pants before he obscures them with his hands. He blushes as he asks you if you really thought that. 

Standing up, you put your arms around his neck, tugging his head down so you can whisper in his ear. “Yes, and you look good enough to eat right now too.”

His adorable, bashful smile lights up his face and he kisses you quickly, impulsively. You feel blood rushing between your legs and you smile back at him again. “And if you’re good you can have everything you want.”

He barely suppresses a little moan at those words. Doing what you told him to was one of his favourite things, when he was young and just getting famous. The way you told him how good he was filled him with warmth. He bathed in your praise, all your affirming words and gentle touches, and right now it feels like it’s exactly what he needs, after this long and gruelling tour. Stepping into the perfectly warm shower, he sighs as he washes away the grime of the performance. He finds himself in your arms on the bed, cocooned in just a robe as your nails scratch his sideburns, digging in and making him almost purr. You’re wearing one of his pyjama tops, it’s long on you but you’ve taken your panties off and he knows your bare pussy is under there. He looks at your long legs on either side of him. 

“Mama, you’re so beautiful.”

You kiss his temple as you blush a little at the compliment. You’re not immune to praise either, even though it’s his thing. Knowing he still wants you after all this time is a little dizzying, knowing your age doesn’t matter to him, the time that’s passed since you last saw one another doesn’t matter either. 

You’d discovered his love of praise almost straight away. He was so young and eager to please, and you taught him how to please you in a thousand different ways. An enthusiastic learner, he loved you instructing him, moving his head and then telling him when he’d hit the perfect spot. And the way you spoke to him afterwards. That was probably his favourite part. He would get so hard just from licking you out and you telling him he was a good boy that sometimes he’d cum before you even touched him. 

“Thank you, baby. You wanna make mama feel good?”

He nods quickly, almost scrambling to turn around to face you. You giggle, and the sound makes you feel like a young woman again. Instructing him to lie on his belly, you carefully lift the top up, exposing yourself for him. He groans at the sight of you. He’s seen a lot of pussies by now, but he could still have remembered every inch of yours without looking, he’s mapped it out with his tongue so many times. He crawls closer and his big hands spread your thighs, open-mouthed kisses trailing down the insides of them, just the way you used to like. 

“Yes, baby. I love your kisses.”

He keeps kissing, between your legs now, making you moan. His thumbs spread your lips as he dives in, making out with your pussy like he used to make out with girls when he was young. 

“Oh. That tongue feels so good.”

His hard-on presses against the bed as he keeps going, tongue dipping inside you, nose nudging your clit. 

“Yes, baby!” 

Pleasure buzzes in your veins as he carries on, worshipping you and tasting you. You need a lot to get turned on these days, but he brings back so many memories that you can feel yourself giving in to it. Bathing in the feeling, enjoying the journey. 

Once he thinks he’s got you good and wet, he moves his attention to your clit and slides a long finger inside. 

“Oh!”

“Is it good, mama?” He mumbles against you. 

“So good, baby. Oh you’re so good for me. Fuck. You’re gonna make me cum so hard baby. All over your gorgeous face.”

Another finger slides in beside the first, and he curls them to hit the spot he remembers inside you as he continues to work your clit with his tongue. The way you’re talking to him is driving him crazy, his hips are rutting into the bed just like they used to. 

“Oh fuck… yes…” 

You grab his head, pulling his hair a little as you push him onto your clit harder, feeling yourself teeter on the edge of oblivion. And then you’re moaning, and everything disappears in a blinding flash of light as your orgasm slams into your body. 

He licks you through it, trying to still his hips and stay patient. Waiting for you to tell him he’s done a good job. 

“Oh, my good boy,” you sigh, desperately pulling him towards you. 

You rearrange so his back is against your chest again, your hand on his belly as your eyes close and you savour your dizzying high. 

“Am I still good for you, mama?” 

You slowly reopen your eyes and look down at him, his blue eyes brimming with tears. 

“So good, baby. Best I’ve ever had.”

He turns his head as he closes his eyes again and a tear escapes down his cheek. Your heart aches for him. You don’t have to ask to know that he’s tired, that this wasn’t the life he thought he’d have, that he's just fulfilling obligations now. 

“You want mama to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes please,” he whispers, eyes still closed. 

Reaching down, your hand snakes around him. His breath hitches at the feeling, and he moans the moment you start to move slowly, up and down. 

“You’re so perfect. So gorgeous. So sexy. So good at making me feel good. I love everything about you, baby.”

You tell him all that and more, softly into his ear as your hand works him. Another tear sneaks down his cheek as you touch him and praise him, the feeling in his chest overwhelming. When he finally cums he calls out your name, and more tears spill from his eyes. 

“I love you, mama,” he whispers. 

Wrapping him tightly in your body, you kiss his face. “I love you too, baby. I’m glad we found each other again.”

***

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Meet sam - Jude bellingham

Description: Jude bellingham x reader, were Jude meets readers dog for the first time and they’re having movie night all three together.

Tw: none that i could name

Word count: 863

A/n: Hi lovelys! Hoping your having good moment, please leave a request into my inbox i would appericiate that!🤍 Also im sorry if you haven’t seen LOTR or don’t like it…i just myself reallyyyy love the films so yeah…❣️ English is not my first language so there might be some spelling errors, you can note about those kindly.🩷

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You’ve been dating Jude for a while almost 6 months and somehow he hasen’t still met your little lifesaver Sam. Your little cocker spaniel, Samwise shes a girl, even tho her name is from Lord of the rings one of the main characters whos a man.

So you decided to invite Jude to your house for a movie night and your of course watching Lord of the rings.

You’re currently making snack tray for both of you, having a little bowl of chips, chocolate, some candy, blueberrys and strawberrys at one bowl and some popcorn. Your taking the tray to your livingroom stetting it down to your coffee table in front of your nice and cozy couch, your going back to kitchen getting some water and apple juice for you and when your walking back to livingroom doorbell gets to your ears.

Sam hears it too and looks at you ”Welll whos that sam? Hhmm, doorbell you know what that means? Judes here, should we go to meet him?” You speak in a sweet way to her, she looks at you with her soft eyes and hops down of the couch heading to the door.

You follow her ”girl lets be nice to him, right? My nice girl” you said to her while taking her in your arms. You open the door and there is your nice looking boyfriend, black sweatsuit with hood on, flowers in his hand and smile on his lips.

”Ohhh hii who are you and why are you almost as cute as my lovely girlfriend, - he says petting sam in his free hand - hi to you too my love how are you?” He says civing you a quick kiss on your lips.

You let him in still sam in your arms, ”im good of course, cause your here and i think shes too, aren’t you my little girl” you say letting her kiss your whole face. You get to look at jude while he looks jealous of that she gets to kiss you, but he dosen’t

He takes his jacket and shoes off to come and greed Sam better, ”Hi little one im Jude her BOYFRIEND and who are you trying to take her from me” he says while he lowers himself so hes facing Sam.

You took Sams feet and play waving as her ”hi Judey nice to meet you, im Sam y/n’s bestfriend and actually i was here before you” you speak like mocking what sam would sound like.

Jude looks at you with very dissapointed face, ”okay i don’t care, but she loves me more im 100% sure, don’t you my love” looking at you, you trying not to laugh while hes looking you so proud and sure face that you would love him more. You just laugh, ”sorry to tell you, but i love her little bit more maybe if you would make me a nice dinner i would love you more” you start walking out of your entry back to livingroom, leaving Jude alone in the entry, you wave him to follow you and he finally does.

You sat to the couch with Sam in your lap ”J, could you give blanket?” Your asking Jude, when hes walking to your livingroom, he nods and takes the blanket which was in a nice basket of yours and gives it to you. ”Thank youuuuuu so much, have sit” you say showing the place next to you.

”Im sorry, but why is she laying on your lap? Thats my place?” Jude ask you trying to push Sam out of his way. ”Hey, hey, hey young man let’s try to share, please” your asking to Jude while pushing his hand away. He looks at you with his little puppy eyes, ”but i would really want to set my head in to your lap and watch this movie with you ALONE” he says highlighting the alone word and looking at Sam, mocking her nose.

You giggle little while shaking your head, ”yeah i know J, but next time we can have the movie night at yours? so she can’t take your place, deal?” you said while closing the cap between your faces giving him quick kiss.

He groans, ”okay, okay, i guess i can share you with her…even tho im her favorite” he says the last part whispering.

You turn to look at him, ”i heard that Jude, your both my favorites, even tho i love her little bit more and that is just, cause i’ve known her longer” you take the remoter and your almost pressing play, ”Can i put the movie on?” you ask looking at Jude whos now petting Sam.

He turns to look at you, ”OH YEAH, sorry shes too soft and cute, i get why you love her” he says looking back to Sam whos still laying on your lap. You just shake your head while pressing the film on.

20 minutes later

”OH NOW I GET! Sams name is from the Lord of the rings!” Jude says looking at you with suprise on his face, you turn you face to look back at him, ”yeah thats why we’re litellarry watching this Jude…” you say kissing him on the lips, he hums into the kiss approving the situation.

[star-struck01]

Late Night Talks

When the 3 am talks get a little deep

Masterlist

Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader

CW! One comment about suicide and insecurities

Imagine lying in bed with Izuku. He’s lying on the bed properly while you’re flipped the other way, both of which are shifted enough so you can grab each other’s hands and not risk the other's foot in their face. Your fingers lightly trace the scars on his hands, bending his fingers down except for the middle and giggling as you flip him off with his own hand. You feel him shake his head against the pillow, amused by your childish actions. The two of you had been talking for what felt like 30 minutes when the conversation began to lull and your curiosity had gotten the better of you. You sat up slightly to check the time on your alarm clock. The clock read 3 am. The two of you had begun talking at 10 pm. It had definitely not been a 30-minute conversation. You turned to see that Izuku had already raised his head to look at you with a puzzled look. “It’s already 3 am,” you said, laying your head back down on the foot of your bed. “I didn’t realize that we’ve been up for so long.”

He chuckles and begins tracing shapes into the back of your hand. “Time flies when you’re having fun,” his chuckle turns into a short laugh as he hears you groan in response. “I mean it’s true; time does fly when you’re having fun.” He squeezes your hand three times before continuing the little patterns that he was drawing onto your skin.

“Mm, do you ever wonder what life would've been like if you didn’t make certain choices? Like if you did or didn’t listen to someone.” The question came to you randomly, like seeing a shooting star in the night sky. There are many stars, but for some reason this one caught your attention by falling. You hear Izuku hum in thought; his finger begins to tap against the back of your hand.

“I try not to think about it often because the choices I make could threaten the lives of others.” This answer startles you a little, but it’s not an unexpected answer; you should’ve known that he thinks about this stuff, as you know, he’s one of the country’s greatest heroes. “Sometimes, though, when I really get into my thoughts, I think about what the world might’ve been like if I had actually done what Kacchan had asked me to do in middle school.” He squeezes your hand again when he hears your sharp intake of air. “But if I did, then he and I wouldn’t have mended our relationship, I wouldn’t have met the people at UA, and I especially wouldn’t have met you.” He lifts his head to look at you and flashes you a cheesy smile; his eyes widen when he hears you sniffle.

“Oh Izuku,” You let out a whimper and sat up, moving to cuddle into his side and bury your face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. 

“Don’t worry; those thoughts come very rarely, only ever when I feel like I didn’t do my best to save anyone.” His scarred hand moves up and down your back to comfort you, which is crazy because you should be the one comforting him. Oh Izuku, always thinking of others before himself. “Let me ask the question back to you: Do you ever wonder what life would’ve been like if you didn’t make the choices you did?”

You chuckle softly and look up at him as he looks at you as best as he could without smacking you with his chin. “Mine seems so silly compared to yours now,” you laugh awkwardly. “I was going to talk about how if I went to UA instead of Shiketsu, or if I decided to listen to my parents and become a doctor instead of a hero.”

“Those aren’t silly; they’re still life-changing.” You smile softly and sit up to look at him properly, your hand pressed against his chest. He looks up at you, smiling back as he reaches up to cup the side of your face. 

“I love you, Izuku, and everything about you.” You look briefly to the side in thought. “Well, except for the scary All Might figurine that you insisted on getting and placing in a spot where it always seems like he’s watching me.” You shiver and turn your head a little more to glare at the figurine placed on a shelf in your room, his little beady eyes looking into yours.

Izuku lets out a hearty laugh and pulls you back down into his arms. “I love you too, now c’mon, let’s attempt to get some sleep.” He kisses the top of your head and pulls the blanket over the two of you. Your head resting above his heart, slowly falling asleep to the rhythmic thumping within his chest.

[steven-g-rogers]

Steve glared at the smaller man, his hands still up and his chest rising and falling with each short breath.  He was furious - furious - about how this had gone.  His reaction.  Tony’s.  It had not at all gone down how he’d expected and now Steve regretted ever telling him in the first place.  This whole reaction was so overblown.

Steve understood the hurt.  He did.  He’d expected that.  But this righteous anger was so unnecessary and stupid.

“Are you kidding me?  I told you you were about style and you said I was useless!  Besides, what are you?  Four?  Grow up,” he snapped.  “This isn’t about some angry jabs at each other when the scepter was affecting us.  I hurt you.  I get it.  But this,” he poked him in the chest.  “This reaction is magnitudes out of line.  You’re mad I didn’t tell you when I did tell you  Could I have told you sooner?  Sure.  I could absolutely have just blurted it out of the blue without considering how you’d take it at all.  Should I have?  Debatable.  I was looking for a moment and I thought I had one.  I guess I screwed that up.  But you ask yourself this, What the hell difference does it make?  It’s been twenty years.  You had an extra couple of weeks on top of that thinking it had been an accident.  In the grand scheme of things it’s changed nothing!”

He sighed and dropped his hands, his shoulders dropping with them.  He stepped back to give Tony more space.  “I think this is more about you than it is about me.  I’m not the other people who lied to you.  I didn’t keep things from you to hurt you.  I didn’t even really keep them from you.  It wasn’t some big dangerous secret, it was something I found out about the death of one of my good friends at the hand of my best friend.  It’s painful to me too, Tony.  I could grieve this with you.  But instead of just letting the grief out, you’re channeling it into anger.  That doesn’t help you.  It doesn’t help your parents.  It doesn't help anyone.”

