#I want them to having that younger brother/tired older brother dynamic

[iwozlegit]

Incorrect Sonic quotes

(Sonic Movieverse edition)

Sonic: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent?

Shadow : Go the fuck to sleep, Sonic

Sonic: What gif I don't want to?

Shadow : Oh, for fu-!

[wintfleur]

🪷 hugging them tight without saying any words when they're having a hard time, with luke Hughes! his older sister and he just needs his sisters comfort especially after how the devils have played and how tired luke has looked

౨ৎ Ice cream and much-needed hugs

﹕─┈ pairings ( Luke Hughes x older sister! reader )

°. — summary ( Luke’s been having a tough time, and his big sister just wants to cheer him up ! )

°. — details ( g; little bit of angst, some fluff. w; none that I know of wc; 2.2k )

﹕─┈ prompt ~ hugging them right without saying any words when they’re having a hard time

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( LUKEY AHHH MY LOVE ! I love Luke sm if you guys didn’t know !!! I love writing sibling dynamics so muchhhh so thank you for sending the wonderful request !!! I absolutely loved writing it, I really tried to make it angsty but i think I’m terrible at writing angst, I’m sorry if the ending is kinda rushed, I was struggling sooo bad with the dialogue . . . also I of course had to add the love of my Like Brock boeser in it because like DUHHH I am so down for writing more for a older Hughes sister, I’m thinking she’s like 25??? I really hope you guys love it !!! Let me know if you want me to write more for older sister Hughes! Please don’t be a silent reader lovely’s !!! )

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There were a lot of upsides that came with being the oldest sibling, there were of course a lot of downsides too . . . but you chose to ignore those and focus on the upsides. Like being able to stay up later while your brothers had to go to sleep, having a good sense of leadership and responsibility, being able to read your brothers like a picture book. 

So, you knew right away that something was wrong with your youngest brother as you watched him play in the last period. You could see it clearly in his demeanor and the way he was skating, he was starting to overthink things, he had gotten into his own head. You of course had seen the way the public and media was shitting on your brother because he's made a few bad plays, and it broke your heart to see how defeated he looked sitting on that bench. 

Jack had voiced his worries about Luke to you over the phone a few days ago when you were out with Quinn and your boyfriend brock. Even with hundreds of miles between you and Luke you could tell something was bothering him, that's why your planned trip to visit your younger brothers this weekend was even more meaningful. 

You were leaning against the wall as you waited for your brothers to leave the locker room, your focus was down on your phone as you texted your boyfriend. A smile on your lips, you missed him dearly even though you have only been gone for almost two days. “Sis!” you heard the familiar sound of jack's voice call your name. You look up from your phone and smile as Jack rushes over to you and pulls you into a tight hug. 

“You played so well jack” You mumbled into his neck, cursing at the curse of being the oldest but the shortest. Jack smiles and gives you one more squeeze before letting go and taking a step back, even though they lost he wasn't going to let that bring him down from the fact that you watched him play in person for the first time in a few months.

 “Thank you, luke should be out soon, he's just being a little hard on himself” Jack sighed as he glanced back at the locker room entrance, there was only so much he could say to let luke know that he's doing okay. You let out a sigh and nodded, already getting an image of a pouty luke. Your eyes lit up with an idea, as a memory from years ago popped up in your mind. You smile at Jack as you ask “Do you think you can get a ride home? And can I have the keys to your truck?” 

“Uh yeah why?” Jack questioned with a raised brow as he pulled out his keys from his front pocket and handed them to you. You smiled gratefully and grabbed the keys and slid them into your front pocket with your lip gloss. “I have an idea on how to cheer luke up.” 

“Well good luck, cause I can't handle a grumpy luke anymore '' Jack jokes as he pats you on the shoulder, happy that you were now here to save him from the grumpy luke. You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest as you look at jack “I remember saying the same thing about you.” 

“Have fun! I'm gonna go catch up with nico "Jack grins as he chooses to ignore your words, placing a quick kiss to your forehead before rushing off down the hallway, turning to look at you quickly and shouting out an ‘i love you’ before turning the corner and leaving your sight. You look forward just in time to see Luke walk out of the locker room, well more like trudge. His steps were heavy, and you can see the exhaustion on his face. His shoulders were sagged as he carried his backpack, he was changed out of his suit and into some sweats and a hoodie. He looked like a sad cat. When Luke noticed you, his heavy steps turned into long strides as he moved towards you. 

Before you could open your mouth to greet your brother, he was throwing his arms over shoulders and nestling his head in the crook of your head, for a much-needed hug. Your eyes widened at how tight Luke was holding you, but you close your eyes and wrap your arms around your little brother, softly rubbing his back with one of your hands. Luke closed his eyes and tried to shut off his mind as he felt himself melt into the comfort and safety of your arms. 

You rested your chin on his shoulder as you whispered, “You, okay?” you felt him nod yes but the both of you knew he was lying. Luke let out a deep breath and reluctantly pulled away from the hug when his back was starting to hurt from leaning down for so long. You smiled up at him, brushing some of his curls out of his face as he asked, “Where's jack?” 

“Oh, he's getting a ride home with nico, so come on lukey I'm taking you out tonight!” You excitedly pull-out Jack's keys and wave them while your other hand is grabbing Luke's arm and dragging him along you as you make your way down the hallway. Luke gave you an unimpressed look even though on the inside he was excited to spend more time with you “I’m not old enough to go bar hopping.” 

“Is that really all you think I do in Vancouver?” You gasped dramatically as you pretended to be hurt from his words. You have one embarrassing experience when you go bar hopping, and now that's all anyone remembers, you think with a roll of your eyes. Luke felt the corner of his lips lift into a smile at your dramatics, Jack definitely got that from you. 

“Besides I'm a good big sister, I wouldn't provide my underage brother with alcohol, at least in public” you joked as you wrapped your arm around Luke's, holding on tight. Luke chuckles and slips his hand into the front pocket of his hoodie, comforting silence coming across them as they make their way to Jack's truck. 

“Need help? '' Luke asked sarcastically as he put on his seatbelt, his eyes on you as you struggled slightly to get into the truck. You gave him a quick glare before closing the door and putting on your seatbelt, quickly starting the truck, wanting to leave the arena before the traffic got even worse. You turned up the volume on the radio, an unfamiliar country song filling up the silent car. Luke let out a heavy sigh and relaxed into the seat, looking out the window and all the passing lights. 

The car ride to your choice of destination was filled with mostly silence between you and Luke, just enjoying the music and the faint sound of the world around them. You could see that Luke had a lot on his mind and you didn't want to pressure him into talking about it, so you stayed quiet, knowing that he would tell you when he's ready. Luke couldn't help but replay every single one of his mistakes he's made in the past few games, remembering every tweet he saw from disappointed ‘fans’. 

Luke could feel himself become more upset and discouraged the more he thought about it, so Luke quickly glanced at you before looking back out the window. Luke was slightly confused on how well you knew your way around the town, he was curious on where you were taking him. But he gave up on asking after the third time you told him it was a surprise. 

Luke’s eyes widen with excitement when he sees where you're pulling into, it was an old ice cream shop that he had driven by many times, but never had the chance to try it. You smiled and turned off the car and grabbed your wallet from your purse and gave Luke a big smile “Come on, I'll even let you get 3 scoops!” 

You laugh as you watch Luke quickly leave the truck and rush around the front of the truck to open your door. You giggle and take Luke's hand that he held out for you, doing your best to do a posh British accent “Thank you kind sir” Luke smiles and closes the door for you, following you across the parking lot, his spirit was lifted already. 

“This is so good; how did you find this place?” Luke asked you before he took another lick of his chocolate ice cream, of course having a waffle cone. And despite you saying he could get 3 scoops, he only got 2. You look away from your bowl of your favorite ice cream and to your brothers whose focus was up at the stars. The two of you were sitting on the tailgate of the truck, neither of you realizing that your legs were swinging in unison. 

“Oh, I found it the last time I came to visit, and you and Jack were at practice, I've been craving it since” you answered him as you looked back on the day. Luke nods and continues to eat his ice cream. Silence came across the two of you again, Luke didn't know what to say and you could see the way his shoulders became tense that he was thinking of something. You had a pretty good idea what he was thinking about, hockey. 

“You played really good tonight luke” you broke the silence, and you watched as his shoulders sagged and a frown came across his lips as he looked down at his lap. You hated seeing how discouraged he looked, this wasn't like luke. He never let it get to him like this before, but it's different . . . it's the NHL, it's his dream. He whispered bitterly “We lost.” 

“You still played really good, i'm really proud of you luke” you vowed as you gently nudged his knee with yours, your tone proving how genuine you were. You were a good big sister you liked to think, so you would never have a favorite brother . . . but your little brother Luke will always have a special place in your heart. The little brother who would listen to you rant all about your school drama while the other two were doing God knows what, the little brother who fully trusted you to drive him to get ice cream when you first got your license while Quinn and jack swore you would kill them. Your sweet little brother Luke who was far too good for this world. 

Luke let out a heavy breath and his eyes started to water as he listened to you, he heard others say they were proud of him, but it was different, more meaningful coming from you. Unlike you he made it very clear that you're his favorite sibling, that you always have been. The big sister that he always knew would have his back no matter what, the big sister that always was on his side. He looked up from his lap and turned his head to look at you to see you were already smiling at him. “Thank you sissy.” 

“Not just for the compliment” Luke quickly spoke before you could, fully turning his body to face you, thankfully he had eaten most of his ice cream, so he didn't have to worry about it dripping. Luke never really liked talking about his emotions or just having deep conversations in general, but he didn't have to worry about any of that with his big sister who always made it clear that he could talk to you no matter what. Luke continues speaking “But for taking me here and for being here for me, for always being here for me.” 

“I'll always be here lukey” You promised as you set your ice cream bowl next to you before leaning over and pulling Luke into a much-needed hug. Luke smiles and closes his eyes, hugging you with one arm while the other holds his cone away from you, not wanting to get any ice cream on you. Luke lets himself melt into the hug; he really didn't want you to leave. You couldn't help tearing up as you think of Luke and everything he's been through and how strong he is, you really are so proud of your little . . . well not so little brother. You sniffled and whispered, “God why did you have to grow up so fast.” 

“Trying to catch up with you, you old lady” Luke jokes, wanting to lift the mood, he really hated seeing you cry, and he knew you so well that he was sure you were going to.  A loud laugh leaves his lips as you pull away from the hug and dramatically move away from him. Despite his words you smiled as you listened to luke laugh, it was the type of laugh that made you want to join in. You pulled the keys out of your pocket and slap them into luke's hand before jumping off the tailgate of the truck and snatching your ice cream “That's it your driving home.” 

Luke continued to laugh and watch as you stomp over to the passenger seat, the famous Hughes pout on your lips. Luke quickly gets off the bed of the truck and puts up the tailgate shouting a cheeky remark that only made him laugh harder at the quick glare you sent him.  

“Thank God! Brock drives you around so much I'm pretty sure you forgot how to drive” 

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[fandoms--fluff]

Family Therapist

Female vampire reader x Elijah Mikaelson

Summary: Elijah is your husband and you've been basically the family therapist. Well, one night you both became one for his little brother.

Warnings: mentions of death I think?, mentions of ghosts,

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Elijah and you have been married for well over 400 years and over time you have gotten used to the family's drama and dynamic.

There have been many times when you acted as the family therapist, and let's not kid ourselves, you still are. Just somehow in weirder ways than some may think.

(But let's also be real, you still have to lecture Klaus out of daggering any of his siblings or hurting them 'just because', being the only one who he actually listens to, which is a miracle by itself.)

A great example is what just happened one night.

Surprising enough, this is the first time you've ever been in a situation like this. It's definitely not the worst or anything of it, but this was very different to say the least.

You were sound asleep in your husband's arms until you hear the door to your guys' room slam open. Both of you separate in alert, but the only danger there is, is the body that crashed between the both of you.

"What the?" You said sleepily and reached over to turn the lamp on.

Once the light lit the room in a yellow glow, you both look at the visitor in your bed.

"Kol? What are you doing?" Elijah asks, surprised that his younger brother is there, without acknowledging one of you.

"Oh you know, just missed my older brother and his wife" his voice was muffled by the pillow he pressed his face in to.

"Uh huh, and how does that explain you gripping onto the blanket for dear life?" You raised your eyebrow at the youngest brother.

"Because it's soft?" He asked unsure, rather than answering you.

"What happened?" You kept your eyebrow raised at the immortal teenager, no way for him to get himself out of this conversation now. Elijah saw that look on your face, knowing, now you won't budge until you get the truth out of Kol.

Kol looked up at you, letting out a huff, seeing no way of getting out of this. At least this is better than Nik, he'd just throw him in a box, he thought.

"I swear I saw someone move in my room, but I couldn't find anything, so I came in here to make sure if the ghost comes back there'll be alibis" he rapidly said, and hid his face back into the pillow, feeling his cheeks starting to turn red.

