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jwanniie · 10 months ago

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Hiii again!!

can I make a request about g!p minji x reader fcking in the library?

I got too excited with this idea😁

Secret crush.

You have been struggling in school for the past two months due to some family issues and just life has been exhausting and draining, you weren’t dumb you just needed a little break and someone who takes care of you. From the start of the school year you have been getting decent grades, they were good but if we compare it to the amount you study for you should definitely get better grades, that really did unmotivate you because what do you mean someone who didn’t even touch a book will get a better grade than someone who pulls all nighters, skips meal just to study and never skips a class?You are happy for them but still there is a little unpleasant feeling inside you that you can’t deny ,And on top of that your family starts complaining about you not trying hard and not getting full marks. So you thought about what is the point of trying hard but still not reaching?

The way your grades dropped made your teacher really unhappy because you definitely weren’t dumb in fact you were very intelligent so she decided to talk to you and try to convince you to get a tutor and maybe she can help you choose one.

“___can you stay a little after class, we need to discuss something?”

You were tired and wanted to go home, you wanted to deny but what if she has something important to say?

“Sure” you replied with tired eyes that anyone could literally notice that you hadn’t been getting proper sleep for days, and yeah you don’t even remember when you last had that 10 hour uninterrupted sleep.

Class ended faster than usual, once all of the students went out of the class the teacher sat you down and took a deep breath before starting to talk.

“___ has anything happened home or do you have something going on that is not very pleasant…since your grades been dropping and I’m wondering what’s the reason and if we could try to fix it?” She spat, she really didn’t want to express her thoughts in a hurtful or negative way so she tried to sound as kind as possible.

You took an exhale before speaking “miss everything is going fine at home it’s just that I’m very unmotivated towards school and my mental health overall is not really helping with school” you spoke trying to sound as ok as possible even tho tears are starting to well in your eyes, recalling everything that is happening and all of your family problems.

“I see, do you think if we could ask a student to tutor you so you could perhaps make friends at the same time while studying do you think that would help you a little? And ___ you are nowhere near stupid you just need a little push and that will get you started all over again and I care for you, you are one of my favorite students here, always kind and enthusiastic to learn new things so seeing you like this really does hurt me.” She uttered in the most comforting tone ever, you smiled at her request and nodded because maybe that will make your school life and mental health better “a tutor could work!” Your teacher smiled warmly at your answer “then I will look for a tutor” she said, she lastly bid you goodbye and you went home a little smile on your face knowing that you have a new start and could improve.

The next week the teacher gave you the name of the student who will tutor you and when will you meet, the first lesson would be in the library. Damn, you haven’t been there for a long time you thought to yourself. You checked the paper that the teacher gave you once more and you looked at the name again “Minji”. You have heard the name before but the image of the person didn’t really click. You decide to pick a place near the entrance of the library so as soon as minji steps inside she could see you, you dont think she even recognize you but let’s just hope for the best.

You waited silently for about seven minutes till you saw a girl with a school uniform, your school never restricted what the students wear but that’s what she is comfortable wearing, now the image clicked, She is minji! You have never interacted with her nor your friends did but she was known for having one of the best grades in school if not the best. She was quiet,didn’t really have much friends, a bookworm and kinda cold or perhaps a better word distant? You always saw her with a book in hand or had her head deep down writing something. She didn’t really put much effort in socializing but one thing undeniable about her was her beauty she was that handsome type of beauty. You waved your hands at her you were maybe too excited she just walked towards her expression hard to read, she always had a resting face.

“I was kinda late, sorry” she spoke a little cold it gave you chills, is she always this serious? You didn’t expect any type of laughter or giggling but a little smile wouldn’t hurt anyone!

The tutoring session went pretty smoothly she told you the basic stuff and you immediately got the hang of it, like the teacher said you weren’t stupid you just needed someone to take interest in you. It was very silent, yeah a library is supposed to be silent but this maybe was too silent. You looked around and saw no one near you or even far away from you. You looked at the entrance of the library and there was no one even the bored librarian wasn’t there you looked around a little more and there was literally no one. A panic immediately started to hit you, you can’t be stuck in here seriously. Minji saw how uncomfortable you were and decided to give you a little hug whispering “hey calm down, we are going to get out of here. Let’s call someone” minji maybe was too calm about this whole situation but deep inside she was having a little panic attack. Yeah she didn’t show much emotions but that didn’t mean she didn’t care about people’s feelings, she just couldn’t express with words but her actions did.

You called the school principal and he said that they will come get the both out while waiting you decide to make a little chit chat to burn some time and comfort you a little. “I know this might sound weird but have you had any crush” this was the basic middle school dudes question while playing truth or dare but in this situation you didn’t honestly care, If she wants to think your weird then so be it. “Yeah” she answered tone little softer now, as a nosy person you couldn’t help but ask who, “oooh do you mind telling me who?” You said to excited, she gave you a little smirk making a point below your stomach tingle “what about I will describe it and you should guess, I’m pretty sure you know them” she said in a seductive voice immediately shocking you seeing the new side of her, your not complaining tho it was pretty hot. “Why not, tell me” you said too excited. “Hmmm well she is a girl, she is very gorgeous and adorable, she has never interacted with me before but did now and Uhmm her mental health hasn’t been the best which was secretly hurting me. I have always admired her from a far” she uttered scooting closer to you. Her description definitely had some suspicion in you, deep inside you wanted it to be you but the chances of her licking you were very very slim. “Uhm I don’t…know, please tell me” you stated. She was so close to you now, “hmm sure why not” she brought her face near you inches a part. Your breath hitched and you closed your eyes, she brought her plush lips to your pair and soon you felt something kissing you softly, when she moved her lips from yours, you were shocked a good shocked tho. “Did this tell enough, princess or…?” She questioned looking deep into your eyes, intoxicating you with her pair of eyes almost like hypnotizing you and before you knew you grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a deep kiss passionate and warm. She immediately kissed back, placing her hand on your upper back and gently laying you down. She took her skirt off revealing her erection, and damn, was she big? She was huge and her length being hard doubling it size. Without much of thinking you grabbed it touching it earning a groan from her, she was thick and had girth. You went on your knees and saw how her tip was filled with precum. Your tongue exploring her tip and length, her precum was very creamy but salty. Her hand found its way to your neck and squeezed it “don’t tease doll!” Her breath hitched. You tried to take her in one go but she was too big. She gave you a dark giggle full of lust “too big for you baby?” You tried to take her one more time but you gagged uncontrollably while coughing. But still you wanted to please her so you started sucking half of her length, bobbing your head around it. Soon after she started twitching inside your mouth, breath getting faster and moans getting louder. Without warning her thick white salty cum filled your mouth. She looked you in the eyes “swallow it, all of it” and as a good girl you obeyed her, swallowing her release. She was satisfied,way too satisfied. “On all fours baby, mommy is going to reward you for being so good” the excitement of her words flood your brain and your body immediately reacted to her, taking off your pants and panties leaving you with only an oversized shirt. And getting onto all fours, she groaned seeing how obedient you are for her. She couldn’t wait anymore and gave you her whole length, not even letting you adjust to her, immediately thrusting passionately hitting spots you never thought existed. Bumping into your g-spot and to spots people never even named. Her ruthless pace never cooled down if anything it only got rougher, with few more thrusts and few ass reddening spanks your release flood all over your thighs. Her relentless pace didn’t stop, the way you got now tighter made her eyes roll back and a hitched groan came from her “fuck baby so tight”. With how clenching you are around her length it didn’t take her long to feel her high close. Few seconds later she pulled out and white sperm got released on your back.

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funkyplantguy · 2 months ago

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Maybe Permit Manager Cub giving Mumbo special treatment because he likes him? (Bonus if Grian is a little jealous in the background xP)

ohohohoho...yes...incredible, thank you very much... - mumbo liked to think that he was a man who had a fairly standard daily routine.

most days, he started his day off with breakfast. usually an apple (golden), or some other piece of fruit or bread - something easy to eat quickly and on the go. he was a very busy man, after all - he had quite a few farms and projects that he needed to check in with on a regular basis, and one very pesky neighbor who seemed intent on derailing him at every step. (not that he minded. it was just grian, after all - and who was he to deny grian?) next usually came lunch, then the afternoons were typically spent goofing off in some way or another with grian or scar or any one of the assorted hermits he called family. then dinner (mumbo staunchly believed in three full meals a day), then a quiet evening tinkering around in his base until it was time to call it quits for the night. pretty straightforward, all things considered, with only the occasional event or festival to derail his carefully laid out plans.

nowhere in his routine was getting practically eye-fucked by cub as he sat, squirming awkwardly, across from him at his desk, but hey - mumbo could be flexible! he could allot time out of his day for...whatever this was.

what this was, grian had explained earlier, in a huff of bristling feathers and irritated whining, was a negotiation. grian wanted a raise - that is, to be paid at all for the "very important work" he was doing as the assistant to the permit office manager - and for some reason, he thought bringing mumbo along would help him plead his case. unfortunately, all it had seemed to do so far was distract cub. "mumbo? mumboooooooo? mumbo, you in there? hello? anyone home?" mumbo jolted, banging his elbow (quite painfully, thanks for asking) on the desk as he wrenched around to look at grian. his face flushed a deep red as he was met with both grian and cub's direct attention - though varied, in the expressions adorning their faces. grian, for one, looked furious - earwings fluttering in irritation as he stared at mumbo incredulously. cub, however, looked deeply, concerningly satisfied, and not at all like he'd been paying a lick of attention to what grian had been saying, either. "are you listening? i was just telling cub about all the countless hours i spend on making sure that all of the shops in the shopping district are up to snuff, and how just the other day i spent at least 6 helping you restock that god-awful gold shop you have!" that...was not entirely true. mainly what grian had done during those 6 hours was perch on mumbo's shoulder and complain that he wasn't giving him enough attention. but if grian considered that "helping"... "huh? oh, yes, quite." "see?" grian exclaimed, turning back to cub. "he agrees - the work i'm doing here is very important, and deserves to be compensated." cub hummed noncomittally, and mumbo was suddenly drawn to how relaxed the other man looked, reclining slightly in his chair. poor grian. "i don't know, g," he mused, eyes flickering from grian to mumbo, then back again. "i think that mumbo here has just as much of a claim for compensation as you do. he helped you with that sign out front, didn't he?" "the pop-up purge sign?" grian responded, his voice climbing in volume. "the one where he added an ass to your likeness?"