He began unwrapping his hands again and dropped his eyes as he did.  “I’ve said I’m sorry.  I meant it.  It’s up to you if you want to take that.  If you can’t - which is fine you don’t have to - then I don’t think I should stay here.  I’ll help find the scepter, I blame myself for that getting into HYDRA’s hands anyway.  Then when Thor leaves again, I’ll go too.  Sam and I are looking for Bucky anyway.”  He looked up at Tony. “Captain America is a job I do, Tony.  I don’t even share the same birthday as him.  I’m not perfect.  I just try to be good.  I hope while we try finding the scepter you can see that.  I hope you realize that everyone can make mistakes and the only thing we can do is try to learn from them and do better.  I hope you’ll find it in your heart to be the bigger person and forgive me.  But if not.  I understand.  I’ll leave you alone.”

He turned and began heading to the door.  Stopping to toss the wraps away.

His breaths came out labored and heavy as the inventor felt exhausted by just the admittance of his emotions alone, raw anger mixed with grief that had bubbled over into his strikes left him unable to speak before the Captain began to fire back with words and blows of his own.

Martial arts training allows him to deflect the super soldier's strikes, diverting the force of his attacks to the side with his forearms and elbows but the strength behind it alone is still enough to make him lose ground. It was times like these Tony wished he'd been born a bit broader, and perhaps hit the gym more instead of the robotics lab back in his MIT days. Being king of the geeks meant nothing in a brawl and Steve was certainly making him feel that. His back hit the wall a little too quickly for the billionaire's liking, trapped in a corner like a mouse with Steve Rogers looming over him like a feline cornering prey.

"We could have been friends, you were the one who was quick to shoot that idea down in flames last I checked." The centennial soldier had made that incredibly apparent from their first meeting, despite the many judgements that could have been leveled against the younger Avenger it was the good ol' boy scout himself who threw the first stones in their arguments. Tony straightens his back and tries to stand taller, though he is clearly out matched in a fight of feats of strength the Stark heir was damn good at fending off people verbally.

"If our situations were reversed I would have told you right away, because I know what it's like to be stabbed in the back and find out someone you've trusted has been keeping deadly secrets from you." Bile in his stomach rises into his throat as Obie's lies came rushing back, his father being the co-founder of SHIELD... How many people had Tony looked up to had been lying to him? "Three, that's three of you now. You're lucky number three, Steven." Though the actual question hadn't been spoken aloud the answer was spat out with disdain.

It was that moment he fully realized how close they were to each other, the Captain's breath on his face and the industrialist could practically hear his own heart hammering in his chest from it all. "I looked up to you growing up, did you know that? My father would go on and on about you being the perfect fucking image of truth, honesty and justice." The mechanic sneers the final words, his anger momentarily replaced with something mournful and bitter. "You want to fix this? Maybe you should start by actually living up to all of the things he's said about you, because so far you're doing a real shit job of it."

[sanemislittledemon]

Obanai x insecure!reader

cw: eating disorder

A/N: this is from my own experiences!! Eating disorders look different for everyone. What it looks like for you is valid and you are loved!

🩷My dms are always open🩷

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Y/N jerks awake at the feeling of a hand stroking her hair, the woman’s eyes shoot up to look at the other person above her. She instantly regrets opening her eyes so abruptly causing her head to pound.

“O-Obanai?”

“Hello beloved. I’m back from my mission”

The man kneels beside their shared futon while he gently runs his hand through her hair. She hums in response and lays her head back on the pillow, begging her head to stop hurting

that’s what I get for not eating

Kaburamaru slithers from Obanai neck to coil himself around Y/Ns wrist, the snake senses her discomfort and the hashira does also.

Obanai brushes his slender fingers along her cheeks to caress her face “beloved, have you not been resting well? Your face is pale” 

“Should I go get Kocho?” The serpent hashira asks

At the man’s words Y/N tenses and her eyes find his in slight panic. “No need to bother Kocho! I’m fine!” She reassures but it’s obvious Obanai wasn’t buying it. The serpent hashira narrows his eyes at the woman in a silent question making Y/N sit up and hold Kaburamaru in her lap.

“If you don’t want me getting Kocho then tell me the truth” the man said firmly leaving no room for debate

Y/N looked down at the white snake in her lap, this is the first time Obanai has been this forceful with her and it’s slightly frightening. Kaburamaru slithers his body close to hers like he could sense her anxiety and is trying to comfort her. That small action made the wall she built around herself crumble and she’d couldn’t stop her tears from escaping.

Obanais eyes went wide the worry as he’s arms closed in around the sobbing woman and that makes him even more concerned. Obanai noticed a slight change on her figure and frantically looked around at her body with his sharp eyes “have you lost weight?” He asked, his voice shaky and his concern was confirmed with a small nod of her head.

“I’ve only been gone five days!” He slightly raised his voice making the woman tense in his arms

Her sobbing grew louder at the man’s reaction but he just held her tighter and let her shake in his arms while he pets her head. “Shhh it’s okay. Forgive me for yelling”

The time passed slowly as Obanai held his beloved, never once letting go until the sobs turned to light sniffing. The man ran his fingers through her hair trying to get her to understand she’s safe and he’s not angry at her.

“I-I’m sorry for worrying you” she said in a voice that’s strained from crying

Obanai shook his head that was sitting on top of hers and lightly tightened his grip on her “you never have to apologize to me but I want to help you. Please let me?” Obanai replied softly in the tone of voice that never fails to calm her

Y/N was silent for along time her mind racing about what to tell the man.

Would he still love me?

In her lap Kaburamru sensed her worry and slithered around her neck and rubbed his head on the side of her cheek in an act of comfort.

Y/N let out a shaky sigh and pulled back from Obanai but her gaze stayed firmly in her lap “I-I haven’t ate s-since you’ve been on your mission” she mumbled under her breath but it was still enough for Obanai to hear and he felt his heart drop

Obanai has his own personal issues with food so he isn’t sure how to go about this whole thing considering he will go up to three days without eating but this isn’t good and he knows it. The man’s hands lightly shake and the silence in the air weighs heavy on them both. Obanai thinks for a long while unsure where to do from here but he needs to know why

Obanai pulls the woman back to his chest and cautiously asks “please tell me why and I promise to help you”

Y/N pauses for a long moment, this topic is very sensitive for her and she didn’t know how to explain. She’s always hated the way she looked and would compare herself to every thin woman she sees. The voice was always in the back of her mind

why would a hashira love a fat pig like you?

Y/N rubs her hand together anxiously and finally spoke in a small voice “I-I’ve been struggling with my body image f-for a long time and haven’t been eating very much” she explained

Obanai listened to her intently without saying a word until he knew she as finished. The man reached out and gripped her trembling hands and held them close to his chest “how long?” He asked firmly but gently as to not scare the woman again

At the question tears began to fall silently down her cheeks and she has to take a moment to work up the courage to respond “mostly when you’re on missions but sometimes after we eat together I’ll go to the washroom and throw it up” she explained with shame laced in her voice

Obanais breath hitched at all the memories crashing like a wave in his mind of all the times his beloved excused herself after eating, the Hashira felt the veins pop on the sides of his neck with anger but not at her never at her but at himself.

Obanai forced his anger down but that did nothing to stop the single tear that escaped his turquoise eye. The tear falls on Y/N’s trembling hands and the shock made her head fly up to finally see the mess he is. Obanais eyes were blood shot and he was lightly trembling

The woman starts babbling apology after apology to the man until his arms circle back around her quickly cutting off her ramblings. Obanais shoulders shake with the effort it takes to stop more tears from falling. 

“I’m sorry i let it get this bad” he mumbles into her hair

Obanai holds her for what feels like eternity, he never wants to let her go especially to that deep darkness in her mind. When he is finally able to get his emotions back under control he pulls back just enough to see the worried look on his beloveds face, the look of regret a look the serpent hashira knows all too well

“We’ll get through this together. You won’t have to go through this alone” The man says in a low voice and the woman in his arms just nods

“We will help each other” Obanai whispers before leaning in to lightly press his bandage covered lips to her forehead

The action has Kaburamaru circling around both of their necks like he was binding them together, the pair was stunned for a moment before they both softly laughed at the snake. Obanai looked at his companion with a light expression “she’ll be okay. don’t worry” he reassures the snake before turning his attention back to his beloved

“First let’s get Kocho to look at you” he says firmly so she doesn’t protest but to his surprise she smiles softly at him and replies “let’s go”



[thehandmaidenofcreativity]

that time I got kidnapped by hot vampires

WC: 12.3K; Rating: 18+

Summary: You're out walking late one night when you realize someone is following you… each choice you make leads you to your vampire soulmate.

Comments: After doing this youtube choose-your-own-adventure game, I decided to turn my responses into a full story. As such, some of the plot choices might seem odd, but I stayed true to the original author's storyline and my random choices. That said, you should 100% go play yourself, it's a good time. Also, it feels worth mentioning that the number of times my beta reader questioned homegirl's intelligence was comical, at least over 5.

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You knew you should’ve just stayed home. You knew it. 

Someone is definitely following you. You crossed the street twice and changed directions once to check. When you catch a glimpse of the shadow, you’re sure it’s a man. Luckily, the convenience store is just a couple meters away. You’ll be safe in there and will call a cab to get home.

The sigh of relief dies on your lips when you pull at the locked door. Just then, the lights flicker; you feel that he’s right behind you. You could handle this a couple different ways, but your scrambled brain tells you that flirting is the best option. Stupid.

“Hey there,” you turn with a smile, ready to bat your eyes; before you can say or do anything else, he’s got you. He wraps an arm around your torso while pressing a slightly sweet smelling cloth over your mouth and nose. Despite your efforts at a struggle, he holds tight, clearly way stronger than you. 

Next thing you know, you’re waking up on the floor of a seemingly abandoned warehouse. Disoriented, you look up into the face of the man lightly tapping on the side of your face. Something must be wrong with you, because instead of screaming, crying, fighting, doing literally anything that the situation warrants, you smile and murmur, “You’re so hot.”

He raises an eyebrow and gives you a fox-like smile. When you hear footsteps, his expression hardens. “Apologies for making your acquaintance this way, but my king commands that we bring you to him.”

More alert now, you start to panic. “Excuse me? Where am I? What king? You’re not taking me anywhere!”

“Unfortunately, you don’t have a choice in this matter, miss.” He doesn’t look particularly sorry. “It’s best if you don’t resist. I’d hate to have to drug you again. Makes the blood taste funny.”

“Makes the blood…” You trail off when he smiles, no, bares his teeth. His canines are abnormally long and sharp. The rest of his words catch up to you and your panic resurges. You scramble back as the tears start flowing and you start screaming, pleading with him to leave you alone, let you go.

Your head snaps up when you see another person walk up behind the… vampire? He takes a menacing step toward you and snarls, “Shut up, or I’m going to snap your neck.”

“Ji, that’s not gonna help.” The first guy snaps. 

He’s kind of wrong, though, because the threat does stop your tears. You sit, eyes wide, mouth agape. ‘Ji’ tongues at one of his fangs. You feel like you’re going crazy. “Please… just tell me what’s going on.”

Fox-smile guy kneels in front of you. “King Seo Changbin, along with several other powerful vampires, has discovered that you come from a very unique bloodline that was thought to have ended a few decades ago. If these other vampires get hold of you, they will drain you to amass power and gain dominion over us, humans, everyone.”

“Yes, yes,” Ji interrupts, grabbing your arm and hauling you to your feet. He drags you out the door and toward a waiting van. He throws open the door and shoves you inside. “So we’re taking you before they can.”

You are so shocked and confused, you don’t even think to try screaming again. When both men, no vampires, get in and start driving, you regain your ability to speak. “What do you mean you decided to take me first? Are you going to, going to drain me? Where are we going? What are you going to do to me?”

Those questions and more go unanswered. Ji turns up the rock music on the radio to drown you out. They don’t speak at all the entirety of the drive. After what feels like too short a drive, you arrive at this absolutely horrifying castle, straight out of a gothic novel. You’re confused at how this enormous monstrosity could be so close to the city until you remember you’d been knocked out before being taken to that warehouse, so you really have no idea how far from home you are. 

You’re ushered out of the van and see yet another unfamiliar man, this one taller and a little more imposing than the other two, with short, black hair and a slit through his eyebrow. As you approach, he gives you a smile, as if you chose to come and should be happy to be here greeting him. As if you understand anything about what’s happening right now. You look at his fangy smile and roll your eyes. 

The mirth disappears from his face in an instant, his eyes flashing red. Before you can even blink, his large hand is wrapped around your throat, and he slams you into the wall beside him. “You humans lack proper manners.”

You couldn’t respond if you wanted to, your hands pulling at his fingers and wrist in a feeble attempt to free yourself. Then he’s being wrenched away from you, thrown to the ground by a furious looking Ji. “Changbin’s orders were clear. No harm is to come to her. Jeongin, take her inside. Now.”

You’re so busy gulping down air, it doesn’t occur to you to do anything but follow as Jeongin guides you with a light touch to the small of your back. The inside of the castle is just as creepy as the outside. You meet yet another tall, beautiful man in the foyer.

“Welcome,” he gives you a closed mouth smile, which is a small kindness that makes you feel like maybe he’s okay. Then you notice the dry blood along the curve of his jaw and shudder. “Follow me, I’ll show you to your quarters.”

He leads you up the stairs, bringing you to a room in the middle of the hall. He opens the door, and you’re pretty sure a puff of dust flows out. You peer into the room, noting the cobwebs stretching between each piece of furniture. The only color in the room is the blanket on the twin bed and the velvet lining of the open, child-size coffin sitting in front of it. The walls are covered in antique picture frames housing the kind of paintings you see in a horror film, all the subjects pale, gaunt, and somber with eyes that will almost definitely follow you around. 

The vampire gently pulls you into the room by the elbow, almost succeeding in covering his look of disdain as he takes in the room himself. You’re still shaken by your experience outside, but decide it’s worth the risk to ask a question, considering there’s apparently an order not to hurt you. Still, your voice comes out small and shaky. “What’s going to happen to me?”

His eyes flit down to your neck briefly, a frown darkening his lovely features. “I wish I knew. Try to get a good night’s sleep.” With that he turns on his heel and stalks out of the room, closing the door behind him. You can hear the lock click.