You and Elijah shared a look of concern before your husband placed a hand on Kol's back. "Kol, you don't have to be embarrassed about that, considering your experience with ghosts in the past, you have a right to react the way you did," he told him.

"Lijah's right, we would never judge you about that. So what if you're a bit wary about ghosts, it's normal, a lot of people are" you added.

Kol's breath hitched before speaking, "Really?" He looked up at both of you.

"Of course" You and Elijah nodded.

He smiled softly before a cheeky grin appeared on his face. "Just so you know, I'm not leaving. And if that ghost takes me, I'd rather have my final moments with you guys over Nik, who would most likely yell at me."

He laid his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes, knowing that he was laying between you guys. "I know you guys probably want to be laying together and be all cute and couply, but I don't want to think about you two doing anything over pg-13. My poor innocence couldn't handle it" he said and let out an 'oof' when you smacked him with a pillow for the comment.

"Have you ever even been innocent?" You asked and looked at Elijah with amused eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose, looking like a tired father that just had to put up with his child. Honestly, he just did, considering what Kol had just said and he can sadly be even more immature.

"Of course I have...like that time...okay maybe when I was human, but that still counts" he mumbles and sticks his tongue out at you. And he hates it when you call him a child? Really?

[juleswrites223]

Desi Girl

Pairing: Carlos Sainz jr x indian!reader

Context: Attending a desi wedding with bae

ps: No specific faceclaim, i got every image from pinterest. Desi girls need some love too and i love carlos so i thought he would be the perfect fit for this.

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ps; not my shaadi, my sister's

tagged: carlossainz55

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f1wags Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend Y/n Y/l/n in Jaipur, Rajasthan at her cousin sister's wedding. Both looking quite good in traditional indian outfit.

carlito55 OMG CARLOS IN A KURTA. THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT CARLOS IN A KURTA

carlyn MY JAW DROPPED. THEY LOOK SO GORGGGGG

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ynwifey Carlos replied in Hindi Oml I’m boutta cry

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yncarlos I love that even though both of them are really rich they’re still so down to earth which honestly makes them even more attractive

carlitoyn it’s not even just yn, but her entire family is also like that, honestly love her family, they’re such kind souls, it’s no surprise yn is too

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caption: everyone is tired 🫨

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caption: Congratulations didi (older sister) and jiju (brother in law)

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carlossainz55 fun couple of days with mi amor

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author's note: Y'all would not believe how much i enjoyed this. Ive been super inactive because ive been super busy with stuff plus with not wanting to write but hopefully im back and will be writing more stuff, a lot F1 related bc im into F1 rn.

[kifkay]

Codatorta and his kids

Codatorta & Riven:

Is particularly hard on Riven to get him to achieve “his potential”.

Does look after the younger man, though: makes sure he always has a place to go to once the school goes on break, invites him for dinner with Codatorta’s family on holidays, etc.

Riven is the only one who doesn’t know that he is Codatorta’s real favourite.

Codatorta & Nabu:

Doesn’t even try to hide how much better he thinks Nabu is compared to his students.

”You all should be more like Nabu” this, “I want Nabu to enrol in Red Fountain, please please please” that

Nabu calls Codatorta “daddy 🥺” jokingly and although the older man yells at him for it, he is the only one who doesn’t get beaten up for name-calling.

Codatorta & Helia:

A very respectful, caring relationship.

Although Codatorta at least tries to appear professional with the rest of the gang, he gives up all pretences with Helia.

C’mon, he has known the younger man since the latter was a kid in diapers. Seen him go through hardships, make mistakes and flourish in spite of them. How could he pretend to be anything but wholly on Helia’s side?

Protective of Helia like a little brother. In turn, Helia cares for Codatorta and looks up to him.

Codatorta & Timmy:

the bemused mentor & the over-achieving, comedically ill-timed mentee.

For a long time, Codatorta dismisses Timmy for one of the rich kids who are in it for the rank and the mantle, and treats him coolly.

Timmy desperately tries to prove himself — but because he is so edge around Codatorta, only makes the impression worse. Amy Santiago style.

Only when Timmy stops caring about Codatorta’s opinion and really comes into his own as a specialist — being his quietly bad-ass, confident self — only then does Codatorta start to respect him.

They don’t speak of the shift in their dynamic, but Codatorta begins to entrust Timmy with more challenging tasks and relies on his insight more.

Codatorta & Brandon:

The tired grump dad & the middle child.

Codatorta does actually like Brandon and thinks he makes for a very honourable specialist

But he hates hates hates Brandon’s clown-assery.

Most of their interactions are Brandon trying to be/being funny and Codatorta punishing him for it (and for the man’s ongoing headaches) with exercises.

Once in a blue moon, they do have sincere moments, where both learn a bit from each other.

Codatorta & Sky:

Some (Riven) might mistake Sky for Codatorta’s favourite, because the older man dedicates a lot of his personal time to teaching & advising the prince.

But this is mostly because Sky is one of the only princes, and heirs to a significant empires at that, under Codatorta’s care - and he wants his charge to become a decent man before he inherits the throne.

So Codatorta tries to make Sky wise, selfless, smart, a leader

But Sky is also stubborn as fuck and is responsible for half of Codatorta’s grey heirs alone — so heck no, he is not the favourite .

so to summarise:

all the interactions between Codatorta and the specialists are, of course, Platonic.

[axie-lot]

Only each othe

Characters: Aventurine.

Warning: Male characters, angst, sibling dynamics, purely platonic, I may have changed some characteristics of your original story, but it still has its essence, Spoiler.

Theme: Angsty

This work was originally written by me in Portuguese, and I translated it using Google Translator, so I apologize for any translation errors

Summary: Well, it's a story about two brothers, surviving with only each other's company, until something happens…

That day was terrible for little Kakavasha...

It was the day he lost his people... the day Kakavasha lost his family...

He remembers little from those days, but one of the few things he does remember was her, his dear sister. She was the one telling him to leave and not to look back...

He did as she asked, even though he was afraid of what would happen. He held his younger brother’s small hand and ran... he ran without looking back.

Little [name] was confused. He cried because he was tired, his legs aching from walking so much, and he also wanted his older sister.

But despite his younger brother’s cries, Kakavasha knew he couldn’t stop walking. He had to do what his older sister told him, so he walked and walked until he felt safe. He only felt safe when he found a small cave, where he finally allowed himself to rest. He sat on the cave floor and hugged his little brother, snuggling him against his chest until he finally fell asleep. The eldest of the brothers, seeing that [name] had finally fallen asleep, gave in to his own tears, crying silently until the morning came.

From that day on, Kakavasha had to survive on his own. Not only did he have to ensure his survival, but he also had to make sure [name] did too. He made his younger brother his priority because he was the only family left. Many times, he didn’t eat to ensure that [name] had something to eat, even though many times [name] felt bad about it. But some days were the worst, as the two brothers had nothing to eat.

Kakavasha lost count of how many times he had to comfort [name] when he missed his home, when he missed their older sister. The youngest wanted to go back, but Kakavasha had to explain that it wasn’t possible, and it hurt both of them.

How many times had his stomach ached from hunger?

But the brothers were lucky to find that cave to stay in during the cold nights.

Kakavasha was fortunate not to fall ill during this time, but [name] wasn’t so lucky. His younger brother had a high fever for days, and he became very worried about him... he spent sleepless nights just taking care of [name], afraid of losing the only family he had left, terrified that his little brother might die and leave him alone.

But by some stroke of luck, [name] managed to recover.

However, [name]’s near-death experience left a permanent scar on Kakavasha.

The two brothers lived this way for a long time. The eldest didn’t even know how they survived for so long—maybe it was just luck.

The eldest did everything he could to ensure both of their survival, being two children alone in the middle of nowhere, with only each other to rely on.

Until those days ended...

The day they were captured...

The day the true hell began...

Sold as objects...

As if they had no feelings, as if they were nothing...

Kakavasha knew that now they had an owner...

What a pathetic idea... a human owning another...

Kakavasha felt the pain when that cursed mark was branded onto his body, but what hurt even more was when he had to watch those wretched men hold [Name] down to brand him as well. The blond, older brother wanted to protect his younger sibling, but he couldn’t help him, and he felt so powerless.

As soon as they were left alone, Kakavasha went to comfort his younger brother, who was crying out in pain. Despite feeling the same pain, Kakavasha didn’t care—he only wanted to comfort his brother, to tell him that now he was with him... that he would always be with him, and that his older brother would never leave his side.

Years passed with the two living in that life, under the control of the man who called himself their “owner.” The two brothers suffered greatly at his hands, treated as if they were nothing more than possessions. This man quickly realized Kakavasha's luck and exploited it for his own benefit, always keeping the elder brother by his side to take advantage of it. This often meant [Name] was left aside, only to be remembered when it was time to punish Kakavasha for something. The man feared hurting Kakavasha and potentially losing his luck, so he never risked it. Instead, whenever he thought Kakavasha deserved punishment, he inflicted it on [Name].

Kakavasha couldn’t count how many times he had to hear [Name] scream in pain because of punishments meant for him. It hurt deeply to see his younger brother suffering on his behalf. He blamed himself, even though most of the time he had done nothing wrong, but their “owner” found fault in the smallest things, and those faults, in the man’s eyes, deserved punishment.

Because of the pain his younger brother endured, Kakavasha decided to escape. He began planning their escape so they could be free of that suffering. But, by some misstep, their “owner” found out. Enraged, the man decided to punish Kakavasha in a way he would never forget—a punishment that didn’t involve physical pain, but was far worse for Kakavasha.

To his horror, their “owner” decided to sell [Name] to another master. Kakavasha panicked when he heard this, begging and pleading with the man not to go through with it, but nothing stopped him from executing that punishment.

The last thing Kakavasha remembered was his desperate screams as his little brother was dragged away, calling out desperately for his older brother. Kakavasha couldn’t do anything. He could only stand there, holding back his tears, watching helplessly.

Now, the two brothers were alone... Separated, with no news of each other... Kakavasha had lost the only family he had left... And it was all because of that wretched man!

Years passed since the brothers were separated, and Kakavasha never heard from [Name] again. The older blond continued to suffer at the hands of that man, enduring the pain alone. But something happened that changed everything—he killed that despicable man, his owner, without remorse.

From that day on, everything changed. Instead of being condemned for his crime, he was recruited by the IPC and became one of the Ten Stonehearts. To take on this new role, he left the name Kakavasha behind. From that day forward, he was known as Aventurine.

But even though he had changed his name and become a new person, he never forgot his little brother, [Name]. He still had nightmares of his brother’s cries of pain and the day they were separated. Since Aventurine managed to improve his life, he started searching for [Name], so they could be together again, and he could give his brother a better life.

Many may say it’s impossible to find someone in the middle of an entire galaxy, but Aventurine didn’t listen to them, because he was blessed with luck...

Some time after joining the IPC, Aventurine was sent to the Planet of Festivities, also known as Penacony. During this business trip, he met the famous Astral Express crew at the reception, helping them with a scheduling issue for their newest member, whom he nicknamed Mr. Stellaron. He noticed the new member staring at his eyes, but Aventurine ignored it since he was used to such looks.

After that encounter, some time later, Aventurine broke into Trailblazer’s room for a brief conversation. However, they were interrupted by a woman with purple hair. But before Aventurine could leave, the gray-haired boy said something that made him freeze entirely, though it also filled his heart with hope...

“Your eyes... they look a lot like a friend of mine named [Name].”

[genericpuff]

You probably don't want to talk about 'Kaos' anymore so you don't need to respond to this, I just want to tell my thoughts

At first I thought that "Hades and Persephone love each other", "Demeter is a helicopter mom" and the famous "Hades is misunderstood and the least bad of his brothers" 🙄 good thing I was too shy to say those thoughts on the internet

Ironically, thanks to "Lore Olympus" I realized the altered perception that almost everyone has about this couple and poor Demeter (now she is my favorite goddess ♥️). The clearest example is that pretentious webcomic.

When I saw the HxP version of 'Kaos'... I liked it

I feel like it's because I don't really see them as Hades and Persephone, I just see an old couple who genuinely love, respect and support each other and not a bastardization that only exists to fulfill a twisted fantasy (*Cough* LO *cough*)

I've only seen up to the beginning of chapter 6, but so far I like this version of Hades, he's not a hypocrite who feels superior to Zeus, he genuinely cares about his family, he doesn't want Zeus' pride to destroy it and tries to warn him and that went very wrong 😞

Well, that's all I wanted to say, bye ���

I actually don't mind talking about Kaos at all, it was a great watch!!!

I was a little sigh when Persephone was like "ACTUALLY I went down WILLINGLY" but I'm glad at least that so far that it was more so just a brief, inconsequential mention and nothing that seemed to imply toxicity between her and Demeter. That said, there's still clearly meant to be a second season (whether it gets renewed is a whole other issue) so I'm reeeeallly hoping it doesn't go "haha psych!" and pull the rug out from under me with Demeter slander, but we'll see.