"correct." "i really don't think that -"

"to be fair," mumbo mused, more to himself than anyone else. "it was quite a nice ass." "it was a nice ass. thank you, mumbo." "you're welcome, cub." for a moment, grian just stared at the two of them, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. cub stared back, blue eyes unblinking, as if challenging him to disagree. mumbo, for his part, opted to stare at anything but grian. then the moment had passed, and grian let out a huff, pushing his chair back and standing to his feet. "you know what? fine. compensate mumbo, for all i care. but don't come crying to me when the shopping district goes to shit with just scar and skizz in charge. i quit!" and with that he was off, soaring out the window and into the distance - no doubt going to scar's base to seek comfort (and to complain his ear off for the next several hours). mumbo let out a surprised laugh, then turned back to cub, freezing as he took in the way the other's gaze was now locked solely on him. "so...," cub started, and mumbo felt a shiver run down his spine at the tone. "it looks like there's an opening here at the permit office. interested?"

#had way too much fun with this one thank you anon #i love making grian the most annoying bitch on the planet slash affectionate #and also writing mumbo and cub's dynamic makes me giggle #i love writing mumbo as the most wet cat of a man you've ever met in your life #mumbo jumbo #cubfan135 #cumbo #grumbo - implied #scarian - implied #suggestive #plant writes #plant answers

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rubbish-and-whatnot · 3 months ago

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Hello, can i request a Yandere Eyeless Jack but the MC works for a different entity? Would they clash or just passive? It's up to you if you want to make the MC human or whatever you want.

If possible, i want the mc to be completely devoted to the entity they're working on, they work for it willingly and have accepted it whole heartedly. Bye i asked for too much 🥰.

Eyeless Jack x rival! cultist! reader

(unedited) I had some fun writing this one. I may have taken a few liberties here and there. Let me know what you think! I have extra time away from work for requests because of Hurricane Debby. Thanks Debra <3

The restraints on the hospital bed were a little tighter than comfortable. You thrashed around nevertheless trying to at the very least loosen them enough to slip through. When that didn’t work you screamed out in white hot anger.

“Let me go! This isn’t fair,” You cried out to your captor who was just casually sipping his coffee and doing his crossword puzzle at his desk.

“Do you renounce your allegiances to… what’s his face?” He waved his pencil around in the air as if to find the blank in his mind.

“Of course not! He is my life. He is my blood! He-“

“Then no. I’m not letting you out of those restraints until you are fully deprogrammed,” he flipped the page and sighed.

Eyeless jack. A formidable foe who works under the being called The Operator. In the past year you’ve made a group of amazing and trustworthy friends. Found yourself living in a new community. Cut your ties with your family. Made an excellent relationship with the prophet. Really threw yourself into your faith. Jack, however, has been on your trail every turn. Every book club, every fundraiser, every hunt he was there. Being a devout follower meant a very healthy social life, don’t ya know?

“How is my thing all that different from your thing?! We’re both just putting in the work for a cause we believe in,” You stop thrashing to take a breath. He snapped his magazine shut and spun around on his chair.

“It couldn’t be more different. I am bound to my entity, you’re trapped by your own mind,” he placed his hands firmly on the guards on either side of your bed, “If one of us can actually be free then I will find away. Until then it’s restraints and force-fed meals for you.”

“You are so stubborn!” You hollered.

“Said the cultist,” he replied.

“I am not in a cult.” You said defensively for the billionth time.

“Oh really. Then why do you follow what the prophet says so seriously?”

“Because it’s a sin not to. Those who don’t trust the prophet are punished by the community, they are the conduits for Thalorgorath’s will.”

“See that is something that was drilled into you verbatim. Most people don’t take their religion that intensely. Also most religions don’t punish the non-believers by using people they thought they could trust,” Jack wrestled with one of the guards to slide it down into place and take a seat on the edge of your bed. “You used to be so full of life. The way you would laugh with your whole chest. I remember how you would sing at the top of your lungs with the radio blasting and the windows down. You glowed,” Jack took a strand of hair and rolled and twisted it around his gloved fingers. Your sparkle had dimmed so immensely since you joined that cult. You’re paler, more solemn, all seriousness and gloom.

Jack was stationed to work mostly in a specific small town, your small town. He saw you before and after. Now, it really did help that you began to interfere with his work. That’s the only reason he can have you here now. You were looking for a sacrifice for your god and half the time that just so happened to be Jack’s next target. So your paths began to cross regularly. You would always flee the scene in a villainous ‘I’ll get you next time for sure!’ kind of fashion. As time passed and you kept returning empty handed you began to get more and more desperate. You began to waste away.

“I brought you here because I care about you more than anyone in your community ever could. Their love is conditional on how devout a follower you are. I like you just the way you are. Good. Evil. Atheist. Cultist. I just want the real you back,” he sighed.

You shuffled uncomfortably. The memories of before, seeing Jack and talking with him, sharing a coffee with him on the outskirts of the woods. They were comforting and feeling awfully compelling in this moment. There was a time you thought you might’ve liked Jack yourself. But that’s all in the past. A life of sin you must spend the rest of your life atoning for.

“She’s dead.” You spat.

“I don’t think that’s true,” He let go of your hair and started rifling in his pockets, “If your prophet were so holy then explain this,” he laid out several polaroids of the man in question. Him living in a lavish house paid for by all the tithes that were so important. Him indulging in the sin of the flesh again and again and again, coercing members and sex workers into doing exactly what he wanted. Him with his stockpile of illusionist supplies for his miracles. Even a picture of him sitting on his couch with his legs propped up on the coffee table on top of the holy text. And one of him spilling his beer on it. We weren’t even allowed to drink alcohol. It was considered contraband that was worth ten lashings.

You just sat there and stared at them, your brain doing figure eights trying to make sense of it, and not liking that it kept coming to the same conclusion.

“I don’t want to look at these,” You clamped your eyes shut and turned your head. Some jostling around your bed didn’t make you open your eyes but the sound of tape being ripped of the dispenser did. Jack stood on the mattress and taped the polaroids so they’d hang down from the ceiling right in your line of sight.

“It sounds like they’re working then. I’m going to keep these up until I get new ones. But for now,” he hopped off and dusted off his hands, “It’s time for lunch. I’ll grab you a sandwich and juice,” he waved on his way out the door. You sunk deeper in bed and blew some hair out of your face.

Jack often slept in the infirmary so this wasn’t much different. Now though he found himself watching you sleep rather than his usual ritual of tea and a book before bed. There was plenty of time for that during the day. This was the only time he could look at you without your harsh glare stabbing back. There’s no cult. There’s no hate. There’s just a guy looking at the women he can’t stop thinking about. Jack pulled up his mask and kissed your forehead before switching the lamp off.

It was rainy. Weeks have passed now. You wouldn’t talk much at all anymore. You just watched weather pass out the window, maybe the occasional deer or cryptid. It was so hard to believe in a world where all of that impossible bullshit exists, to comprehend that the one thing you truly believed in was a sham. Your days were mostly you and your bed and two walks (handcuffed to Jack) to keep your muscles in functioning condition. Eerily enough, you stopped putting up a fight. So here you sat. Still and lost in your own mind. Jack would glance up from his book every now and then to look at you. The rain pattered against the window that was open just a crack, just enough to smell just a hint of petrichor.

“Do you remember that first night that I almost found my sacrifice?” You asked wistfully, watching the droplets merge and plummet to the edge of the pane.

“Uh… yeah. He was my next target. Didn’t put up much of a fight since you scared him real bad before I even got there,” He turned another page.

“And you tossed me behind you so you could get to him first,” You laughed a meek little chuckle.

“I didn’t realize that you fell on the ground. Then you grabbed my ankles taking me down with you,” He laughed too.

“We were slathered in mud and dead leaves,” You began to laugh harder.

“It got in your mouth too. I remember you trying to spit it out,” He smiled a the memory.

“…I’m starting to wonder what it was all for,” you returned to your previous state of sitting upright and staring out the window.