You turn back around and try not to cry. It doesn’t really work. At least the bed doesn’t look too dusty. You brush it off the best you can as the tears stream down your cheeks and take a seat, your back against the wall. The longer you sit, the harder it is to stop the flood. When your door opens a crack, a broom falls in before it’s closed and locked again. 

The dam breaks. You sob, and sob, and sob, until the sunlight is peeking through the moth-eaten curtains and exhaustion overtakes you.

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By the time you wake, it’s well past midday. You can feel the puffiness of your eyes, and your throat is scratchy. You pad over to the door and, unsurprisingly, it’s still locked. You pick up the broom and drag it along as you wander to the other two doors in the room. The first is a closet, so dark and dank you don’t even want to step into it. The ensuite bathroom isn’t much better; you finally have a reason to be happy that you don’t drink nearly enough water, because the thought of using it is five times worse when you realize there isn’t any toilet paper.

You consider the broom in your hand and drop it, climbing back into your same spot on the bed. You wonder how long you’ll have to stay in this room, how long you’ll even be alive. Somehow your eyes begin to fill again, apparently not as dehydrated as your night of crying led you to believe. 

You just sit for hours, your mind oscillating between panic and delusion. Finally, finally you hear movement outside the door, just after the sun has set. When it opens, a young woman walks in holding a tray. You see the man who choked you lingering by the door. Any thought of trying to get past her and run away dies at the sight of him. 

You try not to flinch away when the woman draws closer. She sets the tray on the bed with a small nod. On her way back to the door, she picks up the broom and glances around at all the dust and cobwebs. She walks out as quickly and quietly as she came, and once again you’re alone in a locked room. 

You remind yourself that there are orders not to harm you as you eye at the cloche and glass of water on the tray. Then you figure at least if it’s poison or drugged you won’t be aware when the vampires tear into you. 

When you lift the cloche, you find a simple omelette, breakfast potatoes, and a couple slices of bacon. It’s as if you’re at a nice hotel, getting free room service. If you take away the cobwebs, coffin, dirt and grime, and the whole being-held-against-your-will thing. The food is lovely, too. You’re glad you chose to eat it rather than just starving in pointless protest. 

And then you resume your vigil. Luckily the tears have finally stopped flowing, and anger and boredom work their way into your cycling thoughts and emotions. After what you judge to be between three and four hours, you’re actually nodding off when your door opens again. Your head snaps up to see the young woman again. She stays at the door this time, and beckons you. Your eyes search the hall behind her, but you don’t see any of the men.

“Please follow me.” She speaks softly but with authority. “It’s time for you to meet the king, but I must make you presentable first.”

While you’re not particularly interested in meeting the king, you cannot wait to get out of this room. You approach her slowly, nervous, but sure that you could take her if you need to. Unless she’s a vampire, too. Do vampires employ humans? 

Your relief at leaving the room is short-lived when you see Jeongin at the end of the hall. She only takes you one room over, anyway. This room, however, is much larger, brighter, and best of all cleaner. She leads you directly into the ensuite where a full bathtub awaits, steaming and smelling slightly floral. You worry that you’ll cry again at the sight. 

You’ve never had another person bathe you, as an adult at least, but the woman insists on helping you. You don’t have it in you to fight. Myrna, she says you can call her, scrubs you clean, brushes out your hair, and moisturizes your entire body. It’s uncomfortable, but she moves with such purpose, it feels right to let it happen. You feel like a lady of a great house in the distant past. 

Wrapped in a fluffy towel, Myrna brings you back into the room where a rack of ball gowns has materialized. “You must choose one, then we can decide on your jewelry and makeup.”

They’re all gorgeous, but you’re drawn to a black, strapless one. As you move to pull it off the wrack, Myrna clears her throat. You release it, turning back to her. 

“Forgive me, but I do have a suggestion.” She drifts over to the other end of the rack. The pink gown is lacey and beautiful. It doesn’t really say ‘time to meet the vampire king,’ though. “While his majesty does tend to favor dark colors in his own wardrobe and decor, he often chooses pink when the occasion calls for a color.”

You don’t know if you want to impress the king, but Myrna has been sweet to you, and the dress is breathtaking. You allow her to help you into it before bringing you over to a vanity. She pulls out a beautiful set of spinel earrings with a matching necklace. The gems are a lovely shade of pink that match the gown almost exactly. Your makeup consists of soft pinks as well, pulling the whole look together. When you slip into the kitten heels that somehow fit perfectly, you’re ready and feel like a princess.

Myrna takes you down to the dining room, bringing you right in to the end of a long table. The four men you’ve already encountered are sitting on either side with three others among them. Another at the head of the table, a gleaming black crown nestled atop his blue locks. 

You realize you’re staring when Myrna clears her throat and taps your hand. She is sunk into a curtsey, and the period romances you’ve read tell you that she’ll remain that way until you curtsey as well so that the king will tell you both to rise. Not wanting to alienate your one ally in this place, you follow her lead, doing your best to imitate her and praying you don’t manage to lose your balance.

You straighten up when she does and look around the room again. You realize that Ji hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you entered the room. Myrna gestures to the only open seat at the table. As soon as you sit, she curtseys again and leaves the room. It’s not until she’s gone that you realize how comfortable her presence made you. Now the panic is flooding back in and you fear you’re about to start hyperventilating. The man on your left whispers “just take deep breaths.”

Ji, who is seated across from you taps the table in front of your place setting. “Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Han Jisung.”

Ah, so Ji is just a nickname, you think, nodding at him with the smallest of smiles. 

He gestures to the man next to him and so on, naming them all other than the king. “Lee Minho, Lee Felix. You met Yang Jeongin, Hwang Hyunjin, and Kim Seungmin earlier.”

“And I’m Bang Chan,” said the one who reminded you to breathe.

You nod at each name, unsure if it’s worth it to try to commit them to memory. If you do have to stay here, you resolve to stay away from Seungmin if you can. Your hand drifts up to touch your neck at the thought. Jisung’s eyes track the movement.

“Welcome.” King Seo Changbin’s voice is kind of low, but clear and powerful. “I know the circumstances of your arrival at my court are less than pleasant, but this is the beginning of a new era for us. Your blood is the key to power in vampirism, and with it, we will achieve dominion over the entire world. You will keep us strong.”

World domination? Using your blood? It might be suicidal, but you can’t stay silent any more; this is madness. “You can’t just kidnap people, because you think you can use them! It’s not okay! It’s wrong!” You shoot to your feet, shoving at the table as you do. 

Chan, Jisung, and Seungmin all move to stand as well, but settle back in their chairs when Changbin raises his hand. “I understand where you’re coming from, but we couldn’t wait. There are other vampires who are after you. I wanted to approach you differently, but when our spies found that a rebel group intended to take you tonight, we had to move immediately.”

Your eyes go wide at that. A rebel group was going to take me?

“Your blood gives power, but not to all. They planned to kill you in an attempt to level the playing field. While simply taking you was wrong, it was for your protection. And we need you to ensure our victory. If my house were to fall, the world as you know it would change. There’s a reason most humans think we are nothing but tall tales. Your kind would face enslavement if any number of the nobel houses took the throne.”

You slump back down into your seat. When you’re not freaking out, you generally think you read people well. Based on what you’ve heard and experienced so far, you don’t think he’s lying to you. “Okay. I’ll help you.”

“Just like that?” Minho narrows his eyes at you. “No more, this is wrong; you’re just going to let us feed off of you no questions asked?”

Though he’s the only one to speak, you see the distrust in all eight of their faces. Before you can string together coherent reasoning to give him, the king speaks again. “Thank you. Considering the situation, I’m sure you’ll understand that we can’t simply take you at your word. Until you have gained my trust, you will be given free reign of the castle, but one of my men will accompany you at all times that you are outside of your quarters.”

“I understand.”

“Wonderful.” Changbin gestures to a servant that you’ve only just noticed. “Let us eat, then.”

Servants deliver plates of food to each of you and fill your glass with red wine. The other glasses are filled with blood. You try not to stare as a few of them pick the glasses up immediately to take a sip. You decide to keep your eyes on your plate and wonder about the fact that they all appear to be eating the same food as you in addition to the blood. Do they still need to eat food or are they doing it to humor you? 

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After dinner, you’re escorted back to the room you got ready in. The clothes you wore the night before have been cleaned and laid out on the bed for you. Myrna helps you out of your dress before disappearing out the door. You change and wander around the room. There are clothes in the drawers and closet that appear to be your size. The vanity and bathroom house a number of products. Overall, this is a major upgrade. You wonder why you weren’t given this room right away, if the other room was meant to stress you out so you’d be more exhausted by the time you sat down to dinner.

Your exploration did not take long, so you hope to expand beyond your own space and see more of the castle. You tentatively grip the door handle, not entirely convinced that it will be unlocked, but it turns easily. You pull it open to find Seungmin leaning against the wall right across from you. You resist the urge to sigh or roll your eyes. 

“Don’t look so surprised,” he straightens up and takes a step toward you. He doesn’t sound kind, but at least he doesn’t sound angry either. “You’ll be supervised when you leave your quarters, remember?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and lower your eyes. Unconsciously, you rest a hand against your neck. “I remember.”

“I,” he clears his throat, and you glance back up at his face. “I apologize for hurting you. I should not have lost my temper like that. Now. Where would you like to go?”

“Thank you.” A little blush colors your cheeks. You hadn’t expected an apology. “I don’t know what all there is to see. Maybe… is there a library?”

Instead of answering, he starts off down the hall, leaving you to scramble after him. 

And this is how it goes over the next couple weeks. You wake up, get served breakfast in your room, go to the library, get dressed up for dinner, Seungmin takes you to a new part of the castle, and you get taken back to your room where you’re locked for the night. You suppose you’ve gotten closest to Seungmin. He is the one who ‘supervises’ you the most. The others rotate in as well, other than the king, but Seungmin is with you at least once every day. You wouldn’t say you’ve become friends or anything, you don’t even really talk to each other, but he is patient with you, and if you hadn’t already experienced that angry, violent side of him, you wouldn’t believe it exists. 

For the past few days, you haven’t seen Myrna or any of the other staff. The men bring you your meals and fetch you for dinner. At the end of the second week, you make a decision. If you’re going to live here with possibly no other company, you need to start getting to know these vampires.

The next night, when Jeongin takes you to the library, you decide to start with him. “Can I ask you a question?”

His eyes search your face before he smiles mischievously. “Only one?”

Your cheeks flush, thinking back to that first night when you kept crying and yelling questions at him. “Well maybe more than one, if you don’t mind.”

He walks over to the plush couch and armchairs set in front of the fireplace and settles into one. You sit beside him in the other chair rather than on the couch across from him, wanting to have the option to turn to face forward and not look at him when you get too nervous. He nods his head and waits. 

You’ve thought a lot about what you might ask them when given the chance. There are so many things that don’t make sense to you. Rather than taking it slow and starting small, what spills from your lips is, “Why haven’t any of you tried to drink my blood yet?”

He laughs. “Can’t wait to get bitten?”

“That’s– that’s not what I– I mean–”

“I’m teasing, chill.” He comes to stand in front of you. He drags a long finger down the column of your neck when you try not to tremble. “We are anxious to see just how your blood will affect us, but we agreed to take some time to do additional research. Plus, we wanted to give you a little time to adjust to us first. We know this is a lot for you.”

He returns to his chair and looks at you thoughtfully. “And personally, fear sours the blood a bit too much for my taste.”

“You can taste that I’m afraid?”

“If I were to drink from you, I would be able to, yes.”

You ruminate on that. “Can you taste other emotions, too? How long can you go between... feedings?”

Jeongin explains that anger gives blood a more bitter taste, happiness is sweet, arousal is a little spicy. You try not to think too much about that last one. He takes the time to teach you other things about vampires as well. Nothing too specific about the vampires of this castle, but generals about vampirism to balance out your ignorance and assumptions. Every time Jeongin escorts you, you try to have another question ready. He’s easy to talk to, and with those dimples and that smile, you think you’re actually starting to develop a little crush on him. 

You start to get used to all of them. If there’s one you struggle with most, it’s Hyunjin. He’s the most standoffish with you, not particularly tolerant of your questions, and he starts escorting you less and less. 

A week or so after your first lesson in vampirism, Jisung decides to give you a practical example. He sets the food tray on the small dining table in your room. Rather than leaving right away, he comes over and plops down onto your bed where you’re absorbed in your novel. You jump when his weight hits the bed, but you find you’re not upset by his proximity. 

You notice that his dark eyes have taken on a reddish hue. Thanks to Jeongin, you know this means that he’s hungry. His smile feels wicked when your eyes catch on his fangs, which seem slightly larger than usual.

“You’re becoming more comfortable here with us, yes?” He questions, not bothering to look away from your neck where you’re pretty confident he can see your pulse thumping. 

“Um, yes,” you admit. You’re scared, but you realize that learning so much about vampires has also made you curious. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable, per se, but I’m getting there.”

“Innie tells me that he’s explained a few things to you.” He sits up and shifts closer to you. “Do you know what I’m thinking about now?”

You hope he can’t tell that you’ve started sweating. “You’re hungry.” Your tone goes up just a little at the end, as if you might be asking rather than making a statement.

“Correct. And you’re going to help me with that today.” Also not a question but you steel yourself and nod. “Good girl.”

He pulls you closer to him and licks your neck, shocking you a little. While your mind is on that confusion, he sinks his teeth in. You can’t help but yelp and try to push him away, even though you agreed to this. After the initial pain of the bite, it actually feels alright. You wouldn’t say it feels good, but it’s not the most unpleasant sensation. 

After about thirty seconds, you start to shift and try to push him away again. He pulls back, licking over the marks. You’re happy that he listened to your silent request, but when you look into his eyes, they’re blood red. 

“I’m not done yet, pretty.”

Before you can move more than an inch, he’s on you, pushing you onto your back, wrists pinned above your head by one of his hands. He noses his way from your shoulder up into your hair. When you start to ask how much more he’ll take, he cuts you off.

“Don’t worry, I like a little sourness.” He smirks up at you then pulls the collar of your shirt aside. You try to jerk away, but his teeth have already latched onto the skin just above your collarbone. All your movement managed to do was tear your skin a bit more under his mouth, causing a bolt of pain to shoot through you. 