Again, thankfully it wasn't too major of an inclusion that it doesn't ruin the overall presentation of H x P in the show, the casting is genius (I hadn't even realized at first the actor portraying Hades was David Thewlis until my husband pointed it out and that made me love him even more hahaha) and the dynamic between Persephone and Hades is very fun as they're both clearly on the same playing field in terms of age and life experience, Persephone never seems like she's just an accessory to Hades and if anything it's Persephone who's often having to run the show (but it doesn't ever put Hades down either, he's just overworked and tired and his wife is trying to make him do self-care aahah)

And yeah, I mentioned this in a previous unrelated ask but I really feel like there's too much focus around teenagers / young couples / May-December couples (i.e. "old guy x young girl") in a lot of romance these days so seeing Kaos' depiction of H x P as a middle-aged couple who are clearly in love but also have a lot of burdens between themselves and their responsibilities was very refreshing and needed. I know a lot of romances are centered around younger couples because then they can play on the whole dramatic, "whirlwind romance" trope, but people older than 40 can have great romance stories too! And frankly considering how many romances are centered around the "first love" couples who are just constantly making out / flirting / having sex / etc., it's weirdly fun to watch a couple who are clearly past that puppy love stage and are now just working together as a unit the way experienced couples would. The love has moved past the short-term excitement of kissing and sex and moved into the long-term strength of simply committing yourself to another person and tackling life's problems together.

That's not to say that young couples can't be depicted in that way, either, but again, a lot of it often gets thrown to the wayside in favor of the more "exciting" stuff like the "will they won't they" trope and the love triangles and moments of "firsts". Ironically, those moments of "firsts" aren't so special when every romantic couple in media is having them 💀😆

Sooo yeah! Hades and Persephone in Kaos are very fun and endearing to watch, they genuinely feel like two people committed to both each other and their responsibilities as rulers of the Underworld and it shows in both their actions and how they behave together while standing against Zeus. I really hope that it gets a second season, and that whatever is contained within doesn't fall into the same "Demeter was the villain" shtick. I don't see what's so difficult about having Persephone choose to go to the Underworld without it being at the expense of her mother, it's wild how so many stories can't seem to play to both sides of the myths.

[prying-pandora666]

On Alucard and Maria

Are there actually fans advocating for Alucard to be written as Maria’s father figure in the new season of Nocturne? Like that would be a good thing and not infinitely creepier? I don’t think they’ve thought this through.

Alucard is the single most popular character in the franchise. He’s also probably the most shipped character. And yet he has only had one canon love interest in the decades since he’s existed. It’s Maria. And you’re telling me that you think that because he’s 300+ and she’s 17-18 when they started living together in the games, that it would be grooming. However, somehow him inserting himself into her life at age 16 when she’s just lost both her parents wouldn’t come off like grooming!?

Does this man look like he should be picking up random children!? He’s literally terrified of his own cursed blood. Maybe LISTEN TO HIM.

I’m convinced fandoms have forgotten what that word means. Grooming has specific features. It doesn’t just mean “older guy and younger girl.” A relationship with an age gap or an uneven power dynamic can be exploitative or abusive without being a case of grooming. Grooming specifically refers to the process of forming a relationship with a child with the intention of leveraging that relationship and trust to train and prepare (aka brainwash) your victim for the harmful activities the groomer wants to normalize. The relationship Alucard and Maria have in the games is in no way grooming. You know what would be grooming though?

Coming into a 16 year old’s life when she’s vulnerable, traumatized, and recently orphaned only to insinuate yourself as a new father figure. This is so highly inappropriate and a huge red flag. Consider what you’re actually asking for here. These characters do not exist in a a vacuum. They have a long history together as each other’s only canon love interests. You cannot fully extract them from the games, art, interviews, audio dramas, animations, and more where they’re depicted as a couple. There are decades of this precedent and you are asking Netflix to knowingly take the characters with an established romantic dynamic that the audience is already primed to see as romantic and instead portray their meeting as him trying to be her new daddy?

“Oh look! Alucard and his… daughter? Yikes.” This is an official advertisement btw.

THAT is grooming! Think about the optics of this! It would be abysmal! No it would NOT fix the problem of their age gap to make him act like a groomer and get in good with her as a dad. You just cannot completely extract them from the legacy of their relationship in the source materials. It will be incredibly creepy and textbook grooming if you get your way.

Is this really what you want to associate with an “adoptive father Alucard”? Because the art we create doesn’t exist in a vacuum. All the old content—official and fanmade—is still going to exist.

What is so objectionable about the original dynamic anyway? It’s a pretty fun subversion of the tired and problematic vampire trope of “vampire man stalks teen girl and coerces her into being his”. Instead in their original relationship, Maria is the one who pursues Alucard! It’s the young woman who takes initiative and is given the agency to go after what she wants. She courts and woos him. That’s part of the fun!

Yes, Alucard is 300+. He’s also a fictional creature that doesn’t actually exist IRL and stays eternally young. There are no actual people who will ever have his problem of staying 20 forever so it’s rather silly to say he can’t date any humans because of course he will have an age gap with any of them.

The only real problem I have seen people bring up is Maria’s age, but from what I can tell, the show’s already fixed this. Check it out.

In The Games

Rondo of Blood: Maria is 12. She and Alucard do not meet. Richter is a brother-figure and not romantic.

There is then a 5 year time skip.

Symphony of the Night: Maria is 17. She and Alucard meet to save Richter. At the end, Alucard says his goodbyes and intends to return to a life of solitude. Maria goes after him because she has developed feelings for him and doesn’t want him to suffer a life alone.

Maria is given agency to pursue what she wants and prove herself even against Alucard’s resistance and hesitance to let another person into his life.

They spend a year together before we get the audio drama.

Nocturne of Remembrance: Maria continues to try to get close to Alucard. They end up saving each other’s lives and in the end he finally confesses his romantic feelings for her. She is an adult and perfectly able to make her own choices. She chose him. He admits he returns her feelings.

How fandom can look at a story about a young woman subverting the trope and chasing the vampire to get what she wants—basically an anti-Bella Swan—and still find a way to disempower her just so they can pearl clutch? I couldn’t tell you.

So now let’s look at what the show did.

In The Show

Nocturne S1: Maria is 16. She’s been aged up from 12, probably to give her a more active and believable role. But this also means she’s within a normal age to start feeling attraction and expressing her wants. Within her society, she’s even considered of marriageable age. However we are spared the discomfort of our modern values clashing with her contemporaneous ones because Maria in this season isn’t interested in romance. She’s interested in revolution, equality, justice. They’ve portrayed her with so much love and strength. There is no indication they’d betray her by writing her as the child victim of a male suitor. In fact she only meets Alucard in the final few seconds of the season and the two do not even speak a single word to one another.

Now let’s remember the games had a five year time skip. The show only needs two years to get Maria to the adult age of 18, but assuming the follow through with the timeline and go for the full five?

Maria will be 21.

21.

Fan concept for adult Maria. Credit:@esp-art

Are you telling me a 21 year old woman is not old or mature enough to make her own decisions? How is this not a total infantilization of women? Do you think a 21 year old badass vampire hunter needs protection from the ace depressed dhampir boy who just wants to sleep and has in no way tried to pursue her until after she expressed consistent and persistent interest in him?

It is not “grooming” to meet someone when they were younger and then meet them again years later as an adult. That’s a thing that happens! In real life! Adults can still make decisions for themselves! It is only grooming if Alucard behaved in a way that would manipulate teen Maria and put her under his control and authority before she can consent. There is no indication that Alucard in the show is going to do this. And yet the fandom is basically demanding it by saying he should make her “his baby girl”?

And what of Maria’s feelings in all this? She just lost her mother and was betrayed by her father shortly after discovering he even existed. She has lived her whole life without a father. She is in no desperate need of a new one. And if she does need a family member, she already has one! Richter is 19 and is her trusted adoptive brother. Why wouldn’t she go to him over a total stranger she just met and who is half vampire - literally a predator creature that feeds on humans!?

Yeah, hi, Richter Belmont still exists. He and Maria consider each other family. Why would you want her relying on a strange man she just met as a “father figure” rather than her trusted and loving brother?

Have none of you even considered how Maria would feel if Alucard even tried to fill the paternal role? He’d have to force it on her through manipulation and coercion. No way she would want to view him that way. Especially considering she is 16 and likely to be as attracted to the sparkly 20 year old looking sculpted marble beauty as anyone else!

Don’t mind the beautiful eternally young man who looks made of pure porcelain and light. No teen girl has ever been attracted to this, right? No way it could be exploitative and creepy for him to present himself as her new daddy, giving himself authority and influence over her as his child to mold as he wishes, right? Oh yeah, this is MUCH better than Maria pursuing him of her own volition once she becomes an adult, right guys?

We are truly in the stupidest dark timeline.

Frankly, I don’t care if Netflix has them get together or not. They would work just fine as friends too. I just sure as hell hope they’ll ignore the fans clamoring for a creepy daddy/daughter dynamic. Dressing it up as “concern” won’t hide that for some it’s a fetish, and for others they’re just useful idiots who haven’t thought it through.

I implore you to think it through.

[jessoloslemons]

Been thinking...

So, because of the absence of brozone's parents in the 3rd movie, we assume that they either were killed or terrible parents, so comes in John having to raise his siblings (presumably) by himself. Their grandma probably not being much help.

We usually talk about the stress and impact it probably had on John, suddenly having to step us as the leader of the household at such a young age, but what about Bruce - the second oldest?

Bruce probably witnessed the change of character of John, watching his brother force himself to mature. From being a goofy and playful older brother who loved to sleep in, to someone who'd already be busy in the morning and somehow always tired, a sad look evident in his eyes. Especially when their younger brothers started to enter the picture.

He would notice how there would already be breakfast on the table once he awakes, how JD would immediately take action whenever either Clay or Floyd would start to cry or throw a tantrum, immediately running to their side cheering them up, and how the eldest would always be the last to sleep and the first to wake up the next day.

He'd also witnessed John start Brozone, and he'd do his best to help, just wanting to see his brother genuinely smile again. All he wanted was to see the brother who would give him piggyback rides every morning as their mom would make breakfast, the brother who'd easily laugh at his jokes and make funny faces all the time, the brother who'd chase him around the pod then proceeding to tickle him relentlessly once he caught him. He just wants his older brother back. To see him again.

But after years passed, and his younger brothers started to get involved in the boyband and a new baby arrives (Branch), that hope started to feel impossible. John was now annoying, controlling, and obsessed with being perfect. Barely thinking about the well-being of others at this point, his only goal is to please the fans and make sure Brozone is in top shape.

Bruce hated this. He hated the toxicity weighing down their relationship as brothers. He hated always being told to do better because it's always never enough. He hated John, and it hurts him to feel that way towards his first friend, and now first enemy.

And so you bet it broke his heart immensely when the boyband broke up, and that John was the first to leave. Not even leaving with a proper goodbye or a guarantee that he's coming back. Not even bothering to look back at any of his brothers, not even to him.

But even if he was so angry and tired of his shit that night, a distant part of his heart sobbed when John left the pod. If he didn't have self-control and pride, he'd probably just break down there and then. But instead, he also walked out, desperate to leave and finally be able to breathe again.

Fast forward to 20 years later, you bet it took every bit of Bruce's willpower not to tackle John in a tight hug once he laid his eyes on him again. Despite the heartaches and tears JD had caused in the past, he was still his brother, and he may not admit it out loud, but he still loves John, so much, and he missed him, so so badly.

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Hi! So i just had an idea and knew I had to write about it right away!

John and Bruce's dynamic as siblings is totally underrated and smth we need to talk about more often ^ i love them both sm and i'd love to see them together more often and know of their relationship with one another <3

[Also i headcanon that Bruce called John Johnny as a kid, and when he calls him that now that they're older, JD is smitten and moved to tears]

Thxs for reading! Thoughts?

