#I'll cheer you up lord b

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

Lord Tony Broodington

[burningvelvet]

On November 8th 1820, Claire Clairmont wrote some satirical stories in her journal about Lord Byron and Percy Shelley—they were written as ideas for caricatures (the Regency era term for what we would now call editorial cartoons or comic strips):

Wednesday, November 8th.

Caricature for Albé. He, sitting writing poetry, the words “Oh! faithless Woman” round the room, hearts are strewed, inscribed, “We died for love of you.” Another—he catching a lady by her waist, his face turned towards her, his other hand extended holding a club stick in the act of giving a blow to a man who is escaping. From his mouth,

“The maid I love, the man I hate

I'll kiss her lips and break his Pate.”

Three more to be called Lord Byron's Morning, Noon and Night. The first: he looking at the sky, a sun brightly shining—saying: "Come, I feel quite bold and cheerful—there is no God.”

The second towards evening, a grey tint spread over the face of Nature, the sun behind a cloud—a shower of rain falling—a dinner table in the distance covered with a profusion of dishes, he (with a Wallup) says—“What a change I feel in me after dinner; where we see design we suppose a designer; I'll be a Deist—I am a Deist."

The third—evening—candles just lighted, all dark without the windows (a cup of green tea on the table): and trees agitated much by wind beating against the panes, also thunder and lightning. He says

"God bless me, suppose there should be a God—it is as well to stand in his good graces. I'll say my prayers to-night, and write to Murray to put in a touch concerning the blowing of the last Trump."

Pistols are on the table, also daggers—bullets—Turkish scymitars . . .

Another to be called “Lord Byron's receipt for writing pathetic History.” He sitting drinking spirits, playing with his white mustachios. His mistress, the Fornaria, opposite him drinking coffee. Fumes coming from her mouth, over which is written "garlich;" these, curling, direct themselves towards his English footman who is just then entering the room and he is knocked backward. Lord B. is writing, he says.

"Imprimis, to be a great pathetic poet. First prepare a small colony, then dispatch the Mother, by worrying and cruelty, to her grave; afterwards to neglect and ill-treat the children—to have as many and as dirty mistresses as can be found; from their embraces to catch horrible diseases, thus a tolerable quantity of discontent and remorse being prepared, give it vent on paper, and to remember particularly to rail against learned women. This is my infallible receipt by which I have made so much money."

The last his death. He dead extended on his bed, covered all but his breast, which many wigged doctors are cutting open to find out (as one may be saying) what was the extraordinary disease of which this great man died—His heart laid bare, they find an immense capital “I” grown on its surface—and which has begun to pierce the breast—They are all astonishment. One says, “a new disease.” Another. “I never had a case of this kind before.” A third what medicines would have been proper, the fourth holding up his finger (A desert island.)

Caricature for poor dear S. He looking very sweet and smiling. A little Jesus Christ playing about the room. He says:

“Then grasping a small knife and looking mild

I will quietly murder that little child.”

Another. Himself and God Almighty. He says:

"If you please God Almighty, I had rather be damned with Plato and Lord Bacon than go to Heaven with Paley and Malthus." God Almighty: “It shall be as you please, pray don't stand upon ceremony."

Shelley's three aversions: God Almighty, Lord Chancellor, and didactic Poetry . . .

Sources: The Journals of Claire Clairmont edited by Marion Kingston Stocking, Harvard, 1968, Archive.org. “The Lord Byron / John Polidori relationship and the foundation of the early nineteenth-century literary vampire” by Matthew Beresford, University of Hertfordshire June 2019. Byron: A Biography by Marchand, Vol. II, 1957.

[womanofwords]

Kitchen Work

"A, why do you insist upon smiling so much?" B groaned, as A hummed while working.

"Why do you insist upon being so incredibly boring?" A asked. "I have to crack jokes just to not go crazy here."

B bristled. "A, this is not how you talk to me. I am your superior and the one in charge here."

A scoffed. "You're only my superior because your dad owns the place."

"A, if you insult me again, you will work in the kitchen!" B yelled.

There was a collective gasp. The kitchen was a disgusting place filled with all kinds of dirt and an unknown purple mould that grew on one specific wall. The food was foul and the signature dish was known as 'red mystery'. But A was undeterred. In fact, she was . . . happy!

"Can I just work there right now?" A asked. "I mean, how bad can kitchen work be?"

"You're about to find out," B said, grinning sadistically. "A month or two in there ought to sort your attitude out."

A walked off, whistling. She looked awfully happy for someone who was going to be stuck in a sanitary nightmare such as that.

(PAUSE)

Hours later, a wonderful smell took over the building. It was coming from the kitchen. A's work was truly divine.

"What is A doing in there?" C asked, swooning from the smell.

"The Lord's work," D explained. The dinner bell rang, and everyone rushed to get it.

A had prepared a smorgasbord of food. The questionable food was out of sight. People cheered and rushed to eat.

"What is going on here?" B asked.

"A made food for us!" C cheered.

"Ah." B prepared the food for them with a critical eye. "Well, I guess I'm hungry enough to risk my chances with whatever you've prepared."

"I had a feeling you'd say that, so I kept something special for you," A said, a smile on their face. "Sit right there, B. I'll wheel it out."

"Special treatment, huh?" B smirked as they took their seat. "This ought to be good."

A scurried away and returned with a cart with a large metal pot on top of it. An empty bowl with a singular spoon was placed in front of B, who rubbed their hands in anticipation. They were expecting incredibleness.

They were not expecting red mystery soup.

"Your very own red mystery soup for you," A said, smiling wickedly. "You remember this, don't you? You touted the benefits of it as we suffered through every spoonful."

"A, is this a prank?" B laughed nervously.

"It builds character, you said. It's full of vegetables, you said! Don't be such a baby, you said!" With every 'you said', another heaping helpful of red mystery soup was ladled into B's bowl.

"Get me good food this instant," B snarled.

"You said this-" A pointed at the soup in front of B "-was good food. Did you lie to us?"

"Not exactly," B stammered, an anxious false smile growing across their face. "I did have to point out the nutritious value of it to encourage you all to - AAAAAAAAH!"

"What?" A asked.

"SOMETHING'S MOVING IN THERE!" B screamed.

"HA! PAY UP, D!" C screamed. Money changed hands and A laughed hysterically.

"I should have known," B groaned, getting up. A was right there with a meat cleaver.

"You can't leave until you've eaten it," A said.

B faceplanted into his soup.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

I need more content of flirty belos. literally anything is good at this point; this peepaw is corny and he knows it

Connecticut Hotties

The elderly women of the Connecticut Hotties bingo club were all participating in a regular round of bingo at Linda's house, an activity they usually engage in every Friday afternoon.

Linda was the club's president.

Denise, the game's caller, slowly grabs a ball from the rotary cage.

She adjusts her glasses and leans in, squinting at the number on the ball.

"B-18," she reads out loud to everyone, which causes the other women to gaze at their scoreboards to see if they have that letter and number.

Suddenly, a knock is heard, making the members of the club shift their attention to the front door.

"I'll get it," Linda said as she stood up and walked to her door.

When she opened it, her eyes immediately glittered at the gi//lf who stood before her doorstep.

That gi//lf was a disheveled Belos who had just entered the Human Realm.

His somewhat perplexed expression said it all: he needed the guidance of another fellow human.

"Excuse me, madam," Belos began, his voice so soft and polite that Linda internally melted from the tone.

She couldn't resist getting lost in his blue eyes as he went on. "But do you have--"

"Yes!"

Her immediate reply caught the man who she had just met off guard. "Oh? But I--"

"Please, just come in. I insist," she said, eagerly gesturing for Belos to step inside her home, in which he did.

Once he was inside, Linda, still standing at the door, released a series of soft cheers.

"Eeee, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" she beamed, before looking up to the sky and pressing her hands together, her fingers pointed upwards.

"Thank you," she mouthed and proceeded to close the door.

She thanked the Lord that she was still single.

...

"... B-24," Denise read the number and letter ball that had rolled down the small steel slide of the bingo spinner in a lovestruck tone.

This caused Philip, who was now at the table with the women of the Connecticut Hotties bingo club gathered around him, to pick up a bingo chip and scan his scoreboard for the letter-number combination.

One member was massaging his shoulders while another gently fanned him with a fan.

When Linda introduced him to them and he told them his name, they were all immediately captivated by his charms, confidence, and flirtatious compliments towards them.

He was truly a gentleman.

"It's right there," one member whispered to him as she pointed at the square he needed to win.

Philip hummed. "I can see that," he gently said, which made the member giggle.

Once Philip placed his chip on the B-24 square, the Connecticut Hotties noticed the five chips in a row on his scoreboard.

They gasp.

"BINGO!" The members all cheered in unison.

For someone who had claimed to have never played bingo before in his life, they all found Philip to be an incredibly skilled and fast learner when they taught him the rules of the game.

When Linda returned to the table, she pushed Philip's score sheet aside and set a plate of oatmeal raisin cookies and a glass of prune juice down in front of him.

"For the winner," she giggled.

"Thank you," Philip calmly said, expressing genuine kindness in his voice as he took the cup and lifted it to his lips.

Observing the smitten stares from the corner of his eye, Philip sent the women a single wink, which caused all of them to instantly faint.

He chuckled, taking a sip of his prune juice.

Philip was going to love it here.

[rinwellisathing]

Paint the Lines, Cut The Flesh: Part 1

The thrilling sequel to You're Awful, I Love You

“His hair it hangs in ringlets

His eyes as black as coals...”

No, not black...emerald. That stuck in Sentry's mind for some reason and whenever Jaina sang her song, his mind snapped back to that thought as though chastising himself for forgetting, as if forgetting that was the worst mistake of his life.

“My happiness attend him,

Where 'ere he may go...

From Rivington to Reithwin, I'll wander weep and moan

All for my jolly sailor until he saileth home...”

Her voice was beautiful, though, even if for some reason, the eye color in the song struck Sentry as so irreconcilably incorrect. He sketched quietly as he sat with his back to the riverside, keeping watch for anyone who might try to peek at his friend while she washed. Maybe, Sentry considered, he had loved a jolly sailor bold and that was the face that stared back at him from the paper. Dark eyes, strong, handsome features, carelessly styled black hair. He certainly looked the part.

“Hmm...Your sketches are so lifelike, Sentry. Perhaps you should sketch Astarion sometime so he can stop pondering that empty mirror of his.” Jaina chuckled gently, resting a hand on Sentry's shoulder. “Anyway, your turn. I'll keep watch for you as well. Your secret is safe with me.” She assured him.

“Thank you...honestly I'm not even sure it's a secret...But just to be safe, I don't want a lot of questions from the others.” Sentry gave a small, weak smile as he stood, leaving his art supplies near Jaina as he shuffled off into the tall grass to undress.

Sentry looked himself over as he stepped into the river. His chest was scarred beneath his pectorals, two well healed surgical scars. Two praying hands bound in red ribbon decorated his left pectoral just above the nipple, he recognized it as the symbol of his patron deity, Ilmater, and assumed it had been tattooed there when he'd taken the oath that had made him a paladin. Across his right bicep, the name 'Ojeda' was tattooed in infernal. Obvious enough, it was his surname, that much he remembered. His belly and waist were criss-crossed with scars from past combat as were his arms and legs, but just between his crotch and his belly button, the tattoo made less sense to him. A black palm print right over his womb. That seemed strange. He remembered vaguely going to brothels and seeing sigils or hearts tattooed there on some of the female employees as something of a gimmick, but first of all, he was a man, and second of all, he had never seen a hand print tattooed there.

If the other tattoos were related to who he was, this one could be too, he only had to find out what it meant. But it felt strange showing such an intimate area of skin even to ask a question like that. He frowned and began to wash his body, the soap he'd bought at the first trader they'd come across smelled comforting, something familiar about vetiver and patchouli, something like home. He breathed it in deeply as he ran it over his skin with a sigh.

---

Far from the small encampment, a celebration was just winding down. Cheers and toasts to Lord Enver Gortash and his glorious Steel Watch rang through the banquet hall and the clamoring of drunken patriars chattering and cavorting could still be heard down the hall as the man of the hour crept away from the party and back to his quarters. He had moved up in the world, into larger, more prominent home...a home he'd hoped to share with his lover and their child, but now, even full of party-goers, was so painfully empty without the only two people he'd wanted there.

Beautiful, broken Sentry. Enver had never imagined he would fall in love or that anyone could truly love him. Sex, romance, it was all a means to an end, manipulation. When he had seen the beautiful Bhaalspawn at that blacksmith shop the first night they met, he had been attracted to Sentry's power, his talent, the scores of cultists he commanded, Enver had wanted that for himself.

But over time, hours spent posing for the portrait that still hung from the wall, stolen kisses in the dark, exploring eachother's bodies in the most forbidden places, he had fallen in love, truly in love. And Sentry, a being made from a god's own flesh, himself a powerful, unholy being, had loved him too. He mattered. He meant something. A creature made to love only slaughter and think only of perfect annhilation, had loved him, had thought of him.

His mind kept returning to the night after they had crowned the elder brain, how Sentry had come to his quarters and slipped into his arms, kissing him so sweetly, promising him everything could be perfect now. He'd believed every word until his hands had traced down Sentry's body only to feel that it was wrong...only to find Orin smirking there in his place.

His stomach knotted with nausea at the memory, he had thrown her off of him immediately and run to look for his lover, but Sentry had been nowhere to be found. Nothing but a sketchbook stained with blood, opened to loose page with a desperate prayer written on it.

After that, he had arranged for Rio to be adopted someplace far away, somewhere she would be safe from Orin...and now, he was alone. He closed the door to his bedroom, slumping down onto the small, lonely bed in the corner as he looked up at the portrait Sentry had painted of him, pulling his coat tighter around him to stave off the growing sense of anxiety, the magic woven into the material forcing it down.

Still, he poured himself a drink, setting it on his bedside table and burying his face in his hands, whispering Sentry's name softly.

---

As Sentry rinsed the soap from his body, he pictured a perfumed bath set into the very floor of a lavish boudoir. Even in the chilly waters of the river, for just a moment he remembered warmth. He remembered the warmth of the water, of the scarred and calloused hands that had run over his body and the soft, hairy chest pressing against his back. For one brief instant, he recalled a kiss.

“-try...”

“Huh?”

“Sentry, I was asking if you're almost done. Everyone's getting ready to turn in and since you always volunteer for first watch, that means you're on deck, sailor.” Jaina informed him.

“Oh...yeah...Sorry, my brain did that thing again, where I think I'm remembering something but it's kinda like a dream...” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly with an apologetic smile as he went to fetch his clothes from the tall grass. “Didn't mean to keep you waiting.”

“You didn't, I probably won't sleep right away anyway, Octavia had some questions about my people for her book. Which, you know, kind of nice considering I'm used to people kind of hating us or ignoring us.” The tiefling shrugged.