You try to contain your panic, knowing there’s really nothing you can do besides lay there and wait until he’s done. When he finishes a minute or so later, he licks over the wounds again. He nips at your chin, playfully, not really biting, and then he’s gone. You rush to the vanity, but you can barely see anything. There’s no blood or puncture wounds. If it weren’t for the food on the table and the red marks on your wrists where he held you, you’d think you dreamt it. 

At dinner that night, you take your customary seat next to Chan. When Jisung drops into the chair across from you with a smarmy grin. You hear a scoff from further down the table, but you’re not sure who it came from. 

“So,” Chan ventures with a sweet smile at you. “I hear you allowed Jisungie to feed. How are you feeling?”

Your cheeks burn for some reason. In your periphery, you see Minho, Felix and Jeongin’s heads turn toward you. “Um, yes. I feel fine, thank you.” 

“I was wondering if you’d allow me to tonight as well.” 

You look into his eyes and notice he has the same red gleam in them that Jisung had. You give a small nod and watch his smile widen. 

“In that case,” Minho starts, but Changbin interrupts him. 

“Minho, you know better.” He gives him a stern look. “I’m sure I don’t have to remind you all that now that she’s been bled, she’ll need time to recover between our feedings.”

Minho pouts but nods his head. 

“If I need time, should Chan wait?”

You can tell the king is pleased that you chose to ask him. “Jisung assures me that he didn’t take too much, and since it was your first time, you should be alright. In addition to the enhancement you provide us, your blood should regenerate at a higher rate than a regular human.”

“‘Should’ being the operative word.” Hyunjin chimes in. “Allowing Chan to feed will also give us a chance to study your body’s response as well.”

“Hyunjin.” The king’s voice is stern. 

“Apologies, sire.” 

If his intent was to scare you, he needn’t have bothered. Despite having said yes to Chan, you were already extremely nervous about it. 

After dinner Chan is the one to escort you back to your room. He enters it with you and takes your hand, leading you to the bed. He pats your hand as you sit side by side. “You will be fine. Hyunjin’s just nervous.” 

“He’s nervous?” You almost shriek. “He’s not the one who could die from blood loss. Oh but if I die before he gets a taste, he’ll be upset, I’m sure.”

Chan grimaces. “It’s not like that, I promise. And if you really don’t feel well, just tell me, and I’ll stop. Or if you’re that uncomfortable, I don’t have to tonight.”

It would help if he weren’t so sweet and accommodating. Even knowing he’s a blood sucking monster that’s holding you against your will doesn’t stop you from feeling safe with him. You examine the red in his irises again. You sigh. “Let’s get this over with.”

You struggle to hold back a smile when he claps while doing a little happy dance. He rearranges the pillows against the headboard, and you let out a little gasp when he pulls you into his lap and settles his back on them. 

“Do you have a preference for where I bite?”

You hadn’t really thought about it, assuming you wouldn’t be given a choice. “I guess just wherever is most comfortable?”

“I know this can be,” he hesitates. “Scary, but I’ll do my best to make it quick.”

He cups your cheek before tilting your head so that your face is buried in his neck rather than the other way around. When you try to lift your head up to look at him, he holds it down, telling you that you’ll feel better if you don’t watch. So you just breathe in his clean scent as he lifts your wrist to his mouth, pressing a couple kisses to it before you feel the slight pinch. 

He drinks for a minute or so, like Jisung did, and when he stops he licks over your skin as well. He kisses your wrist once more, then turns to kiss your forehead before sliding you off his lap onto the bed. “All done. Stay here while I get you some water and a smoothie.”

The smoothie is really good until he tells you that it also contains beef liver. You’re happy he told you the truth, but at the same time you would’ve been much happier thinking it was just chocolate. Apparently they’ve determined that it is to become an important part of your already iron-rich diet. 

You feel a little dizzy still when you try to get up to go exploring today, so you opt to stay in bed. Rather, you decide not to argue when Hyunjin insists you get back in bed after seeing you stumble at your door. He brings you a hot chocolate, no liver powder this time, and a book from the library. You happily realize that it’s one you’ve been meaning to read for a while, but he quietly slips out of the room before you can thank him.

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Five days pass before Chan announces at dinner that it should be safe for others to feed from you again. Apparently he’s able to sense your blood volume. You nearly say that it’s impossible or ridiculous, but then you remember that you’re sitting at a table with 8 vampires and keep your mouth shut.

Minho smirks and calls ‘dibs,’ which results in multiple shouted arguments that don’t die down until the king calls for order. “You can’t call dibs, Minho. We’ll decide this in a mature and civilized manner.

“Rock paper scissors?” Seungmin asks with a straight face.

To your surprise, equally serious, Changbin agrees. You’re pretty sure you hear someone growl, but a glare from Changbin silences him. They play through until they have an order in which they will be allowed to feed from you. You try not to shudder at the thought. Luckily for him, Minho ends up winning anyway. After him will be Felix, Seungmin, Changbin, Jeongin, and Hyunjin will be last. 

Much like how it went with Chan, Minho escorts you to your room after dinner. He pauses at the door giving you a cat-like smile. He tells you to run to your bed. You look at him in concern. Changbin had reminded them all to take care not to be too rough with you when feeding, but you wonder at what point his predator brain may take over and overrun that order. 

“Oh come on,” Minho sighs. “Make it a little more fun for me. I won’t bite.”

You forget your decision to stay away from disrespectful actions, giving him a look that statement deserves. 

He cackles. “Okay, I will bite, but you’ll like it. I promise. Now run.” He maneuvers you so you’re facing the room again and gives you a quick pat on the butt to urge you forward. 

You glare back at him over your shoulder, but figure it’s better to just get this over with. You run toward your bed as fast as you can in your obnoxiously fancy dress; you still don’t understand why you have to get all dressed up like this every night, especially now that you’re expected to get yourself ready. 

You’re nearly to the bed before he even moves. You know that the vampires are preternaturally fast from your Q&A sessions with Jeongin, but these vampires haven’t really displayed any non-human characteristics, save for their eyes and teeth. The force at which the two of you hit the bed tells you that Minho was moving very quickly when he tackled you. Before you know it, he has you on your back and his teeth are sinking into your neck. 

The shock of it pulls a scream from your throat, but you can’t even register the fear before the euphoria hits you. A feeling of elation washes over you, its epicenter where Minho’s fangs pierce you. It feels so good, you barely hold back a moan. When he pulls away, you forget yourself for a second, pressing his face back into place, though he only sucks and licks at the small puncture wounds. You can’t help but whimper when you realize he won’t be bringing back the feeling. 

“What –” your voice is embarrassingly breathy. You clear your throat and try again. “What was that? It wasn’t like that with Chan and Jisung.”

Minho looks smug. “Innie told you that some vampires have particular talents, didn’t he? My sire passed on the gift of haengboggam venom to me. When I feed, I inject this venom, causing the pleasant feelings you just experienced.”

“That’s amazing. Do a lot of vampires have it?”

“Yes, amazing that I make my meals feel so good that they’d let me suck them dry if I so choose.” His laugh lacks humor.

You pale. He’s telling the truth. When he stopped biting you, the loss of the feeling was momentarily tremendous. You wanted him to keep going. You shudder.

You don’t realize that he’d started talking again until you feel his hand on your cheek as he brings your face back up to look at him. “Don’t worry. I won’t lose control, and there aren’t many who possess this gift. My sire was very responsible and chose not to create an abundance of children. Even if he had, Changbin keeps close tabs on those with abilities that could be particularly detrimental to the status quo.”

You wouldn’t have expected Minho to comfort you, but it works; you believe him. “Does anyone else have it here?”

He smiles. “Felix has a… mutation of it. His venom isn’t the same as mine, but I think you’ll enjoy it just the same.”

Felix. You haven’t had as much time with him; he left for a while on some mission. But he’s back, and he’ll be feeding on you sometime tonight. I probably shouldn’t be excited at the prospect of being bitten by a vampire.

Felix doesn’t come to find you until you’re in your room for the night, already dressed for bed. You’d wondered if he forgot he was given permission to feed today, or if he’d chosen to wait. When you open the door to his smiling face, you think your heart skips a beat. He’s so beautiful.

“Good evening.” His accent makes the simple greeting just a little more thrilling. “Or morning. Are you available?”

You snort at the question, then throw your hands over your mouth and nose, mortified. Felix’s deep voice pitches higher when he laughs. You step back, opening the door wider for him in invitation. 

“I suppose it was silly to ask when I know you were locked in here, but maybe you were in the middle of a really good book and didn’t want to be disturbed.” His smile really is one of the best you’ve ever seen. 

“Well, it’s sweet of you to ask, then.” You give him a smile of your own. “I’m not loving my current book anyway, so you’ve come at a perfect time, I guess.”

His smile widens. He sounds just a little guilty when he asks, “Is it still perfect if I tell you I’m hungry?”

You’d already noticed how red his irises are, and with the dinner conversation, you’d already been prepared to let him feed. After your time with Minho, you’re even a little excited for it. “Yeah, it’s fine. I know it doesn’t take long, so I know you’ll be done in time for sunrise.”

He gets a devious look in his eye. “It doesn’t have to take long, but some of us prefer to be a little less… efficient when we feed. Would you be open to exploring a different method with me?”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, contemplating him. There was a certain implication in his tone. Taking in his lovely features, you can see another form of hunger in his eyes. You take his hand and lead him over to your bed. “I’m happy to try anything once.”

You scoot back to the center of your bed and he crawls not only toward you, but over your body, forcing you to lay flat on your back. His face hovers over yours, a lock of his pretty blond hair tickling your nose. You giggle as you reach up and tuck it behind his ear. His first kiss is soft, like he’s testing the waters, making sure you’re okay with it. Sweet.

You wrap your arms around his neck to bring him in for another. When he playfully nips at your lip, you can’t help but yelp. He pulls back, hand coming up to cup your cheek, running his thumb along your lip. “You know, biting is going to have to be a part of this.”

You can feel the blush coloring your face. “I know… I guess I’m still just a little jumpy about the whole blood thing.”

His grin is downright devious. “We’ll just have to get you used to it.”

He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, slowly increasing the pressure until his fangs pierce it. The pain is replaced by pleasure almost instantaneously. It’s not as intense as it was with Minho, but it still has heat pooling low in your belly. His tongue laves over the punctures, and he’s kissing you again. You don’t realize that he’d continued holding his body over yours  until he shifts over and lowers himself comfortably between your legs. 

He starts kissing his way down your neck, stopping to bite you once again. At the same time, he squeezes your breast, being sure to pinch your nipple between two fingers. The double stimulation has you aching, and you can’t help rolling your hips up against his. You can feel him getting harder, and it excites you enough that you don’t miss it too much when he retracts his teeth again. 

He sits back to pull your night dress off before his mouth continues its journey down your body. His hand returns to your breast, pinching and twisting at your nipple now as he takes the other into his mouth. 

“Felix, please,” you moan, so ready to feel another pulse of pleasure from his fangs. He obliges readily and it washes over you, more acute in combination with the way his tongue flicks as he sucks. You hold his head to your chest, gasping out your pleasure. 

You whimper when he disengages, chuckling as he kisses down your stomach. He nips here and there, building your anticipation with each bolt of bliss. You happily realize that when he doesn’t lick the wounds closed, the feeling from the venom doesn’t immediately fade. When he resettles between your legs, he wraps his arms under your legs, hands coming to rest on the top of your thighs. He kisses the inside of one thigh before sinking his teeth into the other; one of his hands comes down so that his thumb can brush against your clit, heightening your pleasure. 

All too soon he retracts his teeth, but before you can mourn the loss, he’s licking into your core. He slowly drags his tongue up so that he can replace his thumb with it. He moves it in small circles, listening to your gasps and moans and making small adjustments. You bring one hand to your breast while the other threads into his beautiful, blond hair. 

Felix plunges two fingers into you, curling and pumping in time with each lick. Your climax is building, your body tensing with each flick of his tongue and twitch of his fingers. You’re mewling, and you can feel tears gathering in your eyes. 

When he starts sucking and his teeth sink in, you scream with rapture. Your body convulses, the tears spill over, and you actually black out for a second. 

You come back to yourself as Felix is crawling back up your body, trailing kisses much like he did on his way down, though, this time instead of nipping, licking over the small bite marks. 

You’re still breathing heavily. “That was… amazing. But you didn’t…”

“That’s alright. I imagine this was a lot for your first time.” His smile is genuine. Then he winks. “You can always make it up to me tomorrow after you’ve rested.”

A certain light-headedness accompanies your blush. “Oh yes. Did you, um, did you not get enough to drink?”

“I did, don’t worry about that. I know you need time in between our feedings.” He tilts his head, a teasing look on his face. “You know we can do this kind of thing without me biting you. If you want to.”

You find you’re relieved to hear that he wants to hook up again regardless of feeding. This has been the best sexual experience of your life, but you’re eager to see how it goes without his venom intensifying your feelings. “I’d like that.”

He checks the clock and you realize it’s nearly sun up. No wonder you’re feeling so wiped out. He tucks you into bed with a final peck on the cheek. You’re asleep before you can hear the lock click. 

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Things continue this way for a while – Felix did come back the next night so that you could return the favor, as he said; he stops by a few nights a week, but he’s sure not to take any of your blood on the weeks he’s not meant to be feeding. When it is his turn, he drinks less at a time so that he can spread his feeding over the course of the first few days, ensuring that you still have four days to recuperate fully. 

None of the others have venom like Minho and Felix, so when you’re with them, things are more like how Chan was, gentle and a little detached, taking care that you’re comfortable but not making things feel particularly personal. Minho doesn’t take things as far as Felix does, but he still takes things up several notches compared to the rest. You like your weeks with them the best. 

On your third rotation, they decide that you can try increasing to four feedings per week. Jisung, Chan, Changbin, and Minho take the first week, and it goes fine, similar to adjusting to that first week. 

On the second week, you start with Hyunjin. Or you’re supposed to. He gets caught up with something and tells you that he’ll feed tomorrow. When Felix escorts you to your room for the night. You tell him that Hyunjin won’t be feeding tonight. He decides that he’ll still keep his spot in the rotation, but he does want to spend extra time with you tonight.

Thirty minutes later, he’s pounding into you from behind, one hand on your hip, the other pulling at your hair. On his next thrust, you let out a moaning shriek. Your door flies open at the sound, and you both turn to see Hyunjin in the doorway. He looks stricken. 