[cinnamon-bunni]

💙💛🧡123 Headcanons🧡💛💙

bc I love them so much........they are everything to me your honor dhushadhhsjajdhsjai am so normal about these three

These three have the best dynamic to ever your honor

we have the Tired Mom, the (not) Cool Older Brother, and the Loser Older Brother (that you forget is technically an older brother). what else would you ever want?

like??? Lucifer needs to put the two on a leash whenever they go out shopping. i mean he has to do that for all of his brothers but its upsetting that he needs to do it for these two as they should be the most well-behaved

but Levi is on the verge of summoning lotan because he didnt get a limited time figurine of a sanrio x ruri-chan crossover and mammon is currently trying to start up what appeared to be a pyramid scheme, so no these two were not to be trusted alone

But most days are good days though! Mammon behaves sometimes because Lucifer says if he's good then he can get a special treat; and Levi behaves majority of the time outside, but that's often because Lucifer handed him a tablet before leaving the car and he's been on it and not paying attention for the whole trip, just trailing behind Lucifer

In a similar vein, I think while Lucifer is trying to catch Levi up on the details of an important student council meeting he missed, the second he sees Levi's eyes start to wander he's quick to pull out with a subway surfers video or smth to keep his attention to the matter at hand (he also keeps a small bag with grimm in it to jingle in front of Mammon; it has the same affect)

Lucifer often looks at his brothers and is like "i expect more out of you two," and Mammon is like "¯\_(ツ)_/¯" and Levi responds by insulting Lucifer with so many internet slang words that Lucifer only knows half of at most but he knows he should be offended

You know how most people know a trend/meme is dead when the older generations get their hands on it? yeah that's Lucifer. Mammon cringes so hard whenever any internet term leaves his older brother's mouth. Levi cried once when Lucifer used the word "poggers"

(Lucifer, of course, is very much aware of this, and uses this to his advantage. He does his best to pay attention to the types of terms Levi uses, but they change like everyday and Lucifer is still always somehow a few years behind

Speaking of embarrassing older brothers: Mammon is such a col older brother and brags and boasts about this fact all the time and Levi is soooooo embarrassed by him its unreal. Like how the hell is this scumbag, who isn't even a tenth as cool as Lucifer is, his older brother. how did this happen

Obviously the label of "older brother" is used less the younger they get--Lucifer is The big brother; Mammon is an older brother but often isn't viewed as one (despite desperately wanting to be seen as one bc he loves his brothers soooo much he wants to protect them so badly I could go on for forever about it tbh); and Levi is more of "oh right i'm older" sort of older brother. he's like a babysitter than anything else

These three definitely get together in Lucifer's study to get drunk and talk tho you know they do. They all have to deal with so much shit from the younger four (most don't respect them as older brothers, don't listen to them, don't heed warnings about cursed objects (that necklace is cursed Asmo don't put it on stop putting it on-)), and so the three just get together and complain <33

They also coo a lot abt their younger brothers! Either when they get together and drink, or in their group chat. i mean, this is a bit canon already as the three talk about their brothers in their groupchat, but thinking about how they talk abt their brothers behind their backs (in a positive way) is sooo cute <3

also thinking abt how the three work very well together when needed! need to work on a larger chore together (grocery run, errands that need to get done either for their own reasons, for Diavolo, or for RAD)? usually lucifer and levi get the most work done when paired together! lucifer is often good at making sure levi stays on task, and is able to deal with his possible whining without making it worse

if mammon and levi usually leave with an 80% of either getting off track, or not getting anything done to begin with. on a good day they'll take an hour longer than needed

lucifer and mammon can get a lot of work done as well together! lucifer just has to keep a tight leash on mammon <3 but mammon, despite how much he gets on lucifer's nerves, steps up a lot when it's just him and lucifer

like, lucifer can trust mammon with just about anything...like yeah, hes annoying to all hell and back, but he's loyal and trustworthy. he's his brother, who lucifer can trust to keep him in check and go along with his plans when things go awry. they trust each other so much even when everything has gone to shit <33

and you know that even tho levi is big brother himself, lucifer and mammon still tease him bc he's still a little brother in their eyes <3 and the both are always just so incredibly proud of him when he learns and grows and gets out of his shell after they all fell

lucifer cares so much for all of them, and hes so proud of mammon and levi of what they've become. theyre responsible and caring and so full of love for the rest of their brothers and the people in their lives?? like. even after everything he's put them through, the pain he cause, the two still held up their heads and helped their younger brothers when they needed it. lucifer couldnt ask for better brothers

and levi and mammon?? following lucifer to the ends of the earth. hes done so much for this family and yeah, hes such a pain in the ass sometimes that it gets on their nerves, but they know how much he cares. how his heart bleeds for his family. he would do just about everything for this family, and mammon and levi would be right behind him with it

the three clash and get on each others' nerves often but like. those three? their bond is stronger than anything in the Three Realms. they all have each other's backs and would all just do everything in their power to protect their family and have them all safe <3 and really thats all the three of them could ask for

[googleitlol]

After Wukong rejoins the group, things between him and Dove get a lot better. Sure, it's more awkward at first, but a whole less violent. They can actually be… friendly with each other? Even though the others get used to it, the change in dynamic is almost unnerving at first. I like to imagine whenever two of them, maybe Pigsy and Sandy have a moment to talk on their own, they make sure what they're seeing isn't some hallucination. Kind of a, 'You see this too, right?' moment.

Anyway, Wukong is having a blast now. Not only is he back, but he also lets himself indulge in teasing/getting payback on Pigsy for the Bone Demon incident. One great example is when he goads Pigsy into patrolling a potentially dangerous mountain. When the pig demon goes to take a nap instead, Wukong makes sure Tripitaka knows just how much effort he put into slacking off before he returns.

And then… well, that's where the trouble begins.

Dove Masterlist:

Landscaping

“Wukong really is in a meddling mood today.” Wujing remarks from where he sits next to you, the two of you basking in the midday sun with Tripitaka and Ao Lie. Your group is stationed by a large tree at the base of a wide mountain, waiting the return of two of the monk’s older disciples. After being warned of the danger posed by the area you all were meant to trek through next, Zhu Bajie was sent to go and patrol the area.

Unfortunately for the pig, Sun Wukong decided to tag along. “It has been some time that we’ve been travelling since our last encounter with a demon. I think the lack of serious threat has left him bored.” You shrug in response to the river demon’s observations. “If anything that old woodcutter told us was true, his boredom may be coming to an end.” He hums, looking out towards where his brothers took off.

“I hope for the sake of my heart, it doesn’t.” Tripitaka shudders, his tired gaze turned skywards. “I have had my fair share of demons trying to eat me, this never happened back home. I just want to get past one mountain without being caught by any monsters or upsetting anyone we shouldn’t.”

You can’t help but feel sorry for the monk. In the time you’ve been in travel with him, the sheer amount of demons that have looked to make him their meal has been problematic. With how much farther you have to go, you feel like saying it won’t happen anymore would be a lie. “If you want, Tripitaka, I can use my gift for a bit while we wait for Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie to return.” You offer, getting up to offer him a hand.

The monk shakes his head, swatting at a fly too close to his face. “Thank you, I think I should be able to manage for now.”

You offer a polite smile, mimicking his actions when you hear buzzing by your ear. “Alright, just let me know if–” The insect grows bolder, fluttering about your face. “Ugh! This annoying little…”

You notice the tiny monkey’s tail before the fly lands on your nose.

Sandy’s head tilts to the side when you go silent. “What is it?”

“…Sun Wukong?” You blink, and in an instant, the monkey returns to his form with a jump into the air. The shock of the action is enough for you to shout, falling back as the demon lands.

The Monkey King cackles, crouching down when you sit up. “You caught on faster than Pigsy!” He smiles, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. Maybe Sandy was wrong in calling him meddling. At the moment, ‘rowdy’ fit him better.

“Where is he?” You use your finger to push him out of your face by his forehead, the King cooperating and stepping back to let you up.

“Still rehearsing what to say.” He answers while you dust yourself off. “He decided to take a quick nap instead of scouting, like I knew he would. I left him once he finished practising what to say in case any of us ask what he found.”

The monkey shifts into his younger brother, muckrake and all. “‘There was a rocky cave, with three sections!” He imitates, albeit dramatically. “There are wretched monsters and wild animals at every turn! We better turn back and return home, I’m sure my wife and father-in-law have been missing me.’” Sandy chuckles a little under his breath while you cross your arms. “That’s a bit dramatic of him, don’t you think?” Monkey King shifts back, seemingly still struggling to regain his composure.

It’s only made worse when Pigsy returns, spouting about the very same words Sun Wukong had already shared. He seems quite confident in himself as he prattles on. “There are wretched monsters and wild animals at every turn! We better turn back and–”

“–return home, I’m sure my wife and father-in-law have been missing me.” Wukong finishes in unison with his brother, the pig frowning when he does. The Monkey King scoffs. “Practise really did make those lines perfect, didn’t they?”

“Wha–?! But how did you…”

“Lying about going on patrol?” Wukong crosses his arms, giving Pigsy a pointed look. “I’d say that’s worth three strokes of my trusted staff. What do you say, Pigsy?” The pig demon looks at him wide wide eyes, almost shaking when he mentions his staff.

Luckily enough for him, Tripitaka intervenes. “There will be no beating anyone today.” He looks between his disciples, Wukong looking a bit disappointed while Pigsy sighs in relief. “Bajie, please go out and scout properly this time?”

“Ugh, fine.” The pig snorts, grumbling before he turns to leave back towards the mountain. The disappointment on the Monkey King’s face melts into a smug grin as he watches his brother march back to do his job properly this time.

While he scouts, the rest of you find yourselves waiting by the base of the mountain. You admit, being able to sit for a while instead of marching through trails of wilderness for hours is a nice change of pace. However, it quickly becomes old the longer you have to wait. Sitting with the horse, then leaning against the tree for shade, to the idle conversations that would occur between you and the others, you were getting bored.

An hour drags by, and then another. One can only admire the clouds in the sky for so long before becoming restless. Taking the horse to graze helps alleviate the itch to keep going somewhat, but it doesn’t help for long. You half-wonder if Bajie decided to take another nap somewhere else, but would he really risk getting caught like that a second time? Maybe something worse might have happened?

After a third hour passes, Tripitaka begins to voice your concerns. “Bajie has been gone for a while now. You don’t think something could have happened to him, do you?”

Sun Wukong gives out a hearty laugh from his spot in the tree you sit by with Sandy, resting on a low-hanging branch. “That pig is such a coward, he’d run at the first sign of danger.” He falls back, his tail hooking around the branch to face his master. “If he’s been gone for this long, he must be taking his time patrolling the mountain.”

“Still… something doesn’t feel right.” The monk frowns, his eyes fixed on the mountain. You frown, understanding the uneasiness in your friend. If Pigsy really was fine, would he be taking all this extra time to comb through the path? You half-expected him to return with some haste after being exposed by Wukong, to make up for slacking off.

You look over to Wukong, the monkey quickly catching your eye as you nod towards Tripitaka. “What?”

“Maybe one of us could check on Bajie?” Your brows raise a bit as your suggestion is made.

The Monkey King rolls his eyes, looking back at the worried expression from Tripitaka and quickly letting out a sigh. “How about this? Pigsy likes to move at a snail’s pace on his own anyway, why don’t we all just go and catch up with him?” He suggests, though the annoyance in his voice is far from well-hidden.

Tripitaka hums, glancing at you. “With Wukong’s logic, whatever Pigsy has covered so far should be safe.” You shrug. Even if the path isn’t safe, if something happened to Bajie, Tripitaka still has Wujing and Wukong to protect him. Between the lot of you, whatever potential trouble the pig demon might find himself in can be dealt with swiftly.

The monk frowns, deep in thought, likely thinking over the situation just as you were doing. After a few moments, he relents. “We might as well, it will be better than sitting around doing nothing.” With his word, your group gets to their feet. With the monk mounting the horse and Sandy taking the lead, you set off to begin hiking up the mountain.

A tense silence fills the space between the group as you journey up the mountain. Everyone is on alert, watching for any movements in the shadows of shrubs, listening for footsteps. Each of you prepare yourselves for some sign of your friend, some sign you aren’t alone.

A shudder from Tripitaka makes you glance back at the monk. His eyes look from one side to the next, shuddering again with a worried frown. Sometimes you forget how on edge he can get, especially when told of nearby danger.

You make eye contact with Sun Wukong, nodding over to the monk. He looks back at his master while you shift into your dove form to rest on the man’s shoulder. You do your work, using your gift to put his mind more at ease.

He notices rather quickly, cracking a small smile before Wukong clears his throat. “Master, you needn’t be so worried. You know I will not let anything happen to you while I am here.” He jumps in front of the horse while he speaks, walking backwards so as to not stop the group.

“If any demons dare to show their wretched faces, it will only take a swing of my staff to send them down to the ten kings!” He boasts, taking his staff from his ear and extending it to spin the weapon in his hands. Facing forward, he scoops up a few rocks to throw into the air and uses his staff to bat them all into a tree further ahead. When he runs out of ammo, he throws the staff itself, impaling the tree through completely.

The monk blinks a few times as his disciple retrieves his signature weapon. “I really am fortunate to have him as my disciple, and not an enemy.”

“Take it from someone who has fought him, you are lucky to have never felt the pain from that staff.” Sandy laughs, and you find yourself amused as Wukong returns, flipping through the air.

He shows off a bit more as you continue on the path, showing off kicks and punching the air. At one point, he shatters a boulder you pass by with only his head. Is it a little over the top? Absolutely, but it does wonders to lift Tripitaka’s spirits. 

By the time Wukong is finished with his demonstration, the air is considerably lighter. He takes his place beside Tripitaka and the horse, looking up at you with a smirk. You give a quiet coo in response, thankful for his help in reassuring the monk of their safety. You have to say, with the jabs between you two being less frequent and of a more playful nature, working with the Monkey King is becoming easier than you ever thought it would be. Dare you say, sometimes it was even fun.