“A stupid man with a god complex got in your head. It happens to the best of us. I’m just glad there was no Koolaid involved,” He cradled his chin with his interlaced fingers.

“Flavoraid.”

“Huh?”

“It was Grape Flavoraid in Jonestown. Not Koolaid.”

Jack woke up with a startle and saw your bed empty and the restraints cut through. It had been several months and you had made excellent progress. Still you didn’t talk much, but when you did It wasn’t nearly as crazy as you’ve sounded in the past.

He was so close to trusting you enough to let you go, but was it all a lie? Were you faking it to just run back to your community? Was everything you both worked through a ruse? He threw the blankets off the bed. Wretched the closet door open and slammed it shut. In his frenzy he didn’t notice the steam coming out from under the bathroom door.

You opened and stepped out of the bathroom and continued to towel dry your hair. Jane had lent you some of her clothes, which were more risqué than you’ve worn in years (that’s not saying much though. It was a very modest community you lived in). Jane was a firm believer in if you got it flaunt it. She was just helping you along. Either way you paired the black slip with a sweater underneath for maximum comfort. You pressed the pedal to the trash can and dropped your old cloak into it.

“Y/n?” Jack stood still and gaped at you.

“Hey,” you dropped your towel onto the bed and began to make it.

“Are you… feeling alright?”

“I feel… different,” you walk up to him and take his hands into yours, “I’ve been thinking about it and I wanted to say thank you. You believed in me even when I didn’t,” you tried not to sound emotional but it came through in croaks and cracks in your soft voice. He felt you press something into his hands and curl his fingers around it. You walked up to the doors and hoisted up the duffel bag he didn’t notice there. In his hand was an old, used, wooden coffee stirrer, one that’s branded with the initials of the cafe you would buy both of your coffees from.

“You’re leaving? So soon?” He followed you out of the infirmary and down the hall.

“I need time to figure the rest out. You brought me to the water and now it’s time for me to take initiative and drink,” You adjusted the strap on your shoulder. The duffel was filled to the brim with supplies you scrounged up from all over the house. Nothing that would be missed.

“But there’s always space for you here. Even if you aren’t with me in the infirmary we can set up a room for you. Just for you! We can put anything you could want or need in it,” He snatched your arm, you stopped in your tracks.

“Jack. I need to start fresh. I want a new town and a new name. I want something normal. Uncomplicated,” You grimaced. He took a long pause mostly because of the frog in his throat.

“Then I’ll make it easy for you,” he handcuffed his wrist to yours. “We’re in this together. Whether you like it or not,” his voice was more grave than you’ve ever heard it before.

#eyeless jack #yandere #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta proxy #creepypasta x reader #x reader

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koolades-world · 4 months ago

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Hi hi! Just wanted to start off by saying I love your work ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Anyways I was wondering if you could do some comfort hcs for an mc that has IBD? You’re fine if you don’t want to write for this since it’s pretty uncommon from my understanding.

Note: I felt it important to say since there’s lots of misconceptions floating around (cough cough TikTok-)that IBD has lots to do with diet. Either it playing a role in the cause or for treating it. Which all the specialists I’ve seen have said diet is neither the leading cause nor is it the solution. All it is that some foods irritate for no particular reason and should generally be avoided.

Sorry if I overshared lol I’ve just had people tell on multiple occasions that it’s a diet thing when it’s not- it’s an autoimmune disease.

Thanks so much for reading my little impromptu rant. Again you don’t have to write for it if don’t wish to due to it being a very niche topic. Anyways hope you’re well stay safe.

-🪴🧺

hi!!! of course I can! no worries about oversharing or anything, i actually didn't know that was a misconception and help me out :)

i'm almost certain i have ibs (long story short i couldn't get diagnosed but it runs a very clear path in my family and all of my symptoms match up exactly the same it's like it was copy and pasted) and of course so i could properly write this i did a little research, and based on what you said and what i read, it sounds like people are getting the two mixed up which is something that could be fixed by a simple google search :( i'm so sorry you have to deal with people like that

i hope i did you justice and this could be a little respite in your day. enjoy <3

Mc with IBD

Lucifer

he tries his best to make your days better in little ways!

gift baskets will randomly appear in your room filled with things you'd only mentioned in passing that you wanted or needed to him

if you're feeling up for it, he'll take you out for a meal at least once a week to make you feel special. it might not be fancy every time, but you can still feel the love

if you're not though, no worries! he'll do something equally as nice at home for you with food he made himself

Mammon

if you need surgery, he's becoming your personal nurse while you heal!

every moment he can be, he's by your side

lots of cute little forehead kisses and magically producing your favorite candies from behind his back for you

you won't even have to lift a finger to change what you're watching on tv, let mammon take care of it <3

Levi

he's the king of staying in, so if you don't feel like going out, his room is always open to you!

you don't even need a password to get in, because it's you

if you're ever feeling down or unwell because of your ibd, he always lets you have full control over what you do

if you play a game like minecraft together, he'll always have surprises ready for you so next time you play, you'll find it <3

Satan

he's curious about your medication and does extensive research into it

he always makes sure any painkillers or other meds you might take won't interfere with your ibd meds!

he will recommend the over the counter painkillers if you want them that have the least amount of bad side effects, such as tylenol because he hates to see you in pain

he's got lots of connections and will use them in any way possible if it could possible help you

Asmo

he's the best at making sure you take good care of yourself!

if you're bad about taking your meds, he'll get you a cute little pill divider

will also get a matching equally cute water bottle that you can use to help take the pills

he ensure everything can be done while being fashionable, because he finds that it makes things more bearable for him, so why not his favorite person too?

Beel

he knows quite a lot about supplements and vitamins, so if you take them, he's asking you questions about them because he just wants to get to know you better

he is always there for you if you need someone to talk to, or just want to rant/vent

provides the best comfort and warm hugs :)

Belphie

like his twin, he also gives great hugs

he's your number one fan of course! he's always with you even if you're not in your bed

it may take all of his energy, but if you want to go out, he's going with you no matter what

he'll even share his signature cow pillow with you 🥺

#obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me lucifer #obey me beel #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me belphie #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan

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butterflypeatea3456 · 2 years ago

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Yandere! Alicent x Yandere! Rhaenyra x Reader x Yandere! Criston

Part 2 (There will probably be a 3rd)

As the years went by it’s be a lie to say it was all smooth sailing. Though in the present you lived a more than comparable life. Between the lavish gowns of emerald green and ruby red. All gifts from Alicent and Rhaenyra, often they loved to personally dress you in. And a large chamber right between theirs. That you and Ser Cole often shared.

When Alicent and Viserys married, you ended up spending more time with Rhaenyra. As Alicent became more busy with matters of the kingdom, that concerned the young Queen. As much as you tried to mediate the tension between the two. It pushed you further into Criston’s arms. Not that he minded, using the situation to his benefit. Often you spent time with him, especially during meals. He tried his hardest not too bad mouth Rhaenrya in front of you. After she rejected his plan of the three of you running away together.

Little did you know you are a big chunk of what caused these tensions. As a married woman, Alicent was not permitted to spend as much time with you. Always in the corner of her eyes, she saw Rhaenrya you around without her. She and Ser Cole agreed that you were getting too far away. More and more often you started being called to the Queen’s champers. With Alicent’s reasons stemming from only liking the way, you brewed her tea. To help her dress for the day. During these times in her chambers, she’d send all the other servants away and Ser Cole would be the only guard present.

The ever going rift between the three disheartened you. They were really the only people in the castle that made your stay enjoyable. But the issues they had with one another were things you couldn’t remedy from your perspective. You were growing ever aware of how close by the Queen, Princess, and Knight kept you. Not you minded, as odd as the behaviors struck you at time.

They made you feel important, more than a mere Lady could ever dream of. But it also made you afraid, if you lost favor between them it could very well be a factor. In when your maidenhood would end and you would have to wed. If you no longer seemed to wield influence to your family or proximity to the throne.

It seemed like one day the problems between Rhaenrya, Alicent, and Cristion came to a full stop. Much to your confusion, one day the two women were icy towards each other. And the next you all walked the Red Keep arm in arm. With Alicent on your left, Rhaenrya on the right, while Cristion followed closely.

What you didn’t know is that Rhaenrya overheard a conversation between her father, your's, and Otto Hightower. She was simply going to speak with her father at another time till your name was mentioned. She already had a strong dislike of her father’s hand. But his suggestion made her want to feed him to Syrax as a mid-day snack. He was trying to convince them to betrothed you to his son. Her only friend left under the control of that man. She was convinced that you’d be treated terribly, so much so that she immediately went to tell Alicent.

When Alicent heard the news she felt a flurry of emotions. You were one of the only things untouched by her father. But in a sense, you’d be closer to her. But what if your marriage made you as unhappy as she was? Rhaenrya put a comforting hand on her old friend’s shoulder. An olive branch, Alicent realized, that you would be soon be married off. If not to her brother then some other lord. That would surely keep you away from her, and Alicent could not stand this, she wouldn’t.

Ser Criston was then brought into the conversation. She was aware that he, she, and Rhaenrya felt strongly about you. And that Criston and Rhaenrya had spent some ‘time’ together. Alicent never held any of those feelings for her guard, or men in general. But she felt a growing need for you. Rhaenrya devised a bold plan to keep you with them. That Ser Cole would ‘convince’ your suitors or betrothed to change their mind. While Alicent convinced the King to allow Criston to marry. In particular, marry you. And you would continue to live in the castle between the three of them.