Felix pulls out and jumps off the bed, reaching Hyunjin at an inhuman speed. “Listen, Jin, this isn’t a big deal; it’s just physical and –”

“That makes it better?” Hyunjin is clearly upset, his eyes are glowing red. You’ve gotten used to them all, but you haven’t seen any of them angry since that first night. You scoot back until you hit the headboard, clutching the blanket to your chest. “You figured since you can give her something I can’t, might as well milk it?”

“Jinnie, that’s not fair,” Felix starts, reaching out to him. Hyunjin shoves, sending Felix tumbling into the small dining table you take your meals at sometimes. Felix’s eyes flash red now, too, and he’s growling. “Hyunjin! You’re overreacting.”

Before either of them can do or say anything else, Chan and Minho are there. Minho grabs Felix like he’s scruffing a cat and walks right back out. Chan holds Hyunjin in a bear hug while the latter thrashes and snaps his teeth at him. 

“Jinnie, you need to calm down, and then you need to feed.” 

The words send a bolt of panic down your spine. Hyunjin is usually one of the most gentle with you, but seeing him like this, you’re afraid to let him bite you. In this moment, it occurs to you that it won’t be your choice. Despite all the escorting and keeping you under lock and key, you’d managed to forget that you’re basically their blood slave. Chan punctuates that point by dragging a calmer, albeit still fuming Hyunjin to your bed. 

“I know this is a little scary, but he’s not mad at you.” Chan’s voice is gentle, like he’s talking to an injured animal he’s trying to save. “Can you just give me your arm, or even just stick out your leg if you’re too nervous.”

You appreciate that he’s asking, but you’re certain he’ll make you if you don’t comply. You try but fail to stop your shaking when you extend your arm to him. You feel the tears rolling down your cheeks when Chan takes your hand. 

Hyunjin’s eyes finally dim. “I won’t hurt you. I just need a little. I’m sorry.” He takes your hand out of Chan’s gingerly. He sits as he brings your wrist to his mouth. You feel the slight pinch of his teeth and close your eyes. 

True to his word, he finishes quickly. When he does, he gets up and leaves immediately. Chan bows his head to you in apology and follows after him. 

You haven’t moved by the time Minho returns. He takes in your huddled form, the tear streaks on your face, and heaves a sigh. He closes the door behind him and comes to sit at the foot of your bed. He rubs a hand across his face tiredly. 

“I’m sorry.”

Of all the things he could’ve said, you weren’t expecting an apology. It warms you just a little. When you speak, your voice is barely above a whisper. “Why are you apologizing?”

Minho laughs humorlessly. “Well, I can’t help but feel responsible for my progeny when he’s acting a fool. But I’m also sorry that you’re in this position.”

You can’t decide which part of that to question. If you remember your Vampire Diaries correctly, a vampire’s progeny are humans that they’ve turned. Minho is basically Felix or Hyunjin’s vampire dad? Before you can finish processing enough to come up with a question, he continues.

“I understand why Changbin has chosen to handle things this way, but I wonder if it’s a mistake.” He pouts a bit, eyeing the space between the two of you. You feel safe with Minho; you pat the space beside you. He moves slowly, slower than a human might, in an effort to keep you comfortable. “You’ve been a good sport in all this, but something like tonight shouldn’t have happened. I plan to request an official audience to speak with him about it tomorrow.”

He checks the clock, and you’re shocked to see how much time this whole ordeal took. You must’ve sat frozen on your bed for longer than you realized. Minho gets up and grabs your nightgown from the dresser. He passes it to you and turns to walk away immediately. Rather than leaving, he checks your window. It’s fitted with the same blackout shade and curtain combination on all the windows you’ve encountered, a safety measure in case a vampire can’t make it back to his room in time. He surprises you again by sliding into bed with you.

“You won’t let me get burned, right?” He doesn’t seem at all concerned that you might be planning to do just that if he stays in the room with you. He curls around you, kissing your cheek before snuggling his face into the back of your neck.

You say the only thing that makes sense to you at this moment. “Of course not.” And that’s how you spend your first day with a vampire. Sleeping comfortably in his arms. 

By the time you wake, Minho is gone. You go about your normal routine, getting ready for the night, when you hear a knock at your door. Chan is on the other side, looking sheepish with a shopping bag in hand. He holds the bag up to you.

“You like dancing, right?”

You look at him, take the bag, look inside and back at him, dumbfounded. Any time you’ve done anything with the group of them, you’re expected to dress up. Typically that’s just for dinner, but you have on one other occasion as well. Every time, you dress in these extravagant ball gowns with jewelry and light makeup. You still don’t understand why, but that’s beside the point. This bag holds clothes that you’d wear to a bar or club. 

“You’ve been cooped up here with us for ages. With all that’s been going on since your arrival, we haven’t even done anything fun.” He rubs at the back of his neck. “I, well, Minho and I decided that you deserve to have a normal life again, at least for a couple hours. So while everyone’s busy tonight, I thought I’d take you out. Minho will cover for us if we don’t make it back in time for dinner. What do you say?”

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In no time, you’re dressed and sneaking out of the castle. You go to a bar, drink, dance, and all around have a great time. When it’s time to head back, you realize that you’re excited to see Minho, to tell him about your night. You thank Chan repeatedly for doing this for you; if vampires could blush, you’re sure he’d have turned beet red when you hugged and kissed his cheek. 

You’ve barely stashed the clothes and cleaned your face when there’s another knock on your door. You open the door with a smile, Thinking Minho has finally arrived. It’s Hyunjin. Your face falls and you take a small step back. 

“I am sorry,” he mumbles. He squares his shoulders and clears his throat. “I shouldn’t have behaved that way last night; hungry or not. I just didn’t realize that you were in a relationship with Felix and was surprised. I’m sorry.”

You look down at your feet. “I’m sure it was a little shocking. And… and we’re not in a relationship.” You probably didn’t need to clarify that part, but it feels important to say so.

You can’t read his expression. “His majesty requests your presence. Please follow me.”

He doesn’t leave you much of a choice, turning on his heel and striding down the hall on those long legs. You scurry down the hall after him, worrying that you’re not dressed properly for an audience with the king. 

In the receiving chamber, Changbin sits atop a throne that looks like it might be made of obsidian, all black and shiny. He looks imposing and at home in the grandiose room. The serious look on his face sends a shiver down your spine.

“I’ve come to a decision,” he says gravely.

You swallow a couple times before you can ask, “Your decision about what, your majesty?”

His face breaks with a small smile. “About how best to protect our world and you.”

“Me?” Your eyes go wide. You knew that things might change some time considering all you’d learned about how other vampires were after you, but you still have no idea what they could have come up with besides locking you up even more. 

He motions for whoever is at the door to come in. You turn to see all seven of the men - vampires - you’ve been getting to know file in around you. You can feel your heartbeat pick up and a blush colors your cheeks when you realize they all know it, too. 

“I’ve decided to turn you.”

The color drains from your face at that. You look around at the guys; their expressions range from unhappy to encouraging. You drag your gaze back to Changbin’s. He looks resolute. You doubt you could change his mind, even if some of the others support you. But… Do you want to? 

You think back to the way they’d had to cut the castle staff down to a skeleton crew a few weeks after you’d arrived. a butler had been convinced to turn coat and aided in your attempted kidnapping by outside vampires. There were only a few other attempted assaults on the castle, and none made it very far. That’s when you’d gotten to see the extent of some vampires’ powers. Minho and Felix’s gifts make them more appealing, but the rest… you shudder at the memory of all the violence. As long as you stay here, there will be more attacks and those around you will have to keep going out on secret missions, sometimes coming back injured or ravenous, needing to switch feeding days with another so they can have you sooner. 

You’d already resigned yourself to living here for the rest of your life; this won’t change that. Your life is just going to be shorter than you anticipated. It’s not like you’ll be dead and gone. You nod at him. 

Changbin looks pleased. “Has Jeongin told you about how this will work?” 

“Y-yes.” You almost can’t believe how okay you are with this. Still, your heart is steadier than your voice. “You’ll d-drain my blood then f-feed me yours.”

Minho takes your hand in his. “You don’t need to be scared. I’ll make sure you don’t feel any pain.” You meet his eyes with a smile.

“So, you’ll do it?”

Changbin answers before he can. “No, I will turn you myself. But Minho and the others will be allowed to help take your blood. Minho and Felix’s venom will alleviate the negative effects of blood loss and the change.”

They take you to another room you’ve never been in before and lay you down on a thin bed, your back against Minho’s chest as he leans against the headboard. The rest of them fan out around you, Changbin sitting to your right. Felix takes your wrist in his hand, kissing it gently before sinking his teeth in. That now familiar sensation of pleasure starts to flow through you. You watch as Seungmin bites your other wrist while Chan and Jisung each bite into one of your thighs. 

As always, it doesn’t take as long as you’d think, and they all are careful to take only their allotted amount. Felix is going slower than the others so that his teeth remain when the others finish. You feel a bit lightheaded, around two liters of your blood gone already, but you’re grounded by Minho behind you and the gentle hold Changbin has taken hold of your hand. Minho presses a kiss to your shoulder, and then his venom is flowing through you, taking you to cloud nine. You barely notice Felix being replaced by Hyunjin, Jeongin biting just above where Chan did, and Changbin leaning in to bite your neck. 

It’s not your typical state of euphoria, but as he said, Minho keeps you from feeling any discomfort, let alone pain. When you’re floating on the precipice of death, you don’t even feel Changbin’s wrist shoved against your mouth. The iron-y taste of his blood fills your mouth. If you still had any sense, you’d wonder why you’re not completely disgusted about it. After a second, the thirst hits you, and you actually begin to drink.

When his wrist is taken away, you feel the first pangs of discomfort. You want, no you need, more. you try to reach for him, but find that your arms are being restrained. You thrash against their hold, trying to get to him, trying to get more blood. You might hear voices, but nothing makes sense. All you can understand is that you’re hungry. 

You feel another pulse of pleasure emanating from your other shoulder. It takes the edge off. You’re finally able to take in the room around you. Jisung, Chan, and Changbin all left at some point. You can feel Minho behind you again, notice that Felix biting you is what helped bring your full consciousness back. He’s holding your right arm to him. Hyunjin is holding your left. Seungmin and Jeongin each have one of your legs. 

“She’s coming to, you can probably let go now.” You think it’s Changbin’s voice. Maybe he didn’t leave after all. 

“Drink this.” Chan holds out a blood bag. 

You snatch it from him and put the tube in your mouth like a straw. Your human sensibilities still have a hold on you, though. As hungry as you feel, you’re too aware of the fact that you’ll be sucking up blood. 

Chan takes the bag back, ignoring your whine at its loss. “Here.” He takes a big swig from the bag and puts a knee on the bed next to you, one hand on Minho’s shoulder for stability, the other gripping your chin and tiling your head back. Blood drips from his lips into your mouth. It’s delicious. You reach up, dislodging Felix, your hands land on either side of Chan’s head. You pull his mouth down to yours, licking and sucking, trying to take every last drop of blood from him. 

The vampires around you chuckle, you hear Jisung ask, “Oh Channie, if I’m thirsty will you feed me like that, too?”

There are a few more jokes, but your focus is almost entirely on the blood bag that’s been returned to you. The tubing is dripping after Chan’s sip, all your reservations dissolve and you suck it down in record time. 

You feel when Minho finally unlatches from your shoulder. You realize that your frenzy may have been partially fueled by his venom. You do feel an ache throughout your entire body now, but it’s bearable. You lean back against his chest, face turned to the side to thank him. He gives you a smile, rubs a drop of spilled blood from your lip and lets you pull his thumb between your lips to clean it off. 

“I’ll take her up to her room, sire.” Minho gestures to Chan who produces another bag of blood for you. As you drink, you let him scoot you up the bed so that he can slide out from behind you before he scoops you into his arms. When you get upstairs, he lays you gently on your bed. “How are you feeling, jagiya?”

You expect to feel your face flush at the term of endearment and realize that that will never happen again. “I’m okay, I think. Thank you again, Minho.”

He kisses your forehead. “Of course. I’m happy I could make your transition a pleasant one.” He moves as if to leave. You grab his hand.

“Would you stay with me?”

You’ve never seen a gentler smile on Minho’s face. Before he slides into bed with you, he checks to make sure your windows are covered properly. Then he’s curling his body around yours, hand running over your hip soothingly.

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Over the next couple weeks, Minho is with you whenever he can be. He helps you to get used to your new preternatural speed, strength, and senses. He’s also been sharing your bed most nights. Jeongin and Jisung have started jokingly referring to him as your boyfriend, and neither of you deny it. 

Minho can’t help with everything, though. As your sire, Changbin passed a power on to you. While he’s able to control birds, your power is lesser, similar to the way that Felix’s venom gives a fraction of the pleasure compared to that of Minho, his sire. It is possible for your power to increase with age, but for now, you can only communicate with birds; they are inclined to follow your requests, but they have the ability to refuse, unlike with Changbin’s orders. It will take hundreds of years to find out how your power will change, though, so you don’t think too much about it.

There is another aspect of your transformation that everyone has been anxious about. The reason they decided to turn you is because your blood was highly sought after. None of your ancestors, to anyone’s knowledge, became vampires, so no one knows if feeding from you will have any effect on other vampires. You have to wait for the blood flowing through your body to truly ‘become yours’ again.

It’s a bit anticlimactic when you find out that your bloodline gift is gone. The upside is that 

no one should be coming after you anymore. You’re happy to stay at the castle with a new sense of freedom and for the staff to be allowed to return, sans the traitors. You’ve missed having your maid help you dress for dinner. As much as you like the guys, it’s nice to have other people around to talk to from time to time. 

Changbin tells you that it won’t be easy to make other vampire factions believe that you’re no longer valuable to them. Being king allows him to make a declaration, but those factions who worked against him will still take time, and those who have not been outwardly rebellious may still need to be shown proof. 

This means you’re still on house arrest. When the next attack occurs, you’ve trained enough with Chan and Minho that you’re able to join the fight. This does wonders for spreading the news that you’re no longer human, but some still question if that means you’ve lost the gift. 

Eventually Changbin decides that a show of power, or lack thereof, is in order. He is organizing a ball. At this ball, vampires from prominent houses will be allowed to drink from you to show that no one can benefit from your blood any more. 