It isn’t as though you were unaware of his cleverness before– his more impulsive actions sometimes made it difficult to remember– but you find it easy for the two of you to bounce off each other’s ideas. Sure, there are times where his plans baffle you, but you found that trusting his plots usually works out well. Whether it’s in battle or in the midst of a ruse, even with something as simple as how you worked to help Tripitaka, the two of you are surprisingly good at coordinating together.

For some time, the hike is uneventful. There is still no sign of Pigsy, but before you can worry yourself with his whereabouts, you hear a distant cry further ahead on the path. Cries for help.

“That sounds like a man…” Wujing frowns, your group quickening their pace to find the source of the voice.

Up ahead, you spot a bush, an elderly man just behind it. “Someone, please! Save me!” He shouts, groaning in pain as he keeps a tight grip around his leg. The closer Tripitaka rides, the more you can see of him. He’s on his side, his clothing scratched and torn. His grey– almost silver– hair is a bushy mess. His leg looks mangled, twisted in the wrong direction and dressed in blood. “Please, you must help me! I cannot move!”

Tripitaka wastes no time in dismounting, crouching down to the man while you return to your human form. Sun Wukong is quick to join his master’s side. “What happened to you?” The monk frowns, inspecting the elder for any other concealed injuries.

“I am a daoist from the temple just west of here. I was travelling with my disciple before he and I were attacked by a tiger.” He explains, his breathing heavy from the pain of his wounds and spent energy. “It killed him and dragged him away. It left me for dead, but I am afraid it may return. I beg of you, please help me return to my temple, and I will be in your debt!”

“Of course we will help you.” Tripitaka offers the elder a kind smile, turning to call one of his disciples. “Sha Wujing, bring my horse here for this man to ride. We can accompany him to his temple together.”

The man hisses through his teeth, clutching onto his injured leg. “I cannot ride.” He is able to shift over enough to show a gaping wound on his inner thigh, a deep cut that runs down his leg and already looks to be infected.

Looking closer, you take a step to the man. “Here, let me have a look at it.” You move past Tripitaka to crouch down, but a hand grabs you by the arm before you can.

You look back to find Sun Wukong, his glare making you freeze. However, his eyes focus not on you, but the elderly man. He pulls you closer, leaning over to whisper. “The last time you healed anything physical, you were unconscious for hours.”

“You mean when you were blind?” You match his volume, the reminder getting him to actually look you in the eyes for a moment, just to give you an annoyed look. “Why are we whispering?” His eyes narrow at the question, though he turns his attention back to the injured daoist before you can get an answer.

“Don’t waste your talents, Dove.” Is all you get before he crouches down in front of the old man himself. “If he is not fit to ride, let me carry him.”

A chill runs down your spine from his tone alone. His previously relaxed posture is now rigid, hostile. His smile to the man feels more like a threat than an invitation. You, Tripitaka, and Sandy look to each other from the sides of your eyes, even the horse looks concerned.

If the man notices the clear aggression in the offer, he does not show it.  “How kind of you, hairy-one.” Despite how uneasy you feel, you hold in a snort of laughter at the man’s words and Wukong’s look of offence.

“Hairy-one?” He frowns, the old man smiling.

“Yes, please. I would greatly appreciate it if you were to carry me.” He responds, and the monkey demon lets out a short huff.

He reaches down, getting the daoist up and onto his back while Tripitaka gives you a look. You quickly put a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll keep watch. If he’s acting like this, something must have tipped him off about this man.” You keep your voice low, the monk nodding in response.

“Thank you, I just didn’t want to leave him on the side of the road. Do you think he might be…” He trails off, looking back at the disciple and daoist.

“You just stay close to Sandy, I’ll call out if anything happens. If I do, ride off as fast as you can and hide.” You instruct, following his sight to the two before Tripitaka gets back onto the horse. You and Sandy were talking about how quiet these last few days have been, maybe some monster overheard you and decided to keep you on your toes.

It’s silent as you continue westward, unease wrapping around the group as you go. You make sure to glance over to the old man every now and then, keeping him and Wukong in your sights. Even when they begin to slow a bit to readjust every now and then, you stay by their side. Tripitaka and Wujing begin to get farther ahead, which is honestly a good thing if this man isn’t who he says he is.

You catch his eyes a few times, giving you a strange look. It gives you bumps along your arms, and you tell yourself not to reach for any of your weapons. He hasn’t done anything yet. You see him give the same look to Tripitaka, making you feel even better the further he and Sandy get from the stranger.

After some time, the monk and his disciple are so far off, they are no longer in your line of sight. Wukong pauses again to adjust his grip on the daoist before humming. “Dove, would it be alright if I bugged you for something?”

“What is it?” You frown, a little put off by his cautious words. It would be more normal if he just told you to do whatever it is he wants.

He matches your pace but keeps his distance. “Sandy is with Master, and they are already so far ahead of us… I don’t want to slow us down any further but I would really appreciate something to snack on right now.”

…Is this some ploy? A show for whoever this man is on his back? “Seriously? I am not your servant–”

“Please, Dove.” You look down as his tail wraps around your arm, looking back up to find a pleading look in his eye. “I think I saw some berries a little further back.” Alright, this is definitely an act. Some reason to be alone with the daoist, perhaps. Why else would he wait for Sandy and Tripitaka to be out of sight before asking? It’s clear that he knows more about the elder on his back than he’s letting on, but you trust that whatever Monkey knows, he can handle it.

“Alright, I will be back soon. Shout if you need me.” You nod, the monkey mirroring your action before you transform into a dove and begin your flight back. All you can do is hope the Great Sage knows what he’s doing.

Surprisingly enough, you do find the bush of berries Wukong mentioned. Maybe part of him really does want something to eat quickly. You start picking the berries, your thoughts drawing back to the strange daoist, the odd way in which he was looking at you and Tripitaka. Usually, it is your friend’s demon disciples that draw the eyes of strangers, not their human travel companions.

There has to be something wrong with that man. You’re embarrassed you didn’t catch it yourself, that it took Sun Wukong stepping in to tip you off. Part of you wonders how he can pick up on these things so quickly. He wasted no time in killing the bone demon when she was disguised. His ability to recognise danger on a whim is quite helpful, but you wish you knew how he did it.

You wonder how long you should take picking these berries, it’s obvious Wukongs wants time to deal with that daoist on his own. Just when you decide to head back, a thunderous boom sounds from the distance. The ground beneath your feet shakes and you stumble back, only just catching yourself. You barely have any time to regain your bearings as a second deafening crash echoes through the land, tremors shaking the earth beneath your feet even more violently than the first.

A tree crashes down to the ground, nearly crushing you in the process before you jump out of the way. What is going on?! What was that, two earthquakes under the span of a minute? Your head immediately swivels to the west, certain that whatever just happened is the result of a certain simian. That’s when you take a moment to blink, the sight before you confusing to look at. You see two mountains where the horizon used to be.

“What the…?” Did they just appear? How?! You could have sworn they weren’t there before, over where you left Wukong and the old man… There is no way this could mean anything good.

To add to your horror, a third mountain materialises before your very eyes, creating a third explosive boom. The ground shakes again, even more forcibly than before. It’s enough to knock you off your feet entirely. Once the earthquake stops, you’re able to sit up again. What the hell is happening back there?! Is Tripitaka okay? Is Sun Wukong fighting the old man now? Why are mountains appearing before your eyes?!

Your questions are put on hold when you hear his scream.

So loud, he’s yelling at the top of his lungs. Dropping whatever berries you had picked, you transform to fly back to where you left the Monkey King. He has to be in trouble, he would never shout like that if he wasn’t.

The closer you get to the spot where you left him, the closer you get to the mountains. The three are practically stacked onto one another in a cluster. They start to tremble, a flock of birds taking off from the trees on one of them when they do. Once the trembling stops, you hear his voice again, a furious howl coming from below.

Following his voice, you dive down. It takes a little while before you’re able to spot him, just his head. You land, rushing to his side before a gasp escapes your lips. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, or… what you can see of him. The Monkey King lays against the ground, his body pinned down by the newly-arrived mountains. Only his head and a forearm are visible. He’s bloodied and bruised, his head whipping around wildly and his breathing erratic.

He grunts, straining as the mountains once again shake. His hand digs into the ground for support, but his efforts are shown to be fruitless when the mountains remain, and he slumps back in exhaustion.

“Sun Wukong!” You call, rushing to his side and kneeling down. If he can hear your voice, he ignores it, his eyes darting frantically to and fro. They’re unfocused, panicked. His breaths are mercurial as he tries again to free himself, each attempt as successful as the last. He’s barely taking anything in. “Wukong– hey.”

You take hold of his swivelling head, working your gift into his mind. “Wukong… breathe.” It takes him time, each breath working to ground himself amidst his panic. He starts to slow, blinking a bit as he looks up at you. His head falls a bit, leaning into your hold as you continue using your gift. “It’s alright, I’m here.”

“Dove?” He frowns, coming back to his senses.

“Sun Wukong, what happened? Where is that old daoist?” You question, looking back behind you to make sure you are really alone, that this isn’t some trap.

Wukong growls at the mention of the man. “That was no daoist, it was a demon. I wanted to get him alone so I could deal with him myself when the coward summoned these cursed mountains!” His fist slams into the ground, the earth quivering beneath it.

You frown a bit, hoping he doesn’t cause the ground to open up under you from unbridled anger. “Why not say anything before?”

“And risk another incident like with the bone demon?” He brings up a fair point, grunting as he plants his palm into the ground and attempts to free himself once more. He grits his teeth, straining with his eyes trained to the ground as he puts his all into lifting the mountains.

You quickly turn his head to look at you again. “Stop, you’re hurt.”

“I have to get out!”

“And we will get you out, but it’s clear that these mountains aren’t moving. All you are doing is wasting your energy.” You point out the obvious, making him groan with frustration. You can’t say you blame him in the slightest. Wukong already spent five centuries under a mountain, you can’t even begin to imagine how much dread and trepidation saturate every bone in his body in this moment, having to relive it all again.

“That demon must have Master by now, and I am stuck under here!” He shouts, clenching his fist.

“Sandy is with him.” You remind the sage, standing up as you begin to rack your brain for your next steps. “I am sure he won’t let anything happen to him. Just breathe, we have to get you out of here first before we can help Tripitaka.”

You try to think of what to do, but what can you do? If the Monkey King is unable to move the mountains, what can your mortal strength do to help him? With Sandy occupied with Tripitaka and the demon on his way to steal the monk away– not to mention the fact that Pigsy is still nowhere to be found– you can’t count on them to assist. You might have to go out and find someone that could help. If this demon summoned these mountains, surely there is a way to send them away, right?

Looking back down at the monkey demon, you notice his breaths becoming irregular and crouch down to once again hold his head. “Monkey, hey. Look at me.” He does as you ask, unable to hide the anxiety in his eyes. You can’t remember a time you have ever seen him like this. You’ve seen him concerned, for Tripitaka, for you, but this is different. This is fear.

You remember a time you thought the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, held no fear in his heart. How wrong you were, then. In his state, how could you go find help and leave him here on his own? “I’m right here. We’re going to figure this out together, okay? I’m not leaving you here, not even for a moment.”

Your words seem to help, his eyes softening. He reaches up to your hand holding the side of his face, taking hold of it with a securing grip. For now, it seems the best you can do is comfort the monkey demon, despite your own worries starting to eat away at you. There is no way you can just leave him here with his anxieties to eat away at him, but how else are you meant to find a way to help him?

[azelmawrites]

Thinking of historical yandere hange hours

tw: noncon, rape, religious themes.

historical yandere Hange, oh lord been a HOT MINUTE since I heard that omg I miss you.

okay so someone recently requested a Hange angst and I was writing it but I was thinking of like canon Hange, yk what we call a “Historical Hange” so I was thinking about like different scenarios and dynamics and I got obsessed about the dynamic of commander Hange x Tailor darling.

like your job is to size the new recruits and make their uniforms. You’re just really helping your dad who work as a tailor for the military. Which is nice because the job is predictable and you don’t really have to deal with rude people or flirts because all the new recruits are weighed down with the thoughts of war and what’s behind the walls. It was all nice till commander Smith died and Commander Zoe got put in charge, and my god do they have a lot to say about the uniform.

You don’t particularly like the new commander because you liked your routine and the person breaking that routine is the new commander. You also can’t help but worry about your dad, he is older and the stamina and eyes he had 50 years ago aren’t the same as now. So you manage to convince him to go home earlier to rest, and you would stay at the shop to finish up. He agrees, reluctantly and only because commander Zoe offers to walk you home every night. Because it’s late and a pretty woman like you shouldn’t be walking home alone at night, who knows what kind of sicks thoughts people get when they look at you?

