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sanjoongie · 9 months ago

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𐂂Pairing: White Tiger! Hybrid Reader (f) x Spotted Deer! Hybrid San 𐂂Au: Hybrid au 𐂂Trope: best friends to lovers 𐂂Genre: smut, pwp 𐂂Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact! 𐂂Summary: one day you pick up your best friend after a long day of work and can't help but smell his arousal. then you pounce 𐂂Word Count: 1 811 𐂂Warnings: hand job, oral (m), praise kink (m), dom! Reader, sub! San, cum eating 𐂂Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland for being hardworking beta readers. @starlitmark because you gotta tag the hybrid queen when you write one 𐂂divider credit to @cafekitsune

San opened the passenger’s side door and climbed into your car. He smelled like cotton candy and whiskey, which was exactly like the strip club that he bartended for smelled like. “Hey,” San murmured tiredly.

“Hi Sannie!” You greet him in the driver’s seat. You always picked him up after his late Saturday night shift, insisting that he should never have to worry about anything after. “How was work?”

“Fine,” San rubbed a hand over his face, “I’m starving.”

“Oh!” You unbuckle your seatbelt and get on your knees to reach into the backseat. “I brought you a yummy salad, let me grab it.”

San watched with large eyes as your tail perked up at your excitement. Your tail raised the skirt you were wearing and bared the back of your thighs for his viewing pleasure. He watched at how the body glitter that you dusted over yourself all the damn time glimmered in the late-night light. What would it feel like to fuck his dick between those thighs? Would his dick get covered with glitter too? San shook his head to clear it. What the fuck was he doing? You were his best friend. This wasn’t right.

You sat down, breathless and happy. Your nostrils flared and then you dropped open your mouth, so the smells could hit the roof of your mouth. You closed your mouth and narrowed your eyes at San. “What's wrong?”

San’s eyes widened momentarily before he looked out the window. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Did you get a lap dance from one of those dirty bunnies?” You snarled, eyes scanning the front door for the mentioned strippers. You leaned across the car, placing a hand on his thigh. When San’s muscle contracted instinctively upon your touch, your nails dug into the sensitive flesh there, and he yelped softly.

San’s spotted deer ears rotated anxiously. “I didn't! I pinky swore I wouldn't, remember?”

Your head turned sharply and San sucked in his breath. He'd never been more aware that you were a predator animal and he was prey than in this moment, with your slitted eyes sharp and on him. “That's right. For your own good too. I know some panthers who have caught some itchy bugs from those dumb bunnies. I won't let that happen to you, Hart.” You bit down on your lower lip, staring at him fondly after saying your nickname for him. “But I would like you to answer my original question.”

“N-nothing is wrong!” San stuttered.

San squeaked when you grabbed his antlers firm with both hands, holding his head in place. They were velvety and hard under your skin. “I can smell how wet you are right now, San.”

San whimpered at your dirty words. “Even the back of your thighs are glittery,” he whispered in a slight pout.

“Oh.” You stare at him, blinking a few times. “Yeah. I was out earlier. Stalking night.”

“Oh.” San’s oh sounded desolate. “Did you get anyone good?”

“No.” You studied San’s face like it had all the answers. “Why does it matter that my legs have glitter?”

San’s face began to redden. He sputtered through his sentence. “You get it all over me and I can never get them off of me, you know how much I hate that!”

You half-smiled. “Why are you getting so worked up?”

“Because everyone always asks if it's from my girlfriend and I have to tell them no, I don't have a leggy doe waiting for me--” San gasped as your nails dug into his scalp, at the base of his antlers.

You smiled regretfully and removed your hands, gently rearranging San’s hair. “I'm sorry.”

San suddenly wished he hadn't snapped at you. Your presence was missed immediately. “No--I--don't mean--you just!!”

You sit properly and re-belt yourself into your seat. “I should get you home.”

The ride is so silent, it's painful. You turn on some music and San can't help but hum along to your music. He knew all your favorites, watched as you drummed your fingers against the steering wheel absentmindedly to the beat. He watched the street lights travel over the plane of your face as you took him home. He loved the quiet moments during the night like this, well usually, but tonight it wasn't comfortable.

You parked your car and sighed. “Special delivery,” You said half-heartedly and San’s heart contracted.

“Kitten…” Where could San even start?

“Nevermind I asked,” You said in a clipped tone, “I had no right.”

“I don't…” San couldn't falter, he had to keep going forward. “I don't want a leggy doe at home. By the way,” he said in a breathy voice.

You rubbed your lips together, eyes watching the neon light across the road run through its pattern. “No? Maybe a plump bunny, huh?”

“I want a lovable tiger who would stay up late just to drive me home and make sure I'm safe,” San corrected you.

You rolled your eyes. “Ridiculous.”

“What do you mean?!” San cried out immediately.

“Everyone knows predator and prey couples never work out,” You reply flatly.

“That's not true!” San protested. “Just because your kind used to dig your fangs into my kinds neck--”

Your sharp intake of breath in response went over San's head. “San!”

“--and used to eat our flesh!”

You licked your lips, eyes glancing down towards the smell you had long ago identified as San’s precum.

“Doesn't mean tigers and deer couldn't be together! Romantically!” San finished his rant.

“San?”

“I'm right and if you're too brainwashed I can say it again!” San insisted.

“San!”

“What?!” San yelled back at you.

“Can I suck you off?”

San almost melted into the seat right then and there. “Wh-what?”

“I dunno what you were doing earlier but I can smell your arousal. I can tell you’re turned on. I want to pop your cock in my mouth and--” A low growl emitted from the back of your throat. “Fuck, the things you do to me Choi San.”

“Me?!” San’s eyebrows furrow in frustration? You’re the one that insists on wearing short skirts and don’t bother with the tail slot! You know how many times I’ve seen your underwear because of that damn tricky tail of yours?!”

A slow smile began to bloom on your face. “You like when my tail raises my skirt?”

San swallowed hard, his pulse speeding up. He knew that face. “Yes. No. What are you doing?”

You got on your hands and knees and turned towards San. Your knees were still on your seat and your hands were on the center console. Your ass raised up behind you and your tail lifted out of the way--essentially causing your skirt to fall up your back and expose your ass and underwear. “Let me suck your cute little dick, San,” You purred.

“I-it’s not cute!” San protested, the pout back again, “Don’t say that!”

Your nails dug into the center console, kneading and adding marks. “Let me find out then. Prove me wrong.”

San’s lips pressed together. His eyes flitted about. It was so early in the morning that the rest of the world was still asleep but that didn’t dismiss the fact that the two of you were parked on the side of the street and anyone could see you two. His tail fluttered nervously between the small of his back and the seat. Fuck.

“Fine. Yes. But my place is right there! Kitten!”

You ignored San’s protests as soon as he gave you the green light to suck him off. Your nails made quick work of his pants and soon you were pulling down his leather pants and underwear to reveal his cock. It was only a semi-chubby but it was cute. You cooed at it for a moment before pinching it between your fingers, playing with the head to get San harder. You licked your lips in anticipation of having him in your mouth. He was going to taste so good with his vegetarian diet. Prey lovers were so delicious.

San’s whimper caught in the back of his throat and his back arched into your touch. You were teasing him and tears beaded at the corner of his eyes immediately. “D-don’t,” he whimpered.

You stopped, his dick between your still fingers and you cocked your eyebrow. “Don’t?”

San’s pout deepened. “Don’t tease me.” When your features didn’t smooth out, he uttered a “please” to his previous statement.

You giggled and San’s dick twitched. “You’re cute, Sannie.”

“I’m not cute!” San objected.

“So fucking cute,” You murmured to yourself and dipped your head down even lower to take him in your mouth finally.

For a fucking deer hybrid, San sure was thick. You didn’t struggle getting him into your mouth, his length wasn’t something to scream about but the girth! He was thick and it somehow matched him perfectly. You bobbed up and down on him and San let out another delectable noise, desperate and needy.

Your mouth was so wet and hot around him, your tongue swirling around his head, already sensitive from when you played with him. He wasn’t going to last long, not with the way you were sucking him off. “Wait-wait! I’m gonna--not so rough!” San swallowed loudly again, barely containing a groan escaping his lips.

You didn’t listen to a word he said, determined to get him to squirt into your mouth. You wanted him sated and vulnerable. Everything in your predator body said that this was the way. You worked your lips up and down his mouth, rough tongue playing with the slit of his cock and soon San’s hands were on the top of your head, holding you down as he came in your mouth. You swallowed greedily, his sperm tasting wonderfully of the fruits he consumed regularly. It was worth it all.

You lifted off of him, wiping some cum that had attempted to escape the corners of your lips, and drank in the sight of San post-orgasm. He was panting, his pink lips barely parted to allow for the air to move between them. His eyes were hooded and he was whimpering.

You leaned over and kissed him, tangling your tongue with his so that he could taste himself. It gave you some perverse pleasure when he made a noise of protest but soon allowed himself to be lulled into the kiss. While he was distracted, you unbuttoned his vest a fraction and rubbed your hand along his upper body.

San was going to be pissed when he found the glitter later but you’d let your future self deal with the repercussions. He didn’t know you wore the glitter to effectively mark him, warning everyone else off of him until you could get him to a good place mentally to capture him. It was cute that he thought he was talking you into being with him.

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isleofair · 1 year ago

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Since you have excellent taste in fanfiction (both as an author and as a reader), can you recommend some Taibani fanfictions? ♡

Oh my goodness! 😳 Thank you so much, this is such an incredibly nice thing to say!!! 🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙 I have to admit, especially since I started writing myself, I have not been reading as much as I should, or would like to, and there are many amazing stories out there I haven't managed to get to yet. But I will do my best! 💪

First of all, I saw that you just reblogged this, but I just can't not include @nicoroni's home is where the heart is (and my heart beats in your chest). (Barnaby/Kotetsu, M, 8K) What initially seems like a relatively light-hearted sequence of increasingly-funny ways Barnaby tries to confess to Kotetsu will, before it's done, grab your heart and squeeze and never, ever let go. This will live rent-free in my head forever.