The idea of letting others, strangers, drink your blood just to prove a point. Hypocritical as it might be, it feels different than when you arrived here. You turn to Minho, one of Changbin’s top advisers, your boyfriend, in hopes that he’ll argue for you, but he agrees with his king. 

Jisung is surprisingly on your side. The night of the ball, with more and more guests arriving every minute, you hit peak panic. You find Jisung in his room and ask him to help you get away; you don’t want to be subjected to however many vampires it’ll take to convince the vampire community to leave you alone. 

You make it as far as the back garden.

“You can’t do this, jagi.” Minho’s voice is soft but you can hear the authority in his tone. “Come, we have to get you ready.”

You’re crying, but you don’t care. “How can you make me do this?”

Minho looks pained, but he doesn’t waver. Despite your new vampire strength, you’re no match for a centuries old vampire; you know it’s not even worth it to try fighting him. You allow him to take your arm and take you back up to your room. On the way, you make it clear that you feel betrayed and that you don’t want to be with him anymore. He apologizes, but he doesn’t try to change your mind.

As soon as you end it, you feel this strange pull in your chest. Is this… heartbreak? You’ve had boyfriends before, thought you were in love, but you didn’t even think you had truly fallen for Minho yet. You wonder if like so many other aspects of your new life, this emotion is just intensified. 

Once back in your room, you bathe and Myrna is once again offering you a selection of dresses. The feeling in your chest has gotten worse, you’re having trouble focusing on them. When Myrna asks what’s wrong, you do your best to describe the feeling.

“Is this normal?” You rub at your chest, feeling tears building up behind your eyes. “Do you know how to make it stop?”

“I’m sorry, my lady,” Myrna looks a little panicked. “Please sit down while I go get help. Someone older might know what’s happening.”

They must’ve all been together, because Chan, Minho, and Changbin all burst through your door at once. The latter two each take one of your hands, and Chan lays one hand on your forehead and the other between your breasts.

“How long has this been going on?” Chan’s eyes are closed, face pinched in concentration. 

You glance at Minho, and something must click for him, because he answers for you. “About half an hour.”

The other two eye him curiously. Before either can ask how he knows and why he didn’t say anything before, Seungmin flies into the room. “There’s something wrong with Felix!”

Chan and Changbin lock eyes with matching looks of awe. Minho stands with a smile; you’re in pain, and he’s smiling. Before you can lose your temper about it, he speaks up again. “Bring him here, and you both will be alright.”

Seungmin looks confused, but at Changbin’s nod, he’s gone. 

“Man, I haven’t seen this since I was a fledgling,” Chan says with a sigh as he too turns away from you, as if you don’t feel like you’re burning from the inside out. 

Changbin smiles widely. “I’ve never seen it happen.”

“Someone tell me what’s happening to me!” Seconds after you shout, you realize the sensation is beginning to lessen. 

You can hear several people coming down the hallway. When Felix is in your sight line, the pull has a different kind of warmth to it, and you feel calm. At the same moment, you run toward each other, meeting in the middle of the room. In Felix’s arms, the sensation in your chest dissolves completely. You both look to the eldest vampires for an explanation. 

Hyunjin is the one who speaks, though, so your heads whip around to look at him. He’d clearly been down after catching you and Felix together all those weeks ago and then again when you and Minho had become an item. Now, though, he looks blissful. “They’re soulmates.”

“What?” Jisung asks. The rest of the vampires, save the three oldest, look as confused as you are. 

“It’s part of the old stories,” Hyunjin explains. “It was rare then, and it’s even more so now. In theory, all vampires could all have soulmates, but it’s so hard to find them, it’s unclear if everyone does or if it’s just a select few. But you find your soulmate through ‘The Tether,’ a pulling sensation in your chest that begins when you get within a certain distance of your soulmate. At the farthest point, it is extremely painful; it’s meant to push you toward your soulmate, but in many cases, it did the opposite. It only lessens when you’re in close proximity.”

“But why did it only start today, a little while ago?” Felix asks, though his eyes are searching your face, hands running over your arms and shoulders, like he can’t take his attention away from you. 

Hyunjin scrunches his face up in thought, but Minho takes over the explanation for him. 

“It’s because her heart wasn’t open to the connection before.” He’s still smiling, but he sounds a little sad now. “I’m sorry that I hurt you with my choice to support the plan for tonight, jagi, but it did give you the chance to realize your heart belongs to Felix. Even if we could’ve mended things, since Felix was so close, even the smallest gap in your affection for me was enough to give the Tether space to latch on.”

You’d been angry at him, ended things even, but you honestly expected to get back together by the end of the party. You care for Minho, but at that thought, you realize that it’s no longer what you want. It’s bittersweet. He takes your hand, presses a kiss to your knuckles, before grabbing Felix by the nape of his neck, pulling him over to kiss his forehead. 

“Let’s leave them to process this,” Changbin suggests. “You all have duties tonight, get to them. Felix, I expect you both in the ballroom within the hour. Don’t dawdle.” 

“Yes, sir,” Felix says with a nod of his head. 

Once everyone else is gone, Felix guides you to your bed. Sitting side by side, you silently agree to just take this news in. After a few minutes, you say, “Well I’m happy Hyunjin doesn’t seem mad at us anymore.”

Felix’s laugh has never sounded more like music before. “He was never really mad, not at you. Maybe a little at me and Minho. He was just frustrated with himself for not acting on his feelings.”

The silence returns, but it’s not awkward. Still, it can’t last forever. Felix squeezes your hand. “Are you okay with this?”

Now you’re the one laughing. “I don’t think we have a choice, but even if we did, I think I would be. Obviously I was drawn to you before I turned, even if it was mostly sexual.”

He flashes a cocky grin at you. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” 

The clock on the mantle chimes. You still have a lot to do before you’re ball-ready. 

“Would you find Myrna for me?” You stand and go over to the rack of dresses. You look back at Felix, notice the blue accents of his attire. You select a dress in a similar blue. “I need her help with this dress.”

“Of course.”

“And you’ll wait to escort me down when I’m ready?”

He does. Once you’re dressed and made up, Felix takes you down to the ballroom. With all the excitement, you’d nearly forgotten to be nervous. Felix’s presence at your side calms you. And ultimately, Minho did have your back. While you were still upstairs, he’d convinced Changbin to take a different approach. 

When the time comes for Changbin’s announcement, he invites the naysayers to say their piece. Among those brave or stupid enough to do so, only one was disrespectful. The rest suddenly had far less to say after Seungmin ripped the man’s head off. 

The party goes on as planned once everyone settles. Many of the vampires you meet as the night goes on are quite nice. You receive several invitations to visit different vampire estates that Felix smoothly declines, issuing his own invitations so that until all the rebellious factions have been rooted out, you’ll be safe and well guarded at home. 

When the ball finally ends, you retire to Felix’s rooms with him and spend your first official night in the arms of your soulmate. And you couldn’t be happier.

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Small Forevers | One Shot

SFW, sad vibes, yearning vibes Levi x Y/N one shot Summary: You and Levi once thought you’d be together forever. Forever doesn’t come, and Levi is getting married to someone else. (I did, in fact, break my own heart writing this one.) Word count: 2297

When Levi first realized he was in love with you, the moment came out of nowhere.

The two of you didn’t even see each other that often. You knew from the start that Levi was more than just busy — his duty came first, and he was, in every sense of the word, unavailable.

Still, you couldn’t resist the stolen moments and scattered nights you’d spend together. You’d have endured a thousand lifetimes just for the fleeting, ephemeral moments when his gaze upon you would soften.

And, for reasons he hadn’t, couldn’t tell you, he couldn’t resist you, either.

You’d convinced him, on one especially clear-skied night, to go outside and look at the stars with you. He groaned at the idea, his thoughts already riddled with the aftermath of grass stains on his clothes and mud on his boots, but he said yes. For you.

So, you sat out in the grass by a stream with him, his head nestled into your lap. You spent an hour pointing out stars to him and making up the most absurd names for constellations you could think of, vehemently persuading him that they were real.

“I can’t believe you really believed there was a constellation called The King’s Toilet,” you giggled, looking down at him, a wry smile gliding onto your face.

“Sorry, did I not tell you fifteen times how insane that sounded?” He frowned, but his eyes betrayed the faintest inkling of amusement. “You derive too much enjoyment from making me suffer. You’re sick in the head. I should let Hange run experiments on you.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t dare.” Your jaw dropped in mock-offense.

“I might.” The crease between his brow smoothed out, slightly.

A comfortable silence fell between you two, as you tilted your head back up to look at the sky.

“Sometimes,” you began, your voice wistful, melting into the midnight purple sky. “I look up at the moon when we’re not together, and I wonder if you’re looking at it, too. Wherever you are.”

You tilted your head back down, your eyes found his.

“This is why you keep me around, huh? To torment me with your sentimentality?” His gaze narrowed, but the lightest shade of pink crawled onto his cheeks, barely perceptible through the darkness.

“No, it’s not,” your voice leveled out into a mellow rhythm. “I also like looking at your nose.”

“That’s what does it for you?” His eyebrow raised, hovering somewhere between disbelief and mesmerized. “My nose?”

Mmm, you hummed, the soft lilt of your voice blending melodically into the chirping of crickets and serene trickling of the stream — he was certain that it was the most beautiful song he’d ever heard.

“It does. Among other things.” Your finger gently traced down the slope of his nose, landing at the tip of it. “But, mostly your nose.”

His eyes trailed from your finger on his nose, up your hand, up the gentle curve of your arm, your shoulder, your neck. Without even trying, he memorized every faded scar, every freckle, every strand of hair that fell past your shoulder. Consuming the sight of you was like breathing for him — involuntary, simple, but necessary for his survival.

When his eyes finally met yours, it wasn’t just that he saw something in them. It was that he saw everything.

“You’re really strange, you know. I’ll remember to look at the moon more.” His voice was dry as ever. It was the only thing he could think to say; the words he truly felt were stuck somewhere in his ribcage, tangled together and out of his reach.

“I know.” You whispered, your words dripping out of your mouth as sweet as honey onto his skin. Your finger fell from the tip of his nose to his lips. You knew.

You leaned down, strands of your hair falling forward and gently grazing against his jawline; a touch so delicately intimate, it felt like a secret he was being let in on.

Your lips pressed softly against his, which immediately parted, just for you. His tongue swept across yours. No, this wasn’t honey. It was so much better. This was ambrosia — the stuff reserved for only the gods to taste, miraculous, a promise of immortality.

This was forever. He was sure of it. You were, too.

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As the months passed by, Levi came to visit you more frequently. You weren’t sure if this was a conscious effort of his or simply happenstance, and you didn’t ask. You just accepted it.

He’d sleep with his head on your chest, the steadiness of your heartbeat soothing him to sleep. At first, he’d tend to wake up throughout the night, staring at the ceiling or out the window; he’d wake up before you, the bed empty beside you in the morning. You’d never forget the first time you woke up to him, still asleep, nuzzled against your chest. Soon, that became normal.

You’d tell him stories about the minutiae of your daily life, which he’d listened to intently, finding that they gave him a brief, rare feeling of normalcy. You’d read him passages from the books you read — he’d mutter gripes under his breath at poetry and clench his jaw in concentration at history. You’d muse and ramble about your latest ideas, dreams, wishes, hopes, and no matter how ridiculously sentimental he’d call you, he’d always listen as if your voice was the only sound that had ever existed to him.

For the most part, this is how it was. You talked. And he listened. Physical affection was shared with softer, gentler touches, though his lips seemed to always find the tender spot on your neck below your ear, his favorite place to kiss you. His hand would wrap around the bottom of your neck, not with any force or possessiveness, but with reverence, worship.

Levi began to open up to you, too. He’d tell you a story about his days in the Underground or what went wrong during his last mission or about how uncertain he really felt, all the time. He’d confide in you that he didn’t know if good or bad even existed within him, that he wasn’t entirely sure what he was anymore. He’d reveal pieces of himself the way water flows from a cracked vase — a slow, evenly paced drip. And every time he told you something new, he looked a little bit softer, lighter.

He’d started bringing you bundles of wildflowers when he’d see you because he said they reminded him of you. By the time they’d start to wilt, he’d appear at your door, fresh ones in hand. It was like a perfectly tuned clock, set to a pace that only the two of you knew about.

When you were together, the entire universe diluted itself down to the two of you — all of the stars, the cosmos, existed just to burn between the two of you. Nothing else mattered.

It was like this for a while. But, fate is fickle, and some forevers, like the stars in the sky, burn too brightly, too fiercely, too quickly to last eternally.

His visits to you became fewer and further in between. It wasn’t his fault, you knew this. You’d never blame him for it. You’d heard whisperings of what had been going on within the Survey Corps and it was enough to make you worry. Actually worry.

It had been a handful of months since he’d last visited you, but he still fit into your bedroom like he had never left. Wildflowers in hand.

The warm glow of the candlelight in your room illuminated his features in a way that softened his often sharp appearance — he was so beautiful. He had no idea. He never did.

Your head was cradled in his lap as he sat against the headboard of your bed. His hand rested on the top of your head, stroking your hair and holding you in place, as if keeping you where you belonged.

His gaze was distant, fixated on some invisible point in front of himself, far away. He was like this the last time he visited you, too. And the time before. And the time before.

His fingers slipped through your hair; he slipped through your fingers.

“Levi,” you whispered, gently. “Where are you? Come back...”

His gaze snapped to yours, a foggy haze in his eyes. “Sorry.”

His fingers continued their soft motion through your hair.

“What’s been going on with you?” You didn’t want to ask, you didn’t want to know the answer. You were afraid that the question would pry out of him an answer that would shatter the fragile glass that had encased the two of you, preserving your connection.

“It’s…” his eyes searched yours, as if contemplating how much to reveal, how much to worry you, “complicated. Tch. Gone to shit. Everything has. I don’t have a damn clue what’s going to happen. Not that I ever have.”

You reached up, your fingers gently molded to the curve of his cheek, a familiar feeling. “Levi, isn’t it always complicated? And you always end up on the other side of it. You will this time, too.” You tried to lull him out of this riptide with your voice.

His hand found the back of his neck, rubbing it with jagged movement.

“It’s different this time. Every shitty thing is different. I can’t afford to be… away from it anymore. I can’t keep letting everyone down. I just- I have to be there. I can’t afford distractions.”