Criston could almost not believe what he was hearing. That he could continue to be a knight but have you forever. Granted he knew that he wasn’t the only one between the Queen and Princess. But you would be his to love, worship, protect, sire children with. All he had to do was get his hands a little dirty, but Criston was sure the mother would forgive him. After all, it was out of duty and protection.

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Misery and Misfortune Pt. 1 (BSD Fanfic)

Hello, hello, I bring you all some pain, and this time, I have a friend bringing the pain with me! This is a collaboration work between @hyaha-ha-ha and I, so I hope you all enjoy! CW: MCD, Gore, Body Horror

No one knows when it started.

No one knows how it came to be.

But everyone knows just how deadly it is.

I fear for those I care about.

I fear for everyone.

—Yosano Akiko

When the news of a mysterious infection making its way through Yokohama began, Yosano wasn’t even in the city to witness it. She’d been at the other end of the country, at a conference for doctors to get together and talk about the newest treatments. Although she wasn’t the most… conventional doctor, Fukuzawa had been insistent that she attend, so, she had. And while, she would much rather be tormenting her co-workers by strapping them down and removing their limbs when they were foolish enough to get themselves injured, she did have to admit that it was interesting to learn new things.

She also had a feeling it was a ploy to get her to experience things that normal doctors, with normal lives, and normal educations got to experience on a daily basis, which she did appreciate. Fukuzawa had always tried to give her a normal life—well, as normal as a life could be when it came to growing up with Fukuzawa and Ranpo who were very much not normal—after rescuing her from Mori all those years ago, and she’d been forever grateful. And while she didn’t regret how her life had turned out, there were times where she wished that her life had been different. That Mori had never plucked her from the candy store and whisked her away to war.

So with no hesitation, she packed a bag and hopped on the next train to Osaka, the goodbye’s of her co-workers echoing in her ears.

Goodbye’s that had involved warning Dazai against raiding her medicine cabinet—regardless of whether it was a joke or not—and telling Ranpo to eat an actual meal instead of his snacks for once, whilst also making sure that Kunikida didn’t stress himself out while she was gone because she knew him well enough to know that he would the moment she was gone. She’d made sure to check in with the younger members as well—because she did care despite her constant threats of bodily harm, and Atsushi and Kyouka still responded well to knowing that people actually cared about them—and had even made sure to have a quick break with Fukuzawa before her train. And it’d been nice, to see them all happy and smiling, and full of jokes and teasing quips.

It made her believe that everything would be alright.

Not that there’d been any reason to believe otherwise, because as chaotic and accident prone as her precious, put together, little family was, they were more than capable of handling any crisis that was thrown their way.

If only she’d known then, just how wrong she was.

The reporter on the news spoke of an infection of an unknown origin, bringing with it a rash, and open sores, along with a fever that could kill if it got out of hand. They also spoke of how it was unknown just how many people were infected, and that there was no reason to worry. Yosano wasn’t stupid though, and neither was any other doctor in the room currently. They all threw each other uneasy glances, and quiet murmurs broke out across the room, some groups discussing potential causes, and others already coming up with ways of treating it when they got back to their respective hospitals, even though, so far, it was restricted to just Yokohama.

And that was how the rest of the conference went; there was no panic, no fretting, only quiet discussion about what was going on in a city several hours away. Yosano herself, fell into the lull, keeping one eye on the news just like everyone else was, but focusing most of her attention on the people speaking. She wanted to go back and be able to prove that she’s actually learnt something while she’d been gone.

But the days passed, and the news became more frequent.

It was an infection they said, and medicine in this day and age, accompanied by the few skill users with healing abilities, meant that it wouldn’t be long before it was dealt with and forgotten.

It was an infection they said; no one had died, and it hadn’t been discovered outside of Yokohama yet, so it clearly wasn’t airborne, nor was it in the water.

It’s just an infection, Yosano told herself, watching as images of patients in hospitals flicked across the screen, dread filling her stomach that she couldn’t quite understand the origin of.

It’s just an infection, she continued to say, as the phone in her hand lit up with the President’s number.

Yosano wasn’t the type to believe in God; had never had a reason to with the life that she’d lived, with all that pain and suffering that she’d worked hard to put behind her. After all, what kind of God would just sit by and allow an eleven-year-old to suffer as much as she had? What had she done that was no bad to warrant that kind of torment? Not only that, but what God would endorse such a war to happen in the first place where she, a child, had needed to be on the battlefield?

After all these years, she still didn’t have an answer.

And when she arrived back at the Agency, and stepped into the infirmary, what little belief she somehow still had, vanished.

Yosano didn’t know what to think at first, when her eyes fell upon Dazai, his bandages unravelled and replaced with plastic covers that showed the gaping wounds being protected by them, the wires that were connected to him, monitoring his vitals, and the needle in his hand providing nutrition. Her heart skipped a beat, as she forced her eyes away from her friends almost… decaying form, to see Dazai staring at her, expression one that could only be attributed to pain, although she couldn’t be sure he was actually looking at her, eyes glazed with fever and staring right through her almost.

It was the weakest that she’d ever seen him, and she’d seen him on death’s door multiple times.

She stepped closer. “Dazai…”

Dazai’s eyes focused just long enough for him to notice her, and a smile grew on his face. “Yosano-sensei, how kind of you to rush back for little old me.”

“The President called me.” Yosano said, striding over to the bed and taking one of Dazai’s arms into her own to study it. This close, she could see the wound more clearly, see the bone underneath the flesh that had seemingly rotted away, blood leaking from the hole that was left behind. The sheer size of the wound concerned her; spreading up the length of the limb and disappearing underneath the gown that her colleague was wearing. Further up, she could see cracks in the skin on the right side of his face, not quite bleeding, but threatening to.

She’d never seen anything like it.

But she knew what it was.

Despite wishing wholeheartedly that it was anything but.

Yosano looked towards where Kunikida was sitting, looking more stressed than he ever had before. “How did this happen?”

“We aren’t sure.” Kunikida sighed, slumping forward to rest his head in his hands. He took a deep breath. “We pulled the idiot from the river about a week ago, and of course, he got sick from it. But then… he got worse. And now he’s like this.”

“Ah I’ll be fine. Now that you’re here, I’ll be fine.” Dazai interjected, tugging his hand free to drop back against the mattress. Neither Yosano nor Kunikida missed the way it dropped like deadweight, as there was no muscle to support the limb, nor the pained grimace that followed.

Yosano smiled, hoping that it conveyed the confidence that she did not feel in that moment. Her mind drifted away, back towards that of the news report about a mysterious infection spreading around Yokohama.

An infection that currently, had no cure.

Not that she would let that stop her.

She was Akiko Yosano, the Angel of Death. She wasn’t going to let some unknown infection get the best of her, not in her life.

“Well, Dazai.” Yosano said, reaching out a hand to smooth Dazai’s sweat-soaked hair, ignoring the heat that she felt, even through her glove. Dazai’s eyes focused on her once again. “Let’s see if we can’t get you fixed up.”

Yet, for all her efforts, Dazai continued to get sicker, and sicker. No matter what medicine she pumped him with, no matter how many times she and Kunikida cleaned the wounds, he just continued to waste away right in front of them. And because they weren’t sure how exactly Dazai had contracted the infection, Yosano made the decision to bar everyone but herself and Kunikida from the infirmary whilst they tried to figure it out; a decision that wasn’t well received. Atsushi had tried to force his way past her, desperate to see his mentor, but he’d calmed when Kyouka—bless her—had slid up to him and explained that Yosano wasn’t doing this to be cruel, she just didn’t want them to get sick as well.

Yosano had appreciated it, and promised Atsushi that the moment that Dazai was allowed visitors again, she’d let him know.

The first thing to do, other than manage Dazai’s symptoms, was discover how he’d even contracted the infection in the first place, which meant running through every aspect of Dazai’s life leading up until his collapse; a task made nearly impossible, not from Dazai’s unwillingness to talk, but because he was rarely lucid enough for them to even ask as the infection continued to ravage him. It’d gotten to the point where Yosano started to grow concerned that Dazai would die, so she’d made the decision to amputate his arm in a desperate attempt to stop the infection from spreading.

At first, Kunikida had argued, but he’d quickly given in when Yosano had argued back that at this point, they had nothing to lose.

It was one of the few times where she cursed being unable to use her ability on Dazai.

But after the surgery, Yosano felt nothing but relief when Dazai opened his eyes, and almost immediately cracked a joke about his missing arm, eyes clearer than they had been in a long time. It was almost as if Dazai hadn’t been sick in the first place, and once he’d rested from the surgery, she grilled him on what he’d been doing, what he’d been eating, and who he’d interacted with, but his answers had provided nothing.

All he’d been doing was walking around Yokohama, trying to find the ideal spot to die, nothing out of the ordinary for her eccentric friend.

But since it didn’t seem like Dazai would infect everyone else, Yosano didn’t see an issue with allowing the others to visit Dazai, although she did insist that they all wear masks and gloves just in case.

The last thing she wanted was to deal with an outbreak when she didn’t have a set treatment in mind.