“I see. That's fair.” Sentry nodded as he finished dressing. “Hey...uh....on an unrelated note....when we get back to that refugee encampment, would it be weird if I invited someone back to camp?”

“Well, I'm not in charge of the camp, so...it's not really my decision.” Jaina quirked an eyebrow. “Besides, I'm pretty sure you're older than me, so you can bed who you want and I can't stop you...I'm not your mother.”

“Well, it's just...um....you don't seem to like him very much is all...” Sentry replied. “I don't want to make things weird.”

Jaina sighed and gripped her upper arms with a small shudder. “ It can't possibly be as weird as when we found that poor dragonborn throatsinger dead in in our camp. Gods, that was awful...And I don't think it was wolves, a wolf wouldn't leave a sigil...This goblin cult probably found us out here and attacked her as payback for our defense of the grove when we arrived...That poor woman, she had nothing to do with any of this...”

Sentry froze, eyes wide. “Yeah...” He managed, swallowing the lump rising in his throat. “Yeah, you're probably right, those goblins....” He trailed off, looking back towards the camp. He didn't know why he did it, he didn't remember doing it, but he knew it was him, and he had no way of knowing if the rest of his new friends were in danger now as well. He felt his hands start to shake and quickly grabbed onto his tail.

“Are you okay?” Jaina asked, looking from Sentry's tail to his face.

“Oh, yeah...yeah I'm fine.” Sentry nodded. “Don't worry about it! Anyway, we've got goblins to worry about, don't we? A proper infestation if what we've heard is anything to go by.” The paladin picked up his art supplies and headed back to the fireside, the sorcerer following behind with a shrug.

---

The wilds of The Sword Coast were more familiar than The Underdark itself after multiple human lifetimes hunting there...well, at least a couple before being locked up and then having to hunker down with his fellow Bhaalists in Baldur's Gate for a while. But Jackal felt better out here, especially with that ungrateful cubling Ojeda gone. Not that Orin was much better, but at least she'd been willing to send him out beyond the city.

He wore heavy black hunting leathers and a thick cloak with the hood pulled low over his face to hide the decay and the scars from his impromptu resurrection at the hands of those Myrkulites. Gods, he hoped Sentry had gotten it worse for what he'd done to him. Hells, he hoped Minthara's shit leadership back at the goblin camp would get her worse when they returned. But then, that was why he'd even accepted this mission from her to begin with, to strike out and find the artifact. If he found it first, that prissy little wannabe matriarch didn't even need to know. He could pretend to be empty handed and then, when she tried to plead her case, saunter in calmly as you please and present it to Ketheric, positioning himself as the mastermind and her as an incompetent failure.

He grinned to himself at the prospect as he brushed back some thick hedges to peer through, seeing the light of a campfire in the distance. He frowned, eyes narrowing as he stalked closer. No, no way. It couldn't be. Orin said he was dead.

And yet, there he was. Those tall golden horns, the fair, handsome face marked with a burn across it and dark jagged tattoos. That pale silvery hair and the armor of a junior paladin. Sentry Ojeda. But more interesting than that, a true ghost from Jackal's past. His eyes fell on the handsome, pallid features of a younger male elf, a star elf or maybe a moon elf, Jackal didn't care to categories faeries correctly. White hair in intricate curls, but the eyes...they were different. He remembered blue flecked with gold, but now they were red.

Jackal's mind wandered back two hundred years to a courtroom in Baldur's gate. His wrists manacled, his mouth gagged. He stood before a bored looking young elf in fine robes as the guards approached the bench.

“Your honor, this is The Mad Jackal of The Gate. That killer what murdered all those poor girls down in the lower city.” One guard spoke, shoving Jackal forward.

“I might have known he'd be some unwashed brute.” The elf sighed, rolling his eyes. He shuffled some papers in front of him, his expression was one that said he would rather be doing anything else but this and he could hardly bear the tedium of his job. “You've quite a long list of offenses, 'Mad Jackal'. Do you have anything to say in your defense?” He practically yawned.

Jackal had struggled against his bindings and tried to speak through his gag, assuming it would be removed so he could reply. But no effort was made to take it from his mouth. His eyes darted to the crowd in the courtroom, a faceless blur to his panic-maddened eyes. He heard their whispers, felt their eyes burning into his flesh. He may as well have been stripped naked for the shame that came from being seen in broad daylight by so many eyes.

He didn't hear what the common folk said, or maybe they said nothing. Perhaps the magistrate alone would decide his fate. He wasn't sure how these surfacer courts worked. He was confused enough by the simple fact that the magistrate was a man and not some sneering matriarch.

“Well, with a list of offenses this long, I suppose it wouldn't matter anyway, would it?” The elf shook his head. “No, it would just be a waste of everyone's time...And looking at you, worse, smelling you from here, I can't imagine you possibly have the money to pay for bail...” He thought for a moment, one single moment to decide what could have been Jackal's entire future, the rest of his life. “He's clearly mad, wouldn't you agree? Jackal Silk, I sentence you to life in the mad house. Now please, remove him from my courtroom, I can't bear the smell!”

Jackal growled at the memory, bristling at the thought of that sentence, of how long he'd rotted there until the cult had sent Tomi and Gabraela to secure his release.

The man seemed to be speaking intently with Sentry, almost begging him for something. And of course, that idiot with more muscle than brains, seemed to agree, gently placing a hand on the elf's shoulder and saying something to him, the expression on his face told Jackal it was some sort of reassurance. And then he laid down. Of course, the whore WOULD find a way to get fucked out here in the woods.

But the two remained clothed, even as the elf mounted Sentry's hips and gently took his wrists in his hands raising them above his head. He leaned in and...a kiss? No...Sentry's face contorted in pain. A bite. Well, things just got VERY interesting very quickly. It seemed that uppity magistrate had come up in the world, become something useful, something powerful. Perhaps an introduction was in order....

---

“That....um....Th...thank you for that.” Sentry grinned, rubbing at the wound on his neck. “I think I remembered something when you did it...also if I'm honest, it felt quite good.” Of course, Sentry left out that his memory had been on the opposite end of the encounter, his own sharp teeth digging into a neck dotted with a bit of stubble, light brown skin warm beneath his lips as he nipped and bit, drawing blood and lapping it up eagerly, while low masculine moans and hot breath beat against his pointed ear.

“Really? Well, glad we could both help eachother, then.” Astarion smirked, turning to walk away. He paused half way and turned around, giving Sentry a serious look.

“Forgot something?” Sentry asked, slowly sitting up.

“No, it's just...” Astarion's lips twitched as though he were searching for the words to say, or trying to make himself say them. “This is a gift, you know...I won't forget it.”

“Oh...uh....” Sentry watched him walk off, standing taller and more confident now. “Uh...you're welcome then, no problem...come back any time. Ojeda's blood bank is open for business....” He blinked, scratching the back of his neck. “Fuck, that sounded dumb...glad he's probably out of earshot...” The tiefling sighed and, realizing sleep wasn't in the cards anymore, pulled his sketchbook from under his pillow and began to flip through it, that same face staring back at him again and again. Handsome and haunting.

Certainly, the tiefling had to admit Astarion was a good looking man, and that had been a far more erotic experience than he had anticipated when he'd first agreed to let him feed from him, but he couldn't shake the image of the man he kept drawing, the one that haunted his dreams, from his mind. What if this was a lover back home...wherever home was...still waiting for him? But then again, what if he was dead and gone, hoping Sentry would move on and find happiness again. He raised the tip of his tail to his lips and chewed at it anxiously, torn between the two possibilities.

As he sat there wondering, Astarion still off on his hunt, the rest of the camp sleeping, Sentry returned to his drawings, focused intently until he felt a prickling sensation along his back, the feeling of eyes, of being watched. He scrambled to his feet and turned around in a hurry only to see a diminutive figure standing before him.

“Oh! My dear master! So splendid to see you keeping up with your artwork! Although I do note you haven't made any of your special paint even after your latest...ah...materials acquisition. But, you of course intend to retrieve the body and collect the necessary parts for your next macabre masterpiece, yes?” The little man cooed, clapping his hands together eagerly as he looked up at Sentry with what might have been an almost parental sort of fondness.

“Um...not to be rude, but...who exactly are you?” Sentry asked, taking an awkward step back, tail raised warily, eyes darting to his companions, hoping none of them were awake to hear this.

“Why, Sceleritas Fel, of course! Your loyal, ever adoring butler.” The man bowed. “I have searched for you for ages, my putrid prince! It was no easy task, but you cannot imagine how pleased I am to have finally found you.”

“Right...um...I have a butler? So then...I'm a knight, like real nobility then?” Sentry asked, but there was a discomfort to his guess, like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit.

“Patience, my liege, all will be revealed in due time. In the meanwhile, a fellow of your fine lineage shouldn't walk around dressed like some squire...here, a gift from your father.” Fel reached into a satchel at his side and produced a beautiful red velvet cloak.

“Thanks, but red isn't....” And at this, Sentry noticed the man had disappeared, leaving him holding the cloak. “My...color...Oh well...maybe Astarion will like it.” The paladin shrugged, beginning to carefully fold the cloak so as to avoid wrinkles.

----

The road to the goblin camp was littered with corpses and debris. It reeked of death and decay and a thousand other unpleasant smells, but the party made their way through the ruined village. They split up in their usual fashion, Sentry all but acting as bodyguard for Astarion as the elf made his way through the ruins, looking for anything of value left behind. Meanwhile, Jaina, Wyll, Karlach, and Shadowheart searched for any survivors. The Githyanki siblings brought Gale with them on their errand to clear out and goblin forces occupying the place.

Sentry was the first to be approached. Astarion was unlocking a particularly interesting chest in the basement of an old house, while Sentry kept watch at the door. He didn't see the man enter through it, however, rather seeming to suddenly appear at his side.

“Ah, Mr. Ojeda. We finally meet. I must say, I'm an admirer of your work....” The man smirked. “Shall we discuss things somewhere more comfortable?”

Before Sentry could manage an answer, the man snapped his fingers, their surroundings replaced with a room awash in red and gold, a banquet fit for a king laid out of the table. Sentry's eyes darted from the man to the table, distrust washed over him. He wasn't sure why, but something deep down in his subconscious told him this man was trouble. There was the aura of course, an aura of the hells that his honed paladin senses clocked immediately, but it was more than that.

“It must be so difficult, struggling to remember who you were. On top of everything else going on in that pretty head of yours.” The man began. “I could restore your memory, remove that tadpole, fix it all so easily...” He brushed his fingers under Sentry's chin, tilting the young man's head up towards him.

“So why don't you, then? Get to the point.” Sentry frowned, pulling away roughly. He didn't like the way this man touched him and something in his gut told him to be wary.

“Because, little mouse, you still have hope. You still think you can beat this on your own. So by all means, try. Try by whatever means you like, you always were so very creative, after all...” The man laughed coldly. “But when hope runs out, I'll be there...” A quick flash of red and another snap of the man's fingers and Sentry was back in the basement of the ruined shop, shaking himself off like a dog.

“Found some of that iron Karlach needed...A few trinkets that could be worth something as well.” Astarion was saying as he climbed down from the loft the chest had been perched on. “Are you alright? You look like you were a million miles away.”

“Oh...uh...yeah....Brain fuzzies, you know, those happen to me a lot.” Sentry smiled weakly.

---

“Hope that poor little guy finds his husband or whoever.” Karlach remarked as the group watched the rescued deep gnome hurry away.

“That was impressive, by the way. That voice was like you were a different person when you spoke to those goblins.” Wyll smiled gently at Jaina, who just chuckled a little and shook her head.

“Oh, that's just my teacher voice...Children can be mean, but only because they haven't learned any better, it just takes a stern tone to redirect.” the tiefling explained as she tossed the ropes she'd freed the gnome from to the side. “It kind of becomes second nature, really.”

“That belief in inherent goodness comes so easily to you, Miss Thalassia...” The group looked up as a well dressed figure approached. None of them could exactly discern where he'd come from as he stopped right in front of Jaina. “But for how long?” A snap of his fingers and Jaina was gazing about, bewildered, as her companions disappeared and her surroundings were replaced with a fine banquet hall.

“What is this place?” She asked, her expression slowly moving from confusion to annoyance. “Why did you bring me here?”

“I simply wished to make you an offer, pretty little thing.” The man smirked, and with a snap of his fingers, he transformed from a fairly ordinary human man into a tall, imposing Cambion with deep red skin and impressive wings. “Squirming little parasites may be something your adept at dealing with, after all, but I think the one in your head is a bit beyond your skillset.”

Jaina rolled her eyes, unamused at the jab towards children. “Well, I don't think it's proven to be anything I can't handle just yet. Why would I sell my soul to deal with something a little time and research could fix?”

“So matter of fact, so reasonable. But will you still be when you start to sprout tentacles?” The cambion chuckled coldly.

“I'm a follower of Umberlee, there was always a chance I'd sprout them one day.” The sorcerer replied coolly, folding her arms across her chest. “Now if you're done trying to intimidate me, my friends and I were trying to do some good in the world.”

“Ah, yes, trying to spread a bit of hope. Well, when you find that hope has spread thin, I'll be waiting.” He sneered, snapping his fingers and returning her to Wyll's side.

“Are you alright, soldier?” Karlach approached carefully, eyes moving slowly over Jaina's body as if looking her over for injuries.

“Yes, I'm fine. But we'd best keep our guard up. We've caught the eye of a devil interested in a deal.” The young woman replied, folding her arms across her chest.

---

“You know, my sister always told me Istik were rather 'squishy' but I didn't understand what she meant until we joined with you, Gale Dekarios.” Kroger quirked a brow as he healed yet another deep laceration on Gale's arm.

“Ah, yes, the hurtful old wizard stereotype at play once again.” Gale shook his head with a somewhat sarcastic smile. “Phenomenal power in an all too fragile package, I suppose.”

“Oh, don't worry! Lae'zel can teach you how we condition our bodies back home at our Creche. You'll be hardier in no time!” Octavia beamed, those big, bright blue eyes gazing warmly at Gale.

“Well, I certainly look forward to it, Octavia.” The other wizard nodded, looking into her eyes for just a moment.

“Tchk...” Lae'zel rolled her eyes. “The first suggestion to keep from being slaughtered in combat is to focus on the enemy, not your companions. Focusing on us is Kroger's task as the healer.” She spoke bluntly as she began to check the corpses for any valuable loot.

“Sound advice. But perhaps not the most helpful with an illithid tadpole wriggling in your skull.” An unfamiliar voice sneered.

Octavia looked in the direction of the voice and found herself no longer kneeling beside Gale in the village, but instead in an ornate room. Kroger was there as well and he stood up, brushing himself off.

“Do you mind? I was tending to a patient. This is incredibly unsanitary.” The male Githyanki wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“I will only take a moment of your time, ghustil, I assure you.” The man smirked, snapping his fingers as flames engulfed him, transforming him into towering figure with proud horns and large wings.