Your lips dipped into a small frown. “Is that what this has been for you? What… I have been to you? A distraction?”

“No.” His eyes widened, flooding with instant regret. “Fuck. No.”

“I guess,” you sighed, your throat working hard to get the words out, “even from the start, I knew it was only a matter of time, before…”

“Yeah,” he cut you off. “It probably was.”

Silence. A long one.

“Shit,” he muttered, the word slicing through the thick air. His hand shifted from the back of his neck to on top of yours, holding your hand to his cheek as if it was his last lifeline, his final fruitless attempt to keep you attached to him.

“You’ll be able to come back eventually, right? Even if it takes a long time?” It was a Hail Mary of a question, and you knew that, but you were desperate. The very core of your being filled with an impossibly chasmic ache at the thought of him not returning to you.

“I don’t want to make a promise I can’t keep, Y/N.”

You paused. Your gaze drifted away from him. “I love you, Levi.”

“I know.” He replied quickly, his voice husky, strained. He took a breath. “I love you too, Y/N.”

It was the first time he’d ever said it.

Your eyes found his, for what you knew was the last time.

And there it was. That softened gaze of his.

“Maybe in the next life, we’ll get it right.” Your voice barely made a sound, the words disappearing into the air.

“Maybe.”

He retracted his hand. Yours dropped down to the bed.

***

It was for an everlasting stretch of time that you felt like you were left with the hollowed out husk of a soul. You couldn’t fathom the thought of ever loving again; part of you would always belong to him.

Time had a funny way of surprising you, though, the way it always does. Eventually, you learned to fill that empty husk again; it became new, different.

Your head started to fit in the crook of someone else’s neck. The sound of someone else’s voice saying your name became the last thing you’d hear every night. You memorized a new person’s list of likes, dislikes, idiosyncrasies, fears, memories, mannerisms, hopes.

You’d finally reached goals that you’d once told Levi about, visited places you thought you’d bring him to see. You’d have dreams that he’d find nonsensical, complaints that you knew only he’d understand, or read a book that he’d enjoy. You’d wake up one day and suddenly have a distaste for what was once your favorite food, and for some reason, you’d want to tell him — you’d want to write to him, “I’ve changed since then. Have you?”

You’d still look at the moon sometimes and wonder if, maybe, he was looking at it, too. Like he said he would.

When you heard through a chain of friends-of-friends-of-friends that Levi was actually getting married to someone else, it felt like your entire world shifted on its axis. It wasn’t that you were angry, or even surprised — you had moved on, and he had every right to do the same.

It was that you wondered if a part of him still belonged to you, too.

You wondered if she loved his nose the way you did.

***

The day was here. Levi stood at the altar, a place that he honestly never envisioned himself being, across from someone who wasn't you. But, it felt right. This much was true. Being with her felt like being enveloped in a slow, warm breeze that could thaw through the coldest winter air. Her love was a tender, soft comfort he’d grown used to, that he’d started to rely on. It was different.

“I do.” The words came out of her mouth soft, rounded, sweet. Her cheeks glowed. She was happy. He made her happy. Even still, it was hard for him to believe that he could have that effect on somebody.

And now, she had told everyone that this — that Levi — was, undoubtedly, her forever.

It was his turn to say it. Those two words.

He looked into her eyes.

And, while he knew that he saw something in them, he didn’t see everything.

Requested by @leviykwim

Masterlist

[greml1nb0i]

I hate the fact that Alastor’s reasoning for wanting to be a powerful sinner overlord is just... power? That’s it?? I wish the reason he made a deal with the devil was tied to historical context like not being able to become a radio show host due to the racism of the time. That desire could have slowly driven him to do anything to achieve his dream, leading to some really questionable actions for the devil (like cannibalism) which ultimately got him sent to Hell

What also pisses me off is that Viv didn’t even need to add the voodoo element . She could have just said that he practices dark magic with the devil granting him the knowledge as a reward for giving away his soul. Then instead of using voodoo symbols she could’ve replaced them with radio schematic symbols you know since he's referred to as the radio demon???

And don’t get me started on the whole Wendigo-deer-cannibal thing which is a huge misconception about Wendigo folklore in Native American culture which is also considered cultural appropriation due to how a creature from their culture has been co-opted and changed in ways that do not reflect their traditions

This is what critics and even fans I've seen mean when they say Viv is terrible at character design because it’s so clear she does Z E R O research

Oh boy, yes Alastor is a loaded character, he has so much wrong with him that if Viv just spent an hour or a week longer on thinking about, they'd be better versions than what we have.

Im going to use my own rewrite and my experience with the occult to best answer this. Bare with me folks. Lets take a deep dive into Alastor's character.

Alastor could very well have had his motivation be racially charged. He lives in an era where Jim Crow is rampant, it'd not hard to believe, that Alastor would want to prove a old white mf wrong by being the best damn radio host ever. This is where imma bring in my rewrite.

In my rewrite, i made Alastor dream of getting a radio show his whole motivation BECAUSE of the baseball games he'd over hear on Sundays with his Ma and Pa. The interworking of the mechanics [radio waves and the such] fascinated Al and so he went on to pursue a impossible dream. Alastor's parents whether their support is there or not, greatly affects where or not Alastor thinks he's doing the right thing or not, they are his conscience for better or for worse.

Then a jealous white guy "gives him an opportunity to prove himself". Only for it to be a cheap prank that make Al look like a fool. The prank can go from harmless and humiliating, to down right atrocious and evil. [im not spilling all the tea on Alastor's chapter, nice try, wait til it releases lmao].

Anyway you get the point

THIS is where the real motivations can come in. Its "justified" in Alastor's mind to murder these people; but ofc to the audience we think he should just run.

What he actually does is dependent on a few things.

THIS could be the story of Alastor but Vivzie keeps fucking around with the edge lord shit.

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Onto the voodoo stuff.

Alastor's ties to the occult, more specifically Voodoo, is:

1, not shocking to me in the slightest.

and

2, incredibly offensive to not only Bipoc individuals but also other Occult practitioners.

We may not practice the same things but we will get pissed if a branch of the Occult is being used in media for the "oh so scary and evil trope".

This is one of those moments where Viv didn't even bother doing research.

Let me first explain what a closed practice is.

A close practice is an occult practice that is otherwise determined by your ethic background. If you are not born into it or invited, you may not be allowed to practice. Some practices do not give out Initiations or allow "outsiders" to practice.

Voodoo is a closed occult practice that has many branches,[yes like a government] most of which are all tied back to bipoc cultures, such as Cubans, Haitians, etc., They follow a certain code and ethics. For example: Those who are Haitian take part in Haitian Vodou who believe in the Lwa.

There is also a difference between Hoodoo and Voodoo.

Hoodoo is more spiritual and a way of mindfulness and superstition with folklore such as throwing salt over your shoulder and never placing your purse on the floor, while Voodoo is more religious and more polytheistic.

Hoodoo is also designated to those who are Black. So it doesn’t matter if you’re Haitian, Cuban, Brazilian, Caribbean or even American; just as long as you hold African roots, you can participate in the practice.

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You still following me? Good. Lets move on.

Now that i have these explained what Voodoo and Hoodoo is, i can talk about how they've been demonize in media, even to this day, and why Viv is a dumbass for doing the same exact thing.

Lemme make one thing clear first.

Cultural appropriation is when cultural beliefs or traditions are stolen and slightly altered to be someone else’s idea in the name of a trend.

When we as a society adopt practices from outside of our own culture it’s important to be mindful and conscious about where they came from.

Appreciation doesn’t hurt anyone but appropriation does.

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In America, Voodoo has been used to perpetuate damaging stereotypes of the black community and deepen the act of ‘othering’.

Newspapers and fabricated racial stories about Voodoo were used to portray black people as primitive and dangerous, and particularly to present black men as rapists of white women, framing Voodoo as the space in which they commit violent sexual acts.

This may explain one of the Jim Crow Laws but in a different light, since interracial marriage was illegal and black men could be beaten or worse, killed for it. I wouldn't be surprised if this was why, besides other racists illogical reasonings obviously.

The idea that Voodoo was something negative, violent, alienating and anti-white, was concocted by white supremacists, slave owners and colonists. Racists mfs basically

Sadly it was never sincerely questioned, and as a result the common perception of Voodoo remains negative and ill-informed.

Thus why we still see depiction of Voodoo and Hoodoo being used as "evil" in Princess and The Frog, The Child's Play film series, EVEN Batman, AHS, the list goes on and on and on, but now Hazbin.

In conclusion, Voodoo was seen as satanic, [Satanic Panic] and rituals were described as "summoning zombies, devils and spirits". Practitioners were seen as animalistic, violent, hyper-sexualized and barbaric. This played into the societal want to control and maintain the many racist laws that were in place. Voodoo was used to paint black people and the BIPOC community as a whole, as threats to civilization, to safety and to freedom.

As you can see the depiction and use of Voodoo nowadays is not in the best light nor has really ever been, Viv continuing to deflect the "you shouldn't do this, its racist and cultural appropriation" critiques, in order to have her WHITE idea of "spooky scary evil" magic.

Which may remind you DOES NOT EXISTS.

If a person claims to be doing "dark" or "black" magick, that mf is full of shit cuz that stuff doesnt exist. Its a cycle that never got broken and probably never will.

There is a form of magick called "shadow magick" however its purely for inward reflection on the mind, body and soul. Basically hardcore therapy but its all on your own and your "shadow self", which is a manifestation of your inner mind and self conscience thoughts. No you aren't actually summoning a shadow being, its all metaphorical and for therapeutic means. Please go see a therapist before ever performing this type of practice on yourself. You may find out things about yourself you do not like.

Also please do not begin practicing the Occult just because you might think its edgy or cool, Occult practices can be dangerous if you don't know wtf you are doing or know the basics. They are also not used for "funsies". Think of it like any other religious practice, be respectful with it.

Do your research and please for the love of the gods, do not claim to have supernatural abilities, you will be laughed at by others in practice.

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MOVING ON.

Stick with me folks this is the last sections i promise.

Now lets talk about something that i love, Cryptids, specifically Wendigos.

Wendigos are not deer creatures, that is the Hollywood version of Wendigos, because real ones are butt fucking ugly.

The wendigo is part of the traditional belief system of a number of Native tribes, including the Ojibwe, the Saulteaux, the Cree, the Naskapi, and the Innu tribes.

The Wendigo is described as:

-being an emaciated corpse

-like a gaunt skeleton recently disinterred from the grave

-Lips being tattered and bloody, or unclean and suffering from not eating flesh

- it gave off a strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition

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So tell me where does the deer description come from?

 Blame Filmmaker Larry Fessenden,

He was the reason it became a huge thing.

He claims that a teacher in school originally told him a wendigo-like story about a deer monster, which he combined in his head with the wendigo tale from "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark."

Then later, the classic Wendigo story by Algernon Blackwood, creating his own mythology of the beast that he used in creating a 2001 movie simply titled Wendigo.

It was a weird horror movie and didn't even relate too closely to the myth, with the monster barely appearing.

Larry was unhappy with how the suit turned out because it was rushed, but the image caught on big from that point.

So can we all collectively say FUCK YOU LARRY.

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And there you have it Anon.

Viv doesnt research shit and it took me only an hour to type all this out and double check some thing.

This is probably the longest deep dive ive done for Alastor, ive already done one on his character design in a previous ask, so if you want my opinion on that, look for that post.

Thank you Anon.

[hiraikotsusama]

ATTENTION! THIS IS A RANT POST ABOUT THOR: RAGNAROK

If you are not interested/a Ragnarok fan please skip, or just don't leave negative comments, thank you.

Ok, here we go.

I personally hate how overrated Thor: Ragnarok is.

People only started criticising Waititi's direction after the Love and Thunder flop, and I was honestly flabbergasted, because... They were criticising the exact same things they loved so much in Ragnarok.

For example, they criticised Thor being too stupid and unserious but... He was already an idiot in Ragnarok? Which, by the way, even as a Loki stan, was the thing I hated the most about the movie (I guess the Odinsons just have a tendency of becoming idiotic scapegoats in every modern piece of media that depicts them. Yes, I'm also referencing the Loki series here.)

But moving on.

Another thing that was funny to me was people (rightfully) criticising the lack of seriousness and conflict with such a great villain. And, once again, I was there standing like... It's the SAME THING that happened in Ragnarok?? Like, the movie that's supposed to be about Ragnarok literally only had like 20 minutes of apocalypse/main conflict with Hela/Surtr in it! Most of the goddamn movie takes place on a dumb garbage planet with the Grandmaster (another wasted character) just fucking around. Little side note here, the Grandmaster is supposed to be the Collector's brother (in the comics and cartoon they both collect rare things and people and compete over it, yadda yadda) and yet this isn't referenced in any way? His powers are never shown. Like what? The potential? Wasted like that? UGH.

Also, this movie adds shallow characters. First of all, obviously, the Grandmaster, who I already covered. Then, and here I'm taking a deep breath waiting to get crucified, Valkyrie.

Ok, I'm going to try and explain this one easily. Valkyrie isn't a bad character, ok? I'm already going to say this since I want to clarify it as soon as possible. I don't think she's bad and I don't dislike her. The problem is, she is given a shallow personality and shallow purpose, at least when I look at her. For instance, I appreciated the way her trauma was portrayed, with her drinking and all, but they do joke about it sometimes (too many) and that I do not appreciate. But then. Her personality just... Ends there. And again, this is comprehensible in a way, but what I do not understand is her just switching sides randomly, like she didn't capture and shock Thor just hours before in the movie. That, plus her serving little purpose to the plot is what irks me the most. Like, the main things she does in the movie are:

1. Capturing Thor and bringing him to the GM.

2. Telling them about the only way out of the planet.

3. Being there in the final battle.

And if this was a better written movie, this would make her a necessary character. But in Ragnarok... She isn't.

She catches Thor, then dips. Ok, just have him randomly land in the GM's throne room, or have him getting caught by another rando who then dips.

The escape? Loki has lived with the GM (and his most trusted court members/whatever they are supposed to be) for two weeks. Do you really think that someone like him couldn't gather such a massive piece of info in this time? Or even better, do you think he hasn't noticed the GIANT EINSTEIN-ROSEN BRIDGE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SKY? He is intelligent. That's the point of his character. He would- SHOULD- have figured it out in a matter of days, the only thing stopping him was getting to a decent ship to cross said bridge, and that's what he actually needed his brother (and maybe Hulk, even if his presence was pretty random) for.