“He’s going to die; you know that right?” Yosano was dragged out of her thoughts by the sound of Ranpo throwing himself up on top of her desk, twirling a lollipop in his hand. The words were harsh, and didn’t match the indifferent expression on Ranpo’s face, but Yosano knew better, knew just how much her oldest friend cared about Dazai.

Yosano sighed and glanced over her shoulder where Dazai was listening to Atsushi talk about his day, a bowl of half-eaten chazuke in his hand. “I know.”

Ranpo hummed. “Are you going to tell them?”

“They already know.” At least, she thought they did. She hoped they did, because if they didn’t… well, she didn’t quite have an answer for that. Yosano let out another sigh, and turned to face Ranpo. “Have you been asked by the police for help.”

“Not yet.” Ranpo said. “It’s only a matter of time though, since people are starting to die now, so I’m sure they’ll come begging for my assistance like they always do.”

“Do you know what’s causing it?”

“Causing it? Not yet. How it spreads? Yes.” Ranpo shoved the lollipop into his mouth, his attention focused on Dazai and the others surrounding him. “It’s through blood-to-blood contact, before you ask.”

Yosano frowned, filing the information away for later to deal with. She’d encountered infections of the blood before, but most of them had some other requirement involved for them to actually infect people; seldom was it as simple as blood-to-blood. But it would make sense for it to be so simply, really. It was common for the deadliest of diseases to be transmitted easily, that was what made them so deadly in the first place. And it didn’t make them easy to cure either.

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” Ranpo went on to say. “Dazai will die, but you did what you could, and he knows that. It’s why he’s still smiling, so people can remember him for that instead of rotting away in a bed.”

She didn’t think she’d done nearly enough to try and help, but it was nice of Ranpo to try and offer some comfort to her. She gave him a soft look. “Are you going to be okay? When he dies, I mean?”

Ranpo refused to look at her, his body tense. “It’s not like I have a choice. He’s dying whether I want him to or not.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ll say my goodbyes later once everyone’s gone.” Ranpo hopped of her desk and began to leave, stopping right beside her just long enough to speak quietly. “Just find a cure, okay?”

I will. Yosano thought, going back to her research.

She had to.

But just as Ranpo had predicted, Dazai died.

It was a painful death, it had to be with the way Dazai’s flesh peeled from his skin, leaving nothing but bone. It took days for him to finally pass, the fever finally becoming too much for his body to handle and causing total organ failure. Yosano had done everything she could to help, had tried everything she’d learnt over the years, but none of it had been enough, and in the end, all she could do was sit by Dazai’s bedside with Kunikida beside her, and hold her friends’ hand as he lost the fight to live.

“Don’t mourn me… too much, Yosano-sensei… we all knew I would be… the first to die…”

That was what Dazai had said in his final moment of clarity, and honestly, she wanted to smack him for it. Of course she was going to mourn Dazai, he was her friend, and he’d left a bigger impact on the Agency than he thought he had. He’d brought jokes, and joy, and that weird friendship of his that only Dazai could do, and she, along with everyone else, were going to miss him. She hadn’t cried when he died, too focused on keeping herself composed as she shared the news with those that hadn’t been in the room, and afterwards, there’d been so many tears from everyone else that it didn’t feel right for her to break down too.

But if she shed a few tears over a shared bottle of sake between her and Ranpo, who was to know but them?

After Dazai’s death, Yosano thought that the end of it.

They held a funeral, said their goodbyes, and did their best to push onwards. For a while, work was slow, on account of everyone struggling to cope with the subdued atmosphere, which eventually led to Fukuzawa making the decision to close the Agency for the week, just to give them the time they needed to deal and start healing. A decision that everyone was quick to follow.

Once that week was up, and everyone was back at work, things almost seemed to go back to normal. Well, not normal per se—because there was nothing normal about watching a co-worker and friend slowly waste away—but as normal as it could be. Although, for Yosano, life continued to grow more chaotic. The hospitals, having heard of her encounter with the infection, summoned her to see if she could try to help with the influx of victims, so most of her time was spent there, trying to help, but only watching more people die.

There was still no cure, still no idea on the origin of the infection, only a steadily growing death toll and fear amongst the general population.

And then she walked into the Agency, where she watched Kunikida collapse in front of her, blood spilling from the cracks in his face, and her heart stopped. Not again.

Like with Dazai, Yosano took Kunikida to the infirmary and refused entry to anyone that wasn’t her. She did what she could to get Kunikida’s vitals up, hoping that he would regain consciousness and be able to tell her how he got infected—which she already knew thanks to Ranpo deducing that it was contact with blood, but she needed to know when. Knowing when Kunikida had gotten infected would give them an idea as to how long it took the infection to present itself, and that kind of knowledge was vital in an epidemic.

But Kunikida never woke up.

And Yosano was forced to watch yet another friend die.

It was cruel, it was awful, and Yosano cursed every God that she knew of for allowing the most important people in her life to die from some stupid, incurable infection. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, but right now, she couldn’t. Right now, she had to be strong, had to provide a brave face to show the others that she knew what she was doing, that there was still hope to be had, even though she continued to lose it as the days passed.

Like Dazai, Kunikida’s flesh began to rot away, and honestly, it was a testament to just how much the human body could survive, as Kunikida’s arms were nothing but bone, yet he was somehow still fighting. And even though Kunikida was comatose, she kept him dosed on painkillers, just in case there was a part of him that was hurting; otherwise, she used the time to study the symptoms of the infection, to note how fast it spread and the order it happened in, comparing Kunikida’s suffering to Dazai’s and finding them almost the same.

There were a few variances, but that was expected with infections; everyone was different after all. Everyone’s body reacted to things differently; it was why Kunikida had started bleeding from his face first whilst Dazai rotted.

Not that it made it any less painful to know that.

This time, it was Fukuzawa that sat by her side as Kunikida slowly died in front of her. She appreciated the company, spent most of the time leaning against his shoulder as they sat in silence together. It was obvious from the tension in his face, that he was worried about the way that things were going, and that he felt a little helpless at not being able to do much more than support her. It was probably how the rest of the Agency felt, being trapped outside the infirmary as they were, and she felt guilty that she couldn’t risk allowing them to help her. She just couldn’t risk anyone else getting infected. It was already dangerous enough keeping infected people in the infirmary here, instead of taking them to the hospital like the government was asking of people.

“I’m sorry I can’t save him.” Yosano found herself saying, her voice quiet in the despair of the room. She ducked her head and stared at her hands. Maybe Shunzen was right. Maybe she was an Angel of Death after all, hands bloodied by the bodies of people she tried to save and failed.

Maybe she should just—

“You did what you could.” Fukuzawa interrupted before her thoughts could send her spiralling. He gave her a comforting pat. “Kunikida and Dazai know that.”

“But does everyone else?” Yosano retorted. “I’ve kept them from being here, to keep them safe, but for all I know, they hate me for not doing more!”

“They don’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

Fukuzawa tightened his grip on her, voice firm. “They don’t hate you.”

“But—”

“They don’t.” Fukuzawa insisted. “They merely wish that they could do more to help. Situations like this can leave many feeling helpless and we, are no different. You need not apologise for the decisions you make to keep us safe.”

Yosano bit her lip to keep the apology on the tip of her tongue from escaping, and just gave a single nod. There wasn’t anything more she could say on the matter, not without making Fukuzawa repeat himself. Her eyes rested upon Kunikida’s shivering form; death would come for her friend soon, and she resolved to let him be the last. She would do everything that she could to stop anyone else she cared about from succumbing to this infection.

Two days later, Kunikida died.

And this time, Yosano allowed them to grieve him properly.

She spent hours sterilising the room from top to bottom, removing all traces of blood, and covering the wounds that had killed Kunikida to prevent even the slightest drop of blood from escaping. And only then, once she was sure that the room was as clean as it could be, did she allow everyone to come and say goodbye. Yosano knew she’d done right when Atsushi stepped into the room, took one look at the man that had taken him under his wing, and promptly burst into tears.

She had to leave the room then.

She didn’t go far, just outside into the main office where she leant against the wall, listening through the cracked door as everyone shared their final words with Kunikida, shedding tears over the person that had supported their endeavours at the Agency the most. It warmed her heart to hear such words spoken, she just wished that he hadn’t had to die to hear them. And for the first time in her life, she tried to believe that Kunikida’s spirit was there, along with Dazai’s, watching over them and giving them the strength to continue.

They were going to need it.

In the wake of Kunikida’s death, Yosano found herself being called away from the Agency more often than not, the government and local hospitals hearing of their encounters, however brief, with the infection and wanting to know more about her findings in studying the infection. The people she spoke to sounded hopeful on the phone, and Yosano felt nothing but guilt as she crushed that hope into tiny pieces by being unable to provide any information that wasn’t already known. It also crushed her to know that she hadn’t discovered anything new about the infection, but there was a determination building within her, one born from the desire to not lose anyone else that she considered family.

The television in the Agency was permanently left on, at least one channel always reporting on the status of the infection, updating people on how many were infected and where the worst rate of infection was. As expected, Suribachi City was affected the worst; the ruined city had been cordoned off the moment the public discovered the method of transmission, with no one allowed to enter or leave, no matter what. This caused some argument, and a lot of distress, as it meant that the people trapped within the city were sentenced to a slow and painful death, without any means of relief.