Then we have My Bunny Valentine by @exquisitefrogprince (Barnaby/Kotetsu, T, 10K) which utterly captivated me and made me shake with the tension and the emotion, and has both an incredibly beautiful, almost ethereal interlude featuring Nathan and a gorgeous, precious, spun-sugar ending.

your eyes become a paradise by @hearjessroar (Barnaby/Kotetsu, T, 2K) manages to fit in such a small space an amazing, very human study of Kotetsu, and Barnaby, and Barnaby through Kotetsu's eyes, and Kotetsu reflected in Barnaby's eyes; and a small, but fundamental brave leap into a new, soft beginning for them together.

Some Things Are Worth the Wait by @mad-madam-m (Barnaby/Kotetsu, T, 2K + 1K) is a small series filled with soft, quiet love, respect, and the importance to both take some first steps, and wait patiently at the end of the path for what is most precious to come to you.

Now, in case you meant, as I hope, Taibani-as-in-the-fandom, and not just as the pairing... *rubs hands in glee*

First, a small detour into GoldenRose land:

The Nearness of You by @mad-madam-m (Ryan/Karina, T, 2K) is funny and adorable and features Karina being absolutely done, Ryan being a hopeless giant muffin, and a kick-ass tiny old lady. What more could you want?

Good Golly Miss Molly by @captaindeadpoet (Ryan/Karina, T, 9K) has Karina falling into domesticity, co-parenting Molly, and love with Ryan, in approximately but possibly not quite that order. It also contains one of my favorite atypical declarations of love.

And finally, because I always like to leave my favorite treat for last... FireSky, my absolute most beloved! ❤️💜

My Valentine, my demise by @gusutianzixiao (Keith/Nathan, T, 2K) pulled at my heart so freaking hard and I could not get enough. Nathan hides away from Keith on Valentine's Day to avoid having her heart broken. But of course her heart, instead of getting hurt, shows up on her doorstep, as giving and trusting and forgiving and caring as he ever is.

Hindsight is 20/20 by @saltedpin and Apathy (Keith/Nathan, T, 12K) features, uh... a Sky High photo shoot gone wrong. Very wrong. Or very, very right, depending on your, erm, perspective. And how much you enjoy what probably has to be one of Nathan's top 3 sights in the entire world. In any case, this is hilarious, but also tender and bold and with both Keith and Nathan being the absolute most.

second crack by @seaofolives (Keith/Nathan, T, 24K) is an actual FireSky coffee shop AU and if that isn't enough to entice you, it is also a fantastic, gripping view into heartbreak and slowly, consciously, gradually healing from it, with the help of a soft, bright hope for something new and fresh and absolutely beautiful, with someone who finally, unexpectedly fully gets you.

(Dear Tiger & Bunny fandom: please, feel free to add on to this! Let's spread the love to more stories and more authors!)

#tiger & bunny #taibani #goldenrose #firesky #kotetsu t. kaburagi #barnaby brooks jr.#karina lyle #ryan goldsmith #keith goodman #nathan seymour #fic recs #ao3 #fic #fanfic #fanfic recs

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pttwice · 1 year ago

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Masterlist 🦖

Hi! The masterlist is finally here! I will try to update it as I write but if there's a fic you've read and it's not on the list, just let me know! I'll also be adding this to my introduction which is pinned to my page for easy access :)

Hyperlinks are added to only some of the titles based on which member I had written down first for the fic. (ex: for a little!tzuyu and cg!momo fic, there would be a hyperlink for the story under Tzuyu's name instead of Momo's)

Age Regression:

Nayeon

the puppy café (cg)

every week (cg)

finally home (cg, little!mina non-idol au series pt. 1)

one less dish (cg, little!mina non-idol au series pt. 2)

no more practice (little)

the worst time of the month (cg)

shopping spree (little)

camping! (cg)

build up 'sapents' (cg)

guard pups (cg, vampire)

pinecones (cg)

sleepover (cg)

mike wajowski (cg)

pop! minari's version (cg)

we're the unnies (little)

ouchie kisses (cg)

minguin (little)

bad door (cg)

good mo (cg)

nay's makeover (little)

touch, please (cg)

mama's love (cg, little!mina non-idol au series pt. 3)

bunny's bunny (little)

the bunny onesie (little)

snowman? (cg)

daycare (cg)

o christmas tree (cg)

accidents (cg)

brave mo (cg)

dubu cookie (cg)

celebrate (cg)

mermaid (cg)

Jeongyeon

banana puffs (cg)

the puppy café (cg)

every week (cg)

ice packs and kisses (cg)

not so late night (little)

gomu (little)

little artist (cg)

no dinner for sana (cg)

shopping spree (cg)

babies & puppies (little)

all treats & no tricks (cg)

no birthday bath (little)

camping! (little)

30 minutes (cg)

build up 'sapents' (cg)

sleepover (cg)

mike wajowski (cg)

penguin tattoo (cg)

ear infection (cg)

we're the unnies (little)

ouchie kisses (cg)

minguin (little)

bad door (little, nd)

tiny jeongie (little)

tiger's first tattoo (cg)

icky thoughts (cg)

daycare (cg)

tall tzu (cg)

stuffies (little)

o christmas tree (cg)

accidents (cg)

brave mo (cg)

christmas cards (cg)

mama? (cg)

wonderful day (little)

dubu cokoie (cg)

celebrate (cg)

mermaid (cg)

Momo

every week (little)

no more practice (cg)

focus on me (cg)

hide & seek (cg)

the worst time of the month (cg)

timeout (cg)

bugs (cg)

30 minutes (little, nd)

guard pups (little, werewolf)

pinecones (cg)

sleepover (cg)

mike wajowski (little, nd)

baby carrots (cg)

we're the unnies (little)

good mo (little, nd)

nay's makeover (cg)

snowman? (cg)

tall tzu (cg)

accidents (little)

chicken noodle soup (cg)

brave mo (little)

christmas cards (cg)

dog park (little)

keep me warm (cg)

celebrate (little)

Sana

every week (little)

ice packs and kisses (cg)

focus on me (little, nd)

not so late night (cg)

hide & seek (little, nd)

timeout (cg)

no dinner for sana (little)

babies & puppies (cg)

decorations galore (little)

guard pups (little, werewolf)

pinecones (little)

sleepover (cg)

baby carrots (cg)

not little hyo (cg)

we're the unnies (middle)

touch, please (little, nd)

energy (little, nd)

bunny's bunny (cg)

the bunny onesie (cg)

blues clues (cg)

caregiver (cg)

wonderful day (cg)

celebrate (little)

Jihyo

fansigns & hyo (cg)

movie night (cg)

ice packs and kisses (little)

focus on me (cg)

hide & seek (cg)

gomu (cg)

all treats & no tricks (little)

no birthday bath (cg)

build up 'sapents' (little)

guard pups (cg, vampire)

sleepover (little)

baby carrots (little)

fishing (little)

ear infection (cg)

not little hyo (little)

we're the unnies (middle)

dream a little dream of me (cg)

ouchie kisses (little)

energy (cg)

the bunny onesie (cg)

snowman? (little)

blues clues (little)

mama? (little)

keep me warm (cg)

celebrate (little)

Mina

fansigns & hyo (little)

movie night (middle)

every week (little)

finally home (little, little!mina non-idol au series pt. 1)

one less dish (little, little!mina non-idol au series pt. 2)

timeout (cg)

camping! (cg)

build up 'sapents' (little)

guard pups (little, vampire)

pinecones (little, nd)

sleepover (little)

baby carrots (little)

penguin tattoo (middle)

pop! minari's version (little)

ear infection (little)

we're the unnies (middle)

ouchie kisses (little)

minguin (little)

mama's love (little, little!mina non-idol au series pt. 3)

bunny's bunny (cg)

snowman? (little)

caregiver (little)

keep me warm (little)

celebrate (little)

Dahyun

the worst time of the month (little)

timeout (little)

best big sisters (big sis)

all too much (big sis)

bugs (little)

decorations galore (little)

build up 'sapents' (little)

fishing (little)

we're the unnies (cg)

minguin (little)

icky thoughts (little, nd)

o christmas tree (little)

christmas cards (little)

dog park (cg)

dubu cookie (little)

celebrate (little)

mermaid (big sis)

Chaeyoung

banana puffs (little)

movie night (little)

little artist (big sis)

timeout (little)

best big sisters (big sis)

all too much (big sis)

build up 'sapents' (little)

minjoong (big sis)

penguin tattoo (little)

fishing (little)

we're the unnies (cg)

dream a little dream of me (little)

minguin (little)

tiger's first tattoo (little)

o christmas tree (little)

christmas cards (little)

dog park (cg)

celebrate (little)

mermaid (big sis)

Tzuyu

movie night (little)

the puppy café (little, nd)

little artist (little)

timeout (little)

best big sisters (little, nd)

babies & puppies (little)

all too much (little, nd)

build up 'sapents' (little)

minjoong (little)

fishing (little)

we're the unnies (cg)

minguin (little)

daycare (little, nd)

tall tzu (little)

o christmas tree (little)

chicken noodle soup (little)

christmas cards (little)

dog park (little)

celebrate (little)

mermaid (little)

Headcanons:

n!d twice: 1, 2, 3

misamo taking care of little autistic!tzu

littlevampire!mina

littlewerewolf!momo

littlewerewolf!sana

how littlewerewolf!momo & sana came to stay

little!jeongyeon

little!mihyo regression asks

little!twice nicknames they like

little!tzuyu at the toy store

little!tzuyu regression asks

little!tzuyu

littlevampire!mina teaching the werewolf pups tricks

little!dahyun loves octonauts

little!dahyun encore

more littleautistic!jihyo hcs

Non-Age Regression:

None Yet

#joon's masterlist of fics! 🦖

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lil-ms-darkness · 1 year ago

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We're Coming to You Live [Barnaby Brooks Jr. x Reader]

A/N: Tiger and Bunny is my favorite anime, and Barnaby is my comfort character. I'm sure I'm not the only one who is down bad for this man, so I chose to write something for him. This will be a little different, first will be some relationship headcanons followed by a short fanfiction I've had in my head for a while. I intentionally left it GN, because sunrise is pro LGBTQ+ (and lowkey, Bunny seems mildly queer coded. We stan fruitcups in this blog!)