“A real cambion! In the flesh!” Octavia gasped, eyes wide with wonder as she fumbled in her pouch for a leatherbound notebook and a quill. “If I may, I have a few questions, sir!” She beamed.

Kroger rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. “Every second you waste of my time is a second our companion risks infection. Would you spare us the theatrics?”

“Tsk tsk, you have no flare for the dramatic, boy.” The cambion scoffed. He ignored Octavia's eager clamoring. “I would think given how your people will react, you would be far more worried about the illithid tadpoles squirming in your brains than about some long-winded wizard you just met.”

“I am a medic, sir. My oath to heal supercedes my own wellbeing.” Kroger replied coldly, standing his ground, fists clenched at his sides.

“About those questions...Were you born of a mortal mother and an infernal father, or....” Octavia's words went ignored yet again as she prattled.

“Very well, return to your duties then, but I'll be there when your oath feels a bit less dire than the rapidly worsening symptoms of ceremorphosis.” The Cambion snapped his fingers, returning the two Githyanki to the battlefield.

“Tsk'va! He didn't answer a single one of my questions.” Octavia frowned, lowering her head sadly.

Kroger simply scoffed and returned to his work, muttering about possible contamination, how there was absolutely no way such a decadent place was sterile.

---

Jackal had kept pace, following the party throughout the day, hidden in the foliage. Mostly he kept his eyes on Sentry and that vampire, but the pretty little school teacher also caught his attention. She was just the kind of girl he enjoyed killing the most.

He watched their interactions, the way the party divided their tasks and split up, trying to plan his winning scenario. The Sharran with the pretty throat was the one with the artifact he was hunting for, he knew that much. But she was always near the big Tiefling or the armored Githyanki woman, neither of whom Jackal liked his chances against in close combat.

He bit into a freshly picked apple with a satisfying crunch as he considered his options, mulling it over until his sharp ears picked up a sound behind him. He dropped his apple and turned quickly, drawing his bow and notching an arrow in one fluid motion.

“One wrong move, asshole.” He growled, mangled lips curled in a feral snarl.

“Oh perish the thought, my friend. I merely recognized an intelligent man capable of knowing a good bargain when he heard one.” The human smiled, malice dripping behind the expression. But that didn't bother Jackal, he felt power behind this guy as well.

“Alright, fine, What do you want?” He asked, not lowering his bow.

“To make you an offer, of course.” The man spread his arms theatrically. The world around Jackal swirled and reformed into a decadent palace hall, a table laden with all manner of fine food, red velvet carpets over marble floors, walls and furniture inlaid with gold.

“Hmmph. Not quite my scene, bit too hoity toity for my tastes.” The ranger grumbled, but it didn't stop him from nicking a turkey leg from the table and biting messily into it.

“No, of course, you prefer a more rugged setting, I'm sure...But indulge me. I do so hate to be out of my element when making a deal.” The human form faded away revealing a tall Cambion. That was more like it.

“I see...well, I'm all ears.” Jackal grinned. “It's a weakness of mine, see, men in power.”

“I assumed as much.” The Cambion smirked. “And a smart man such as you knows what someone like me can offer. So I'll make this simple: For now, continue the way you are. Follow these would be heroes and report on them, but instead of delivering your reports to the drow woman or to your sister, you'll work in tandem with my employee and report to me. In return, I offer you the power you crave.”

Jackal thought a moment, mulling it over in his mind. “Sounds good to me. I'm through reporting to those two, especially Minthara. Fuck that up tight would be Matriarch.”

“Then it seems we have a deal. Good.” The drow was more foolish than Raphael had thought he'd be, but then again he wasn't his true target, simply a stepping stone on the way to Sentry Ojeda. A convenient tool he could use to achieve his winning scenario. The object he'd coveted for so long in his hands, and revenge on his wayward former ward for daring to steal from him and worse, for taking what was his before he had the chance.

Jackal shook the Cambion's hand, smirking at the look of disgust on the devil's face at touching a hand filthy with grease from the turkey leg, and to the drow's delight, he found that when he returned to the forest, some of the extra food he'd stuffed in his pack remained.

“Eatin' well tonight.” He grinned. “Yessir, no goblin dreck for me this evenin'.” And with that pleasant thought, he returned to his post, watching the party move throughout the village, blissfully unaware of his presence.

[teteminne]

So sorry to ask this, hope i'm not being annoying: I can't remember what originally happened at the end of the last chapter even though i definitely read it.

I think?? that they kissed again?

you don't even have to post the og chapter here but could you (or one of your followers who remembers what happened) give a summary?

Xx

Hello! Please, don't ever apologize for interacting! I absolutely love receiving asks, comments, kudos, anything! It truly makes me very happy, it's not annoying at all!

And yes, they did kiss again in the original version! I'll post it here already!

They throw a feast to receive him.

He’s somewhat embarrassed; it’s not nearly akin to his crowning, but it's still strange, to have so many people celebrating him. Especially now that he’s nothing. Their small Court, comprised of Lords Guagg, Flint, Hornwood and Redbeard along with Sansa’s ladies, Manderly and Poole, sit near their high table; they’d stood up in respect along with the rest of the household as he’d walked into the Great Hall, Sansa on his arm, Arya and Meera Reed close behind. They’d even clapped, some cheered. It’s astonishing. He’s nearly suspicious; briefly, he considers asking Sansa if she had them do it. It’s not like he thinks it’d be hard for her; though she’d never been fully out of control, these last few moons seem to have served to set her grasp on the castle fully. It’s entirely under her thrall now, entirely hers. It seems to move in synchrony to her heartbeats. It makes him fall in love with Winterfell in an entirely different way; it's more than just his home now, it’s also Sansa, her spirit expanded into a place. It’s beautiful.

She’d refused to so much as look at the Lord’s chair when he’d drawn it out for her. Instead, she took her mother’s seat, ignoring Jon’s sheepishness at taking father’s again. With Arya by his other side, he’d been served to a full, personally tailored meal. Every dish his favourite, done exactly as he liked. It’s bizarre; the strength of his gratitude renders him mute. It swells in his throat, and blooms every time he looks at her. The emotion is such he is forced to avoid the sight of her lovely face, flushed primly in the fire-warmed room, framed by rows of pearl-clipped braids, pinned around her head gracefully.

(He cannot think about how he’d kissed her. Cannot think of it - the thought’s ghost has haunted him all day -.)

He and Arya talk extensively throughout the meal. She has so much to tell him; Jon is happy to hear her, see her talk. She speaks and then looks for his answer; always seems so happy to receive it. For the first time in moons, Jon feels glad of his existence, much for how happy it seems to make them -his sisters; the thought threatens to make him sick for a mad second, and he pushes it down with a full swallow of his steak -.

Sansa remains mostly silent. In one of the few times he allows himself to look at her, Jon searches her eyes to see if everything is well; though there’s a timidity there he cannot quite understand, there’s also contentment. His hand itches to search for her, grab hers, grab her tight… If he thought himself tempted before - before he left, before he was tormented by those moons and moons of mad solitude that his mind eagerly seeks to discard further by the second now - it is nothing compared to how he feels right then. At this point, knowing what he knows - the true nature of his feelings, and the true nature of hers; the unbearable devastation of separation and the full spring of her touch, her mouth - he desires in a whole different way now. His mind dares to take him places he’d never ventured before, never even considered, conceived of…

She retires early, hand coming to rest upon his shoulder as she rises from her seat, lips gently arranged into a small smile.

“I’m tired; it’s best I return to my apartments.” she excuses herself genially. Jon looks into her eyes to see if she wants him to come to her rooms after dinner; she squeezes his shoulder once before she slides her hand away, and he knows she does. The entire hall salutes her, having risen from their seats in tandem with her, and she recognizes their efforts with small smiles and waves of her head, entirely at ease, graceful in step and posture, hands held before her womb. His gaze lingers as she goes, until he tracks the final swoop of the midnight blue fabric of her evening gown turning the corner out of the hall, her shadow disappearing down the hallway, Brienne on her tail.

“You really are close.” Arya states beside him, startling. He looks back at his little sister, holding his face unchanged, but the sight of her face cannot help but disarm him. His lips twitch as his gaze softens:

“What do you mean?”

“I had wondered, upon arriving, if you really were as close as she seemed to imply. But you are. You really are. You love her.”

Jon smiles faintly.

“Who wouldn’t?”

Arya doesn’t smile in response. She keeps looking at him, investigative. It’s her usual look; has been since she was a child, frowning at the world, haughtily demanding its answers to her every doubt. But now, a new kind of seriousness mars the image; she’s grown into a dark presence. Jon knows doubtlessly no toothy grin is to emerge from this stern facade. It makes him frown himself; they stare at one another, mirrored images.

“Are you jealous?” Jon breaks the stare-off, turning back to his plate to shove another huge piece of steak into his mouth. As he chews, he can hear Arya sputter.

“What?” she questions, seemingly indignant. Jon narrows his eyes at her, looking at her through the corner of his eye.

“Don’t play games with me. You’ve always been like this, especially when it came to Sansa. A possessive little gremlin from birth. But you’re grown now;” he talks through her wrothful complaints and his full mouth: “You should know there’s no need for this kind of bullshit.”

“I’m not jealous.” Arya spits the words out, deeply affronted. Jon smiles, swallowing his food.

“Alright, then.” he mocks, nearly laughing at the indignation wafting off her beside him; if she were eight, she’d have slapped his arm for the offense. “What have you been doing here, then, since you arrived?” he changes the subject, good humoured - and also slightly drunk; it's been a good while since he’s allowed himself to drink, and the ale is always best in Winterfell, always -.

Disgruntled still by his careless accusation, Arya’s mouth is still pursed sourly when she answers: “What do you think?”

“Knitting?” she gives him a look; Jon laughs, inwardly, taking a huge piece of kidney pie onto his plate. “Speak already. You won’t tell me anything about what came before; so what have you been doing here?”

“Hunting.” Arya supplies after a while, playing with her dinner knife. Jon frowns, evaluating her with a sharp look.

“Whom?” raising his fork to his mouth.

“You know whom.”

Jon stills; he takes his time chewing, then swallows. When he speaks again, his voice is lower, and he scans the room from underneath his brow while shoving his food around - his version of discretion -.

“I was wondering why he wasn’t here.” he states dryly. Arya hides her smirk beneath a sip of her drink. “Where did the vermin run off to? Back to the Vale?”

It’s Arya’s prolonged silence that makes him stop and look at her, questioning, but looking into her eyes, he knows at once. His surprise is such he cannot control his expression: his brows raise, mouth slacking open.

He gathers himself in a second’s time, but knows Arya saw it. Dragging a hand over his beard, overgrown, Jon processes the information.

“How…” his voice, though already low, dies at once the second it reaches his ears. Taking his act of dining back up, he tries to formulate his question, wary of hidden ears: “Can we speak of this here?” barely more than a mumble. Arya’s grin is small, but sharp:

“Why, of course! It was all strictly legal; you know we’d never act otherwise.”

“Of course.” obliquely; “By ‘we’ you mean…”

“Myself, Sansa and Bran.” she clarifies. “It was a joint effort.”

“I see.”

At the long silence that follows, Arya eventually frowns, leaning forward over the table to look at his face, worry lining that tense spot between her eyes: “Jon?” she questions, preoccupied.

Jon doesn’t let her know he saw her apprehensiveness; instead, he meets her eyes:

“Can I know what was his crime?”

“Yes.” relieved, she leans back against her seat, but waits until Jon has turned to her himself inquisitively before answering, without jest: “He tried to murder me.”

SANSA

Jon’s knock on her door has her flying off her chair to answer, terribly jittery, anxious. She pulls the door open in a single great pull, and there he is, greeting Podrick amicably. She hides her body behind the thick wooden door, only her face and hands peeking out. She’s smiling, and Jon smiles too when he sees her - his eyes never leave her after that, not even to bid the young boy farewell. Sansa can only manage a distant acknowledgement before she is banging the door shut -. She somewhat leans against it when it's closed, a strange feeling in her chest, lighting up her veins. It’s like anxiety, nervousness, only not really, because it feels <i>good</i>. Like the fresh burn of crystal water coming up her throat. It fills her with a boundless, fiery excitement. Her cheeks burn, but she cannot bear to lower her eyes, incapable of breaking their shared gaze even as a shyness she nearly doesn’t recognize makes the tips of her fingers tingle.

Slowly, Jon offers her a hand; demure, she takes it. He smiles as she comes into his arms, and she fits herself into his eager embrace tenderly, grateful for every press of flesh. Cheek against his chest, she looks down to watch him take her nightgown’s fabric in his hold, feeling the soft lightness of the deep purple material in between his index and thumb.

“It was a gift from Braavos.” she tells him, mellow.

Jon frowns.

“They gave you a nightgown?” he asks, the corners of his mouth tilting down into the beginnings of a scowl. “How very forward…”

“No, not the nightgown. The fabric.” Sansa corrects, bell-voiced, leaning further against him. She’s in the lightest of spirits now that he’s here. “The gown I made myself. Do you like it?”

Jon is silent as he takes it in further, taking her wrist gently in hand to pull it outward, so he can see the fit of the gown fully. Sansa’s heartbeat thrills perilously as her body falls under the shadow of his gaze. He squeezes her wrist, averting his eyes sharply to a random point over her head, lips touching her forehead in a casual kiss.

“It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” he tells her, thumb caressing the thin, sensitive skin of the inner side of her wrist, so gently as to feel the soft ridges of her veins. Sansa presses herself against him further, her other hand also finding the cotton of his vest at his back; he’d removed his leather doublet before coming here. The fabric smells of him thoroughly; the scent and the vividness of his warmth, the solidity of his flesh, everything that physically marks his presence, makes it real, feels like grace falling over her heart; a delight. Yet, even so, it doesn’t sate her hunger. In her innermost self, she’s still desperate. She still misses him.

“There are gifts for you as well.” she tells him, voice low. It feels wonderful to speak so and have him close enough to hear her.

“Yes?” he questions, playing with her hand. They watch him slowly take it fully in his hold, encase it in his. Sansa’s heart starts beating faster. Her breath nearly hitches; Will he…

Jon sighs, and Sansa knows before he does it that he will step away. The foreknowledge is good; she can prepare herself better. With some distance between them, Jon looks down at her mournfully, nearly apologetic. Sansa chooses to ignore it: “Come.” she calls him, and leads him towards the lit fireplace, blazing warmth and soft orange light into the room.

Before the fire, two upholstered armchairs sit lushly by each other, a small, circular little table between them, made of wood engraved carefully with the most delicate string of running wolves chasing each other’s tails around its edge. Amazed, Jon feels the embossed creatures with his thumb. Sansa smiles, pointing to the mosaic making up the table’s surface, happy with his enchantment: “I ordered it from a specialist in Wintertown. Described what I wanted, and he made it.” They look at the artful weirwood, crafted in white and scarlet red.

“Did it match your expectations?”

“Looks like it came straight out of my head, really.”