Yosano considered herself capable of controlling her emotions, but after watching two of her oldest friends die to the infection, she couldn’t help but cry over the people in Suribachi City.

Weeks passed, and the situation worsened around them, but the atmosphere within the Agency was a positive one as no one else fell to the infection—mostly due to Fukuzawa’s decision for them to remain indoors unless absolutely necessary. Which wasn’t hard to do considering that in the wake of a deadly infection, people weren’t exactly scrambling for their services. This newfound free time of theirs was spent doing whatever kept their focus off the news; reading, playing games, swapping stories with each other. It was almost as this were just a casual sleepover instead of an attempt to stay safe.

Yosano couldn’t bring herself to relax, going over her notes over and over again until she would collapse at her desk. She couldn’t relax, no matter how many times the others pleaded with her to take a break.

She’d already failed them twice; she wouldn’t do it again.

So of course, the infection made her eat her words.

Rumours began to spread that those suffering from the infection would do their best to seek out contact with others, not because they wanted to infect others, but because the infection took their ability to stay warm. And who was warm but living, healthy, people?

This made the infection more deadly, considering all it took to get infected was the tiniest cut, and naturally, not long after the news had dropped, the death toll began to rose, bring with it, crushing despair and a lack of hope for their situation ever getting better. Yokohama was now in lockdown mode, a last-ditch effort to stop the infection spreading. No one was to leave, even to get supplies, and those that risked it, were left to die in the streets.

The hospitals turned their focus to those that were uninfected, ejecting the victims of the infection onto the streets, breaking their vows to save all lives no matter what, just to try and save who remained. These hospitals swore that they’d focus on finding a cure, and that when they did, the people they threw out would be welcomed back and treated, but it didn’t take a genius to know those were empty words. The infection was killing faster now, spreading even faster to try and take down as many people as it could.

It was a logical decision really, to sacrifice the lives of the few to save the lives of the many, but already, two-quarters of Yokohama’s population was infected, and one-quarter dead, so who were they saving really?

No one, that’s who.

So, Yosano wasn’t surprised when her more empathetic colleagues wanted to help those that had been abandoned, even if it was just venturing out to get people indoors, to get them food and water so that they may stand a chance of pulling through the epidemic. And try as she might, Yosano couldn’t stop them.

Kenji.

Kyouka.

Atsushi.

One by one she watched them die, her heart fracturing as she tried desperately to save them, only to fail. Even Atsushi, who’s skill allowed him to regenerate, succumbed to the infection in the end. But… Yosano learnt something from that, and she kicked herself over not considering it sooner. As Atsushi lay there in the infirmary bed, skin literally melting off of his bones, she watched as his body tried to fix it; the damaged skin would knit back together, as if he’d never been infected in the first place, only for the wounds to reappear days later.

It was an endless cycle, one filled with pain and agony, and ultimately, it ended with Atsushi losing his mind.

At that point, it was just her, Atsushi, Ranpo, and Fukuzawa left in the building. Everyone else was dead. And when Atsushi became infected, Ranpo retreated immediately—not that Yosano could blame her friend, for despite being confronted with death since a young age like she had, it was different when they were people you cared about, and Ranpo had been struggling ever since Dazai first died months back—which left just her and Fukuzawa to do what they could for Atsushi.

No one could tell them that they hadn’t tried, because they had tried so, so hard, to keep Atsushi alive, praying that his body would somehow fight off the infection and a miracle would occur.

But instead of a miracle, a curse came.

The tiger inside Atsushi had always been uncontrollable, and was only placid due to Fukuzawa’s ability making it so. But the infection must’ve broken that connection, because as Atsushi’s healing ability failed, and his flesh rotted worse than it ever had, the tiger broke free. Yosano found herself shoved across the room as the tiger lunged for her and Fukuzawa, and she could only watch as Fukuzawa drew his sword and sliced Atsushi in half.

But not before sinking his teeth into the older man’s arm.

“NO!” Yosano threw herself onto her knees by Fukuzawa’s side, blinking rapidly as if that would make the wound go away. Only a few feet away, did Atsushi lay in his tiger form, eyes wide and dull, devoid of life, and Yosano knew she should do as she did, and take notes on the infection’s progression in the boy, but she couldn’t bring herself to, not when she had to come to term with the fact that she was going to lose the man that rescued and given her a new life.

Her shout must’ve been loud enough to catch Ranpo’s attention from wherever he’d sequestered himself, for she heard the infirmary door open, and the shattering of a ramune bottle seconds later.

And despite the fate that was coming for him, Fukuzawa smiled at them both, covering his wound with a hand. “It will be fine.” He said, voice filled with conviction as it always was. “I believe in the both of you.”

“There’s no cure—”

“We’ll cure it.” Ranpo’s determined words interrupted her own hopeless ones, and Yosano turned towards Ranpo. His eyes slid to look at her briefly, hardened, and devoid of emotion, before flicking back to Fukuzawa. Despite the look on his face, she could hear the pain in his voice. “We’ll cure it, so you better fight, President. You aren’t allowed to die.”

“I will do my best, Ranpo.”

The stakes were higher than ever before, with Fukuzawa infected, not only because of how much he meant to her, but because Ranpo became absolutely unbearable the moment that the man that had saved them both became so ill, he was a far cry from their saviour now. She tried not to snap at her friend when he was short with her, or when he demanded more than she could give, but it was hard not to when it felt like he was about to start biting her neck instead of merely breathing on it with how close he lingered. She understood his distress, was feeling much the same herself, and wanted nothing more than to find a cure to stop Fukuzawa from dying, but there was only so much she could do. Realistically, Yosano had already accepted that Fukuzawa was going to die, had prepared herself for it to happen, but Ranpo hadn't. Like when Fukuzawa had been infected by the Cannibalism skill all those months ago, Ranpo camped out by the older man's bedside, refusing to move, to eat, to sleep, and nothing Yosano said or did could change his mind.

It wasn't until she finally sat down and documented her observations on Atsushi that she finally gained a bit of hope.

Atsushi had only lasted as long as he did because of the regenerative qualities of his ability, and it reminded her of her own ability. She'd never thought to use her ability on the infection, since Dazai was immune to her skill to begin with, and after he’d died, she’d automatically assumed it would be like any other illness, and fail, but perhaps this was different. After all, the infection caused massive wounds, and those were something she could heal. And even if she couldn't cure the infection, perhaps she could buy enough time for a cure to be found.

Perhaps she would be able to save Fukuzawa.

So as Fukuzawa grew sicker, she fought the urge to amputate his limbs to try and stop the infection. She had to wait for it to take hold more, if she wanted the best chance at defeating it, no matter how much it pained her to do so. It was hard, when the flesh began to melt off his bones, and he gave into the pain he was feeling despite the heavy amount painkillers she supplied.

And finally, the time came for her to use her ability.

It was the first, and only, time she did it, and she watched Fukuzawa's chest fall still, butterflies filling the room, apprehension filling her body as she waited for it to restart. And right where he'd been sitting the entire time, Ranpo sat, clutching Fukuzawa's hand within his own, squeezing tight. His head was ducked so she couldn't see what kind of face he was making, but she could see his lips moving, recognising the words as a prayer—so unlike Ranpo with his usually uncaring nature towards anything spiritual. But dire situations brought out the desperation in even the strongest of people, and Ranpo surely must've reached his limit by now.

Time ticked by, and still, Fukuzawa's chest remained still.

And then, just as she was about to shatter, she saw it. A breath.

A singular breath.

It was weak and shaky, but it was there, and Yosano dove straight into doctor mode, taking Fukuzawa's vitals, and making sure that he had enough nutrients going into him to keep his body as strong as possible. She didn’t dare believe it, didn’t dare hope in case it was just a lie. But as the day passed by, those breaths grew stronger, and by evening, against the odds of everyone else they’d already lost, Fukuzawa opened his eyes.

"Did you cure it?" Fukuzawa asked. He was tired. Strained. Barely conscious, yet there was pride in his eyes.

"I'm not sure." Yosano admitted, ducking her head. "We'll just have to wait and see. Atsushi regenerated his wounds, but... they would reappear days later."

"Yeah, but Atsushi didn't have your healing ability." Ranpo huffed, looking more alive now that Fukuzawa was awake and talking. Yosano reckoned that if he could’ve, Ranpo would’ve crawled onto the bed right that instant. "You've cured it, I just know it. President's gonna be the first one to fight this stupid infection off, just you watch."

Yosano sincerely hoped that Ranpo was right.

And as the days passed, with Fukuzawa appearing to grow stronger, Yosano's hope began to return, along with a little optimism. She’d cured it. Every day, she checked Fukuzawa over, and every day, there were no wounds. But still, she held her breath, just in case it was false hope, and the infection was simply waiting to make a comeback.

She’d cured it.

A week passed by with no changes, just growth, and Fukuzawa was able to get out of bed, taking his first steps since becoming infected. And this time, she cried. Because she'd done it. She’d cured it—she'd cured the infection, and all she'd had to do was use the ability that she'd once despised. Fukuzawa held her close, whispering quiet words of reassurance, telling her that he was proud of her perseverance. After that, she pulled away, smiling, and Ranpo took her place, throwing himself at the President and finally unleashing his own tears that he'd been holding back for months.