Since there's not many Barnaby x readers on Tumblr (or anywhere, rather) I may post more Tiger and Bunny fanfictions.

(Oh, and if you like T&B fanart, I'd recommend lullakanart here on Tumblr. Their fanart is chefs kiss

𝕷𝖎𝖑 𝕸𝖘 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 🥀

WARNING: This post does contain some 18+ things, minors DNI

Barnaby Dating Headcanons:

Barnaby is very protective of you after losing his parents at such a young age.

He needs his privacy and space, so he is respectful of yours, as well. But, being as protective as he is, sometimes he can have his moments where he worries about you more than a healthy amount.

He has PTSD due to what he experienced as a child, believing to have witnessed his partner die in his arms, witnessing his parents work be disrespected, and more. You will need to be patient with him, and he will be just as patient with you (medical conditions, mental health, disabilities, etc.)

He is not an easy man to love, he is guarded and hurt, but he does have a heart of gold if you're patient and trust him.

As seen, trust is VERY important to him. Dating him means you have earned his trust completely, so he has no concerns about you cheating on him or betraying him. (If something does happen, though, don't expect him to be super forgiving. I'd imagine him letting someone into his heart in a romantic sense would be much deeper of a connection, imagine Kotetsu betraying his trust x100.)

Barnaby is EXTREMELY family oriented. He enjoys helping the orphans of Stern Bild, and values his parents in such high regards, it's only expected that he'd want a family. Either by adoption, or by traditional means. Of course, if you don't want children or can't conceive for whatever reason, he's open to a conversation about it.

He's happy to treat you to fancy dinners if you'd like, if you prefer more simple meals he'd be happy to accompany you as well. Or, if you'd like to stay in, he's okay with that, too.

Being a hero, he doesn't have much free time, as crimes are happening often. But what little time he does spend with you, he tries to make memorable.

After a few years into your relationship, he takes you to visit his parents grave. He brought flowers for them, and introduced you to them. He took your hand, and after a short time, he'd said, "They would have loved you."

He's not super comfortable with PDA and physical touch, for safety reasons (if Ourobouros finds out about you, you could be used as leverage. The last thing he'd want is for a criminal to use you for ransom, or to get to him) but in the privacy of your apartment or his, he craves your touch. Your hugs, the grazes of your hand, and the rare occasion you rub his shoulders and back.

When it comes to intimate times, Barnaby is very giving. He enjoys his own pleasures, but he's a giver when it comes to desires of the flesh. Being intimate with you is one of his favorite things, feeling your skin against his, the sounds you make, the closeness.

He is big into aftercare, and loves to hold you against him after you both finish. He has s t a m i n a, by the way, so be prepared for long sessions. Quickies aren't his thing, he likes to take his time and drink you in.

I don't imagine he's into many serious kinks, but I can see him being into mild shibari and I can see him having a praise kink.

In these intimate moments, he is incredibly vulnerable and these are the moments you can see the true, unguarded Barnaby. The man that isn't as aloof as he pretends to be, the man who's grown as a person thanks to his partner and you. The man who was broken and lost for so many years and has finally chosen to lead his life his own way, and has chosen you to share his life with.

We're Coming to You Live

The cab slows down, but before it comes to a complete stop, you throw the door open and dive out into the street. Justice Tower- it’s so big compared to how it looks on screen, and even larger than how it looks from far away. The wind breezes past you in gusts as you make it to the police line, keeping everyone back. You can hear the reporters in the distance, the helicopter of Hero TV looming over the top of the building a safe distance away.

Your body trembles with adrenaline, the wind freezing the cold sweat that drips down the nape of your neck. You chew your lip in overwhelming stress and fear-

“Please be okay.” You whisper to yourself.

Earlier

“This Hero TV breaking news!” The TV yelled at you from the living room. You felt the familiar twinge of excitement and worry course through your body, hearing the familiar announcer's voice. You rushed to the couch, all but diving over it to sit and watch your boyfriend save many more lives. “At 7:15 this evening, a bomb threat was made to the recently completed Fortress Tower!”

Your heart sunk, immediately. Grabbing your phone from the table, bringing up your messages with the hero.

B: I’ll be by your place soon, one more stop and I’ll be free. Y/N: Where’s the last place? Maybe I can meet you at your apartment B: The Fortress Tower building. I’ll let you know when we’re wrapping up. See you tonight

Your gaze lifted to the TV again, watching as footage played of civilians being evacuated.

“Reports say Wild Tiger and Barnaby Brooks Jr. are still inside, preparing to deal with the threat! How courageous of our heroes, braving this threat without the protection of their hero suits!” The world seemed to hum and you could hear your pulse in your ears as you shot to your feet. Running to the front door, you grabbed your coat and house keys, throwing the door open. You close the door, forgoing locking the door and choosing instead to rush down to catch a taxi to the Fortress Building.

Present

You can feel your neck begin to ache, craning your neck to look up towards the top of the tower, as if hoping you can see Barnaby and Tiger escape before the bomb explodes. The chaos of the police trying to push people further back, in case the building collapses is a distant hum until you feel hands on your arms.

“Excuse me, please move back, we need to keep this area clear for your safety,” says the officer, firmly but somehow also politely.

“No, no, please, I need to stay here.” you insist

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you,” he gently tries to guide you back, his arm coming around to force you to move backwards. You try to resist, the sound of an explosion and eruption of light above cause everyone to fall still. You look up, glimpsing a fading explosion from above the building and falling, fiery debris. The officer scoops you up and sprints out of the way, but you’re too busy staring at the fading light in the sky, feeling the tears threaten to spill over. When the officer finally sets you on your feet, again, he apologizes for laying hands on you, but he sounds so far away.

Your eyes scan the top of the building, trying to find any damage, but you’re so low it’s impossible to see the top. The tears fall down your cheeks and your hand clutches your phone tightly.

“He’s okay…” you whisper, desperately. “He has to be okay.” but as time drags on, the weight in your heart spreads to your body and limbs. You sniff as the tears blur your vision, lowering yourself to your knees as your throat becomes tight. You always knew dating a hero would be difficult, that his life would be in danger, yet you knew that Barnaby was always cautious, careful, methodical. He thinks everything through, he’s efficient at his job, and that’s why he’s quickly become a fan favorite.

You choke on your breath and bring your jacket tighter around yourself. There’s been no confirmation of the heroes being injured, but somehow that’s worse. An image of Barnaby getting blasted back by the explosion crosses your mind and you double over, trying not to wretch. Your phone clatters against the ground. You feel a hand on your shoulder, hear the officer's voice as if through a fog. You can’t breathe, your chest feels tight and you can’t stop crying.

The officer's hand moves and you feel two hands rest on each shoulder. You can see the tips of red boots. You choke and wheeze, your body stuck curled up. A hand rubs your back, soothingly and you can hear muffled voices.

“Breathe, it’s okay.”

In, out, in, out. Inoutinoutinout-

“Slower. In through your nose, out through your mouth,” you follow the instructions, a voice you trust, a voice that comforts. You look up, very slowly and emerald eyes capture yours. Your trembling hands move up to grasp his on your shoulders. He takes them, gently squeezing, continuing to breathe through his nose and out through his mouth in a steady rhythm for you to match.

Slowly, the tears cease and your breathing becomes normal. The hand rubbing your back stops and you realize Barnaby is holding both of your hands, so who-? You look over and spot Wild Tiger examining you with concern in his amber eyes. He smiles lopsided,

“You alright?” you nod, “alright, I’ll give you some space. Gotta get this camera to Agnes and the film crew.” he stands and walks off.

You don’t feel ready to speak, looking over at Barnaby again. In the reflection of his glasses, you can see your face. Puffy red eyes and tear stains. You frown at the image and look around at the crowd of people watching you with concern, some with jealousy. You cringe and pull the hood of your jacket up over your head before you move back.

“[Y/N], are you alright?” he asks, quietly, his voice as level as ever.

“I-I saw the Hero TV broadcast. I...normally I’m okay, but hearing you didn’t have your suit, I…expected the worst, I’m sorry. I should have trusted you to handle it,” you wipe your eyes. “I just…I didn’t think, I thought…I was afraid, that…” the words wouldn’t come. You look down, but strong arms wrap around you and bring you in.

Your eyes widen at the very public display, before slowly wrapping your arms around him as well. You close your eyes and rest your head against his neck. He smells like dust, plaster, wet metal, and gunpowder. Your hands fist the back of his jacket.

“Easy,” he murmurs and you loosen your grip on the leather, settling on flat palms that try to bring him closer against you. His blonde curls tickle your cheeks and you sigh, feeling safe again in your hero's arms.

#barnaby brooks jr #tiger and bunny #x reader #dating headcanons #fanfiction #BBJ x reader

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misiahasahardname · 4 months ago

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How would you rate your holidays this year?

they were great actually!!!

i was able to spend a lot more time actually interacting with my family than when i was there in november, and i was a lot less awkward which was a win!

i saw inside out 2 in theaters with my aunt which not only am i proud of because it helped me get over my fear of cinemas, but also paralleled when i saw inside out 1 in theaters with that same aunt!!! (didn't see it with the same cousin tho but idm)

i went to ustroń which wasn't as great as i remember it being BUT i was able to cross the czech border which was awesome!!! plus my brother wouldn't stop barging into my room in the hotel to watch tv so i got to hear a lot of czech cartoons... the language is so strange to listen to as a pole, because most of the words are so similar and yet so confusing... love that there's a kids tv channel that's called [] :D !! that's very silly, thank you czechia!!

my Polish skills actually improved a lot to the point where i actually noticed it!! i've decided i'm going to get into more Polish media and watch the Polish dubs for more things to get even better! (maybe i should actually get to reading the witcher since i have a copy...)

i visited the galeria katowicka for the first time and got a bag i had always wanted to get at flying tiger (they had SO much cool stuff in there when i went, i really wanted to get this spaceship lamp but it's like a lava lamp and i didn't think i'd be allowed to bring that in an airport)