While you don’t really like the new commander. They seem so fond of you, and they make it clear because by week 1 they tell you that pretty ladies like you are the reason they even fight foe this country and by week 2 they always complain about your fiancé-to-be and how he’s not good enough and that “do you really want to spend the rest of your life as the wife of a baker?” and by week 3 it is the new cycle of “if you smile like me at that…I can’t help but have some feelings for you” and just almost a bit after a month you notice they find any way to touch you, whether it is slightly brushing your hands or by them telling you they will show you what they mean they want in the new design. “I want support here and there” they say gripping right under your bust and on your waistline tightly while breathing hard.

It’s week six that is a nightmare. because by week six after you finish coming up with a good design and starting to mass produce. Hange is panicking because you haven’t broken off your engagement with the baker’s son. and you told them you will quit after you get married and let your younger brother hold the reins for the family business. They don’t know what came up over them, but Hange was desperate and anxious that they wouldn’t see you again and some other unworthy piece of shit would take you and your virtue and your beauty.

you are working late, because you want to get this over with quickly. Commander Zoe enters the workshop and you don’t even acknowledge them, and this makes something switch in their head and decide to take you to themselves right then and there, on your workstation. Your virginity blood leaking on the black fabric of the new uniforms. You are crying and try to push them away. But really what do your weak hands have against the strong hands of a commander?

Hange got what they wanted because you break off the engagement, while you would never tell anyone that you are no longer pure you also didn’t want your husband to know that and spread a scandal. It’s best to cut it at the beginning.

while this feels like a nightmare, the true nightmare is when you notice your period didn’t come for a while now. Hange is ecstatic when you come to them and tell them that they have to marry you because the last thing you want your tired father to know is his daughter is going to have a baby out of wedlock.

commander zoe doesn’t even need to be convinced, they agree instantly.

[honeybee2807]

Do you know what is funny to me? It's that some people read Cursed Child and genuinely believe that Albus is Harry's favorite child and his other kids(James in particular) are his least favorites. I just read this fanfic which is CC compliant and had James saying "No matter what I do, dad still loves Albus more!"

Like c'mon, if that's how Harry treats his favorite child, he should not be allowed to parent at all. Like you don't tell to your favorite child that you wish they weren't your child! In one scene, he literally confides to Ginny that he wished that Albus was more like James and Lily who were more easier to handle.

Like i get it. HC all what you want(James and Lily could be more neglected so Harry could focus on the "problem child" like certain dynamics of fucked up families). But Albus is definitely not the favorite child. All of James' and Lily's interactions were positive and happy for god's sake.

I genuinely feel like its all projecting. Most of the ppl who hc this tend to be oldest siblings. I once remember a reddit thread that stated that Albus was an ungrateful brat in CC and James was so unloved and neglected and when asked for evidence, they stated that in the epilogue, Harry focused more on Albus than James, the day Albus goes to Hogwarts the first time!!! Ofc Harry is going to focus on Albus. And the OP didnt like that only Albus got to know about Harry's sorting problem, even though Harry said to Albus to comfort him. Redditors didn't believe it and later the OP confessed that they thought James was like them and said how OP's parents favored younger brother over them.

Well I don't think OP realised that there is a thing called "Middle Child syndrome".

Tldr: C'mon, how is Albus the favorite child???? If for some reason that is true, I'll petition to steal all the kids and kick out Harry, cuz if that's how you treat a favorite child, I shudder to think about how he treats Lily and James

PS- Sorry if I sounded a bit rude. It's just some people use this hc to bash on Albus and call him an ungrateful brat. Like if you want to be an anti, no need to create an entire neglect plotline. And also this reminds me of the idea that older siblings suffer way more and any younger siblings who struggle are brats. I sympathise(those parents who favorite the younger siblings should be punished), but i dont think anyone realises how the same older siblings torment and terrorise their younger siblings for fun. (One girl stabbed sister with pencil and got cheered on for it and there are a lot more stories[drowning a younger sib, etc].) If you think I don't have any siblings, you're wrong and my sibling and I don't pull this shit. Ofc, I don't want to downplay older sibling's trauma but y'know it gets tiring to see younger siblings get demonised constantly

[dysany]

headcanons from The Kane Chronicles because I miss them Rick please I need a new book

• Carter is definitely Horus' favorite of all time. Not only is he his host, but Carter is also extremely intelligent and capable in his role as pharaoh, as well as a person with a good heart, and Horus is so proud of him (he will never admite it tho)

• Bast always brings small meals to the Kanes during missions. Different from other heroes who go through various basic difficulties saving the world, Sadie and Carter always have a goddess who loves them very much, bringing them food or finding a nearby hotel to rest.

• Bes will definitely randomly show up at Nomo and make dinner. Nobody questions. He's good at that

• Sadie creates a lot of playlists, she has at least one for everyone she loves. Carter has two, but she keeps one private. Anubis and Walt's keeps changing because she can't decide on their vibe, and Bastet's is updated every day. She used to have a romantic playlist about Anubis, now they listen it like a old joke

• Isis is attached to her children, so whenever possible she is checking on Anubis and Horus as if they were still little children. Without realizing it, she started checking up on Carter and Sadie frequently as well.

• Felix likes to do Jaz's hair. He's terrible at it but she lets him anyway and always shows off his hairstyles

• Cleo is a source of pride for Thoth. He talks about her at pantheon meetings and always expresses excitement over the little discoveries she makes. (Thoth is considered a very attentive god to mortals, I can't imagine him ignoring a follower)

• Anubis and Walt have a very strong bond, and even if the curse didn't link them they would hardly be separated. Walt showed him a lot of the mortal world, Anubis gave him entire lessons on the historical periods that Walt likes. They play videogames e go to dinner out casually. Anubis met Walt's mother once, she's scary.

• Bastet and Anubis are the type of duo that fight over everything non-stop, but they will be together through anything. She is the only one who speaks ill of him, he is the only one who push out all her bottons. It's not romantic or anything, it's just their dynamic at that point. She will totally lay on top of him in their animal forms out of pure disrespect. And yet, they are each other's emergency contact and are always there for each other.

• Osiris is the type of father who sends strange good morning messages with videos of flowers, always has a joke on the tip of his tongue and wears themed coats at family parties. Sadie adores him

• Seth affectionately called Anubis his son ONCE and the entire pantheon was in shock for years. Anubis was not there and he still don't believe it happened. Nephthys cried

• Alyssa adores Sadie, and began to view her with great admiration. She once tried to dye her hair the shade of pink she always wanted, but it didn't turn out very well.. Sadie helped her with that and they have had matching highlights in their hair ever since.

• Julian can AND WILL turn the mansion inside out. He's forbidden from being in charge but somehow always ends up taking charge of things when Carter and Sadie go out. Apparently things are even worse if he's not in charge.

• Anubis is like a gothic older brother and guide for the younger ones. They go to him for advice on everything from the simplest to the most personal. As a guiding and protective god, as well as a comforter of mourners, he always listens and does the impossible to help but then act like it's no big deal and disappear for a week

• keeping in this point, he has a habit of disappearing during conversations. If Anubis gets tired of the conversation, or the person, he simply turns his back and leaves. He has done this many times with Sadie and sometimes she almost hits him with a hairbrush. He has been irritating Shu with this habit for millennia.

They're the only ones I can think of right now. The Kane Chronicles Community, if you're out there, please send me a message let's talk!! I need friends who love this series as much as I do

[deathnguts]

Spare some rabastan lestrange for the needy pls🤲 (i’m the needy and i’d like to know what you think about his dynamic with his brothers)

Sigh, fine I’ll guess I’ll spare some pennies. Thank you for the ask! This is kinda scatter brained and kinda focused on Rodolphus to like parallel/paint how the brothers are together with they are separate and yeah I dunno I threw up

So usually I internalize whatever @florsial (formal apology to you pookie, Im about to act out of line 🫶) says about Rabastan because we tend to agree on things surrounding him but I think we definitely view Rodolphus differently. Which is fine, he barely exists as a character and I think it’s just representative of how we fundamentally view sibling relationships differently. Like I don’t know what it is with me, but I feel the need ti make every sibling relationship I write for either fanfiction or my own work complicated as hell.

So Rodolphus Lestrange. I think he’s a lot like Orion Black. Like he probably even looked up to him kind of when he grew up, (which is kinda funny because Rodolphus probably isn’t much younger than him if at all considering my headcanon that both walburga and Orion were young when they had both their children to kind of get it out of the way) and you can see that in like a lot of how he just is. Hes ‘stoic’ but actually just doesn’t feel a lot of emotions and doesn’t pretend he does, he’s probably like a hair away from being an alcoholic but he doesn’t drink because he knows that (unlike Orion who is very much an alcoholic), hes antisocial and physically annoyed around people because he doesn’t understand why they are as ‘efficient’ as he is and looks down on all of them.

He’s very work oriented, so much so that he doesn’t really have a life outside of it at all. He’s always been the twin the family knew to count on and he always liked having the title so he never had a rebellious stage or any real anger towards his expectations beyond being tired at the end of a particularly grueling work day. I think the only work hes expected to do that he actively doesn’t work towards doing is producing heirs. He doesn’t like kids, he thinks they’re loud and messy and they get in the way of a schedule. It’s like the only thing him and Bellatrix agree on since she also wants nothing to do with kids. (Also quick note on their marriage, I think they pretty much ignore each other and that’s their idea of what they’ll be like forever. When in public together they put on the ‘better than you’ couple mask but in every other scenario they live completely separate lives and actively avoid each other or they’ll find something to fight about.) like the general vibe I could sum him up with is, yes he’s Rabastan’s twin, but everyone who’s ever talked with him assumes he’s like a decade older and just aged well.

So to contrast that with Rabastan, who was never really expected to be anything and never proved anyone wrong, he’s the sort of kid his mother defends no matter what but he father actively tries to forget about. The exact sort Rodolphus looks down on. He can’t help it’s his brother, he’s still below him. And that would be easier to accept if Rabastan stopped proving it over and over. He had to act out in school, he had to move where mother couldn’t find at seventeen, he had to preach to the family that they were ‘immoral’ or whatever, and then he had to preach it to a child, and then he had to marry the child. Like, Rodolphus isn’t a good man by many means, but his lack of feeling or empathy towards people gives him a more head on view of them. And his head on view of his brother is that he’s useless, dramatic, and so desperate to be anything he’ll lie to a little girl to get her to view him that way. And not to say Rodolphus is any better since he witnessed first hand what his brother was doing, he literally walked in on the two hiding away to make out in a corner when regulus was still fifteen and his brother was the same age as himself and just turned back around and never mentioned it to anyone. A truly good person probably would’ve done something. Good thing that’s not what he’s trying to be.

(Also unrelated but I wanna circle back to a point @florsial has that I love about how Rabastan and Regulus are a couple who tries to nuclear and domestic but fails, I feel like that’s a joke on its own especially in this context. The idea that Rodolphus is the nuclear working man so Rabastan must parallel him by being a family man, he just isn’t. Yes he’s closer with his wife than his brother is, and yes that could be something he has over Rodolphus but pretty much no one in their family is proud of Rabastan for his teenage wife and it’s not like their perfect or anything.)

Rodolphus has probably told Rabastan he thinks this only once since he’s usually content to be quiet about it. He probably broke and yelled about how Rabastan will never be anything ro even get his shit together and it won’t matter because no one has hope he will and it hurts because Rodolphus was never given that leeway and it must be fucking nice to have. Rabastan probably doubles back with how much it must be nice for anyone to give a shit about you, to not only exoect things from you but love you even more when you deliver. They probably kept fighting until Rodolphus, as always, gets tired and shuts it down and goes home.

Because even a man who feels nothing has breaking points, especially when Rabastan keeps fucking pushing for one. And that was their relationship a lot of their life, I think. Rabastan desperately wanting to be seen and Rodolphus who is willingly blind. When they were younger that was ok, little kids before hogwarts just played together until father came to take Rodolphus away, growing boys at hogwarts who slowly drift apart when one doubles down on academics and the other found there’s more to do (and not for lack of desperate trying on the seconds behalf.) and then they’re grown up and neither can place what really happened. They’re sure they used to love each other, at least they think so. And they don’t know what happened, because something must have happened. Right?

Yeah I dunno it’s hard to continuously explain but I think what’s tragic about them is that it’s needless. Rabastan could try ti be better and it would not only help his relationships but himself, Rodolphus could try ti be more and he same would happen to him. If either brother were better at being human then they would be better at loving each other. But they’re not, so they can’t.

[onyourhyuck]

Crimson Lace Part One. | Mark Lee (M)

Prologue: “Thought you said studying was for losers and it was a waste of your time?” + “I changed my mind.”

Summery: Minhyun, the older twin, has become obsessed with you. He wants you to himself but When he finds out his younger twin brother, Mark, shares the same feelings for you he is determined to claim you first. Who will you choose?