"I'm going to grab some food from downstairs. If you can eat something, I'll contact the hospital and tell them that I've managed to cure it." Yosano said, leaving Fukuzawa and Ranpo alone in the infirmary as she made her way to the storage area, where they'd stocked up on food before needing to isolate—thanks to Atsushi. She couldn't help but feel excited, moving with a skip in her step. Even though she was still upset at not being able to save her friends and co-workers, being able to save Fukuzawa had given her hope. There was no doubt in her mind that she would miss them for as long as she lived. All of them had left an impact on her, however long or short they'd been in her life for. Her heart clenched, but she forced the feeling away. There would be time to mourn after they'd stopped the infection running rampant.

And mourn she would.

She'd grabbed a decent amount of food, enough to host a small party that she believed was well deserved after everything they’d been through, and was just heading up the stairs when she heard a loud crash, and her heart stopped dead in its tracks.

"YOSANO!"

Like lightning, Yosano bolted up the stairs, the food in her hands falling to the floor, but she didn't care. That'd been Ranpo's voice, and he'd sounded terrified. Ranpo was never scared, never fearful, never terrified, which was how she knew it was bad. Yosano threw open the main door to the Agency, and dashed over to the infirmary, grateful that she'd left that door open when she'd left.

And then froze.

Red. That was all she could see. There was so much of it over the floor, over everything, that you almost wouldn't believe that the room had once been white. And in amongst the red, Yosano saw a petrified green; Ranpo, covered in more blood than she'd ever seen on him before. There was so much of it that she felt nauseous, a hand coming to cover her mouth, her arm wrapping around her stomach. Ranpo was holding onto something—no, someone.

Fukuzawa.

She hadn’t cured it.

"He just—" Ranpo tried to say, only to choke on his words. He raised a hand and stared at the blood, shocked. Whatever had happened had been fast, too fast for his genius brain to comprehend. Yosano could see it kicking into gear though, and she wanted to cry. "I don't know what happened—he was talking, and then—and then he was on the ground."

Yosano threw herself onto her knees beside the two of them, jamming her hand into Fukuzawa's neck only to recoil as the flesh sunk beneath her touch. What...?

Now that she was close enough, she could see that the wounds she'd cured had returned, but worse than before. Fukuzawa’s hands were nothing but bone, the skin and muscle sliding off his skeleton even in death. Where his skin remained, it was soft, sinking in places almost as if the elder’s insides were liquifying themselves. Where Ranpo clutched at his mentor, his hands left bruising imprints—although upon closer inspection, Yosano saw that the skin had actually broken, and was literally falling off around her friend’s grip.

And his face—his face—

It was cracked and split all over, blood and what looked to be brain matter oozing out of the cracks.

Fukuzawa was dead before he'd even hit the ground.

"I'm sorry, Ranpo, I'm so sorry." Yosano sobbed, bowing her head. She should've known it was too good to be true, should've known that it wasn't as simple as just using an ability. Why would it ever work that way? It wasn’t like it had worked before for her. And now Fukuzawa was gone, leaving just her and Ranpo as the sole survivors of this cursed infection.

"I'm sorry too." Came the shaky response, and Yosano lifted her head to look at Ranpo in confusion, uncertain as to why he was apologising when there hadn't been anything he could've done in the first place.

But then Ranpo lifted his hand, covered in Fukuzawa's blood, and through that blood, Yosano could see a cut.

A tiny cut, but a cut all the same.

And Yosano's heart shattered.

Please…

… no more.

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twostepstyless · 2 years ago

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Stuffing the Turkey

Fic Advent Calendar Day 15

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Authors Note: Harry and Y/N host an annual friendsmas but there's one guest missing this year and Y/N is already stressing about hosting Christmas Day for their families this year.

As always, reblogs, likes and feedback of any variety is always encouraged and forever appreciated - G <3

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The saying goes, ‘if you can’t take the heat then get out of the kitchen,’ but that can be hard to do when you’re supposed to be in the kitchen preparing a meal for what was supposed to be eleven people, but Harry just dropped the bomb that it was actually going to be twelve people. He decided to tell her that this morning, not last week when he found about the additional person, who was apparently his mate Johnny’s new girlfriend. What is it with men and not seeing any rush in passing on information? Harry and Y/N were one wrong look or one more reproachful comment away from a full-blown argument at this point. 'Friendsmas' started on their second Christmas as a couple. Members of their individual friend group had met and gotten along extraordinarily well over the 18 months or so they had been together at the time and so came the idea to host a Christmas dinner and bring all their friends together for an evening and the tradition stuck.

This was the fifth year of Friendsmas. The cast of visitors rotated year to year, additional people brought in from making friends while working, friends from elsewhere who happened to be passing through London before Christmas, some people skipped a year for other commitments, some friends from their hometowns who came down for the event especially. No matter who was coming, they usually had a house full of people. Regular attendees included Mitch and Sarah who spent some time in the U.K. with her family before Christmas so always popped in for the free meal, and to see Harry in his frilly apron. Y/N’s childhood best friend, Audrey, also attended every single year. Well, apart from this year, she told Y/N a few weeks ago that she had a work deadline and unavoidable meeting the day of the dinner and to say that Y/N was devastated was an understatement. Y/N wouldn’t even be travelling to her hometown over Christmas this year, so she didn’t know when she’d get to see Audrey next. Her missing Audrey didn’t disguise how fuming she was at Harry though.

“I don’t even know if we have enough to feed an extra person,” Y/N sighed, exasperated.

“Don’t start with that, y’know we have more than enough, we’re usually eating leftovers until Christmas,” Harry shot back while stirring the soup they had simmering away on the stove top, “Christ, y’could’ve chopped the veg a little smaller, love, it’s taking ages to soften,” Harry said, he thought innocently but it sounded as if he was criticising her work, while peering into the bubbling pot.

Y/N’s head snapped round to glare at the back of his head, “I’d have liked to have even seen you pick up a knife to chop the veg, love.”

“Eh, excuse me, I sorted out all the main course options, did I not?” Harry abandoned the simmering soup to turn around, looking comical with his hands on his hips clad in his red gingham apron that was decorated with frills and ruffles.

“Oh please, you took everything out the packaging and stuck it in the oven and the slow cooker,” Y/N rolled her eyes, going back to her task of slicing carrots and parsnips to go with the main course.

“I had my hand up that turkey’s arsehole, stuffing it for you because it makes you feel sick, I don’t even eat turkey and I still done it, so don’t give me that,” Harry retorted, he watched her back as he saw her head bow down and heard a sigh escape her lips, “want t’tell me the real reason you’re all grumpy, hm?”

“M’not grumpy,” Y/N turned in her seat to look at him, sounding very grumpy. He walked over to where she was sat preparing the vegetables at the table in the kitchen and he perched on the edge of the table.

“Sure, you’re not,” he said sarcastically, before his tone softened when he saw her expression, she looked weary, for lack of a better word. “Hey, c’mon pretty, what’s wrong?”

“I’m just stressed about the dinner,” Y/N muttered, dropping the paring knife she was using onto the cutting board and began playing with a loose thread on her jumper, avoiding his gaze, embarrassed she had been quite rude to him.

“Why? This is not our first rodeo with having everyone round for this dinner, we’ve been doing it five years now, I think we’ve got it down to a fine art by now,” Harry looked bemused, they really did have a good system going for preparing for tonight, but one thing after another seemed to irritate each other and cause things to go wrong.

“It’s not this dinner I’m stressed about,” she whispered.

Harry placed his hand under chin and moved her head, so she was finally looking at him, “explain please,” he gently coaxed.

“Christmas Day dinner,” Y/N stated, as Harry’s eyes searched hers, “it’s just we’re having both our families here for the first time for Christmas day and I know we usually help out if we’re at m’parents or your mums, but we’re doing everything this year, and tonight jus’ feels like a practice run and we keep arguing and making mistakes and what if we ruin everyone’s Christmas and I don’t want us to fight on Christmas either,” Y/N spilled out, chin quivering with emotion as her lips settled in a downturned expression.

“Okay, first of all,” Harry said as he crouched down in front of her, so he was perched just under her eyeline, as he held onto her clasped hands that were sat in her lap, “we’re not arguing, have we said some comments that have annoyed the other? Yeah, but m’not angry or upset with you and we’re not going to argue on Christmas either,” Harry said with a sort of finality in his voice, as Y/N nodded, she knew it was just her mind racing away on her that was causing all these thoughts. “Secondly, nothing has went wrong today, we’ve went a long way for a short cut, but nearly everything is prepped, it’s just the case of putting it in the oven at the right time, isn’t it?” his thumbs rubbed slow circles onto her hands.

“Yeah,” Y/N looked around their busy kitchen, as much as they had had their moments today, Harry was right, everything was ready, just about, Y/N was in the process of finishing up the vegetables and everything they could have done was finished.

“Right see, we’ve got it down to an art, and on Christmas Day, we’re just going to do an exact repeat of what we did today, it’ll all be muscle memory,” he reassured her before a grin took over his face, “and it’s our family. D’you really think they’d sit by and let us do everything, my mum will have her hand up that turkey before she’s even taken her coat off,” Harry laughed.