Jon smiles:

“You’re bringing Winterfell back to life.” he tells her, looking up at her with such pride she blushes fiercely, looking away.

“I’ve always liked pretty things.” she tries to skirt the praise, walking to the bureau upon which the boxes of presents lie. She takes them into her arms, bringing them to the little table. Jon is still standing between the armchairs: “That one is yours.” she tells him, pointing to the bigger chair, stately in brown leather. Jon looks at it; he seems to be taking everything in very slowly. Sansa lets him.

“Mine?”

“Yes.” Sansa confirms, busying herself with opening the first box so she doesn’t have to look at him, inexplicably embarrassed. “It's the most comfortable model I could think of to fit your way of sitting.”

“My way of sitting?!” He is stunned. Sansa blushes, fussing with the presents. She feels impossibly shy, and young. Silly. She is startled into looking at him when Jon gently takes her hand again; her heart thrills, and she swallows instinctively.

“Sansa, I cannot… everything you’ve done for me: the boat, the escort, the reception…”

“I had the guards make a wall for you to pass. I was nervous you might gather attention, and a crowd might unexpectedly form, I don’t know…”

“The feast, and now this.” Jon speaks through her nervous interruption. His eyes are full of emotion; he seems genuinely overcome. Sansa nearly expires just being near him; “What have I ever done to deserve you?” he takes her face in hand. Sansa raises hers to lie over his immediately:

“Don’t ever say such things. You deserve…” her voice trails off. They regard one another so intensely; there’s a gravitational pull that swirls around them. Without even noticing, they’ve come flush against one another; her nightgown isn’t really anything remotely close to thin, nor are his sturdy winter clothes - yet, even still, it feels like their skin is touching, like they’re coming together… - “I’ve thought of nothing but you, for moons. Your steadfastness, your trust… You believed in me, even when I was too scared to fully believe in you. You gave yourself to me, and now… now I’m yours…”

He snuffs out her words with a kiss. His lips press against hers, and Sansa feels a sigh escape her in true relief, arms flying to wrap themselves around his shoulders. For a long, hallucinating moment, they remain still in pure bliss, locked in the act, the feeling. Lingering. It is a few seconds before, slowly, Jon’s hands descend to her side, to pull her up against him; they take hold of her waist, miles of her back. Her spine arches, lungs filling with air so her ribcage expands into him: she wants to feel him to her bones. Their lips move smoothly, of their own accord, as they entwine themselves in the tenderest of embraces. Jon engulfs her with his arms and lifts her onto her tiptoes, taking her lower lip into his mouth. They stumble forward and knock against Sansa’s armchair, the flowery thing; it sustains them, pressing against Sansa’s lower back, and with the impact they’re startled into stillness. This kiss, it ends gently: slowly, painfully so, they let themselves come apart by the half of an inch. Their mouths still hover near one another, open. Their arms still hold the extent of each other. Sansa sighs again, mournfully now. Jon closes his eyes in helpless grief.

“What are we to do now?” he whispers, torn. His brow rests against the noble arch of Sansa’s eyebrow; she leans back against him feebly.

“I don’t know.” she answers truly, palms curved over the broad slope of his shoulders.

“We cannot go on with this. They will know.”

“Yes.” Sansa agrees bitterly, throat tight, voice sour. Neither of them are strangers to this world, they know the rules: this can only end in tragedy. Sansa feels it, knows it to be true; she can feel their death in her gut. This, this would be what ends them. Her eyes fill with tears, and she holds Jon tighter, lips trembling.

"I’m sorry.” she breathes out, a frail whisper. She can feel the tightness of Jon’s throat as though it were her own. He turns his head to kiss her hair, over her ear, loving.

“So am I.” he says it like he’s swallowed his grief whole, pushing it down by force. He draws back, their eyes meet: it’s like they speak silently. Mutually, they understand one another. They release each other, Jon taking another step back. The distance feels more striking; a rift, a fissure. Sansa takes his hand in both of hers over it: this touch feels different. The love is still there, but they’re both resigned. Where there once was fire, now there’s a cold agony: it pinches their heart, lascinating. This is how they yield: solemn as a grave, Jon takes his hand back, and makes way to his seat. Silent, Sansa also takes hers. They clear their throats, shuffle around, features strained into complete bleakness. Sansa takes a breath:

“Here; the first gift is this dagger…”

The fire crackling into the early morning, they pretend.

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So, here it is, the original ending of chapter 29. I really really don't like this at all now (to say the very very least), but what you guys want, you guys get!

Once again thank you for the ask, I truly love these interactions. It rlly makes me unspeakably happy to talk about flatlands with you and to know you guys like this story!

Much love!

[fighting-these-demons]

B*cch*giri Episode 8

Starting off strong with a flashback!

Aw they're SO CUTE!!!!! How Precious!!! 🥺

Aaaaaaaaaa so THAT'S why Arajin is so bent outta shape. The pure of heart/pure intentions bit. He let Matakara down and his shame from that and how it's deeply affected his self worth is what's eating him about the Honki bit.

I knew it wasn't just the childish aspect because his room is COVERED in childish bullshit despite him being 16 so like. It wasn't that lmao! 😂

Now we have a clear answer on that front!

Paused less than 30 seconds into this and already writing shit up I feel like now that we're back into the story proper and with this only having 12/13 episodes that it's gonna get long here.

They've got a LOT of ground to cover.

Kuwabara - I mean Matakara's spirit awareness has kicked in and he's rightfully scared.

A thing that sneaks in through the Crack of weak people's hearts Huh?

OOF

IT MEANS YOU NEVER RUN AWAY. OW! YEAH THAT GOT HIM.

I wonder why after all those years why Matakara isn't hung up on Arajin running away? Why only Arajin is? Why the running away bit doesnt mentally exclude Arajin in Matakara's mind?

Is it just the devotion?

AUGH THAT PICTURE IS SO PRECIOUS THEY LOVE EACH ITHER SO MUCH GOD FUCK THE COPS THAT PUT HIS BROTHER IN JUVIE JESUS

oh man I hope he's taller than his brother that'd be so funny

I love the sweet sunshine little brother being tall as a weed trope.

😣🤢

Lord help me. It's terrible. If she liked literally anyone else in the cast I'd be her #1 fan and cheering her on as a funny spin on typical anime bullshit but like. Eugh.

Tragic.

Love her attitude towards Arajin though; and I gotta say, I'll be pissed if they get together in the end as a tidy way to tie up and no homo the whole thing.

LMAO Matakara! Arajin just ask him out! He likes you just fine!

Dude he ABSOLUTELY wants to take on that responsibility! Please just GIVE HIM A CHANCE!!!!!

OH HEY!!!! THEYRE EATING LUNCH TOGETHER!!!!! FINALLY!!! 9 EPISODES IN AND WE'RE FINALLY GETTING PROGRESS

Love you forever Blondie! You're a real one and the most relatable for sure! 💛🧡💚💛🧡💚

Teal Terror I live you despite your ain't shit attitude and your multitude of flaws and I am ALWAYS rooting for you but like.

Damn dude let him have this one.

But like I get it I'd feel the same. He's so tired of Arajin's shit. 💙💜🧡

I really do love how like. This feels so much like a YYH au where Yusuke is more awkwardly insecure and Kazuma is still absolutely fixated on him but in modern day where expectations aren't so gendered its in a bit of a softer way.

And like there's a Double kurahi special between Teal Terror and blondie being some of the softer aspects of Kurahi's team dynamic and Javascript and Pink PETALS being the more serious side.

All that to say I love Teal Terror being so dang pouty and jealous and cute and thinking "damn that dude ain't shit why do you care??????" Every minute if every day like. He's so stinking cute I can't take it! 😭

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?!?!,!,

DBSJDJSBSBSHSHSBDBSH

This man said "If I keep "Merging" with him I can get him pregnant!"

I LOVE age gap but Not Like This!!!!! 😭

Augh but I love Big Red Genie's goofy ass so much. So Like. I guess if I self insert it'll be fine?

But I kinda hate self inserting. 😣 uhg.

DUDE YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME

GET HIS CREEPY ASS OUTTA HERE. ITS BEEN SO LONG I CANT EVEN REMEMBER HIS NICKNAME FUCK THIS GUY

It's a damn shame too because I love his aesthetic.

All those purple straps.....

MATAKARAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖

GET EM!!!!!!!!

Uhg . What's the stupid plan that this piece of shit has cooked up????

It's probably his Genie doing.

Oh I called him IvySoulCaliber that's right.

Babe do you think he forgot what you did to him and that you had his crush stripped naked????????

He hates your ass and he's just being nice because hes a good guy.

AUGH HES ALSO SO DUMB. PLEASE MATAKARA I BEG YOU TO RUB YOUR BRAINCELLS TOGETHER PLEASE

😫😭💔

Damn he really did his research on how to twist Matakara. Then again he's not too hard to read I guess. A little stalking would have gotten that easy.

MATAKARA DONT LISTEN TO HIM!!!!!

😫

I wonder if anime fans are aware of just how Gay being huge and stacked is viewed as in Japan? I feel like the wrestling bits of this anime play into that. Just reminds me of Gief's whole deal.

His mom is hilarious. She has awful taste sometimes but she's hilarious. Also how dare she ship Arajin with Matakara's Older Brother when she was rooting for Matakara until just now! WHERE IS HER LOYALTY????

I love how AYusuke (get it?) Is still a great cook!

I really do love how this is sort of a heart nod in that direction in so many ways with the main duo.

Oh how funny he lives at Ara-bath! 😂 Bet you that's been on his mind for years!

😨😱😭

Oh God. He Missed A Call on his way out!!!

Something happened. And all this cute music and scenery is getting you hyped just before they hit us with it.

Did he get killed on his way out? Jesus they wouldn't do that would they???

KEN SAN!!!!!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

GIRL ME TOO HES THE FINEST 21 YR OLD ON THE PLANET FOR REAL

Not him waiting in the rain for an hour!

😭

Oh no. God I hope he's not dead but geez.

Man Arajin had finally just let his guard down and it's right back up.

Damn Teal Terror is calling in Arajin/the cavalry on this one.

FUCK ME AND FUCK YOU AND FUCK THE WRITER AND GODDAMN FUCK THE DIRECTOR TOO JESUS CHRIST I LOVE YOU BITCH YOU MAKE GREAT ANIME WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING AUGH

GODDAMN ARAJIN FUCK YOU JESUS CHRIST

Teal Terror!!!! 😭😭😭😭 He's so worried about Matakara and even broke down and pretty much begged Arajin and STILL THIS ASSHILE WONT BE REAL LIKE FUCK

AAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGHJJHH

OH SHIT RUN MATAKARA RUN!!!!!!!

That goddamn evil genie

Oh shit it got him. 😭

Well. His heart is shattered into pieces and his brother is probably dead but at least he got to have a tender sweet moment with his crush to cherish in his heart.

Oh man yeah I mean I could chalk him being able to see arajin's genie up to his spiritual awareness but I think when Evil Genie got him he must have been handed the gun and tried to shoot himself because he has that side fringe that would cover it so it wouldn't be immediately apparent and also he has the blue genie and it's tied to the image of his brother who is dying or dead and is probably his wish so like.

I'd say he tried to kill himself and made the wish.

And that's part of why he sounded and looked so fucked up when he got to Arajin's house before the sight of Arajin sleeping comforted him.

Oh shit. He woke bith of them up and neither noticed?????

You know if they'd paced this anime better I wouldn't be watching 5 episodes in 1 so late in the game but like. Here we are.

Anyway it's surprising IvyDoulCalibur still has his genie. I wonder what the spirit coming after Matakara is then?

Well hey at least Arajin is looking for him. Even if he did leave him to rot to see a girl that don't give a shit about either of them. 🤷‍♀️

Dang Matakara. 😭💔

Oh shit dude do you think the best time to tell him is when his brother is dying?????????????

Like I'm white American and even by our standards Now Is Not The Time.

Save that shit for confession or some shit.

Why are you hurting him when hes at his absolute lowest?????

God Fuck Arajin just when I think I cN get behind this kid he goes out of his way to hurt people selfishly

Huh. Well. I don't like it. But I do ship it now. (Matakara/IvySoulCalibur)

I wonder what happened to IvySoulCalibur when the Evil Genie transferred to Matakara?

What a shame that Evil Genie is wearing leggings. 😕

Oh hey! Green Gobblin ending! Woo! 💖💖💖

[beels-burger-babe]

Demon's First Pumpkin

***After all the spookiness it's time for a small relief of fluff! This is actually one of the first Diavolo-centered fics I've written and it's the first Teen MC fic we've had in a while! I hope you all enjoy it 🎃❤️ -B***

Summary: When MC learns that the all mighty Demon Prince Diavolo has never carved a pumpkin in his life, they immediately get to work on amending that fact. Ft. Teen! MC and DiaLuci

"MC, this isn't something that you need to disturb Lord Diavolo with,"

"Wrong. It is spooky season and thus it is an emergency level catastrophe that I must bother Dia with."

The prince in question perked up his head as he heard two of his favourite voices approach his lonely office. He instantly brushed aside the documents he had been working on, and took a quick glance into the reflection of the metal plaque on his desk to adjust his tie and hair.

"Well, we'll just have to see what he thinks!" He heard you smugly shout on the other side of the door before a rhythmic knock rang through his office.

"Come in!" He happily called out as he sat just a little bit straighter in his chair.

He couldn't help but smile as you proudly marched into his office with a tired and slightly irked-looking Lucifer trailing behind you.

"Dia!" He quickly opened his arms, wrapping you up in his large embrace as you charged toward him.

The sound of his hearty laugh filled the room as he spun you around. "MC! It's been awhile since you've visited!"

Lucifer sighed from where he handsomly brooded by the doorway. "My apologies, my lord. I tried to explain to them that you were busy, but they were insistent."

Diavolo smiled as he set you back on your feet. "Must have been a rather important issue then."

You nodded enthusiastically as Lucifer ran a hand down his face. "Yes, it is! There're no pumpkins in the Devildom!"

The prince's eyebrows narrowed as he glanced warily over to Lucifer. "No ... pumpkins?"

"Large orange gourds that humans like mutilate and allow to rot away rather than actually eating them," Lucifer groaned. "It's pointless."

A dramatic gasp came from your mouth as you clutched a hand to your chest. "It is not pointless!" You shouted. "First of all, we call them jack-o-lanterns! Second of all, it's a bonding tradition that we do in the fall with our friends and family and use them as lights and decorations. Plus, it's not all waste! You can always roast the pumpkin seeds and eat those as snacks!"

With every word that you spoke, Diavolo felt his eyes get wider and wider and a flood of childlike wonder, that he always felt towards human culture, fill him.

The same thrill that sparked in his heart the day he came up with the exchange program was now a raging inferno.