I GOT MY YOUNGER COUSIN INTO TMNT!!!!! i watched the rise movie with him and he really liked it, and, when we went to a shopping center with my mum's friend (who came to visit our part of poland just to attend mum's 50th birthday party) he actually decided to buy himself a mutant mayhem leo figure!!! (idk why leo was the only one for sale but hey he's cool so whatever). also he really likes my mutant mayhem mikey plush i brought along and whenever he would pick it up he'd say "mikey!! :D" in this cute voice (god i love this silly kid). (i also showed him a clip of the tmnt 2012 french dub i had on my phone and he kept referencing it lol)

my mum had her 50th birthday at this cool resteraunt which was fun!! my aunt and uncle (unfortunately not the cousins) from france came especially for this which was AWESOME because i love those guys, and, as i mentioned before, my mum's friend came over too which is super awesome!! i think most of my family think they're dating... tbf i thought this too but i have a strange perception of how romance looks so. shrugging emoticon

i got to read some letters my great grandfather wrote to my great grandmother when she was in the hospital after giving birth! he always referred to her with this cute nickname which is very sweet... there was one letter i found particularly funny because i think my grandma interrupted my great grandad when writing to tell great grandma that she got a LOT of sweets from the easter bunny and is saving her some chocolate (she even wrote it on the back, too!). there were these strange stains on the letters which are either blood or something grosser but whatever. i was also allowed to bring home a photo of my mum and my aunt when they were kids (it was a photo taken when my aunt was about to(?) have her communion which explains the dress)

i did a bunch of other cool stuff which made these holidays really great!!

unfortunately, the holidays weren't perfect... especially the travelling which is strange because usually it's a really fun part of the holidays. (the trip back home was the WORST. so bad that my mum told my brother he would never travel with us again...)

honestly my brother ruined a few things for me. he stole some really nice childhood photos my grandparents had on display because he didn't like them, he got like, really physically abusive, and generally he just ruined the vibe for everyone. but i won't let that ruin my family time!

overall the holiday gets an 8.5/10!! had a great time but my brother knocks it down a few points

sorry for the long ramble lol

#as much as it makes me miss my family i love having family abroaf #makes holidays much more fun... and cheap #i was kinda hoping we would get to stay in the kawalerka again but my older cousin is still staying in there so we were in the neighbour's—#—apartment which i don’t mind! but i just miss the kawalerka #mia has a stupid thought #ask answered!

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malatruse · 11 months ago

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20 questions for fic writers

thanks fo the tag @syrupwit ! tagging @schniggles @thevampireauthoress @blot-squisher @annethecatdetective and any of my other mutuals who write fic

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 11

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 102,347

3. What fandoms do you write for? These days, mainly DBD, though I have a few Outlast WIPs in the junk drawer.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? common tongue no one will know it but me it will come back Three-Faced human disaster

Pretty good variety here. Some of my older fics, some of my newer fics, and some in between.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to respond to comments when I can, if only to thank the reader for commenting. Some of them inspire me, some of them get my ass in gear to write a continuation, some of them [insert rule of thirds thing here].

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? It Gets Us All in the End, an interesting twist on hanahaki disease and how it could tie in to Gabriel Reyes' descent into Reaper.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Knocking on wood here....not really?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yeah. When I write smut it tends to be kinky m/m stuff.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I write some. The wildest one was Bury the Lead, being something of a stealth crossover for Love Pistols. But if that doesn't count, uhhh I think I wrote a Dark Knight/Tiger & Bunny crossover once? can't find it in my writing folder tho, and it never got posted.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of, but I always hope my fics will inspire fics with similar ships and ideas so that I can eat more cakes than I bake, yknow?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, actually! My first fic, human disaster, was translated into Russian.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Hmmm. I had a sequel in the works for Last Light that I never finished because I wasn't sure where to go with it. Aside from that, I'm very slowly chipping away at many, many WIPs that I still have hopes of finishing eventually.

16. What are your writing strengths? I try not to start uploading a fic unless I have it at least 90% done so readers won't have to wait on updates. That's more of a publishing strength, though, I guess. I write characters saying things that make readers laugh? And I've been told some of my fics were read by people outside of their fandom of origin, so I guess I write with enough exposition that they're approachable without much context.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Taking forever to finish shit, editing as I go, all my stuff feels too short, not enough women, not editing enough after finishing, etc.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? If the POV character speaks the language, "I'd do it like this," <<Or like this.>> If they don't, I'd leave the actual dialogue out and write, A said something B couldn't understand, possibly in Lithuanian? And if it's important to the context of the story, put a short summary of what's being said in the end note. idk, it's a tough topic.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Ohhhh boy. Um, I think I had a WIP for Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle that I was going to post on ff.net back in the day?

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Whatever my most recent one is. Right now it's Wrong Number

#ask meme #my writing #writing meme

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kalira · 1 year ago

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WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @stonemaskedtaliesin, thanks for the tag!

Rules: In a new post of your own, reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

So as should surprise no one who’s been here for 5 minutes or longer, we shall not be listing off everything in my fic files that is technically a WIP, because haaah (we don’t do that for logistical reasons and because Kalira will cry) SO in very scientific fashion I will be listing off WIPs that I have started and/or worked on recently, with the addition of some that I’ve opened recently to read over longingly. (You know the mood.)

It will still be Quite Long, I . . . ah. Yes. Please do ask about anything, though!

My writing files are arranged by fandom so that’s how we’re going here:

Inuyasha:

Developments (Bankotsu/Jakotsu)

Kagen no Tsuki (Last Quarter) (2004 movie)

Dwindling

Kamisama Kiss (Kamisama Hajimemashita)

Unique (Tamed) (Tomoe/Akura)

Broken (Akura/OC, Tomoe/Akura)

Moon Child

50 challenge set; #47 - Harm

Catching Sho

Feral

Turn It Up

Mouretsu Pirates (Bodacious Space Pirates)

Enrollment (Jenny/Lynn)

Naruto

ANBU Comfort (bb!Kakashi-centric)

Omega Misconceptions (Kakashi & Sakura)

First (omegaverse) (Kakashi & Sakura)

First (omegaverse) (KakaSaku)

Photoshoot Pounces (KakaSaku)

Precious Moments (KakaSaku)

Sakura in Bloom (KakaSaku)

Returning Reassurance (KakaTenzou)

Tempting Perfection (omegaverse) (MadaTobi)

Series - (Sinking) Beneath the Waves - Oceanic In-Laws (KakaShisui, MadaTobi)

Princess Mononoke

January Warmth

Sex Pistols

50 prompt set - #14 - Sex (Kunimasa/Noririn)

New Discoveries (Yonekuni/Shiro)

Tiger & Bunny

5+1 John Opening the Bedroom Door (Keith/Agnes)

New Surprises (First Time Feelings) (Keith/Agnes)

Nerves and Nuances (First Time Feelings) (Kotetsu/Bunny)

Van Helsing (2004)

Mates and Memories (Van Helsing/Dracula)

I will not be tagging that many people either, but no-pressure tags: @mad-madam-m, @penguinmusings, @navigatorsghost, @phlebasphoenician, @skarabrae-stone, @kidsomeday, @bifuriouswaterbender, and as usual, anyone who sees this, if you would like to join in and play, consider yourself tagged by me!

#WIP Tag Game #WIPs #about Kalira's writing #about Kalira's stories #ask Kalira

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mad-madam-m · 10 months ago

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The 3 Sentence Ficathon!! for WIP Wednesday please. Good luck with writing!

Your "good luck" must've been magic, because this is the longest ficlet I've written for the 3SF yet. (225 words!)

The prompt:

any, any, yelling at a gravestone

And the fill:

Tiger & Bunny, Gen, Seriously Maverick Is the Worst

Barnaby doesn’t intend to do it. He’s just finished visiting his parents, and on a spur-of-the-moment decision, he takes the long way back to his car so he can stop at Aunt Samantha’s grave and leave a flower for her.

But he turns too early—or too late—and as he’s scanning the unfamiliar markers looking for her name, they fall on one he’d hoped to never see again.

Seeing “Albert Maverick” is like a punch to the gut, and Barnaby freezes mid-step. He should keep walking, ignore it, go find Aunt Samantha’s grave.

Instead, he stops. And quite without his consent, the words start pouring out.

It starts off quiet, but by the end of it, he’s screaming, and he doesn’t stop until his throat is raw.

You took everything from me. You took everyone from me.

He fumbles his phone out of his pocket and dials without looking.

“Hey, Bunny!” Kotetsu’s voice is bright. “How are you?”

Barnaby can’t respond, but then again, it’s Kotetsu; he doesn’t need to.

“Bunny? Where are you?” Kotetsu asks, more serious now.

“The cemetery.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Barnaby nods, although Kotetsu can’t see it, and hangs up. Nothing can bring back what he’s lost, but Kotetsu reminds him of what he still has—the one person Maverick couldn’t take from him, despite his best efforts.

#m answers #auburnlaughter #M writes fic #M writes Tiger & Bunny #WIP Wednesday #Tiger and Bunny #Kotetsu x Barnaby #TaiBani

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thelumpyabyss · 2 years ago

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Fic dump!

Turns out going to grad school triggered some kind of next-level procrastination in me that caused me to write TEN FANFICS over the past like year and a half? And I pretty much never post about them but I've been reading over them and I'm proud of them, damn it! So here they all in all their glory:

Tiger & Bunny

Somebody to Love: Rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/44161159

“Hey, Kaede,” Kotetsu says as she reaches for the door handle, “can you hang on a minute? Daddy--er, I mean, I have something I want to talk to you about.” Kaede puts her hand back in her lap and looks at her father. Suddenly all his nervous energy makes sense. He looks so serious, and her stomach flutters.

“What is it?” she asks, almost afraid to hear the answer.

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Before going home after Justice Day, Kotetsu has something very important to talk to his daughter about.

his eyes on you (and only you): Rated E https://archiveofourown.org/works/43524474

Barnaby must feel the weight of Kotetsu’s gaze on him, because his eyes flicker over to him.

Behave yourself, the slight quirk of his brow seems to say.

What do I get if I do? Kotetsu signals with a smirk. Barnaby’s gaze turns molten then, and the photographer makes a ruckus about the perfect shot, but all Kotetsu can hear is Barnaby’s voice in his head.

Be good and maybe you’ll find out.