The Warnings: Love Triangle. Mark Lee Twin Tropes. Trouble maker who looks mean but is only sweet to her trope >>> . Fem Reader. Possessiveness. Groping. Hair pulling. Face fucking. Dom!Minhyun. Unprotected sex, please wrap your willys before you tap it. Ass play. Hitting it raw from the back. Mention of breeding (but only mentioned once) Studying sesh that goes wrong ;). Minhyuns secretly a sweetheart who’s just in love but acts like he isn’t…

The Taglist: @yesohhsehun @chardonnayyyy @dearj43 @jwicore @skzennie

The Notes: This fic is long + There will be a part 2 with Mark’s story. Lmk if you want to be on Taglist.

Cover Credit: @dearj43 tysm bb you’re the best 🙏

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The presentation ends as much as your will to live currently expires like a sappy old milk rotting at the bottom of the sinking fridge shelf . You felt yourself grow tired, yawning in your palm, cleaning up the open booklets from the lesson that has ended finally; you started to pray for it to end. However, one thing brings you back ultimately from your drowsiness and a near-midway-lesson nap.

“Who would’ve thought Y/n was slacking off having a goodnight nap through class right now?” Said the electric blue hair boy, wearing street way stylish clothes and his hair gelled up in to rough cliffs. The boy, Mark, was in every class you have and because of how much your time tables clash you became friends quickly. Ever since the two stuck like two peas in a pod. But there was another person in the dynamic.

Mark Lee is known for having a twin that was a complete polar opposite of each other, it felt like a big Shakespeare juxtaposition writing technique , honestly; it stuns everyone knowing how different they are to one another. It’s as if they were never related but that’s impossible considering they look freakishly identical face wise. But other than that, they act like complete strangers. They don’t enjoy speaking to each other, hell, you witness them ignoring each other at school. Though it’s not like Mark will run into Minhyun a lot considering his twin is a troublemaker. He doesn’t attend school. He doesn’t show any care for it actually. Unlike Mark, who cares about his classes, though, he tries his way to pass— he isn’t exactly the most smart either.

But he is very musically gifted. It’s one thing you love about Mark, it is the way he turns anything into music. He connects every little thing in everyday life you’d never expect to actually be connecting to music, and makes it fit right in. You remember once the cafeteria was serving kimchi jjigae one day and you and Mark sat down eating it; out of nowhere he starts rapping about kimchi jjigae and you swore you had second hand embarrassment but also found it completely comedically perfect. It was so random yet so funny. It went viral online too because other students inside the cafeteria were recording it.

To this day, Mark has been haunted by that video and he absolutely goes ballistic whenever he gets recognised by someone outside of UNI or inside of the campus.

Your lips fell apart as another soft yawn comes out, your hands shift on the books grabbing them as your pelvis shifts from the chair. You stand meeting Mark halfway from the class and outside. “I couldn’t sleep last night allow it. I had to pull an all-nighter for the Oscar Wilde analysis. I knew I was going to hate Wilde the moment i saw The Picture Of Dorian Gray book on my desk.” You sleepily added as your bodies walk side to side with Mark, his bag only one strap on the left shoulder, hands tucked inside the front black cargos pockets, watching you on the sideline as you complained your sad English-literature life away about how much Oscar Wilde is an absolute righteous dick for making The Picture Of Dorian Gray. Don’t get anything wrong but you don’t hate the piece. But if you are stuck late at night around 5am trying to figure out why the hell Dorian did what he did— without having to cuss in your analysis report saying ‘Dorian is a big dickhead’. It’s hard.

Mark loosely chimes at your long rant you’ve done from the classroom and inside the campus all the way to the front gates leaving the campus sight. Seriously, you can go on and on with venting and Mark could listen all day. He loves listening to you. But your conversation came to be cut close when his eyes look forward noticing an annoyingly vibrant red hair ; black leather jacket and a red Porsche outside parked out of the university. Many students watch the stranger, though Mark wished the person was a stranger. How badly he wished Minhyun wasn’t here outside waiting for you.

It’s hard sharing a mutual friend you both equally love and want your time to be shared with when the two brothers completely despise each other and want to forget their blood relation too.

You turn to Mark who looks glum and completely apprehensive. “Seriously guys why can’t you both get along?” You smack your lips together until Minhyun comes forward as his eyes fell on to you, completely ignoring Mark’s presence that seems to be the least acknowledge in his brain.

They really do hate each other.

“I refuse to get along with someone who literally hates watermelon.” Mark childishly adds as his lips pucker, shifting his head away from Minhyun. He seems so easily agitated, much Minhyun was unbothered. He fondly mocks his little brothers child’s-play tactics. “And i refuse to speak someone who cannot cook a bloody egg at his big age.”

Mark glares silently though you stare at the two boys in completely disbelief before shaking your head pushing past the two boys ridiculously petting you their anger but once you were gone their minds were put back on to you and they both follow you like lost puppies crawling back to their mother. Wanting the outmost attention, love, affection and time from you. But only one can get all from you and they don’t wish to share you. Whether it would be a single moment. They don’t want you to be with someone else yet along with one another. Minhyun wants you. Mark wants you. They don’t want to share you.

“Move out my way Markus.” Minhyun growls throwing an elbow to the leaner boy.

Mark hissed as his hands palm and shove the boy’s face, as breathing belts darkly. “Piss off Lee Minhyun.”

They push and shove each other just to get to you first but once you turned around with a huff, swearing a puff of white smoke emits from your ears, nostrils and the head as the boiling anger from within raises to high blood pressure— they back away slightly scared. If it’s one thing the two brothers know it is that you are ballistically terrifying when angry and they don’t wish to deal with angry you.

“You know what I’m going home alone today. How about you guys leave me alone if you cannot stay in one space long enough to be around me.” You add to them with a growl before walking off in the distance leaving the two stunned boys who let go off each other’s bodies with a soft whine leaving their lips. Minhyun let’s out a loose groan, you were supposed to get inside his car, it’s why he drove here. But Mark had to ruin it didn’t he. Mark on the other hand promised to walk you home! You always do that.

Mark rubs the back of his head. “What about our walk Y/n!” He calls out to you, though you ignore him.

Minhyun snarking. “I was suppose driving her home today.” Mark gawks at his brother. “As if. We always walk home.”

He rolls his eyes. “You really need to realise that she likes me better and you are simply the spare. I am the real deal. She clearly wants me and not you.”

He balls his tongue inside his tongue before he looks at Minhyun with a deadly glare in the black iris’ pupils, a look that could kill though he didn’t have enough body pressure to throw a punch. It wouldn’t be a first time that happened with them.

“You shut your mouth. You don’t know anything about her.” Mark said grabbing forward Minhyun by the collar. “Talk to me when you know what her favourite movie or Starbucks order is, Dickhead.” Letting go off the fabric leather collar as he walks off leaving Minhyun smirking at the angered boy.

Truth be honest, Mark has the most troubling anger management issues. Minhyun has never struggled with anger. Instead he struggles with his constant jealousy problem.

It’s funny though to see his little brother get so worked up, seeing the way his face turns hellish; Minhyun has to admit he must be head over heels for you, but that no can’t do.

He can’t have you. You’re his. He’s about to make sure of it.

The screen from your laptop welcomed you with bright light beckoning enough to warmly scorch your poorly tired and sore eyes as to last nights stupidly frustrating all-nighter ; what frustrates you the most is that you have an limitless pile of deadlines tasks to do therefore it looks like you’ll be needing to do more than one goddamn nighter. You can’t help but remember how your mother said to your high schooler self in the past that university was fun. Fun? If so when does the real fun start because fast forwarding three years you are still here with your head buried in books and your mentality reaching its downright limit .

You hear a door knock and as your eyes linger off your laptop you stand up and rush to the front reaching it to open, you thought this better be important enough to distraught you from your studies, and it was. Your eyes widen as you look at the unfamiliar face standing in an very unfamiliar setting. Minhyun in front of your door? Why? What did he need from you that seems so urgent considering the wet hair, soaking from the rain you haven’t even noticed it started to pour down, all the clothes sticking on his poor freezing body. His face had a sense of conflict and urgency that you felt the need to question, but when you’re about to speak and ask why he’s here, Minhyun pushes his hand on your doorway leaning down to your face.

His breathe was deathly cold you saw white smoke flowing out, his tongue rolling as he spoke. “I’m here for our unannounced study sesh.” He croaks out a smirk as your eyebrows squint together in confusion , wondering what sesh? It hit you right after Minhyun brushes past and enters inside your apartment wandering in front of you. You didn’t fight him or his nuisance presence wherein fact you simply went back to studying at your table on the floor.

Minhyun made himself at home with ease as if he was completely unbothered resting on the floor. You couldn’t focus with his damn presence around though, you hate it, you hate how much you gravitate to Minhyun and his troublesome tactics. You dislike the way he intrigues and controls you. You truly dislike that you want him near even though you know he will be giving out consequences and it truly makes your skin shawl with shivers. He was staring at you already when you look up giving him a short glance before hissing out in complaint.

“Here take the towel. You’re distracting me by how soaking you are on my floor.” He heard you hiss as you threw a white towel at him. Minhyun catches it with one hand before tugging the wet red locks in it and rubbing his cold-frozen face.

He grunts in the towel, finally letting out a relaxed and less stiff sigh. “Ugh that feels better.” You raise your eyebrow shaking your head until he let go off the towel and he crawls closer to the table in which you retort back instantly , starting to interrogate his true intentions of why he came here and what exactly was his deal because there’s no way you would ever study with a guy like Minhyun who shared equal hatred to doing something like that.

“Thought you said studying was for losers and it was a waste of your time?” You throw at the red head boy who gazed at you.

He looks like he was contemplating what to say. Nevertheless he continues taunting leisurely without shame: Minhyun’s the most shameless of them all. Even though you offered plenty of times to give him the opportunity of studying with you because you truly felt bad how far he was behind his university classes, he rejected you and then reprimanded you for trying to help him. Insulting your kindness to offer him a choice to help him through school. So why now? What made him come here to study now.

“I changed my mind.” You saw him shrug his shoulders as he said this and you roll your lips forward. “Oh yeah?” You say back and he hums a nod quickly to you.

His voice creepily lays on you with comfort and it makes your skin prickle as much as you wish to hate it you couldn’t and that is why you’re so conflicted with the way his dark eyes lay on you the more he crawls to you keeping you trapped in your own apartment. “I’d rather be a loser with you than have someone else do that.” He seeks a jealous remark causing your eyes to leave wonders as you let out a sudden softly chuckle in the air, it felt like magic to hear you speak and laugh; it’s insane to think he’s this obsessed with a girl he only met at a campus few times and then slowly throughout the years… you keep meeting and meeting. Like god was simply paving the way for you to meet more and more.

You bring your lips to shut as Minhyun looks at you confused as to why you were laughing at him. “Jealousy is a great motivator for you.” You smirk at him as he looks at you up and down.

Eyeing you like you’re what he wants. Not studying but only you.

He groans, demandingly. “Don’t tease me. It’s hard to control myself around you as it is.” He said with a warning but somehow you didn’t listen and lean closer whispering to his ears. You abandoned your studies without realising. You left your school work for this guy who had you thinking things. Had you feeling things you never wanted to feel.

As your voice leaves a whisper haunting his ears. “Oh yeah? I think I’ll stick to doing just that.” And his lips fell in a straight line when you crawl more to his space between you closing it, it’s the way your eyes flash at him . You were truly sly, he knew it. The way his hands slip round your back suddenly pushing you down on to his lap to sit your lips help a gasp deeply inside as his lips invade yours:

It felt like an intense rollercoaster to be kissing Minhyun with so much movement there wasn’t a time where neither of you were practically suffocating yourself to deepen the kiss, you were both at each other’s disposal but there was something with the way that Minhyun was just in control. But you didn’t hate it in any way, as you knew, he was jealous and it seems to of turned you on seeing him completely infatuated to the point he ran here to see you in middle of a heavy rain storm. He wasn’t sleeping. He wasn’t eating. He wasn’t thinking straight. All thanks to you wondering if Mark is at your place right now, studying, talking or touching you. He wants to be here in his place and he thanks the lord he is.

He felt blessed to have you on his lap and kissing him with twice as passion as he has for you. It threw him off guard as he could only imagine what you tasted and felt like and now it’s happening; “Mh you have no idea how much I’ve fantasied about this. About kissing your lips late at night.” Minhyun hoarsely croaks as he suddenly flips you over to the couch laying you down with a pin as he stays on top. You blink at the sudden change of positions and you couldn’t help but listen in awe. “I have to admit it’s better than i could ever imagine.” Minhyun groaning past your lips, spreading the wet trailing kisses down to the neckline and on your cleavage through the pyjama top.

The boy didn’t hesitate to slide off the pyjama top hungrily eyeing your beautiful resting chest that he gropes and pampering with mini kisses , how comes to acknowledge how you’re wearing a pretty set of Crimson Lace lingerie “This is pretty. But I’d prefer it off…” he says, you felt your thighs clench together the more he teased your nipples with the bare hint of his teeth grazing it. The more he pulls on your nipples and the way the cold air inflicts it with his contrasting hellish warm breathe, coating it with saliva you squeeze a moan in the moment. Minhyun didn’t leave the opportunity to pass when he can finally mark the hell out of your skin. There’s no way he won’t do this.