"That sounds incredible!" He cheered as he grabbed you by the shoulders — your eyes mirrored the excitement sparkling in his own golden stare. He looked towards his door, where he knew his butler was dutifully working nearby. "Barbatos!" The teal-coloured demon appeared out of nowhere. "I need you to go to the human world and get three of their best pumpkins!"

"I'll see to it, my lord," he was gone as quickly as he arrived.

Lucifer's head whipped around to him, his eyebrows narrowed in suspicion. "Three? Why do you need three?"

"For you, of course!" He flashed the demon his brightest smile. "MC said this is meant to be a bonding experience between friends, and there is no one else I can think of to share this with than you and MC!"

Lucifer glowered at the prince for a moment before a heavy groan came from him. "If that's what you wish, my lord."

Diavolo's heart fluttered with elation as he turned to you. "What else is required for this 'jack-o-lantern' making?"

You leaned against his desk with a sharp grin, "Let me tell you, Dia. It is the best. There's spooky music, candy, and you can even print out stencils to help you with your design if you'd like," you pressed a smug hand to your chest as you lifted your chin. "Personally, I like to freehand," your eyes playfully drifted over to the grumpy Avatar of Sin in the corner, "but there's no shame in needing a little help."

Lucifer stiffened at your words, and Diavolo knew that you had the demon exactly where you wanted him. "Well," he spoke coolly, "We'll just have to see about that."

In no less than an hour, the three of you were in the freshly decorated dining hall with a live orchestra playing only the spookiest of classical music and freshly picked pumpkins sitting in front of you.

You were bouncing with giddiness at the whole thing, and though Lucifer tried to hide, Diavolo could tell that even he was enjoying the atmosphere.

The prince clapped his hands as he looked down at the gourd. "Now, MC! What next? How do we do this?"

Lucifer eyed you carefully as you picked up one of the paring knives on the table and twirled it in your hand. "Now you cut the top off and scoop out its guts!" A twinge of pride ran through his demonic soul at the murderous glee shining on your face.

Dia let out a hearty laugh as he picked up his own knife and stabbed it deep into the top of the pumpkin with a single clean motion. "And you're sure this is a human tradition? It's quite vicious, though that does seem to be the fun of it!" His smile widened as a spray of pumpkin juice flung across his face — It had been too long since he'd been able to fully enjoy a good stabbing.

Lucifer, on the other hand, elegantly picked up his own knife and went to work with the precision of a surgeon. Each cut was done with meticulous care and patience.

You snorted at the look of concentration on his face as you ripped off the top of your own pumpkin.

The demon rose an eyebrow at you, "Do you have an issue with my technique MC?"

You shook your head as you rolled up your sleeve and buried your arm elbow deep into the vegetable. "Nope. You're just slow, old man,"

Diavolo's eyes widened at your action as he looked down at his own pumpkin and quickly mimicked you. He couldn't help but giggle as the stringy, gooey insides of the pumpkin clung to his fingers as he easily ripped from its flesh with a harsh pull — he had greatly underestimated just how fun this would be.

Lucifer's nose wrinkled at the two of you. "If I'm doing this, I am going to be doing this to the highest standard. I want to ensure that the top hole isn't so large that the pumpkin will cave in on itself, but also not so small that it's inconvenient to remove its innards."

Diavolo smirked as he flicked some of the pumpkin on his hands at his right-hand man — Lucifer stiffed as a glob guts stuck to his cheek. "Come on, Lucifer! Loosen up! This is meant to be fun! Let your inner demon run loose and just enjoy it!" he grinned and proudly held up his messy hands.

"Yeah, Luci! This isn't an order or a task. This is just having fun with friends! You remember what that's like, right?" You goaded with a mischievous smirk on your face.

Lucifer grumbled under his breath as he carefully rolled up the sleeves of his silk shirt. The light caught on his blade as he raised it high above his head before passionately driving it down into the gourd.

Dia's breath caught in his throat at the feral fire in Lucifer's crimson eyes as you whooped in victory.

From there, it hadn't taken very long for the three of you to finish preparing your pumpkins for your designs — soon all three of them were empty, and their intestines were now coating the table and your arms.

"Now's the fun part!" You explained as you grabbed three markers from your pocket. "You can carve any design that you'd like into the front of the pumpkin! Traditionally, you're meant to do a spooky face, but really it can be anything you want."

The Demon Prince paused, tilting his head as he looked at the canvas of his pumpkin. He wanted something suiting for the human "spooky season," but also something sentimental. This was his first jack-o-lantern. He didn't want to mess up something that, based on the purely joyful expression on your face, truly meant a lot to you. He wanted it to be special.

He glanced over at Lucifer, as the demon was delicately peeling layers away from the vegetable, and blushed as an idea rushed to his mind.

He uncapped his marker and got to work.

You had finished your jack-o-lantern first — a slightly crooked rendition ... something. It seems Lucifer was correct on the mutilation part.

Lucifer bit back a laugh as you proudly held your pumpkin out in front of you. "And just what is that meant to be?"

You slumped a little as you pouted. "It's meant to be you and your brothers pact symbols! Can't you tell?"

Dia squinted his eyes and tilted his head a little — it still looked like a bunch of random circles, triangles and squiggly lines — but he gave a fake gasp of realization for your sake. "Oh, I see it now!" He lied, like a liar. "This one must be Beelzebub's! Very well done!"

"That's Lucifer's!" You whined as the said demon snorted beside you.

His snort grew into laughter as you punched his side. "No, no! You misunderstand, MC. I'm not laughing at you. My symbol has never looked so good!"

You huffed and set your pumpkin back down on to the table. "Well let's see what you came up with, Mr. Big Shot!"

A glimmer of pure concentrated pride radiated gorgeously off the demon as he smiled, "With pleasure," he turned the pumpkin around and both your's and Diavolo's jaws dropped.

Delicately carved into the pumpkin's flesh, with varying layers of depth, was an intricate rendition of Cerberus with meat dangling off his fangs.

"Show off," you grumbled as the prince continued to gawk.

Lucifer's chuckled as he ruffled your hair, "I don't know what you mean. I was only following your instructions and having fun with it," you pouted as you smacked his hand away. The demon's head turned to Diavolo, oblivious to how the content glow to his skin made goosebumps rise on the back of the prince's neck. "How did yours turn out?"

Diavolo glanced between his own creation and Lucifers. "I wouldn't say it's quite as masterful as your own work, Lucifer, but I think it's rather nice," he turned the pumpkin around and Lucifer's cheeks flushed while you found yourself gawking once more.

For his very first jack-o-lantern, Diavolo had carved two demons. One with leather-like wings and an impressive set of horns framing his face, and the other with raven's wings sprouting behind him and a diamond on his forehead. The two were leaning close together and smiling.

"DIA!" You screamed leaning close to take it in. "That's so cool! Woah! How did you do that?!"

Lucifer cleared his throat as he glanced up at the prince, "Is that ... us?"

Diavolo proudly nodded. "Of course! I wanted something that meant a lot to me but was also scary. And you, Lucifer, are both my most trusted friend and the most terrifying demon I know. I thought it was only fitting."

If Lucifer hadn't been blushing before, his cheeks were now a beautiful shade of red. Diavolo often wished it wasn't so difficult to make the demon flustered like this — whenever the demon's prideful front was cast aside, he never failed to make the prince fall for him all over again (a poetic irony in its own right).

You eyed the two as their stares remained locked on one another — you felt your own cheeks flush at the mere tension in the room. You quickly grabbed the bowl of pumpkin guts resting on the table and awkwardly stood up. "OH LOOK! We have all kinds of left over pumpkin guts! I'm going to um, roast these with Barbatos for a snack! In the kitchen! Away from here! BYE!"

Before either of them had time to blink you were gone in a blur.

Lucifer fondly shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "Humans. They really are so odd."

Diavolo hummed as he looked back at the monstrosity of a jack-o-lantern that you made. "Endearing though. I quite enjoyed this tradition of theirs."

Silence settled between the two demons as Lucifer carefully picked the remaining pumpkin innards that you had thrown at him off his shirt. "Perhaps," he began without looking at the Prince, "we'll have to do this again next year," Diavolo looked at him, a slow smile began climbing on his face as the demon's warm tone registered within him. "MC clearly needs more practice, and ... I suppose this wasn't so bad," the crimson eyes flickered down to Diavolo's pumpkin once more.

A swarm of butterflies fluttered alongside hope within him — the happiness that was burning within him was one he had seldom experienced before.

A small, stunned laugh bubbled out from within him as he nodded deeply to his closest companion. "As you wish, my dear."

*** Oh it is so nice to have a refreshing break of fluff every now and then 🥰 Thank you all for reading and for the love and support! Please leave a comment, if you can, letting me know what you thought! Your feedback is always appreciated! -B***

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[avenging-fandoms]

It’s sinner hour? I have a request o’ great lord. It’s about Pope Heyward and um it’s from ur smut prompt list. “You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?” So like Pope has been looking very very very HOT ALL DAY to the reader (I mean when he wears that black tight shirt- MHM) and the reader well she gets fed up so she puts on a short dress with no panties and sits on popes lap while he’s trying to have a conversation with his friends but y/n wants to do other things..

OUTER BANKS MASTERLIST

a/n: "o'great lord" i cannot with you nonnie ily

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your hand gripped your backpack strap as you knocked on the door of pope's home, his dad's car not there so you knew he was home alone. pope came down and opened the door, smiling at you. "hey, baby, what are you doing here? the party isn't until later"

"i'm angry with you" you stormed past him after scanning his naked torso, pushing past him and pope laughed to himself. "it's not funny, pope"

"okay, what did i do to make you angry?" pope closed the door and you threw your backpack down, pointing your finger at him and moving it up and down. pope looked down slowly, then back at you confused.

"didn't i tell you what that shirt did to me, heyward? i told you every time you wear that shirt.." your sentence trailed off, and pope looked down again.

"i'm not wearing a shirt right now, though?" he answered as a question and you rolled your eyes.

"you know what shirt i'm talking about, that tight black one. y'know, the one that shows off everything only i should see.." you mumble softly and pope smirks, stepping close to you and holding your waist with his fingers lightly touching under your chin.

"so you get jealous every time i wear that shirt?" pope looked down at you and you roll your eyes, looking to the side and pope kissed your neck softly.

"among other things.." you spoke, holding the belt loops of his shorts. "no, i'm mad at you for wearing that to school! you know how hard it was to not jump you today, pope heyward?" pope cut you off by placing his lips on yours softly, and you forgot what you were talking about.

"go home, change, and i'll pick you up at 7, yes?" pope whispered and you nodded, kissing him again before you started for the door. "your backpack!"

"i'll leave it here. gives me an excuse to come back here later" you wink and pope smiles, waving at you as you left his house, smirking to yourself as you knew the perfect way to get revenge on him.

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pope picked you up at 7, bringing you to the bonfire, meeting the others there. you both found a drink and cheers, shotgunning the beer. you kissed pope and smiled, his hand traveling up your thigh and widening his eyes as he didn't feel underwear under your dress.

"yn.. you're n..not wearing, uh, anything underneath that, a-are you?" pope stutters over his words, and you smile against his mouth as you grab his shirt.

"feels nicer going commando" you wink, dancing against pope. pope smiled, stunned, hand on your stomach as you two danced together around the fire to the booming music.

your body got tired, pope sitting down on a log by john b's van. you smirk to yourself and sit on pope's lap, and you could feel everything through his thin bathing suit bottoms. pope inhaled sharply, trying not to make it obvious he was immediately hard. you knew it, and you fake yawned, moving your hips a bit.

pope tried his best to continue his conversation with jj about school, but he was too hard and distracted by you going commando that he couldn't focus anymore.

"i am beat, aren't you, pope?" you move your hips as you look back at him, and he bit the inside of his cheek as he nodded quickly. "i forgot my backpack at your house this afternoon, i have to go back to your house and grab it"

"i think you forgot a lot of stuff at my house, actually, yn. you might be there for a while" pope mumbled and you stood up, but pope pulled you back down. "give me a few minutes, please"

"i'm tired now, pope" you pout, kissing him softly. "i'll meet you in the truck" you smile and stand up, and pope immediately crossed his legs. staring at the other people eased him, and he quickly said goodbye to his friends as he speed walked towards his truck.

you bit your lip and squealed, pope pushing you against his truck and kissing you roughly, fingers gripping your thigh. "get in the truck.. now. you may be tired now, but you'll be exhausted once i'm done with you" he growled softly and you pulled his hips in. "get in"

"yes sir" you wink and open the door, pope smacking your ass as you got in. pope started the engine and drove off, hand on your thigh. you inhale sharply and take his hand, dragging it up your dress slowly and whimpering as his finger rubbed against your clit. "pope.."

"so needy" pope smirked, stopping at a red light and staying there as he turned his body to you, pulling your body closer to him. it was 2 in the morning, no one was going to be out here anytime soon.

pope put one of your feet up on the dashboard, pushing your dress up and rubbing his fingers up and down your folds. "pope.. please"

"you think it's so funny teasing me in front of my friends, hm? with no underwear on. so filthy" pope's fingers slid into you slowly and you gasp, pope not going slow as he fucked you with his fingers.

the stop light turned green, yellow and red over and over, but you never moved. the car shook slowly as pope fingered you, the windows fogging up and you moaning loudly. "pope.. fuck.. please!" your back arched and your leg tightened around his neck as you came, pushing his shoulder as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of you through your orgasm.

"and that's only the beginning of what's going to happen at my house, sweetheart" pope winked and went through the red light, and you kissed your boyfriend on the cheek as he drove to his house.

[chanderylix]

"You Wanna Come In?"

M A S T E R L I S T

Author's note:

This is my thought when I woke up this morning. It's kinda suggestive(?) or nearly a smut. I thought that I should share it so you guys (who read this) can also imagine this🤤

Reminder: Sorry for my English lol my grammar sucks cause English is not my first language. Hope you can understand<3. Also this is my very very first smut/suggestive thing that I write so yeah it's basically sucks lol and yes, the title is based on Back Door by SKZ (I'mma stayzen yay)

Pairing : switch!hendery x switch!(f)reader x sub!xiaojun

Genre : smut (Lord pls have mercy on me)

Warning : bad english, threesome, mxm a little bit (only kissing), oral (giving/receiving), nipple play, dirty talk, Xiaojun's first time, slightly mommy kink, cum eating, kinda rough, basically pure filth, I think that's it (?)

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What if your boyfriend's best friend interrupted your hot session with your boyfriend at the hotel room? Why don't you just let him in and enjoy it together?

You, you're boyfriend:Hendery, and your boyfriend's best friend that become yours too: Xiaojun were in a 5 star hotel room in Seoul. Actually you guys planned for a staycation for 2 days. You want to spend your weekend with your boyfriend, Hendery. However, Xiaojun also want to kinda ruin your date with Hendery so you decided to ask him but sleep in the separate room. Your plan for tomorrow is just swimming in the hotel and have a fine dining.