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Wherein Kotetsu discovers his jealous side during a photoshoot.

Keep You Safe: Rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/42866211

Barnaby gets in trouble for rushing to Kotetsu's aid at the expense of the citizens' safety. Kotetsu knew it was only a matter of time before his dwindling power would get in his partner's way. But not everything's as cut and dry as he thinks...

Snuggle Bunny: Rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/42589473

A lazy and somewhat chilly morning in Kotetsu's apartment and a well-worn sweatshirt.

Drowning Sorrows: Rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/40983090

"He’d not only wasted enough of his time, but he had the strangest feeling in the pit of his stomach, like he wasn’t supposed to be seeing what he was seeing right now."

In which Barnaby isn't surprised that his new partner switched their phones by mistake, but is very surprised by what he finds when he goes to get his back.

Matchablossom

You Make It Better Like That: Rated E https://archiveofourown.org/works/37376449

It suddenly registers that Kaoru is wearing Western-style clothing, and that’s definitely something that needs to be examined in better lighting. Kaoru moves towards the bike, but Kojiro grabs his hand. “You sure you’re okay?” he asks, noting the tension around Kaoru’s eyes. But then Kaoru smiles, rubbing the back of Kojiro’s hand with his thumb, and some of the tension eases out. “I’m fine now. But I’m serious about the food.” “You’re impossible,” Kojiro sighs, smiling.

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Kaoru goes to a party that sucks. Kojiro makes his night infinitely better.

you're awful, i love you: Rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/31059977

If anyone were to ask, Nanjo Kojiro would say he’s the luckiest man alive.

Except for the fact that his boyfriend is the worst bedmate in the world.

A collection of microfics exposing Sakurayashiki Kaoru for the goblin that he is.

Fancy Calculations: Rated T https://archiveofourown.org/works/31011641

The first date Kojiro's been dreaming of for a literal decade and Kaoru never knew he wanted.

The Long Weekend: Rated M https://archiveofourown.org/works/31477694

Kaoru is invited to a calligraphy exhibition in Osaka and thinks it could be the perfect opportunity to whisk his boyfriend away for a romantic getaway where they can have sex for the first time. Unfortunately, Kaoru's anxiety brain doesn't intend to make it so easy.

the real world can wait: Rated G https://archiveofourown.org/works/32458675

It's raining and Kojiro doesn't feel like getting up to work out. Add a warm, sleepy Kaoru to the mix and it's the perfect recipe for staying in bed.

#tiger and bunny #taibani #matchablossom #sk8 the infinity #sk8 #can't believe i really wrote 10 fics #would love some comments if anyone reads them!#i wrote this

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seleneonthemoon · 11 months ago

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⁀➷ 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎

Writing is not my passion, it's not even a hobby, it's a need, the only way I can express my emotions. And when those emotions resonate with the readers' ones, I feel like I have a found my reason to live.

My pen name is Savannah DeClare. Savannah had always been my favorite name, I don't know why DeClare, I like how it sounds. I realized later that SDC is also the acronym of my fav JoJo's part 🌙

A3! ~ 1 Ao no Exorcist ~ 1 Banana Fish ~ 3 Baraou no Souretsu ~ 1 Bloody Mary ~ 2 Boku no Hero Academia ~ 3 Bungou Stary Dogs ~ 1 Diamond no Ace ~ 3 DRAMAtical Murder ~ 1 Ensemble Stars!! ~ 2 Gangsta. ~ 1 Fairy Tail ~ 1 Free! ~ 7 Haikyuu!! ~ 6 IDOLiSH7 ~ 17 JoJo's Bizarre Adventures ~ 1 Kamigami no Asobi ~ 2 Kuroko no Basuke ~ 2 Kuroshitsuji ~ 2 Mo Dao Zu Shi ~ 6 Owari no Seraph ~ 1 Paradox Live ~ 8 Quan Zhi Gao Shou ~ 1 Shingeki no Kyoujin ~ 5 SK8 ~ 1 Sword Art Online ~ 1 Tian Guan Ci Fu ~ 6 Tiger & Bunny ~ 1 Tsukiuta. ~ 1 Uta no Prince-sama ~ 4 Yuuri!!! on ICE ~ 4

・❥・𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓 Baraou no Souretsu - 8/8 - T - HenRich - Pagan Festivals

・❥・𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍 TGCF - 6/6 - M - FengQing

・❥・𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 MDZS - 3/3 - T - WangXian - XiCheng - ZhuiLing

・❥・𝑨 𝒕𝒐𝒊 𝒒𝒖𝒊 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒖𝒙-𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔 SnK - 5/5 - M - EreRi - AruEru - Jarco - Reincarnation

჻ A Curse in White - Huā Chéng/Xiè Lián ჻ A not so lonely evening - Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov ჻ Endless Firmament - Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun ჻ La gourmandise du petit chat - Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou ჻ Lazy Sunday - Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi ჻ Our Fantasy - Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi ჻ Son péché mignon - Sanada Shunpei/Todoroki Raichi ჻ Sparkle - Paradox Live - TCW

・❥・𝑺𝒊𝑪𝑲 IDOLiSH7 - 13/16 - G to M - Multi Relationships

・❥・𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 SnK - 8/11 - M - AruEru & EreRi

Dividers by the amazing CafeKitsune 🤎

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razzlerdazzler · 1 year ago

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Hi, what fandoms do you write for? Also, do you write nsfw?

Hello, I do write nsfw and down below are multiple fandoms that I write for. If the fandom isn't on the list then I can still write for it if you request it, and I will try my hardest to write the characters as best as I can. I will do my research for the character if I don't know them. Feel free to message me if you have any questions or requests :)

Rise of the Guardians,

Hellboy,

Tiger and Bunny

Lupin iii,

CSI

Obey Me

Doctor Who

Mortal Kombat

Transformers

TMNT

Seven Deadly Sins

JOJO

Red Dead Redemption 2

Rainbow Six Siege

Gi Joe

Assassin's Creed

Vash the Stampede

Star Wars

Stardew Valley

M*A*S*H

Far Cry

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ladysunamireads · 1 year ago

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I Hope Someday You Visit Me Just Like My Nightmares Do

I hope someday you visit me just like my nightmares do (and chase them away with your light) by WordsWhisperInTheDark

He's gotten justice for his parents. He's found the heroes, found new friends.

Found Kotetsu.

His nightmares should have stopped. They don't.

Words: 10362, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Tiger & Bunny

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Barnaby "Bunny" Brooks Jr., Kaburagi T. Kotetsu

Relationships: Barnaby "Bunny" Brooks Jr./Kaburagi T. Kotetsu

Additional Tags: Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, (Slight) Whump, Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Spoilers for the ending of season 1, Past Mind Manipulation, Nightmares, Trust Issues, in that Barnaby can't trust his own mind, Barnaby is not having a good time in this fic, but it gets better, not tagging everyone 'cause they're barely there but the usual gang is here, Literal Sleeping Together, Fluff, Fluff & Feels, Love Confessions, Getting Together, First Kiss, (and the many kisses that followed), the actual embarrassment I got writing and editing the fluffy parts, Domestic Fluff, doing my best with the fluff here, post S1 pre-Rising, (roughly), pretty sure I started this after finishing S1 and before watching the Rising so

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47848336

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Taibani #♥#Taibani #T&B #⚣#🐯🐰#R:T #Hurt Comfort #Angst #Fluff #A:WordsWhisper

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love-and-monsters · 3 years ago

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The Bartered Wedding, pt. 1

M Fae X GN (implied to be AFAB) reader, 7, 173 words.

I saw a post a while back about trading in a Fae market for a ring and becoming betrothed to the ring's owner and thought 'oh that looks interesting' and promptly did absolutely nothing with the idea. Until, that is, I read @monsterfolkandfiction's excellent story based on the same concept and got a plot bunny. Add that to @cozycryptidcorner talking about her own Faerie stories and, well, this was born!

This will be a multi-part enemies to lovers story, dealing with a human and their unexpected marriage to a Faerie. I really had fun writing it, so hopefully you enjoy reading it.

Content warning: this story contains implied parental abuse and forced marriage.

The Faerie Market was no place for an unsuspecting mortal.

Fortunately, you were far from unsuspecting.

The Faerie Market was beautiful in the way of a yawning cave or a tiger’s maw. Awe inspiring, but with that sickening sensation of ‘this could hurt me’ always lingering in the back of your mind. The Fair Folk called to you as you passed, with words like roses to hide thorny intentions. Their eyes rested heavy on your shoulders and back. A mortal, wandering right into their bargaining den was much like a mouse stumbling into a barn full of cats. They would rip you to shreds and have fun doing it. But if you were clever, if you were careful, you could make it out intact and advantaged.

So many of them were calling to you now that your head swam with their voices. The air was perfumed with a heady scent that almost had your mind reeling. All things designed to ensnare your senses, make you pliable. But there was one thought burning thought in the forefront of your mind that kept you sane. As long as you kept that tether, you could keep going.

You kept your gaze unfocused as you looked around. The Market was not just a place, but a consciousness. It knew what those who entered it were seeking. If you kept your mind open just enough, eventually it would guide you to the right place.

And just like that, you felt the unsettling pull of magic in your mind. Everything drifted further out of focus except for one stand- it was made from a tree bent up, then down into a table. The woman behind it had a flickering, inconsistent form. Through one eye, she looked like a wrinkled old woman; through the other, she was a young maiden. When you looked directly at her, the two forms layered, like trying to watch a 3D movie without the glasses. It made your head throb to look at. But the magic of the Market tugged at your feet and you approached regardless.

She smiled when she saw your approach. In both of her forms, her mouths were full of sharp teeth in rows like a shark’s. “Welcome.” Her voice rasped as it came out, gurgling in her throat and chest. “What brings a mortal like yourself here?”

The most important rule when interacting with the Fair Folk: be polite, but give no more information than required. You sat in the little chair by her stand, head dipped in a respectful greeting. “I wish to trade.”

Her smile widened. “Might I have the name of the person I’m trading with?”

An obvious play, but one you might have fallen for if you weren’t so careful. “I give my name to no one. But if you wish to address me, I can be called Sparrow.”