The final battle was disappointing, so I'm not even going to comment this one.

All of this to say that, with the way the character/movie was written, Valkyrie could have been removed, a few changes could have been made and the movie would have been the same. Yeah, she's friends with Hulk, which, cool, but once again this bond isn't used in any way besides her joking with him and Bruce. Her character was treated way better in the What If episodes she appeared in.

Then we have Korg. Yeah, I got nothing to say, he's an idiot that used to be a serious/half-important character in comics/series and got severely distorted in this movie like most other characters starring in it. Funnily enough, just like Valkyrie, his character is treated better and is way more useful in What If, which is honestly ironic.

Then, I could talk about the mistreatment of both Thor and Loki's characters but that would take a post the length of the Divine Comedy, so I'll just cut it short and cover the most important points.

Thor and Loki are obviously not appreciated (Loki is disliked more, of course he is), and therefore are written in a very OOC way. Thor turns into a full blabbering idiot and Loki is interpreted as someone whose only purpose is to betray, stab and rule. And that's all I'm going to say for now, even though I might extend the discourse in a future post.

And now, oooh boy, Hela. I loved Hela, I was excited as soon as she appeared on screen. And what happened next? Her brothers got lost in space and we didn't see them interact with her in any way besides her introduction and the short ahh dialogue with Thor in the final battle. I hate this so much. Once again, the movie that's supposed to talk about Ragnarok only shows the conflict in the last 20 minutes of the movie. And we barely see Hela, or at least we don't get to see her as much as we should, given that she's supposed to be the main antagonist of the damn movie. Her character was great, for all that we could see, but she is a walking definition of wasted potential and I despise it.

Now, there is something I do appreciate about the movie, and it's the characterization of Hulk. He finally isn't reduced to a stupid destroyer or dumb beast, and as a huge Hulk fan and Agents of S.M.A.S.H. watcher I liked this. This, and Heimdall being given some scenes and characterization, too. That's it. That's what I liked about the movie.

Now, short list of things I hated to finish the post: Fandral and Volstagg being killed like flies, Hogun meeting a similar fate right after, Sif not even appearing (so much for Sif and the Three Warriors); the constant jokes that were obviously made for an audience of four years olds; Skurge (or whatever his name was) just... Being there? Another useless/misused/mischaracterised character I didn't mention before, because DAMN is this character STUPID; STRANGE just appearing at some point and dipping (like he couldn't help them?? WHY EVEN MAKE HIM SHOW UP AT ALL UGHHH).

I think that's about it for now, thanks for reading this stupid rant. I'm open for constructive criticism and comments, and also for peaceful discussion, so DM me or leave a comment if you feel like interacting.

[beef-brisket]

((I don't know lol, I'm trying to create ✨️🌈plot🌈✨️))

Sera raised an eyebrow: Consensual. Are you certain?

Lucifer glared: The fuck is that supposed to mean?

Sera: You know what it means, Lucifer. I know you. You're telling me you are not influencing this man in any way possible?

Lucifer was silent. Should he tell the truth? Probably. Is he the Prince of Lies? Definitely. Did he technically trick Adam into being his cock sleeve, cum dumpster, babu factory? Okay, yeah, but he really did it for amusement. The guy said he wanted a big family, and he was going to get it.

Should it be with some chick called Eve? We won't talk about that.

Lucifer: He wants to be here.

Sera scoffed: Oh, really? That was so convincing, Lucifer.

Lucifer: What do you want me to say, Sera?!

Sera banged her hand on the table: The truth! You are meant to leave your influence off earth! But here you are, toying with a human soul.

Lucifer: I am not "toying" with anything. He summoned me- what do you expect me to do?!

Sera: Ignore it!

Lucifer rolls his eyes, folding his arms. He couldn't believe this bitch. But of course, Heaven would want to be involved

Sera: Bring him here.

Lucifer: ...excuse me?

Sera: Bring the human here. Now.

Lucifer was silent before smirking: Fine. You want to see him~?

-

One moment, Adam was laying peacefully in bed, and the next, he was in a bright room on an extremely hard surface.

He quickly sat up, and tried to cover himself when he saw a strange being staring down at him. Where the hell is he?

But he began to relax when he saw Lucifer.

Adam: Lu-!

Lucifer: Hello, pet. Sorry for the rude wake-up.

Sera glared at the human. Something wasn't right. The contract and soul are male, so why does it appear female?

Sera smirked: Oh, Lucifer. You truly aren't this desperate, are you?

Lucifer: Desperate? Me? Oh, please! Perish the thought!

Sera: Is that so? So, nothing should happen to this human if I get rid of your power?

Lucifer: ...Sera. this is my realm. You wouldn't-.

With a snap of her fingers, Lucifer felt his power get locked out of the room, including what was influencing Adam and his change.

Within a blink of an eye, Adam had his old body back.

He should be panicking or... something. But all he felt was confusion and like a whole lot of emotions were missing. Or maybe he doesn't know how to feel.

Looking at his hand, then his chest, he felt nothing but relief. Like this is what was normal, what he should look like.

Sera: Human. What is your name?

Lucifer: Sera-?!

Sera: Quiet, child.

Sera flicked her wrist, stopping Lucifer from talking.

Sera: Now, your name.

Adam looked at the being in front of him: A-Adam...

Sera: Last name?

Adam: Morningst-... K-Kadmon... I think.

Sera glared at Lucifer before looking back at the human: Why did you summon Lucifer?

Adam: ...M-My girlfriend- fiance- can't have kids- I-I thought... he could help.

Sera: Did he help her?

Adam: I... I don't know.

Sera: Why did he take you?

Adam: He thought... I wanted kids with him- but I said Eve- I'm so sure I did...

Sera: He tricked you.

Adam thought about it for a moment: H-He did.

Sera: Lucifer. Are you truly this pathetic? To trick a human, who only wanted to help his love? Let me guess, he made you love him, didn't he?

Adam: ...I love... him...?

Adam looked up in wonder as the being reached out to him and cupped his face.

Sera: You don't love him. He tricked you. You're not a woman, Adam. You're a man. Everything is a lie. He's the prince of them.

Adam: And... what are you?

Sera: An angel, darling. And I'm here to free you of this contract made on a trick. I will grant your partner fertility, but only once.

Adam: I'm... meant to have a child... with him...

Sera: No, dear. Not with him. With Eve.

Adam: Eve... I... I love... Eve.

Sooo- Adam summoning Lucifer because he wants his girlfriend to get pregnant, but she's infertile. But instead Lucifer cages Adam up, makes him completely overcome by lust 24/7 and is made to birth Lucifer's children?

No one sees him again 🤷

I feel like my kinks are coming a lot...

But anyway. This.

LOL Adam just needing the Devil's dick all the live long day and even dreams about it 😆

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Adam was looking at the spell book and up at the man in the pentagram that was dressed in a nice suit and tie, whites, reds, and gold accents to pull it all together.

Adam: I feel like I've been tricked somehow.

Lucifer: How do?

Adam: You are the devil right?

Lucifer fixed his tie: Last time I checked. I do have a name you know.

Adam: Lucifer, yeah I'm aware. Look, I'm well aware you're probably busy, torturing souls or whatever down in Hell so I'll get to the point. My girlfriend and I want to have a baby but I guess there's something wrong, lack of eggs or something the doctor spoke in many technical terms. You're all powerful right? You could help her be more fertile?

Lucifer blinked, well this was an odd request: I mean, yeah but don't humans have clinics for this?

Adam: Yeah but do you have any idea how expensive those are? And not a guarantee that we could have a baby. This would be.

The Devil looked the young man over, he couldn't be any older than 27, he was tall with brown hair and honey brown eyes and tan skin. Very attractive for human standards. And he should know, he was in Eden.

Lucifer smirked, he could work this to his advantage.

Lucifer: So, you want me to give you children?

Adam: Yes....?

Was he missing something?

Lucifer: Well, you gotta let me out of the little drawing of yours.~

Adam raised a brow: You can't do it from there?

[soulidarity]

beach date

rafayel x mc

mc is self conscious about wearing a bathing suit, which leads to her not wanting to go swimming with rafayel

fluff and comfort

it was odd, the amount of excuses that he had heard from her mouth about the same subject

"its a bit too cold"

"i did my hair today"

"i dont have more clothing"

the first few times, he thought nothing of it. sure it was strange that he knew it wasnt a hair wash day but maybe she had strayed off from her routine.

after the 15th time, something was up.

"are you afraid of me?"

she looked at him, bewildered.

"what does that have to do with anything?"

"are you afraid that being in the water with me might trigger something? i swear the boat thing was just because of where we were, that wont happen again"

"it has nothing to do with that-"

"then are you afraid of the ocean? cutie you should know better than to doubt my ability to protect you. i am the god of the sea after all, no harm will-"

"rafayel its seriously not about any of that, im not afraid of that"

"then what is it?" he cut her off, his tone a bit more serious than what he intended. "i mean, i dont understand how you dont just want to dive in. not only is the ocean beautiful, but its crazy hot outside-"

"its because i hate wearing bathing suits!"

rafayel looked at her, confused.

that... that was it? seriously? he didnt see the issue at all

"is it cause... of the texture...? or are you worried about the sun?"

"i just... dont like how i look in them. thats it, can we drop it? im really sorry rafayel..."

he paused before smiling at her warmly, "sure. what are you wearing tonight for the exhibition?"

a few weeks passed, the subject never really leaving their minds but neither one commented on it. rafayel would regularly head down to the beach to go swimming, while shed stay back and work on reports.

it was one of those times when rafayel noticed someone entering the beach, he got closer to the shore to see who.

there she was, sunglasses, sunhat and one of his big shirts she had stolen. shyly, she set her stuff down on a blanket on the sand, sitting down next to them as she waved at him.

he quickly ran towards her, a bit clumsily because water and sand arent the best enviorment to run in, with a big smile on his face.

"cutie! you came!"

she handed him a towel, which he refused

"im gonna go back in, so dont worry. are you... coming in?" he asked as if he was dealing with a scared animal that could runaway at any moment.

"ill think about it, let me get used to this little by little, is that okay?" she looked up at him, his smile bigger than ever

"its great" he kissed her forehead "take your time, thank you for trying. it means a lot. im gonna go back in, if you need me just yell"

about half an hour had gone by, the lemurian still in the water.

"fuck it, rafayel! could you look the other way, im gonna go in!"

he quickly nodded, standing up from his swimming position and facing the horizon. what a beautiful sunset.

he heard the water moving closer

"can i turn now?"

"no. dont. can you walk backwards a bit closer? i dont think i can reach the bottom so deep in"

"of course"

as he did so, he felt two arms wrapping around his waist, quickly followed by a chest being pushed against his back, her chin resting on his shoulder.

"hi..."

"hi cutie, wanna go in deeper?"

"no, im not that good of a swimmer"

"does the water cover your chest?

"you know im not that small, its a bit above my waist"

"how about we go a bit deeper, you tell me when it reaches your shoulders. that way the water will cover you, i can turn around and if a big wave comes ill help you out. sound good?"

"i guess?"

the couple walked together towards the sunset in an incredibly uncomfortable matter due to their position, until eventually she told him to stop. after a brief pause, he turned around.

"hello cutie"

"we already said hi"

"i know, just wanted to be polite to the prettiest sight"

"the sunset is way prettier, you should look at that"

"hm nope! youre prettier"

"you arent even seeing it"

"dont need to, those pink skies could never compete with you cutie" she rolled her eyes at his comment

"thank you for being patient with me"

"thank you for trying"

[cocogum]

I found an odd scene in the Great Wave. (FIXED)

A few months ago, I was rereading chapter 7 of the Great Wave when I came across the scene where Amalia confronts Aurora and her father.

At first, nothing seemed to be amiss.

But as I kept looking at the panels more closely and squinted my eyes a bit, there was something off about one specific moment.

I was so confused that I even had to point the scene out to someone else just to make sure I wasn't seeing things.

And surely enough, @geekgirles also thought it was odd.

The scene we were talking about was this one:

Just as Amalia was threatening the royal osamodas, the king clearly looked a bit intimidated by her and is even seen backing away a bit as he raises an arm protectively for Aurora.

While his behavior made sense given how he had wrongly been accused of having poisoned Yugo, the same couldn't be said for his daughter.

Because unlike the king, who was worried, Aurora didn't look like that at all.

She was smiling.

I even compared the digital version and the physical copy just to see if one of them would look different than the other.

But surely enough, both scenes equally show her smiling.

*The first image is the physical copy and the second image is the digital version*

It is less obvious when we see it in the digital version due to all the pixels but the physical copy clearly shows it better.

I've literally never heard anyone else mention this before but now that you see it, you can't unsee it.

There can be no real explanation as to why she'd be smiling here. @geekgirles proposed that this could either be a nervous smile or just Aurora's delusional self thinking she has a shot against Amalia at all, but no matter how anyone could try to explain the reasoning, we all should agree that this panel doesn't look right.

No matter the circumstances, she should not be smiling here when she hadn't been smiling a second ago. She looked shocked when Amalia came straight at them, and now she's suddenly smiling???

Just strictly pay attention to only Aurora's facial expressions throughout the beginning and end of Amalia's confrontation with them.

She's shown in this entire scene to look shocked and offended. But the second Amalia screams at them, she automatically smiles???

It's extremely unnerving.

Not only does that smile randomly appear for like a second, but as soon as the chapter ends and the 8th chapter begins, Aurora's facial expression is seen back to normal once again. As if that off-putting smile never even existed.

Like....honey what.

What was up with that smile we saw a second ago?

How has it not been addressed or mentioned? You never see this out-of-place smile ever again.

Either this has intentionally been sprinkled in to make Aurora look even stranger, or this was simply an error.

If this was all mistake, then it's a weird one.

*for those who have the physical copy, go to the chapter and see her smile for yourself. it's literally there in plain sight*

EDIT: Omg turns out it WAS a mistake! Cathiane (the illustrator for the Great Wave) recently explained to me how it was due to the screentone. Since her face was really tiny in that panel, the original line art had been altered by the screentone points.

So before the alteration, she was supposed to look like this:

Now that makes so much more sense lol 😅