Hendery chose the right room: executive suite room with 1 king size bed, an opened bathroom where you could see someone's taking a bath with a bathup in the center, mini bar, kitchen, living room, basically like an apartment with a nice view to the city. The most expensive room in that 5 star hotel.

Your hotel room is the only room at 25th floor so no need to be worry. Meanwhile Xiaojun sleep at the 24th floor. You and Hendery had waited for this moment. With no interruption, no one could see, you could do as much as you want, screaming and moaning as loud as you can while having sex without afraid that anyone could hear it. It's just the two of you. You can imagine, having sex with your boyfriend on the couch, on the kitchen pantry, or on the king size bed freely with no one can see. You already put your things in the bedroom with a smily face. Hendery too. Suddenly, he pinned you against the wall.

"I'm waiting for this moment, baby" he said near to your neck and his hot breath tickles. Kissing down to your neck, sucking and leaving spot that you're sure will stay there for the next week. He keeps kissing, sucking, licking your neck and up to your earlobe. "Should I fuck you on the couch hm, baby? No one can see us. I'm getting bored fucking you on the bed" he said. You just nod and he started to kiss your lips. Basically a french kiss. Tongue fighting against each other finding for dominance. Hendery is really good at it so you let his tongue dominate yours.

You know this will happen so you already wearing your lingerie that he gave you at your birthday. A pink lacy lingerie which shows a bit of your nipple. You know his favorite color is pink. He removed your shirt and start kneading on your covered breast, playing with your perked nipples with his thumb and index finger. His lips still kissed you and he carried you onto the couch with lips still connected to each other. He removed his shirt showing the abs that he had been working recently. You smiled. It's been a long time since you guys had sex. cause he's really busy as an idol, while you're busy on you work too.

He noticed your smile and smirked. "Only for you, baby". You nodded. "Only for me" you said, tracing your hands up and down his abs. He removed your lacy bra, revealing your soft breast. He started licking your left nipple like a cat while his right hand playing with the other. He sucked your nipple with no mercy, he pretends that your nipple is your mouth, making out with it. He did the same with the other one. "F-feels so fucking good. I love your mouth, baby. Playing with my nipples. You like it, huh?" you moaned while your hand grabbed his hair in a fistful making him groan and giving the vibration.

His mouth going down to kiss your inner thighs near your entrance. Slapping your thigh, he asked while playing with the waistband of your underware "Can I take this off? Want to play with your beautiful pussy". You nodded and he removed your lacy panties. "So fucking wet. I make you this wet, huh?" he slapped your pussy making you jolted. "This wet pussy is mine" he said proudly. Hendery wanted to kiss your clit but suddenly the bell rang, making both of you groan.

"Room service?" you asked and Hendery shook his head. "Nope, I bet it's Xiaojun. As always, he ruin the moment. Wait" he went to open the door. Xiaojun stood in front of the door and rubbed his stomach. "Dude I'm hungry. Wanna go dinner? And where's your shirt?" Xiaojun asked but he nodded a few seconds later. "Ahhh, sorry to ruin your moment again. I'll go by myself" Xiaojun said while he wanted to leave but Hendery held his hand to stopped him. "You're not disturbing us. You wanna come in?" Hendery asked. Xiaojun raised his eyebrow. "Wait, are you like.. Having sex with Y/n right now? Dude I don't want to disturb you freakin nuts" Xiaojun said and wanted to leave again but Hendery stopped him again. "Hmm, that's okay if you want to.. Maybe.. Join us? Do something crazy together? You know, threesome Haha" Hendery asked and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Xiaojun shook a bit and start thinking. He smiled and said "If it's okay for you two. I'm getting tired pleasuring myself and wanna try somthing new". Hendery let Xiaojun in.

Xiaojun stopped in front of your naked body on the couch while you panicked and tried to cover your body. "WHAT THE HELL??! XIAOJUN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE??!" you shouting but didn't find a thing to cover your body so you just let Xiaojun saw your naked body with mouth wide opened. "I asked him to come in" Hendery said with a smirk on his face. He came to you and rub your cheeks. "Why don't we try something new, Y/n? I know that you've been fantasizing this before. Getting 2 cocks to fuck your pussy?" he said while looking at Xiaojun who was kinda terrified right now. Hendery was really different here. He's a cheerful guy outside, but when it comes to sex, he's freaking wild. It's like seeing a different person which made Xiaojun shock. You looked at Hendery with the 'how did you know' sight. "How about you? Do you want to?" you asked Xiaojun and he nodded vigorously. "I-I mean.. There's nothing wrong since your boyfriend agree with it. I also want to.. You know.. Pleasuring myself with real pussy? " Xiaojun said. You nodded your head slowly. "Well.. If both of you agree, okay then" you answered while Hendery and Xiaojun looked at each other with a smirk on their face. "But, with one condition" then they looked at you, curious about your next words. "I want to be the dom. You have to listen to me and do whatever I tell you. If you don't, you'll get a punishment. Do you understand?" you asked them. At first, they actually kinda didn't agree but since Xiaojun didn't have experience and Hendery wanted to try something new so both of them agreed.

You started to kiss your boyfriend. He kissed you back while grabbing and squeezing your ass, slapping it playfully. Xiaojun started to undress himself, only his boxer left. You rubbed your boyfriend's clothed boner, he's already that hard. Hendery groaned, biting your lips to giving his tongue the access to your mouth. You gave the 'come here' gesture to Xiaojun with you still kissed your boyfriend. He hesitated at first. You released the kiss. "Come here, don't be shy" you said. Xiaojun approached you two. You kissed Xiaojun until it turns into a heated makeout session. Your grabbed his hair to deepen the kiss. Hendery stood behind you, kissing and sucking the back of your neck, down to your shoulder while kneading your breast from behind. You released the kiss, finding air to breath. "You're such a good kisser" you praised Xiaojun and he's getting shy. "Better than me?" Hendery asked suddenly, stopping his act. You smirked, getting new idea. "Why don't you try it by yourself?" you asked him innocently. "I want to see you two kiss each other" you told them. At first, they looked disgust and hesitated to do it. "You're not obeying my words? Do you want punishment, hm babyboys?" you raised your eyebrow to look intimidating. Hendery shook his head. "No, mommy. I'll kiss him" he said. You actually kinda shocked cause it's the first time he called you that name. Hendery started to kiss Xiaojun. It was really awkward at first and turned into a messy kiss. But finally they found the rythm and going into a hot make out session. You sat on the couch, seeing your boyfriend make out with his best friend satisfied you a lot with a smirk on your face. Hendery's hand started to rub Xiaojun's clothed cock, with a moan came from his mouth. "A-ah.." he moaned into the kiss. Things getting really heated then you decided to touch yourself and playing with your clit a little bit to stimulate it.

After they released the kiss, you told them to undress themselves. Both of them were fully naked now. "Lay on the bed" you said and both of them were laying on the king size bed. "Hendery, can you eat me out? Xiaojun, I'm gonna suck your dick. Am I making myself clear?" you asked. "B-but I want you to suck my dick" Hendery protested. You smiled. "I can't even count how much I suck your dick. It's Xiaojun's first time though" you answered. Xiaojun got shy. "Ah.. Thanks Y/n" he said.

Hendery laid while you sit on his face. Xiaojun stood up beside the bed. Hendery started to playing with your clit with his tongue. "I-it's so fucking good, oh God" you moaned while looking at Xiaojun. You pumped his cock with your hand, precum leaking from the tip. Xiaojun groaned. "Do you like it -ah baby?" you asked and he nodded vigorously. "I like it. It feels so good" he moaned. You pumped it really slowly to stress him out. "I need your mouth, mommy. Fuck! I fucking need your mouth" Xiaojun said while throwing his head back. Oh, this guy also had mommy kink. You slapped his ass. He screamed. "That's not what I want, baby. Use your word" you said, still rubbing his cock slowly. "Mommy, I-I need your mouth, please? I want to feel your warm mouth. Pretty please?". You smiled and started to suck his cock, bobbing your head until his cock touch the back of your throat. You suck him at the same pace as Hendery's mouth at your clit. You moaned, causing the vibration to Xiaojun. "So f-fucking good. Holy shit!" Xiaojun moaned so hard. Hendery groaned. You moved your head faster. You felt him twitching in your mouth which means he's close. "I'm close. Shit! So fucking good. Please, don't stop" Xiaojun grabbing your hair, started to facefucking you but you decided to stop. "Do not touching!" you said and he groaned. "I won't let you cum if you do it again" you continued. "Y-yes. I'm sorry" he said. You slapped his cock a little making him hissed at the feeling. While Hendery's tongue playing your bundle of nerves faster then before. You curled your toes as he found the spot. "A-ah Yes! Right there! Don't stop" you grabbed Hendery's hair making him groan. He's tonguefucking you right now. You had cum few minutes ago if Xiaojun didn't come. But it's okay cause you had two beautiful men pleasuring you right now. Hendery kept abusing your sensitive spot. "I'm close! Wanna cum on your pretty face. Can I, prince?" you asked. He answered with a long whiny moan and finally you have your orgasm. Hendery's face was wet because of your juices. He laughed.

"You wanna try real pussy, huh? Why don't you fuck me? I wanna feel your cock wrap in my tight cunt. Can Xiaojun fuck me, prince?" you asked Xiaojun and Hendery's agreement. "Xiaojun, you really ruin the moment. I can't even feel my girlfriend's tight cunt first" Hendery said and you know he's jealous. You smiled. "Relax, prince. You're gonna receive a reward from me later" you rubbed his soft cheek. Hendery nodded. You were in position with knees and hands on the king size bed. Xiaojun positioning himself and entered you slowly. Both of you moaned while Hendery sat on the couch inside your bedroom, jerking himself off slowly cause he didn't want to cum yet. "You're so fucking big" you moaned and Xiaojun start off slowly, wanna make sure his cock fully inside you. "So tight. Is you're girlfriend suppose to be this tight?" Xiaojun asked Hendery with a smirk while the other just shook his head. "She's always tight for me. That pussy is mine by the way" he answered, still rubbing his own cock. Xiaojun started to go faster, jerking himself inside your cunt. "Shit! This is why you like to fuck her, yeah? So good!" Xiaojun teased Hendery again. Hendery got jealous and approaching you two. He stood in front of you, putting his dick inside your mouth and start facefucking you. You moaned and start to bobbing your head. You already forgot that he's breaking the rules but you want to pleasuring yourself. Being fucked by a dick in your cunt and mouth stuffed with a dick is the first time for you. Saliva and Hendery's precum mixture started to running down your chin, neck, and breast. While your juice and Xiaojun's precum leaking down from your cunt. "I-I wanna.. I wanna cum!! Can I cum inside you, mommy? Want to fill you so fucking bad" Xiaojun said while still pounding into you. Hendery sent a death glare to him. "What the fuck? She's my-" you cut him "Yes, baby. Cum inside me. Wanna feel your warm cum inside my pussy. I'm on pills" you said. Hendery rolled his eyes. Few thrusts later, Xiaojun finally released his cum. "I'm cumming! Mommy, I'm cumming. A-ahhh" he let out his dick. His cum leaking from your pussy, and he decided to eat you out. "Oh my God!! Xiaojun! S-so good! Fuckkk!" you moaned, your hands jerking Hendery off. "I'm close! C'mon baby. Eat that pussy. Yes like that! Yes!!" you screamed. Xiaojun kept his tongue exploring your cunt, sucking his own cum. Hendery shocked that a virgin boy could actually pleasured his girlfriend. "I'm cuming!!!" your whole body shaking and falling on the bed, basically Xiaojun made your body weak. You released your hand from Hendery's dick, edging him. He groaned.

"It's not fair! I haven't cum yet" he protested. You laughed. "Xiaojun, sit on the couch. You're good for a virgin. But you have to learn more on how to fuck from me" he continued, flip your body so you back lay on the bed. He inserted his cock into your pussy fully in without any warning making you jolt. "Fuck! I'm still sensitive!" you groaned and he smirked. "I don't fucking care" he let out his dick and fully fuck you again. He repeated many times before he started to pounding you with fast pace. You put your right leg on his shoulder, so he could go deeper. "Hnghh, deeper! I love you, I love your cock!" you moaned and he pounded you faster. "You love my cock that much, huh? Better than Xiaojun?" he asked, kneading your breast. You nodded. He then rubbed your clit to give more stimulation. You grabbed his hair roughly as he started kissing your neck. Xiaojun wanted to try something more. So he approching you two and sit on the bed. He started to suck your nipple while Hendery kept pounding inside and out of you. Xiaojun gave you more pleasure and you moaned. "Mmmm so good! Being my pussy fucked and nipple sucked" you grabbed Hendery's hair who now hiding in the crook of your neck sending hot air while your left hand grabbed Xiaojun's hair. Hendery's right hand jerking Xiaojun's dick making him moan. Xiaojun left your nipple from his mouth, instead he's using his fingers to play with your left nipple, Hendery's fingers playing with your right one, while his other hand still pumping Xiaojun. For the reward, Xiaojun kissed Hendery and their tongue fighting against each other. Xiaojun's left hand grabbed Hendery's hair to deepen the kiss. You were really satisfied for the view in front lf you. Xiaojun moaned into the kiss because the pressure that he got from his dick. Xiaojun's hand moved from your nipple to your clit. He rubbed it so fast, as fast as Hendery's pace in fucking you. "Shit! I'm close! Don't stop please, hngg yes! I love the way your cock fucking my pussy. I love you I love you! Xiaojun you're hand's so good playing with my clit. You like it, huh?" you moaned in pleasure. Both of them nodded. Hendery's hand moved faster in rubbing Xiaojun's dick making him moan too." I'm close too, baby. Let's cum together" Hendery asked. Xiaojun couldn't say anything, only throwing back his head. After few more thrust, three of you cum together. Loud moans from you three started to filled the bedroom. "Shit, I'm cumming, baby!" Hendery shouted. Xiaojun let a loud whine "A-ahhhh oh my God, hmmm" Xiaojun whined. Hendery cum inside of you, while Xiaojun's cum on your face, putting it inside your mouth. You swallowed his seed and open your mouth again and let out your tongue to show that you already swallow his cum.

Three of you laid on the bed, fully tired. "Fuck, that was hot" you said. Three of you laughed, actually didn't believe what just happen. "We should try it again sometimes. You have three holes right? We only use two" Xiaojun said. "No! I want to have sex with her, just the two of us. No more threesome. This is the last" Hendery protested. "You're the one who asked for a threesome, dumbass" Xiaojun answered, making you laugh. "Hahaha, maybe we should try next time? I haven't tried anal before" you said making your boyfriend's eyes glared to yours. "Anyways, you're still hungry right? Why don't you go to mcdonalds?" Hendery asked Xiaojun. "Because I still want to continue our time. I only cum once" He continued. Xiaojun laughed. "Okay, okay. Let me wear my clothes first. What do you guys want?" he asked. "2 big macs. And also, can you leave us longer? I mean, I want to fuck her until she passed out" Hendery answered while looking at you. You rolled your eyes. "Ugh, fine. I'll go. Thanks Y/n. Can wait to fuck your ass" Xiaojun said leaving both of you.