The Fae seemed only more delighted by your dodge. “So rare to find a clever mortal,” she said. “Such a good prize, too.” She smiled again, almost a leer. You looked back impassively. Rule number two: never be intimidated, or at least, never show it.

“I have come to trade,” you repeated. “Will you trade with me?”

The faintest flicker of disappointment crossed the Fae’s face. Good. You didn’t want to make her happy. Staying on task reduced the risk of anything bad happening. Keep control of the situation, only focus on what you were here to do, and stay calm.

“Very well,” she said with a little sniff. “What does a mortal have that could possibly interest one of the Fair Folk?”

You took a deep breath and reached into your pocket. Slowly, deliberately, you extended your hand dropped the object on the table.

It was simple. A gold band with a decent-sized diamond set into it. Nothing particularly special. But the Fae’s eyes lit up the moment they landed on it. “Hm.” She extended her hand, fingers scratching across the table just in front of the ring, like she was afraid to touch it. “An unwanted engagement?” she asked.

“It was arranged for me. I wish to be free of it,” you said. Your tone was measured, even. No displaying how desperate you were. Any sign of that would be seized upon and used against you.

The Fae examined the ring thoughtfully. In a human market, giving up the ring would do nothing more than earn you some money to run away- it wouldn’t stop your fiancé from tracking you down or your parents from attempting to drag you back. But in a Faerie Market, objects weren’t the only things that could be exchanged. If you could pawn off the ring, you could pawn the engagement as well.

“A rich man,” the Fae murmured. “A businessman. Yes, I can see this being popular with some of my clients.” She gave a sharkish grin. “Perhaps I could accept this.”

“If you have something I am interested in, we can trade,” you said. Her eyes narrowed a little. It was a display of power- you were reminding her that if you didn’t agree, if she didn’t have something you considered valuable as well, you wouldn’t trade. But she was interested. That was something. You could use the leverage.

“Such a small, mortal token won’t be enough to trade for most of my wares,” she said with a wave of her hands. “But I think I have a few objects that might interest you.” She placed a series of small boxes on the table and opened them at once with a flick of her fingers. Each one contained a circle of metal. “A ring for a ring, perhaps?”

You looked at them closely. Each ring was completely distinct from the other. One was silver, massively studded with diamonds like stars. Your skin prickled when you looked at it. It was dangerously ostentatious. Putting that on seemed a bad idea.

The ring next it was the opposite- it was a bronze band, nothing more, nothing less. Even the box it sat in was simple carved wood. Too simple. Too unassuming. Something as innocent-looking as that could only be dangerous in the hands of a Fae.

The three other rings were neither particularly ornate, nor terribly plain. One was a dark silver metal with an emerald set neatly in the center, one was a simple gold with several pearls arranged in a cluster, and the last one was nearly black, with rubies inset in the shape of a flower. You weren’t much of a jewelry expert, so you couldn’t tell how much any of them would be with monetarily. Not that it mattered much. The rings themselves weren’t as important as what they represented.

“These three,” you said, pushing away the two rings you’d rejected outright. “What of their worth makes them equal to my trade?”

The Fae leaned over the table, pushing the dark and emerald ring toward you. “This one comes from the deep woods. It ensures a long, fertile life. Near immortality, success with creative endeavors, an affinity toward plants.”

Your ears tingled at the ‘fertile’ bit. Hm. Fae tended to have a thing about the fertility of humans, and something about that was unsettling. You turned your gaze to the next ring. “This one?”

“Ah! This one is from a great sea, deep within its heart. The ocean will listen when you command. Water will be unable to harm you. Your command over it will be absolute, and the creatures within will understand your desires. A powerful gift, to have dominion over the seas.”

This one seemed… interesting. Though you’d never had much of a liking toward water. There was no fear there- you’d just never found it all that pleasant to be in. Your second concern was the power of the ring. Absolute command over the ocean? It didn’t seem like a commensurate trade for the engagement you offered, which meant there was something else going on. Too suspicious. You moved on to the final ring.

Sensing your attention shift, the Fae nudged the ring toward you. “This one is from the depths of the Earth. Fortune favors those who take it. You’ll find the odds tilt in your favor more often than not.”

Hm. Fortune wasn’t an uncommon Fae gift. Usually it was given to humans the Fae took a shine to, but sometimes a person could get it in a trade. The favor of fortune seemed like a safe enough gift, and one that was practically useful. All you needed was that little bit of extra luck to keep you safe from your parents deciding to betroth you to someone else.

Impulse and desire were dangerous things to have in the Fae Market, but you took the ring regardless. Instantly, the Fae snatched your ring from the table. Her mouth stretched into an enormous grin, and you were reminded of an eel or snake in the way her jaw stretched. “A favorable trade for both of us, I think. Place the ring on your finger and you will find your fortune substantially changed."

The way she said it made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Just as you’d opened your mouth to speak, a gust of wind blasted you in the face. When you opened your stinging eyes once more, the Fae was gone.

The ring box rested heavily in your hand. It was closed once more, though you didn’t remember closing it. Perhaps it was magic, but it almost seemed to burn into your palm.

You turned back to the Fae Market. The cacophony that had faded into the background when you’d been trading as back in full, pounding against your eardrums. Glancing at the stalls stirred a longing in your chest. Technically, you still had something to trade. You could keep going, trying your luck to get something better, something powerful-

No. you shook your head to dislodge the thought. It was dangerous enough to trade for an item that you knew the value of. All you knew about this ring was that a Fae had been willing to trade it for yours. You had no guarantee about what the value would be to anyone else. It was an easy way to get scammed out of something, or to get your hands on something that would screw you over. With another deep breath to keep your head squarely on your shoulders, you left the market.

Your skin prickled with nerves as you walked the long path back to your home. The last time you had left, you had been furiously protesting the marriage. Your mother had promised that, on your return, you would be locked in your room to await your marriage. With the engagement sold, your parents would have no reason to do so. Regardless, you didn’t plan to stay for long. Just enough time to gather your belongings, find a horse or carriage, and seize some money to flee.

The house was warmly lit when you entered. Hurriedly, you shucked your boots and cloak. It was quiet, still. With any luck, you’d be able to avoid your parents entirely and-

“You’re back.” There was barely a sound as your mother appeared around the corner. She wore her usual scowl, lines set deep into her forehead.

“I am,” you said, keeping your voice light. “I went for a walk. To clear my head.”

There was something in the way your mother was looking at you that made you unsettled. Sure, she didn’t like it when you went out on your own, but she seemed… angrier than usual. The idea that she still remembered the engagement flitted across your mind again. You batted it away. She couldn’t remember. She couldn’t, she couldn’t, she couldn-

A hand seized your upper arm. You tried to tug yourself away, but all you succeeded in doing was awkwardly wrenching yourself around in his grasp. Your father’s expression was just as hard-set as your mother’s, and he was holding on tight to you.

“What are you doing?” you asked. Panic made your voice shake as much as you tried to keep it steady. “I only went out for a walk! I don’t need-”

“I thought your return meant you had thought better of opposing the engagement. Apparently, I was wrong,” your mother said.

Engagement. Your head was spinning. Fuck. You had thought the engagement would be lost the instant you handed the ring over. It should have been! That was what you were trading!

Bewilderment and panic prevented you from fighting until you were nearly to your room, and by then, it was too little, too late. Your father tossed you in, sending you skidding across the wooden floor. Before you could even scramble back to your feet, the door banged shut. You threw yourself against it just in time to hear the heavy clunk of the lock sliding into place.

You slumped down the door. It would be logical to be crying, wailing, cursing everything that had led you to this point. But you couldn’t even manage tears. All you could do was breathe through the massive weight that pressed on your chest and think.

She had tricked you. That was the only explanation. Somehow, she had taken the ring and left the engagement intact. For what reason, you couldn’t say. Maybe she wanted a human-made ring, for whatever reason. Maybe she’d wanted to get rid of her wares quickly without needing to take on a mortal husband. Or maybe she had done it just to be a tricky asshole. The Fae were like that, sometimes. Incomprehensible to mortals and often straight-up dicks.

You shifted your attention to the ring box still in your hand. The same dark ring you’d traded for sat inside. Well, that was something. Maybe your fiancé would at least be annoyed you’d traded away his ring. You pulled it out of the little box and rotated it in your hand. It seemed to be the right size to fit you.

The ring was supposed to give you good fortune. You snorted. Right. Yeah. It seemed to be working well so far.

You rotated the ring back and forth, running your fingers along the smooth metal. Maybe you needed to be wearing it. That seemed to be how a lot of Fae goods operated. You could really use a bit of good luck right now. Then again, if you’d been tricked in the deal, you had no guarantee exactly what the ring did. Why trade a perfectly good Fae ring for just an ordinary human one unless there was something wrong with it?

She’d said it would cause good fortune. That, at least, must be true. The Fae couldn’t lie. Maybe it was one of those cursed objects that caused temporary good fortune and then brought bad luck in equal or greater measure. It was probably a bad idea to put it on. And yet, the temptation to just slip it on your finger was there.

All you needed was a tiny bit of good luck. Just something, enough to let you escape. Then you could throw the ring away and eat whatever bad luck came your way because of it. Once you were out, you could make your own luck. You just needed that one little spark to set things off.

With a deep breath, you slipped the ring on your finger.

Nothing changed. Not that you’d really been expecting a flash of light or a sudden shift. Fae gifts were usually more subtle than that. You gave another hurried glance around the room. There! Had that window been open a moment ago? You scrambled over to it and thrust it fully open. There was just enough space to wriggle out, though your room was on the second floor. There was a bit of a drop. Not enough to kill, by any means, but an awkward landing would certainly snap your ankle.

The ring’s fortune seemed to be holding so far. Maybe you would have a lucky landing. You braced yourself against the window, then climbed mostly out of it. For a moment, you sat on the edge of the sill. You took the time to brace yourself, then pushed off from the window.

Your stomach lurched up into your throat as you fell. Instinctively, you squeezed your eyes shut and tensed for impact.

It didn’t come. At least, not the jarring sensation of hitting the ground feet-first. Instead, you landed in something softer, warm, and immediately recognizable. Someone had caught you in their arms.