As his teeth and lips simply abuse your beautiful and clean skin you can’t help but become a desperate mess as to why he was taking his sweet timing being such a slow poke; you wanted him to rail you down on your couch already, you need him, you’re aching for him. But even so you could tell Minhyun was holding back and savouring the moment unlike you. You wondered what could make him tick off, you wondered what can you say to make the boy fuck you so hard you forget your own name.

“Minhyun…” You call out as the boy flashed you a grin coyly at your desperate face, watching him so sternly with a sudden frustration flashing on your face. “I want you to hurry up, I need you.” You state and Minhyun licks his bottom lip.

There was something about the way you were both desperate but so angry, it turns him on seeing you angry. Perhaps, he wouldn’t mind you lashing out on him. Hell does that make him love you provoking him?

“I want to enjoy this moment, because you never know if this will be the last time.” He slings through playing with the waistband of your lower pyjama clothing. You raise your head on the side whispering a remark.

“I bet if Mark was here he would’ve fucked me so much better by now.”

There it was exactly what you called a deathwish from Minhyun who looks at you with the absolutely-dead eyes- wanting to now fuck the shit and attitude out of you. It’s the way you love seeing his eyes go from lust to pure jealously in the moment and you shouldn’t lie, but you felt your stomach doing flips and turns full of butterflies seeing the way his demure and personality flipped off. He wasn’t going easy on you now. The sweet and caring Minhyun’s gone and you were left only with the cruel and merciless king who’s going to ruin the fuck out of you whether you like it or not. What’s the sickening part is that It’s what you wanted. You want him to treat you like he’s in control and you wish to challenge him. You want to be put in your place.

Your inner brat-ness couldn’t be controlled and Minhyun surely doesn’t mind taming a brat down the hard way. The easy way out wasn’t in your vocabulary anyways.

He shares no voice with you until he had you pulling upwards by grabbing a handful of your hair. He unbuckled the belt and slid down the jeans along with the calvin klein boxers, your eyes sparkle at the veiny abdomen and how pretty his monster cock simply was springing up with ease and Mark didn’t share you any instructions. Instead he: Grabbed your face roughly squeezing your jaw, telling you to open your pretty and useless mouth up, you obliged quickly to his words and he shoved his cock down your throat not caring if you gag or what not. Seeing you struggle might make him cum quicker.

Then again he was kind to you. You didn’t want that though because you simply love being ruined. You dislike the way you love how much he was pounding your mouth as if it’s nothing but a hole for him to get his girthy-cock used and it clouds your judgement with lust. Your cheeks hollow as you take more of his cock inside , as much as you’re gagging you can’t help but want more of him in your mouth. It was so small and tiny comparing to how wide and big he was, it made him watch you struggle arouse him more though. The way you couldn’t even use your mouth. He was constantly pushing against you and there was no way for you to run. You’re going to leave with a sore mouth, was his determined goal. Until you’re crying or tapping him to stop.

But instead you moan shamelessly at how deep his tip of the cock was rampaging the back of your throat, the way his size expands your mouth and curls in your cheeks too. Your eyes watery because this was only one speed, he had plenty of mores still ahead of him . You mentally should’ve presented yourself with the idea of: don’t piss off a raging jealous twin who wants to fuck you and possess you. Otherwise he will break your mouth and you’ll be the one complaining about it later on. Minhyun grabs your head pushing you forward in which he slows down the pace, so he could stay watching your mouth slowly crawl up and finally take him entirely in the mouth. Your eyes widen, looking above. Minhyun was gazing at you coldly before rubbing your hair in a messy ponytail with his hands and his thrusts, went berserk.

“Hm. I bet Mark couldn’t fuck your mouth like this. Look at you, crying over how much I’m destroying your face, I bet you knew Mark could never do this to you darling.”

His voice reeks of envy.

The way his was not even thrusting anymore but causing you to deep-throat him with such long and harsh thrusts, they were quick like constant jabs punching you and it makes your throat itch and hurt but even then you felt his cock twitch and your desires were overcoming with the pain to make him cum. Minhyun groans and you felt yourself become a people pleaser again— wanting to please him and only him. Wanting to help him out with the pent up frustration and he does. Snapping out with inconsistencies in the pounding to your face fucking, his lips die off an end as he was breathing heavily.

“That’s right baby, take all of it, don’t let any slip out yeah?” Minhyun swirls his cock in your mouth as it twitched one last time before the liquid snaps out in multiple lines inside your painfully stinging and warm mouth begging for a break. He watches you struggle to keep your mouth closed as his pink and reddish top of his cock leaves and you spill some on the corner to your lips. Minhyun growls grabbing your face forward, as he starts to ridicule you. “I said don’t let any slip out, Y/n did my cock fuck you so good that you can’t remember how to close your mouth and swallow?” He seeks his finger wiping the cum dribbling down as his fingers were pushed in your mouth, salvaging it back inside keeping your mouth full until you swallowed.

You haven’t recovered from the way he was simply abusing your mouth like it was an Inn and Out placement, so when he flips you over from the back with your head up and the back arched in circular motions as his fingers tied on the waistline stripping you he had you on display for the way his eyes lay on your beautiful figure with curves and a round ass that he groped. Smacking it with one hand as the other kneads it like it were a dough, seeing how it jiggles with the slap you found yourself letting out a soft sigh. He smirks hearing you become so sensitive over everything now. He just can’t wait to hear you when he enters you, it’ll be a sight to see and a show to hear.

“I’m not even sure if i should eat you out anymore, with the way you loosely mention my brothers name. Maybe you should go and ask him…” He suddenly says changing the way his tactics go and your eyes widen. Wait that wasn’t what’s supposed to happen. He was supposed to fuck you after you encourage his jealousy issue. Why was he suddenly turning the tables round you?

He pulls away and you grab the sheets whining, god, if he’s trying to make you beg than he shouldn’t do this you’ll do anything now. You can’t be left like this and there’s no way you’re calling Mark to fuck you when you truly want Minhyun now and there. You meekly call out, as an invitation. “No! No no. Minhyun I want you. I don’t want Mark.” You said quickly catching the boy to pause and smirk in delight hearing you. He reaches for your ass again, humming as he rubs your body.

“You want me right? Only me.” He ceases to say and you held your breathe. “Yes yes. Only you. Fuck. I want you to fuck me badly.”

He scoffs at how much you’re begging, it’s amazing to hear it, and he can’t wait to fuck you either but there’s just something lingering in the air that he can’t push the thought of. “I don’t believe you.” He states and you glare with a huff.

“Fine. Maybe I’ll go and call Mark.” You state with the grit to your teeth but that’s was what done it for him. Minhyun broke out of the sweet dearly caring demure again and had you face plant as his cock was watching your entrance before sliding inside due to how wet you are; it was easy to slip and out without you noticing and look at you moaning loudly in the mattress covering your face in the bedsheets like a whore you are. Minhyun had you waiting for you to act up, purposely, so he could fuck you like the white you want to be treated like and he wants to show you who’s wanting you and who isn’t. He doesn’t want you to even know Mark. He wants you to forget him. To stop mentioning him. He wants you to speak about him and mention him only so he can see Mark’s defeated face when you pick him.

He wishes to crush his brothers dreams of ever having you and knowing you, he wants you to be screaming his name that you only know him and cease to exist without him would be hard. It’s the way you fell completely in disbelief at how his thick cock was pursing through your tight velvet walls and the way his tip was constantly coursing through to your womb hitting the right spots you weren’t sure were able to be reached within a milestone; Minhyun had you bend down like you were an animal on display for him, he had you being fucked like you were nothing but a human bodily flesh for him to use and treat like his cum dump. He tried his best to be sweet to you but you didn’t take it. You wanted this.

You wanted him to be mean and jealous. You took advantage of his jealousy not once but twice now and it was going to be final for you to do this to him. You were lost so much in the pleasure you felt yourself go dizzy and weak, but Minhyun didn’t care, no, he truly didn’t. He was lost in his own pleasure as his cock kept going in and out of you— reconnecting to your tight pussy that feels like it’s made to be around him, clenching enough to make him cum right there and then and he doesn’t want this to end so quickly.

He was edging you through your own orgasm too. Whenever you became so close to the end as you clench harder he slows down the pace and you were simply gripping the bedsheets with frustration. He had you waiting and waiting for an orgasm until you simply beg for it and cry. You wanted this, Mean Minhyun, and you got it.

“You asshole.” You weakly spat in the bedsheets as he heard you curse, with a smirk growing wider on the face he pounds into you deeper the more you curse him out. “Hm, good girls get to orgasm. You have to earn it however.” He slants as he goes quicker again and you cry out. “Please I want to cum. Please. I can’t take much anymore.” You plead at his mercy as his eye watches you before reaching down with his palm to your exposed and bare clit. You gasp with your eyes widening, what was he doing? Was he purposely trying to pleasure you as he edged you?

You let out a yelp when his two fingers work his way in circular motions on your sensitive clit as his thrusts sternly kept a same identical pace of an animal pounding in you with all desires to have you. The overstimulation empowers through your body and when you realise the abdomen becomes warm and you were getting closer and closer to an orgasm you start to warn Minhyun in panic.

“Fuck, Min-Minhyun I’m close. Fuck fuck. Please can I cum, please. Give it to me please.” Said your voice dimming down and choking a moan midway, his glum and cruel voice creepily crawls behind you as his head pulls on your hair. “Cum on my cock since you’re begging this much.” He stated without much emotions as he groans, the way his hand flicks to your clit on the wrist and it didn’t take long for you to let go and have it snap right there and then.

You thought you were going to cum a little, boy, you were wrong. The overstimulation constantly had you waiting and waiting piling on so much that you squirt over your orgasm on his cock and down on the couch bedsheets, you would be sloppily trying your best with wobbling arms to stay up but you fell right on your face and chest as your breasts manoeuvre. Minhyun let go off your clit with a shock entering his body but it was an awe seeing the way you squirt due to how much he pleasured you, he felt a sling of ego rising in him and he mockingly adds to you. “God you squirted, did i pleasure you that much you couldn’t take it?” He sneers at you because you look fucked out dumb, literally with the way your eyes were clenching. You could no longer see without seeing black. It was that overwhelming.

It was your first time squirting too, who would’ve thought it was this powerful more than a normal orgasm? Seriously. You didn’t have time to recover at all and Minhyun pushed his cock further until he was twitching deep inside you, you could tell he was close and this somehow fuels you to take more and more of his demanding and pounding thrusts inside you leaving your pussy squelching. With your squirting on his hard cock he felt how warm your juices spew on him and he couldn’t lie it was a sight to turn on anyone, he felt the way his abdomen become harder to control as his thrusts getting closer and now he was simply pushing your face down in the pillows angling himself deeper in you. You were forced to lay on your stomach and the way your body follows his in synch, he fucks you deeper in an angle you couldn’t imagine.

“I’m going to cum inside you, fill you nice and up for Mark to see if he ever does.” He greedily said and your ears perk up at those words as did your body, clenching, he smirks feeling the way you were secretly enjoying this jealous side of him and so was he; he couldn’t lie. “Yeah? You like the sound of that huh? You’re so filthy Y/n. I bet you like the sound of me cumming inside you. Fucking a baby in to you. Do you like that Hm?”

You could only respond with a muffled moan as the couch creeks open and his cock spasms as well with his body, stuffing your abused hole with his his warm and scorching liquid filling you full to the brim of his cum. You let out a sigh of relief as Minhyun slants next to you with an exhausting expression and beads of sweat.

You roll over as Minhyun was quick to stand up gathering the clothes on the floor that were scattered especially your beautiful lingerie set — he then gets changed first. You wondered why did he hurry away when you thought he left, he actually came back from the kitchen with a glass of water. You look up at him, surprised, but an other half of you felt flustered. You sit up and reach for the glass but when he saw the way you were trembling, especially your arms, he stops you.

“Let me help you.” Minhyun gently said and you didn’t dare reject him as your lips drink from the cup as he helped you to be fed.

You shyly look down and Minhyun helped you get changed. He made sure you were taken care off. It really leaves you surprised with the way he was fucking you like an rabid dog and now here he is being this sweet and gentle soul you weren’t even aware he had this side of him. But it somehow makes you melt. It does.

He fell back in to his devilish smirk before grabbing a hold of your Crimson Lace Lingerie. “You should wear this more often.” Minhyun said. You raise your eyebrows together. “You like that set?” You smile and Minhyun let’s out a soft laugh.

“I fucking love it. Maybe next time,” he croaks out playfully before travelling close to you with a hint, he flashed you flirty eyes and smile. “I can fuck you wearing that only?” He would ask and you felt your heart drop at the suggestion.

You have a feeling this will become a daily-on-thing in the future.

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