"So, why don't we continue our session just the two of us?" Hendery asked you, rubbing his own cock that get's hard again. "But now, you have to obeying my word. Do you understand, princess?" he reached your hair, grabbing it roughly. You gulped.

Here we go, guess you couldn't walk and doing your plans tomorrow.

[aio-rya]

Sebek Outdoor Wear — SR Personal Story

Part 2

~Day two of "Vargas Camp"~

Sebek: Where on earth is it…? said "luminous flower"!

Silver: In order to receive a "Vargas Badge", we must find an ingredient for a potion, the Luminous flower but…

We had a hard time looking for it. It's been a while since we started the quest.

Riddle: As expected from the extremely rare Luminous flower, trying to find it is harder than I thought.

The other clubs seems to be having a hard time as well.

Sebek: ….... Hm? Is that…

Hey! Now! I found the Luminous flower!

At our left, on the top of the cliff.

Silver: ….... You're right. Only one flower grew, about 10 meters above us.

Good job finding it, Sebek.

Sebek: I am Young Master's guard. Of course I could do such a thing!

Riddle: I think that your discovery and the fact of being a guard have nothing to do with each other…

Leona: If it's not Riddle. Which means the guys from the Equestrian Club are here.

Sebek: (...… Leona Kingscholar!)

Riddle: Senior Leona. Where are you taking the Magift Club to?

Leona: They were making a ruckus about being unable to find a Luminous flower .

They interrupted my nap, so I decided to find it quickly and make them shut up.

Magift Club Member A: Ah! Senior Leona, there is the Luminous flower! Look at the top of the cliff!

Riddle: Guys, wait! Well, you see, we found this flower first…

Magift Club Member B: Ah? So what if you found it first. When it comes to this, first come, first served. Right?

Magift Club Member A: Let's climb the cliff and take it before the Equestrian Club!

Leona: Drop it.

Magift Club Member B: Eh? But why?

Leona: The Luminous flower is a plant that converts all kinda nutrients into magic and stores it…

In other words, we can just look for a place with nutrients instead of climbing said cliff. We can save our energy by looking in the leaf mold filled forest, or by a well-lighted lakeshore.

Only fools get lured by the bait in front of them. Let's move on

Magift Club Member A & B: Yes! If you say so, Leader!

Equestrian Club Member A: …... It's true, it is dangerous. I guess we should also look for a different spot like the Magift Club.

Sebek: No, I'm getting this flower!

I'll climb the cliff Leona Kingscholar gave up on and prove to be superior!

Riddle: Uh? What are you… wait, he has already started climbing!?

Sebek, get down here this instant!

Silver: It's fine, Riddle. Look closely at Sebek.

Riddle: …...

Hm? That's...?

ー・§・ー

Magift Club Member A: We didn’t find a "luminous flower" in the forest…

Leona: Tsk. I just wanna go back to my nap… hey, you guys. Let's go to the lake next.

???: Woah…!!!

Leona: Hm? What were those cheers?

Magift Club Member B: It's coming from where we met the Equestrian Club earlier. However, it's on the way to the lake, should we take a look?

ー・§・ー

Sebek: …...

Uh…...

Uh…. it was steeper than I thought, it was a hard climb, but there's one meter left to the flower.

Equestrian Club Member A: It's dangerous, Sebek! Just come down!

Sebek: Don't compare me with you frail humans!

As Malleus-sama's guard, I must be able to overcome this sort of hard duty… Oh!

Alright, I reached the Luminous flower!

Equestrian Club Member A: Woh! To think he would really climb the cliff and get the flower!

Equestrian Club Member B: Being able to climb at such height, it's unbelievable! You're amazing, Sebek!

Leona: This guy…

ー・§・ー

Sebek: Silver! Senior Riddle! I got the Luminous flower!

We can make the potion for the mission with this now, right?

Riddle: Indeed. Thank you, Sebek.

Though, to think you would really go and take it from the top of the cliff. I'm surprised.

Sebek: As Lord Malleus' guard, it's only obvious I could seek something of that level!

Riddle: This again? Well, despite so…

I'm not knowledgeable about climbing, but it looked to me like you were used to it. Could it be you have climbed before?

Sebek: For sure. A long time ago, Lord Lilia taught me as part of my training. 3 months of climbing up and down cliff 10 times a day…

I was able to achieve results today thanks to Lord Lilia's harsh training!

Riddle: S-Seems like you have gone through some absurd training… but I see now.

Silver knew about it so he interfered when I tried to stop Sebek.

Silver: Yeah.

Magift Club Member A: You… you got that flower from such a high place with just your body…!

Sebek: Hm? You are from Magift Club. Which means…

HEY! Leona Kingscholar!

Leona: Ah?

Sebek: I am Lord Malleus' guard, Sebek Zigvolt!

I am the man who picked the flower you gave up on. Remember that!

Leona: Ha. To think you would deliberately choose the tiring way. You, fanciful idiots, amaze me.

Hey, Magift Club. Let's move.

Sebek: Ah, wait, you bastard! I'm not done talking…

Leona: See you, Sebek.

Sebek: D-did he… did he call me by my name?

Riddle: Yeah, he did when he left… what about it?

Sebek: …... Fu~. That insolent fellow, he finally acknowledged my existence! I will not allow him to say "who are you?" again!

Same way… I'll make him realise he is no match to faes! HAHAHA!

ー・Φ・ー

I am just so in love with Sebek's eyes. I love him with my whole heart, I'm so in love with Diasomnia's guys...

Here is it, I hope you like it!

Part 1 here!

[amberrskiies]

What the Brothers Think of Amber :

Lucifer

I think she is practically responsible enough but some of her childish acts are enough to make me feel done with her at times. Although I'll give her points for dragging Mammon out of problems even if she gets herself dragged in it and sometimes she'll get into trouble for it too. I'll also give her points for trying to get Levi out of his room even though it's a fail most of the time.

I do admire her determination but sometimes I wonder about her enthusiasm...

Mammon

Oh! The Human? Well what I can say is that I actually enjoy her presence very much but don't tell her I said that! She's like a little sister to me and I don't like the fact that she gets dragged into my problems so I always find a way so that she doesn't get in trouble with Lucifer even though he tried threatened to kill her multiple times. But I like her enthusiasm since it actually brings a smile on people's faces now and then.

Her acceptance is enough to make me feel needed but don't tell her that either!

Leviathan

The Normie? I don't know she can be pretty persistent with me most of the time. She doesn't like it when I call her that either. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate her it's just that sometimes I wish I was more open and confident enough to talk to others like her or Asmo. I guess you could say I am kind of jealous of her the most but I don't want her to think I hate her or anything. I do like her anime merch clothes though!

B-But between you and me, I-I k-kind of find h-her t-traits a-attractive b-but s-she doesn't need to k-know that!

Satan

Well she is mature and I find her prank ideas are pretty good too. I wonder if she came up with those or learned it from someone. Either way talking to her about books, cats and other topics are enjoyable to say the least. Her presence alone can make a sad person or demon feel better about themselves considering her enthusiasm and whatnot. She's pretty much a valuable asset to the Anti-Lucifer League so I have my respects.

Though sometimes it makes me wonder if she ever got mad or upset over anything since he barely shows those emotions but I could be wrong which is funny since i am never wrong majority of my time.

Asmodeus

I love her so much! She always hangs around with me whenever I ask if she is free or not. I mean who wouldn't want to hang out with me? I find her sense of fashion suiting for her and it kind of reminds me of something Levi would like since they are both into anime and likes to play video games and all. She would mostly come to me for fashion advice if we have any sort of event hosted by Lord Diavolo and I am always happy to help her.

I was surprised when she said that she never dated anyone or got asked out cause she's pretty even tho not as pretty as me but she is and who wouldn't want to date her???

Beelzebub

She's very nice and would always cook me food. She always listens to me and everyone else. I am happy that she reunited me with Belphie but I still feel like it's my fault for what happened to her in the first place. I know I told her I wouldn't blame myself for something that isn't my fault or wasn't in my control but it's kind of hard. One thing I like is how she gives really good hugs with a smile.

Maybe I should try making her something she likes to eat ^^

Belphegor

... I found her odd at first. Don't get me wrong but now that I am seeing her more often, I noticed that she is usually on a cheerful tone and behavior but when I held her at death's door she looked scared and terrified for her life but now it's just weird but I have gotten used to it. I honestly think he shouldn't even be near me but she doesn't even care and just forgave me and now she's just planning pranks with me and Satan against Lucifer. I guess it's alright. Her presence is nice.

Though I feel like she pulls on a facade from time to time but her behavior is genuine enough so I don't have much to suspect for now...

[owo-shenanigans]

This is the person who requested the Sdr2 girls with a s/o after they fought with their parents. Since you can only do three can I get Sonia, Chiaki, and Ibuki please and thank you

This was hard to write lord knows why. Also uh. Sonias didnt turn out too well my b. I love women sm why did it have to be so much of a slog …..

Sonia, Chiaki and Ibuki with an S/O who fought with their parents

SONIA NEVERMIND

She knew you had a bad relationship with your parents, but she didn't know it was this bad.

You had called her crying at ten at night, and she was immediately worried.

"S/O, are you alright? Is it-"

"It's my parents," you gasped out a sob, and she was on red alert.

"I'll be picking you up, then. We haven't slept over in a while."

"No, Sonia, you don't-"

"I want to, my dear. I can't let you go through this alone."

She stayed on the phone, attempting to comfort you as she sent a car to collect you with her most polite yet firm butler.

Sonia was always polite to her waitstaff even as she asked them for things, and now was no different. She politely ordered her chef to prepare hot chocolate and snacks, and her maids to set up the TV in her room to your favorite movie.

The moment you arrived, face and eyes red from the sobbing in the car (though her butler had been extremely polite), she pulled you into her room and showed off her plan to cheer you up.

Her face was so earnest, you couldn’t help but break and cry into her shoulder.

CHIAKI NANAMI

The two of you had been on a date at a restaurant until you got a phone call. You excused yourself to take it once you saw it was your parents.

Chiaki just pulled her phone out to play a quick game- you preferred her to not play games while you ate so you could talk, and she was amenable to that- whatever made you happy.

When you came back in angry tears, she put her phone away quickly, ignoring the ding that signified that she lost the match.

“What’s wrong, babe?” She asked, and you gripped her hand in yours perhaps too tightly.

“They’re just- they’re just-” You choked on your words, too angry and teary to force them out. Chiaki nodded slowly as an idea came to her.

“Wait outside for me… I’ll ask the waiter to box up our food.” She gently ushered you outside with her phone in your hands to play something, staying in the building herself so you two wouldn’t be accused of dodging the check.

Once your food was boxed up and placed in her backpack, she grabbed your hand and pulled you along with her.

You two walked for ten minutes, during which you finally broke your internal dam and spoke about what had happened, tears and snot leaking as she provided tissues whenever you held your hand out.

Eventually you reached a gentle hill with a bench, the top of which overlooked the river in a rather pretty manner.

“I remembered this spot…” She yawned as she pulled you down on the bench with her, pulling the food out of her bag.

The fresh air and the company managed to help you calm down.

IBUKI MIODA

She was waiting behind the classroom door to surprise you.

When the first person walked in, she jumped at them, screaming, "SURPRISE!"

Hiyoko was not pleased to be brought to the ground by tackle, and after yelling at Ibuki for it, she said, "and your stupid shitty partner isn't even here! They were having a phone call outside you idiot!"

"Thanks, Hiyoyoyoko!" Ibuki picked her up off the floor and almost threw her into a chair, sprinting out of the classroom.

She didn't go to the ground floor- instead, she opened the window above you to drop down. Hearing you yelling at the phone made her reconsider, however. Only a few second later you ended the call and visibly brought your hand up to throw the phone, before calming down (if only a tad) and kicking over the trash can. And then kicking it again. And again.

Ibuki hesitated before dropping from the window onto your back. “SURPRISE, BABE! LET’S GO GET SOME CAKE!”

Your voice broke as you screamed, nearly collapsing from the sudden weight on your back. Your anger didn’t melt away, but it was reduced by the company of your girlfriend.

“Cake? Ibukibear, we have class.” Your voice was heavy at the thought of being stuck in a classroom when you just wanted to go to your dorm and scream your lungs out, but Ibuki (now off your back) shook her head wildly.

“Nope nope nope! You’re unhappy, and that makes me unhappy, and when I’m unhappy I like to eat cake! And cake always tastes best while on a date! So let’s go!”

You really didn’t need that much convincing- your parents had been… Well, that wasn’t important. Nodding, you grabbed her hand.

“Fine, but you’re paying, Ibuki!”

[anime-amvs-fanfiction]

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13893556/1/At-First-You-Hurt-Me

Levy and Gajeel Fanfic: At First You Hurt Me

Chapter 1:

MAGNOLIA UNIVERSITY

EST. 378

Founder: Mavis Vermillion

The bluenette pressed her hand against the cool stone of the university signage, tracing her finger's over each letter as she began to take in her surroundings. The road ahead of her was overwhelmed with the influx of newly arrived students for the first day of term. There were people hauling luggage towards the dorms, closely followed by anxious family, those laughing and reuniting with friends from the previous years, and those… well she didn't quite know what to make of it, but it seemed like two boys were engaged in fiery hand-to-hand combat on one of the main quads.

"Are you absolutely sure you don't want to change your mind Levy? I still think we could find you somewhere closer to home" The meek woman was wringing her hands, looking in the direction of the two boys that were fighting. They appeared to have attracted a bigger crowd, with a number of people cheering them on, and some had even joined in.

"No mum I'm sure"

Levy swung her backpack across her shoulders and reached down to grab the remaining bags in the passenger-side door of the car. It had taken her two years to get the grades for Magnolia, an additional year to convince her parents to move across the country, and a gruelling 2 weeks to make the road trip in time for orientation. Nothing was going to change her mind now.

"I'll be absolutely fine", she smiled, grabbing her mums' hands "This place has access to some of the oldest and most previous books in the country, just you wait, I'm going to be one of the greatest linguists and translators you've ever seen."

This seemed to relax the tension in her mother hands slightly, but Levy knew that she, along with the rest of the family, thought that her moving was a bad idea.

A sharp whistle filled the air and Levy looked over to see the skirmish in the court yard promptly break up. A woman with scarlet red hair appeared to have the two culprits by the ear, and was dragging them inside the main hall doors, much to their protest. The rest of the crowd quickly dispersed.