Your eyes flew open, but you didn’t register the features of the person holding you. All you registered was that you’d been found out, you’d been caught, you needed to get away.

The arms released you. You half-fell onto the ground, your knees immediately buckling. Disoriented by both the fall and the unexpected intrusion of another person, you scrambled back toward the house. Once you were a small distance away, you were able to get a look at the person who had caught you.

You sort of wished it was one of the people who worked for your parents. You almost wished it had been your parents.

The person standing in front of you was not human.

He looked Fae, in that there was an odd ethereal quality to his presence. There was no actual mist, but you felt like he should have been shrouded in it. His robes, a pale silver, swirled around him in an absent breeze. He stood at least three inches taller thanks to his heeled boots. Bangles and bracelets dangled from his wrists.

Not just from two wrists. From his four wrists. He had four arms, one set in the normal position, the second set slightly below. His fingers were capped with claws, their color fading from the deep purple-gray of his skin to a charcoal black. A long, thin tail swayed casually behind him. From just above his eyebrows curved a ridged set of horns. They branched only an inch or so from where they sprouted, one line growing straight back and the other curving forward into a near-circle.

His eyes were striking. Even from more than a couple feet away, you could tell they were a brilliant ruby red. Looking at them was like staring at molten rock, dangerous but mesmerizing.

He cocked his head, twining a strand of his long black hair around his finger. “Quite a poor greeting for your fiancé, isn’t it?” His voice was softer than you’d expected, almost whispery. It made the back of your neck tingle.

“My fiancé?” you repeated, clambering to your feet.

“You made a trade.” the Fae said. His lower set of arms folded over his chest while the upper set made a shrugging gesture. “One ring for another. One fiancé for another.”

Your stomach sank to somewhere around your knees. Fuck. You were a complete idiot. A fair trade. You hadn’t traded a normal ring with a husband attached to get a magic ring. You’d traded your mortal engagement for a Fae one. A perfectly even trade.

As if to punctuate your mood, the thickly clouded sky opened up and rain fell in icy sheets.

“We should get inside,” he said, completely unperturbed. One of his lower hands extended toward you. “I am looking forward to meeting my inlaws.”

You were too stupefied to resist. His lower hand curled around your fingers, his upper hand resting on your shoulder. You could feel his claws resting delicately on your skin.

The Fae marched you around to the front of the house. The door swung open ahead of you and he stepped into the entranceway. “We’ll need towels,” he said, vaguely addressing one of the nearby servants. She dropped her unblinking gaze and hurried off toward the laundry room. Another one headed out in the opposite direction, presumably to fetch your parents.

“Hopefully you don’t catch your death of cold,” he said, his lips lifting into a sharp smile. “I would hate for my future spouse to leave me so soon.”

You glared back. “What do you want?”

“Want?” He tilted his head, his smile shrinking a little. “I wish to meet my intended, of course, and your lovely family.”

The idea of your parents being ‘lovely’ made you snort. “Yes, I’m sure a Fae has nothing better to do than galivanting around, snatching up unsuspecting mortals into marriage.”

He gave you a strange look, eyes narrowing, but the servant returned with the towels before he could say anything else. He took one and ran it over his head, somehow managing to navigate his horns with complete ease.

You’d just managed to get dry enough to stop dripping when your parents hurried into the hall. For half a second, you thought they would be surprised or confused by the inhuman presence next to you. But your mother immediately began gushing and your father stepped forward, hand extended for a shake. The Fae returned it with one of his upper arms, his lower ones folding close to his chest again. Fae magic. Whether he looked like a human to them or if the magic simply made engagement to a Fae seem normal, you weren’t sure, but you could expect no help from your parents.

So, same as normal, really.

“It’s really a pleasure to meet you in person,” your mother gushed. Her gaze fell on you and you could see the question form in her eyes. “I see you’ve already met our child.”

“Ah, yes. My future spouse seemed incredibly eager to meet me. I can’t say I’m not flattered.” He gave you a toothy smile. You forced yourself to return it. “But I’m afraid we’re thoroughly soaked. Might we freshen up before dinner?”

Your mother was still frowning suspiciously at you, but as long as your future husband was there, she wasn’t going to scold you. Small mercies. “Well, certainly. We have a guest room set aside, and I’m certain the servants can bring you something to change into-”

“Oh, come now. I’ll be married to this darling in a matter of days,” he said, gesturing to you. “Surely it matters little if we change in the same room. I am so looking forward to getting to know my fiancé. I’ve heard so many delightful things.”

Judging by the looks on your parents’ faces, they weren’t pleased. But they were also desperate to not offend your fiancé, and, after a moment of struggle, they caved. “Certainly,” your mother said. “I’m sure you can find your way there on your own.” The look she gave you indicated that if anything happened in that room, you would suffer for it.

The Fae hummed infuriatingly as he followed you to your room. He seemed to be having the time of his life. Even your agitation served only to amuse him further.

As soon as the door to your room was shut and bolted, you rounded on him. “Who are you?”

He placed one of his upper hands on his chest, his lower hands spread in a supplicating gesture. “Why, dear, I’m your fiancé! Your family recognized me just fine. Am I to understand that you don’t know me?”

“Cut the shit,” you hissed. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

He shrugged his lower shoulders as his upper hands busied themselves with undoing his clothes. “Perhaps.”

You pinched at the bridge of your nose. A headache was starting to throb at your temples. “You’re my fiancé,” you confirmed.

“As you are mine,” he said. “As I understand it, you traded one for another.” He grinned. “Quite an improvement, I think.”

“I was trying to escape an involuntary marriage, not find a new one!” you snarled. The Fae looked thoroughly unintimidated.

“The ring was a contract,” he said. “As soon as you put it on, we were bound to marry.”

You snatched the ring off your finger and tossed it at him. It bounced off his chest and rolled away. “Then I give it back! I don’t want this!”

For the first time, amusement completely vanished from his expression. You felt a sense of vicious satisfaction. “The contract was made as soon as you donned the ring,” he said. His tone was icy. “It cannot be rescinded.”

You ground your teeth. “Engagements can be broken.”

He gave a superior sniff. “Human engagements, perhaps. But Fae have ways of making things far more binding.” He turned and plucked the ring from the floor. “Removing the ring will not break our contract. Once you placed the ring on your finger, you were bound to marry me, as I was bound to marry you.” He took your hand and slipped the ring onto your left ring finger. His fingers were oddly warm around yours.

Perhaps the stress of the day was catching up to you, because you felt abruptly dizzy. Paying no mind to your still-soaked clothes, you collapsed on your bed. Your fiancé watched you, his tail swaying back and forth in a wide arc behind him. “Engagement between Fae are contracts,” he said, and his tone was incrementally softer. “Once it has been entered, there is no way for the participants to break it. The only solution is marriage.”

“What’s stopping me from leaving? Or just refusing to marry?” you asked. Your tone was belligerent, but you could feel your resolve faltering. There was no way it was that easy.

He gave a shrug, removing the last of his outer clothes and beginning to strip his undergarments. “I cannot assume my full title until I marry, and when you donned the ring, you tied yourself to me. I will be able to find you if you run, track you to the ends of the Earth, if I must. Neither of us are free to continue our lives until we marry.”

You licked your lips. “So, either I marry you or I spend the rest of my life being pursued by an angry Fae.”

He lifted a brow. “Be grateful. There are many Fae who would be more than willing to place you in captivity and starve you until you agreed to marry them or died.”

“So instead of killing me, you’re just going to trap me in a marriage I don’t want? Wow, you are generous,” you said, making your voice as sarcastic as possible. He gave you an unimpressed look.

“This marriage is a business arrangement,” he said. “We will be expected to work together. You will be expected to live with me, in the land of the Fair Folk. But I am not cruel, and I can make some… concessions to our arrangement. I do not expect monogamy, nor do I expect, for the most part, any physical components to our relationship. With certain exceptions, you will be able to spend your time mostly as you wish. I can provide riches and comforts for you. It will benefit you, and all I ask in return is your cooperation in certain… deals.”

You lifted your eyebrows. “Elaborate.”

“Business dealings, when working with those who cannot lie, can be difficult. I have little experience detecting lies, nor do I have a way to respond in kind. Having a mortal partner makes this… easier.”

You parsed that. “You want to marry a mortal so I can lie for you.”

His lips pressed together. “That is an oversimplification. There are other things mortals can be useful for. But yes, lying will be your primary duty.” He gave a vicious grin. “I expect you’ll not have much of a problem with that?”

You ignored his barb. “Why do I need to marry you, then? Can’t you just employ a mortal? It seems like it would be a lot easier.”

“Marriage is the oldest of contracts, and one of the deepest. It’s not just business. We tie our very lives together. It lessens the chances of you betraying me. A contract could be wriggled out of. Marriage is harder.”

“We’ll be married for business reasons, then.” Well, that wasn’t terribly different from the marriage you’d been trying to escape.

“As I said, I’m willing to be very lenient with the, mm, emotional aspects of our marriage,” he said. “There will be minimal obligations for physical romance, and none for emotional. As long as your loyalty remains primarily to me, you are free to pursue any other partners you wish. I shan’t stop you.”

“Minimal physical obligations?” you repeated. His nose wrinkled a little.

“It is likely we will be expected to produce a child at some point. And you’ll be expected to lie about the consummation of our marriage. But, as I said, I have no interest in forcing you to be with me. Only provide the proper business arrangements and I will be satisfied.”

You considered that. It was not, strictly speaking, a good deal. But it was better than the one you were escaping. No doubt that your prior spouse would have had as many dalliances as he pleased while insisting that you remain loyal to him alone. And you’d likely have been confined to the house and whatever tasks he wanted you to perform. This was at least an improvement.

“Fine,” you said. “I don’t have much of a choice, I suppose.”

“There’s always a choice,” the Fae hummed. “It’s just that some choices have more severe consequences than others.”

He slipped his underclothes off. Despite yourself, you stared. His four arms let to four well-defined pecs, and his toned stomach, while not exactly rippling with muscles, certainly wasn’t bad to look at. If he noticed you staring, he didn’t comment.

In an effort to clear your mind, you turned away and started changing yourself. “Am I going to have the pleasure of knowing my future husband’s name?”