"Besides it looks like they are really making an effort to get combat the Fairy Tail and Fairy Hills reputation now"

Levy was of course referring to two of the main residences within Magnolia university. There were six in total, Fairy Tail, Fairy Hills, SaberTooth, PhantomLord, Blue Pegusas, and Lamia Scale. Until recently there had been a sixth residence Phantom Lord, but Levy heard a rumour that this was disbanded because of the resident head was involved in an embezzlement scheme. Fairy Tail and Fairy Hills, more than any other were always making the local news due to students running wild, burning down dorms by accident, and causing general mayhem across the university. The only reason students seemed to not get expelled from these residences, was A: because magnolia university founder Mavis Vermillion, founded the Fairy Tail and Hills residences; and B: so far no one had managed to get harmed in the crazy antics besides the members themselves. As long as the members paid off the damage and keep the crazy to a minimum, they seemed to be tolerated by the magnolia academic council.

Despite the reputation for housing women with 'fiery' and 'chaotic' personalities, Levy had elected to go to Fairy Hills. She liked the idea of an all-female dorm experience, and besides…

She the least likely person in the world to get caught up in trouble.

(GAJEEL POV)

*knock knock*

Gajeel stirred, squinting open his eyes to see his alarm clock blinking 2:00PM. His head was still pounding from the night spent with Laxus on the town, and he hadn't made it back to the Phantom Lord dorms until 4AM.

"Fuck off" he grunted, throwing the pillow on his bed in the direction of the door, "I don't have to be downstairs for another 3 hours yet".

*knock knock*

Two knocks, no forced entry into the room? He thought. Can't be Laxus or the rest of the boys, it must be Juvia

"Doors open" he barked, rolling himself over to face the door as the tall blue-haired woman made her way in.

He never really understood why him and Juvia got along. He wouldn't say they were friends, but he definitely enjoyed her company more than the other Phantom Lord girls, who either fawned over him, or avoided him like the plague. Today she was wearing a floor-length dark-blue dress, matching hat, and held an umbrella in her right hand, even though Gajeel could clearly see sunlight peaking in from under the curtains.

"Bit overdressed don't you think?"

"Juvia doesn't think so" she murmured back, taking a glance around Gajeels room and eyeing the number of empty beer cans, smoke trays, and dirty dishes, "At least I am dressed at all."

Gajeel scowled and grabbed the T-shirt hanging over the end of the bed. "Why you in here anyway, I thought you weren't coming back this year?"

"Plans have changed."

Gajeel raised his eyebrows. Since the incident with Jose last year, most of the old Phantom Lord members had left, not wanting to be associated with the rumour of suspected criminal activity. No one from the university had come by to kick them out of the building just yet, but if he had to count, only 6 or 7 people remained. Gajeel was fine with this. If anything it proved who the weakest links were in the building. When the going got tough, almost everyone bailed.

"Well don't just take all day, tell me what's happening?"

Juvia reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled envelope, "Jose reached out to Juvia and wants us to finish the job this year. He has some instructions on what we need to do." she paused "He also said that if you do it right, he'll take 4 years off your time, but Juvia doesn't know what this means"

Grabbing the envelope, Gajeel quickly scanned the letter inside. Something like this was just what he needed.

"I think this year is going to be interesting Juvia"

(LEVY'S POV)

Finally getting to Fairy Hills, Levy walked to the end of the corridor and eventually found the door marked 376. She raised her hand towards the handle, but hesitated, realising she could hear a muffled female voice inside.

Roommates? I'm only supposed to have a room to myself she thought anxiously. Levy pulled out the stack of papers admin had given her to check if this was the right dorm. She couldn't understand how a mix up could have happened. Maybe the headmaster has rescinded her scholarship without her knowing and given her place to another student?

Before Levy could do anything else, the door swung open, and a striking blonde woman walked through, clutching a bundle of keys in one hand while speaking into the cell phone in her other. She was definitely taking advantage of the warm magnolia weather, wearing a blue and white mini-skirt combination with a plunging V-neck top that accentuated her generous chest size. Levy wished at this moment that she had dressed in anything this morning other than her old high school sweater and leggings.

Looking up, the girl suddenly registered Levy's presence and finished her phone call "Erza I'll have to call you back"

"I'm so sorry I must have the wrong room" Levy started,

"No not at all you must be Levy!" the girl exclaimed, breaking into a wide grin, "I'm Lucy, one of the Student Residents of Fairy Hills. This is definitely, your room, I just had to do a final inspection and make sure all the lights and locks works."

Levy felt the anxiety leave her body hearing this. Of course it was her room, it was so silly to think she would be kicked out of the program without anyone telling her. She followed Lucy into the dorm room and plopped her bags onto the bed. It was going to be amazing to finally have her own room and not have to share with her brothers and sisters. As much as she loved them, Levy was ready to have her own space that she could decorate as her own.

She took in the sight of the dorm room and started to make plans for where all her books and various posters could be stored. The one thing that caught her eye however were the thin iron bars against her window.

"Oh yes I should explain" Lucy chimed in, seeing Levy give the window a concerned look "Erza and Mirajine, the Fairy Hills self-appointed 'Guild masters', decided at the beginning of this year that we needed to get some extra security installed."

"Is there a reason for that? I always thought the Magnolia campus was really safe"

Lucy blushed a bright pink and waved her hands. "No no nothing like that. We just had a bit of an issue with… certain men trying to sneak into dorm rooms and staying the night" Lucy avoided Levy's gaze. "Unfortunately one of them got caught by Ezra one night trying to fit through an outside window, and the rest is history."

Levy was no detective but Lucy was clearly omitting certain details from this story, probably because she was somehow involved, but Levy felt she wouldn't press the matter just yet.

"Anyway I'll leave you to unpack! Don't forget that orientation week activities start at 6 at Tenroe Bar." Lucy picked up the large bundle of keys in her lap and made her way out of the room. Before closing the door she quickly added in a serious tone

"My advice, If I were you I'd wear clothing you wouldn't mind getting wet tonight"

[rrickgrrimes8]

More Than Stiles completes Lydia ~ Dylan O’brien

Dylan POV

And there she was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. The most amazing person I've ever met. And my bride. My lovely and gorgeous bride. She stood there wrapped in her elegant white garment, blessed with beauty and incredibly high heels. Her (y/h/c) hair trailing down her perfectly shaped body plaited into two neat sections matching almost flawlessly to the rest of her attire. It would be perfect if I had her in my arms but instead I have to watch her longingly from across the white chapel completely filled to the brim with our closest family and friends.

Her father held her small hand in his walking slowly down the rose petal filled floor. Her heeled shoes clicked silently against the floor causing an echo across the almost silent room. The familiar wedding tune sang out and into my ears harmonically.

"God she looks beautiful" I whispered to my best man and best friend Tyler. "She really does" he spoke softly wearing a warming grin almost as big as mine. Her and her father approached closer towards us causing me to step down and finally have her in my arms.

"You look speechlessly beautiful" I admitted while hugging her tightly. "Thank you Dylan. You look rather chapper too" I giggled while kissing her cheek. "Now Dylan not so close wait till after the wedding" Her father, (y/f/n), joked. We both laughed as well and he shook my hand. "You are perfect for her. More than perfect really." I blushed  and pulled him into a hug. "T-thank you sir. You're daughter means everything to me" he nodded, hugged and kissed (y/n) and then sat down next to (y/n)'s mother who is wearing a excited and emotional smile.

We walked back up to the alter in front of the priest who was quite probably the most cheery priest I've ever seen. "We are gathered here today to express and officially join the long and eternal love of (y/n) (y/m/n) (y/l/n) and Dylan O'Brien. Id like to begin this ceremony by welcoming all of this young couples family and friends who have gathered here to share in the joy and happiness of this loving couple." He said starting the ceremony which honestly I wasn't listening to if I'm honest I was too distracted by the most magnificent women in the world. She was looking back at me too. Her (y/e/c) eyes bore comfortingly into mine shining perfectly in the morning sun.

"Now I think it's time to start our vows. Will somebody bring out the rings?" As soon as the priest asks Tyler popped over my shoulder and past the rings gently over. I looked over to see (y/n)'s maid of honour, (y/b/f/n), doing the same.

"Who would like to begin?" "M-me" (y/n) answered smiling softly. The priest nodded to her and she shakily took out a crumbled piece of paper. She cleared her through before looking back towards me.

"D-dylan O'Brien, you are my first love, m-my only love and I think the lord that I was lucky enough to know let alone be loved by you. You are so insanely brilliant it amazes me and it will never stop amazing me. Dylan you are the only man I'll ever imagine loving and that makes me so happy and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much baby" Her eyes started to branch off tears as she spoke causing me to put my hand against her rosy cheering wiping away any remnant of tears.

"Now repeat after to me 'I, (y/n) (y/l/n), take you Dylan O'Brien to be lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward" The priest asked. "I, (y/n) (y/l/n), take you Dylan O'Brien to be lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward" She repeated. "For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part" the priest continued. "For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part" She smiles up at me.

She picks up the ring and grabs my hand gently. While placing the ring on my finger she says "This ring I give to you as a token of my love and devotion to you. I pledge to you all that I am and all that I will ever be as your wife. With this ring, I gladly marry you and join my life to yours."

"God I love you (y/n)" I mumbled causing her to giggle. "Do you (y/n) (y/l/n) take Dylan O'Brien to be you lawfully wedded husband?" "I do" she proudly stated.

"Dylan would you like to say you're vows?" The priest questioned and I nodded. "More then anything. (Y/n) (y/l/n) id like to start this of by saying how much I love you because if I may say so it's a hell of a lot but I'd also like to say how much I've learnt from you since I met you. You for one taught me how to love after I lost my mom. You taught me how to be patient and to be honest. You taught me how to be a good boyfriend and I'm sure you'll teach me how to be a good husband as well”

The crowd laughed.

"You taught me everything a I know and that makes me immensely proud. Since the day I met you you've lightened up my life. I remember it so clearly you waltzing around that diner like there was no tomorrow. As soon as you came up to my table I couldn't speak let alone order and it seemed as if it was the same for you. After a long ass time - sorry father" I said to the priest and (y/n) laughed.

"After a long ass time I finally ordered and you brought me the hands down worst coffee known to man like seriously how did you even make something that horrific" I joked causing the church to erupt into a laughing frenzy and (y/n) to roll her eyes playfully.

"But despite the bad coffee you were still perfect I mean even if you were horribly burned or I don't know horrible at sex - again sorry father - id still love you because there is no world that I could possibly see that will end in me not loving you. The way I feel about you overpowers any rationality or intelligence. You complete me more then Stiles completes Lydia o-or Scott completes Allison."

"You're my Juliet to my Romeo. You're my Bonnie to my Clyde. You're my Alabama to my Clarence. You're my everything (y/n) and I'm so insanely happy that I'm marrying you today." At this point (y/n) had started to uncontrollably cry probably running her makeup but hey who am I to care about that. If I had my way she wouldn't ever wear makeup - she doesn't need it. She's truly the definition of beauty.

"I love you" I sang passionately. "I love you too" she whimpered throwing herself into my arms. The priest nodded to me again signalling me to continue. Right now forgive me if I start to cry but we need to get this show on the road" I laughed and continued.

"I, Dylan O'Brien , take you, (y/n) (y/l/n) to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward" I started to cry while (y/n) had already started to cry and didn't look like she'd be stopping any time soon. "for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part." I finished.

I grasped (y/n)'s petite hand and found her wedding ring finger and slowly started to slip it on. "This ring I give to you as a token of my love and devotion to you. I pledge to you all that I am and all that I will ever be as your husband. With this ring, I more than gladly marry you and join my life to yours forever." I cried completely sliding the ring onto her finger.

"Do you Dylan O'Brien take (y/n) (y/l/n) to be your lawfully wedded wife?" "You bet your ass I do" I sobbed. "You may now kiss the bride"

Without hesitation I picked her up and pulled her into perhaps the most passionate and loving kiss known to man. "I. Love. You. So. Fucking. Much. Dylan." She said in between kisses. She pulled away taking a breath while holding the sides of my face with her perfect hands. "I love you too Mrs O'Brien" "Oh I love the sound of that" she teased. "Not as much as I do, Mrs O'Brien".

The ceremony wrapped up and everyone made there way over to the reception which was being held in a tent on the field just outside the chapel. (Y/n) went over to her parents who hugged her tightly her mother and her practically sobbing into each others arms out of happiness causing me to chuckle.

"God how the hell did you manage to get her?" Tyler joked while nudging me in my ribs. "I have no idea bro but I'm not going to question it in case I lose her. I love her so fucking much Ty." I said still eyeing her from afar. "I know you do man and she loves you too. It's sickening how much you love each other. Treat her well okay? She deserves the world." Tyler said while walking off towards the food table.

"Oh I will. I'll giver her the world, the moon the sun and the stars. I'll give her everything as long as we both live." I whispered to no one in particular. "Yo Mr O'Brien you going to stand there all night or are you gonna get your cute little butt over here where it belongs?" My wife asked from across the field snapping me out of my thoughts.

God I love her so much.

[depressed-avocado]

Byeonduck, my eyes didn't hurt.

So today was the first time I bought the chapter on Lezhin and honestly, if I knew how easy it would have been to register, I'd have done that ages ago.

As many speculated, this particular chapter focused on SeungWoes's past. It was especially heartbreaking to see his past, cheerful self compared with the present, monstrous him.

Oh look, that's my brother when he recovered from the cockroach-in-his-pants prank.

Because they know that you are suddenly acting so different, especially since BB NaKyum came in as if he is a sorcerer casting a spell on you. OFC, the spell of love.

Also kinky.

Because you love him. But that doesn't mean you can use demeaning ways to enter his heart.

Tbh, this was a little pitiful. What would've happened if Jihwa knew what exactly happened to SeungWoes and helped him out accordingly? What if he had started being actually kind to him and communicated his feeling properly? What if Jihwa would have helped SeungWoes to fight his demons? Could they have been a happy couple?

Someone write a fanfic, Jesus.

Also now I wanna see 13 year old Jihwa.

Hey, hey. What if the medicine they once fed NaKyum was the one SeungWoes's been taking all this while. 'Cause the painter has been with Lord Yoon all this time, so the doctors thought he also caught the disease?

That explains why Yoon couldn't get it up without porn(?) since he's resistant to the aprodiasc. And ofc, the side effects from continuous usage.

But why would he be fed that, especially when Daddy Yoon wanted to cure his 'illness of the spirit'.

But wait a minute. How did Daddy Yoon know that Teen SeungWoe was gay? It's not the 21st century, where he could've just came out of the pavilion.

Something's so fishy.

The side effects of the med.

BTW, that's how I look on a Sunday night when I have 2 assignments due Monday.

Cardi B: Dropped 2 mixtapes in 6 months. Which bitch working as hard as me?

Kim Ajusshi: 🙋‍♂️🙋‍♂️🙋‍♂️

Seriously, I've said it before, I'll say it now.

SERVENT KIM DESERVES A RAISE.

Okay, so now that Jihwa has been rejected, he'd most likely leave NaKyum alone right? Cause the very thing he was yearning for has slipped right before his eyes? So what will he do with Nameless now? Oh my.

Hyped up for next week. But that's the story every Friday.