You could hear his smile as he spoke. “I’m not that foolish. I know far better than to hand out my name to unsuspecting mortals. You may not have my true name. But, if you wish, you can call me Pelatio.”

He didn’t ask for your name in return. You assumed he already knew it. Keeping your back to him, you changed into your dry clothes.

Dinner was a strange affair. It was hardly quiet- both your parents talked animatedly with Pelatio, and he talked back, joking and smiling with ease. But it was all strangely empty. Pelatio spoke about business and land ownership vaguely enough that it sounded like he was talking about human affairs, and your parents deftly spoke about their pleasure at the prospect of marriage, making it sound like they were thrilled their child was going to be happy rather than just glad they’d made a fortuitous business arrangement. It was like watching a carefully constructed dance, where both parties remained within arm’s reach of the truth, but never close enough to touch.

Perhaps, you reflected as you plowed through your third glass of wine, you didn’t only need to be a Fae to get good at deceptive truth-telling. Maybe it was a trait of all upper-class assholes.

Unfortunately, your habit of getting wildly drunk in your youth meant that the wine at dinner wasn’t strong enough to make you anything more than mildly tipsy. Dizzy and disgruntled, you collapsed into bed as soon as you were close enough, and fell asleep without even changing your clothes.

The sunlight woke you, and you became almost immediately aware of a very annoying humming. Blinking against the burning rays, your gaze focused on Pelatio. He was flipping through an old, ratty notebook, humming to himself and wearing the most self-satisfied grin you’d ever seen.

“Glad you’re awake,” he said without so much at glancing as your face to confirm. “I’ve been reading this rather interesting tome I found in your desk drawer. Though, I would like to know how much of this is genuine. Did you truly drink a pint of liquor, then strip to your underclothes in front of the entire harvest festival?”

You scrambled to your feet. “Give that back.”

He handed it over with a smug expression, which you could only assume meant he’d read all of it already. “I merely wanted to know more about you, since you’re so delightfully withholding.”

“You could have asked,” you snapped.

“Mortals lie,” he said simply. “It’s a bit of an advantage you have over me. At least if I answer a question, you are guaranteed the truth.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’ll tell me the truth.”

“I can tell you nothing else,” he said. You gave him an irritated look as you tucked the diary back into your desk.

“Then tell me about yourself,” you said. “What’s your most embarrassing moment?”

His lips pulled back from his teeth in something between a smile and a sneer. “Get changed. We depart in two hours.” With that, he turned to head out of the room.

“You said you would tell the truth!” you called after him.

“I said if I answered,” Pelatio called over his shoulder. “I elected not to.”

That gave you enough material to cuss him out on the entire time you were getting changed. And it wasn’t a short process.

You couldn’t exactly say you were sad to be leaving your house, even if you were heading to a magical land of unknown dangers. Your mother fussed performatively, making sure that you were wearing a sufficiently warm cloak and all the rest. The sharp squeezes on your shoulder needed to verbal translation- don’t fuck this up. If only she was aware exactly how intensely you’d already fucked everything up.

Your future husband watched with no small amount of amusement as you detached yourself from your parents and walked over to him. “How terribly sweet. Are you certain you don’t want to spend more time with them?”

“Shut up,” you snapped through your teeth. He lifted a brow, but turned on his heel and gestured toward the great, dark carriage that had arrived moments ago.

It was clearly a Faerie carriage, from the strange, overly-elongated horses that pulled it to the fact that the inside was illuminated with no clear source of light. Neither of your parents seemed to care, if they could see it. They just waved you off, expressions cheery. Maybe you were reading too much into it, but there seemed to be more than a tinge of relief in their expressions.

The carriage door slammed shut once you and your fiancé were inside. With a rap on the wall, he started the carriage moving at a steady pace.

“Not sad to see them go?” he asked. You rolled your eyes at him.

“Not sad to see the people who sold me off like a piece of meat for the last time? What do you think?” Despite your brash tone, your voice gave the tiniest of quivers. Dammit. You shouldn't be sad- you’d spent most of your life trying to get away from them. And yet, your eyes felt hot and there was a strangling lump in your chest.

Pelatio looked at you for a moment, toying with the end of his sleeves. Finally, he reached into his pocket and thrust a handkerchief at you. “Here. I’ll hardly be pleased if you start getting tears on the upholstery.”

“I’m not going to cry,” you said, but you took the cloth anyway.

“If you say so.” He shrugged with both shoulders, then turned to gaze at the wall. You occupied yourself by absently folding the handkerchief into various shapes and trying not to think about anything at all.

The trip felt like it took hours and only a few minutes at the same time. It gave you the sensation of falling asleep and waking up knowing that hours had passed, but feeling like it had been no time at all. The disorienting feeling only got worse when Pelatio opened the door and helped you out.

The terrain was rocky, with only sparse bits of plant life jutting out from the ground. Not that you could see much of it. A mist so thick it was nearly a solid covered the land. Though it was only a short distance away, the manor was little more than a silhouette against the milky sky. You could see a few towers stretching up into the sky. The ground in front of the manor was split in a chasm that circled the entire location. Only a stone bridge allowed passage across the canyon.

“Take care not to go wandering without a guide,” Pelatio said as he strode toward his home. “It’s quite easy to get turned around here.”

Obviously, you thought, but you didn’t say it out loud. You merely followed him, taking in as much of the landscape as you could. There wasn’t really much to see. It was just an endless expanse of stone ground and white sky.

Up close, the manor appeared to be made out of obsidian. Pure black and almost frictionless to the touch, you felt reluctantly awed by it. At the very least, you would be living somewhere nice.

The front hall was dim, illuminated only by small red and yellow lights that floated around the ceiling. Pelatio shed his coat and tossed it aside. It was lifted away but some invisible force before it could touch the ground.

“Infuego!” Pelatio’s voice echoed down the great hall. The lights around the ceiling swirled in a tornado before disgorging a spurt of flame. It coiled to the ground in front of you, flickering and twisting until it formed a roughly-humanoid shape. There were no clear eyes in its face, but you got the sense it was looking at you. Pelatio waved his hand at it. “Now, now. Mortal-safe form, please.”

The fire flickered, like a guttering candle flame, then extinguished. Underneath the flames, they looked like a roughly normal human, to an extent. No extra arms or tail or strangely-shaped limbs. But their skin was strangely reflective, catching the light like a gemstone. Their hair was a mix of reds, yellows, and oranges, falling down their back in thick waves. It was their eyes that were the least human, because they had none. Their sockets were instead filled with flickering flames.

“Take my dear spouse up to the northeast wing. I assume everything’s prepared?” Infuego dipped their head in a tiny nod. “Wonderful. Go on.” He flapped all four of his hands at you in a dismissive gesture.

“Where are you going?” you asked. Despite not being particularly interested in spending time with him, you were still kind of insulted that he was ditching you the first instant he could.

“Wherever,” he said. “Lots to take care of, I’m certain. Don’t trouble yourself with it.” With no further elaboration, he strode through a doorway to your left and vanished.

“Come.” Infuego’s voice was quieter than you expected, and slightly raspy. “I will take you to your room.”

You followed them in silence, up a winding staircase and past halls with far too many portraits- most of them seemed to be of Pelatio or his family. You took pause at one in particular. It seemed to be of his family, his father and mother standing behind several children. Only one had the same crimson eyes as he did, though that was the only way you could recognize him. The wide, excited smile he had was a far cry from the sneering smirks that you’d seen on his face since you’d met him. Something in your chest gave the tiniest of pangs. Somehow, it was hard to imagine any Fae as a child, but clearly, he had been. Chubby-cheeked and cheerful. How strange.

Infuego led you to a large set of double doors. “This marks your portion of the house,” they said. “Only those who work and live here will be able to enter without your permission.” They pushed the doors open, then stepped back and gestured for you to enter.

You had expected your own room at best, but this was nearly large enough to be a full house. There was a small kitchen, a bedroom, some sort of office, a wonderfully large bathroom, and some sort of enclosed porch. “The master left the area mostly undecorated,” Infuego said, nodding toward the bare patches of the walls and shelves. “If you wish for anything to be brought to you, write it on that chalkboard and it will be provided.” They gestured to a blackboard set into the wall.

“Thank you,” you said, uncertain of what else to say. You glanced around your room, your gaze eventually falling on a gauzy white outfit that hung from your wardrobe. Clusters of pale flowers clung to the shoulders and fell down the back to make a lacy, train-like cape. Most of it was partially see-through, with only solid white straps protecting your modesty.

“Your wedding clothes,” Infuego said. “Try it on before bed tonight. Any adjustments will need to be made before the ceremony tomorrow.”

You started. “Tomorrow?” Infuego nodded. “Huh. Short engagement.”

“The master is not interested in being engaged. Only married. The ceremony will be short and simple, more for show than anything.”

“I though all Faeries appreciated a big party,” you said. Infuego shrugged.

“I have served the master for some time. As greatly as he may love extravagance, I believe he wants to get this particular ceremony over as quickly as possible.”

“What’s he so irritated about? He’s the one who wanted this wedding,” you said. Infuego looked at you. The swirling flames they had for eyes made it hard to read their expression, but you thought you detected pity.

“I appreciate your situation. You came to this marriage unwillingly, and anger at the master is understandable. But he has limited power in this situation as well. He is the youngest of his family, and in order to retain even a shred of the power his family holds, he must marry that which his parents demand. And they have requested he marry a mortal.”

The tiniest pang of pity swelled in your chest. For a moment, you saw that he was trapped, just as trapped as you were, forced by his parents into a marriage he didn’t want.

“He is not cruel. He will allow you a great deal of freedom. He does not want to trap you any more than he is trapped himself.” Infuego swept into a low bow. “Try on the clothes. I will wake and prepare you for the ceremony tomorrow.” They turned on their heel and strode out, the great doors swinging shut behind them.

You turned back to the clothes. There was still a tight twist of anger in your chest, but beneath it, you felt the tiniest stirrings of sorrow. Trapped as pawns of your parents, both of you. With a sigh, you gathered the outfit into your arms. There was nothing else to do. You would play along, and so would he, and within twenty-four hours, you would be wed.

Link to the second part of the story is here.

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