“I’m being mental, aren’t I?” Y/N asked.

“Not mental, y’just care about making it perfect for everyone,” he smiled, pressing up on his feet to give her a soft kiss she happily returned, “an’ m’sorry for not telling you about us having an extra guest until this morning, I just didn’t think.”

“No, you’re right, we always have a tonne of extra food, we could have four extra people show up and still have leftovers, think I just woke up stressed and took it out on you, I’m sorry,” she broke one of her hands free to run it through his hair that he had left loose and wild on top of his head, “and thank you,” she trailed off.

“S’okay, m’heart,” he forgave her, “why are y’saying thank you?” he quizzed.

“Thank you for sticking your hand up the turkey to stuff it ‘cause y’know it makes me feel gross, even though I accused you of not doing anything,” she smiled softly.

“I’d stick my hand up a hundred turkeys if you needed me too,” Harry chuckled, “now why don’t y’go get washed up and changed for people coming, I’ll finish these up,” he nodded to the half-prepared tray of vegetables.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, go get even prettier, though I’m still not sure that’s physically possible,” Harry flirted before pulling her to her feet and sending her on her way out of the kitchen with a pat to her bum.

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The dining table was lit by the soft light of the dinner candles that were in the centre of the table and decorated other surfaces around the room, the glow making the glassware sparkle and cutlery gleam in the light. The couple had gotten their posh crockery, cutlery, and glassware out for their soiree, and had the table decorated with heavy cloths, ornate napkin rings and a Christmas cracker placed at every setting. The room was buzzing with chatter and laughter, as they all shared a drink before their meal, taking the time to catch up with all their guests. There was still one seat empty though, Johnny’s new girlfriends place. Y/N thought it was strange that he showed up without her but no one else seemed to voice it, so she paid it no mind. Harry had donned his frilly apron again, this time over his cream suit he wore for the evening, rather than the ratty t-shirt and sweatpants look he wore earlier. He was popping in and out the room as he made sure everything was coming along for their first course as he forced Y/N to sit down and have a glass of wine with everyone before she got up to help him. As she was hearing a story from one of Harry’s friends from home about their staff Christmas night out where the boss got so drunk, they had to send a companywide apology email the next morning, the doorbell rang.

“Y/N/N, can you get the door, love, I’m just starting to plate up,” Harry called through from the kitchen.

“Got it! Johnny, it must be your missus, y’want to come get the door?” Y/N asked leaning over the table to catch his attention.

“No, it’s okay Y/N, I’ll be here,” Johnny said, there was a hint of something strange in his tone and in the expression on his fence as Y/N looked confused before leaving the room to get the door when the bell rang again.

“Weird,” she muttered under her breath before her hand grasped the door handle and twisted, opening the heavy, wooden door.

There was a woman, her back turned to Y/N, she had a thick, woollen, pink coat on, and her hair fell down her back. Very familiar hair at that, “hi, welcome, come on i-” Y/N cut herself off as the woman turned round. “Audrey?” Y/N gasped, as her best friend twisted round to face her with a grin so wide that it could split the sky in two graced her face.

“The one and only, in the flesh. Hiya babes,” Audrey held her arms out to her sides as if to present herself before Y/N flung herself out the front door into her friends awaiting embrace.

“What in the fuck are you doing here?” Y/N squealed, bouncing the two women up and down as she kept her grip around her friend’s middle. She broke away, eyeing her friend with the same earth-shattering smile.

“Ask y’fella,” Audrey nodded behind Y/N as Y/N unlatched herself from Audrey to turn round to see Harry leaning against the open doorway, arms crossed, tea towel slung over his shoulder, a fond smile on his face, that made his dimple appear, etched onto his face as he watched the two friends reunite. “I genuinely wasn’t going to make it, Harry called me last week to double check, but he phoned about two minutes after I got an email saying the meeting was cancelled and the deadline pushed to the new year. Mr. Man over there snapped his fingers and here I am, and I’m bloody starving, hope you’ve got enough,” Audrey said, sarcastic in her last sentence, knowing they always made far too much.

“Look at you two scheming behind m’back,” Y/N’s eyes flitted between Audrey and Harry as she led Audrey into the house, taking her coat off her to put away.

“Happy I didn’t tell you about our extra guest, now?” Harry whispered in Y/N’s ear as Audrey knelt to pet Harry and Y/N’s dog, Vinnie, who was loving all the extra attention from the guests in their home, he had only just removed himself from lying under the dining table so he could meet the new visitor at the door.

“Best surprise,” Y/N reached up to kiss his lips briefly, “thank you, that’s you got all the brownie points today, got m’best friend here and had your hand up the turkey’s arsehole, y’like Prince Charming,” she giggled against his lips before kissing him again.

“Shall we get this thing going, first course is ready, m’love,” Harry broke away as he began to walk back to the kitchen with her following to help him.

“Let’s do it,” Y/N said confidently, “Audrey, go take a seat, y’next to me and H,” she smiled at her friend before pausing, “wait, y’not actually Harry’s mate Johnny’s missus, are you?”

“Never even met the fella, but by the end of the night and a few glasses of the good stuff,” she raised the glass of wine Harry had given her up to Y/N as she stood in the doorway of the dining room, “who knows?” she shrugged with a wink before disappearing into the rabble of their friends that filled their dining room as their laughter filled the room and coloured their home with joy.

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nana-kom · 1 year ago

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Hi 👋🏻

So...this is my first weight gain fic and l'm a little bit shy about it. I know it's not perfect but it's the first one and I really really want to try it so there it is...also maybe there would be a part 2 if I’m feeling satisfied with this fic.

Also ! I would like to add that English is not my first langage so please be nice about it. It was difficult to find the good vocabularies but I try my best.

And this a wg story, if you don't like it don't read.

Hyunjin’s new routine

Hyunjin has always been a slim guy, taking care of his body and making sure that he was not eating too much and was always conscious about the calories and the amount of food that he was eating. Despite having a strict diet it was something he doesn’t really enjoy and since he doesn’t go to gym or work out he simply choose to keep eating healthy. The reason of that was his family, they have always been really strict about food and the way he was suppose to look, in definition slim and thin.

But now Hyunjin move out of the family house and start living with his seven friends for going to university. And of course, everyone according to say that Hyunjin was eating sadly. With this big change, he became even more careful about his weight. Checking basically everyday, sometimes he simply wish he could give up on everything and start eating has he really wants…like he really really wants.

Maybe this day was coming sonner as he tough.

See, living with people can easily make you take bad habits. For exemple, Minho was always making too much food for everyone and they have to take several days to finish his meal. Felix was always around making new dessert and wanted everybody to taste it, not to mention Jeongin who always bring bread to the apartment. Hyunjin was really struggling with his diet, he wonder how everyone here can eat like that and keep a slim figure.

« It’s okay to take few pounds Hyunjin. Even more on you first year of college ! » Say Changbin one night.

« But I’ve always follow my parents diet… I don’t really want to…start taking bad habits…Im not saying that you guys have bad habits of course ! But it’s was not like that at home. »

« I know don’t worry, and Hyunjin…Your parents are not here and if you so scared of taking some pound you can do sport with me, Chan and Jisung ! That’s would be great right ? »

And everything start that day, Hyunjin think that was actually a good idea. He can relax about eating and go to gym with his friend. So this morning, when he wakes up, he starts eating some of Felix’s brownies. There were so good in his mouth, for the first time without blaming himself he ate with a great pleasure. And he was not thinking about his weight or anything but just the taste of it, there were sweet and soft, and without realizing he finished the rest of them. For the lunch, he decided to go to the fast food, it was just next to his following class. For the first time since a year he choose to eat a burger, he doesn’t hesitate at all, and add a large portion of fries and even take some nuggets for his first big meal not forgetting to add a soda. When he makes his first bite in his burger, he already feel so good. He doesn’t has the habits to eat grassy food but this burger right now was the most delicious in the world for him. After finishing the burger, he start feeling full but he doesn’t want to finish right now, so he keep eating the fries with the nuggets ignoring his stomach how was hurting a little. Everything makes him so happy, he feel satisfied, after struggling with the end of his meal, he sighed and start wondering if he could get up right now ! This is so great. He thinks while feeling his belly expand a little, simply falling in the pleasure of fullness, he also knows he can’t be fat…after all, he would go to gym with Changbin…

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« Diner is ready ! » Scream Minho in the kitchen.

It’s been a week now since he changes his diet , right now Hyunjin was finish eating donuts (that’s Jeongin buy him, not questioning that) and heard Minho. He takes at least a minute to get up from his bed and start going to the living room to have his favorite meal while having a hand on his back supporting the food he had all day. In this back and sometimes in front of him, Felix and Jisung called that : pregnant pose, and Hyunjin was always roll his eyes at them. Back in the living room, Minho start serving everyone and Hyunjin take so more than usually, everyone keep looking at him, happy to see Hyunjin eating so well but still wondering why he was eating so much recently. Changbin was the only one smiling at him feeling appease to see his friend eating so well, Hyunjin was not really taking care of the others and was just enjoying is food, something release little moaning, he even end up taking two more plates of Minho meal and for the first time, there would be not leftovers.

« You’ve been pretty hungry this week Hyunjinnie ! »Say Chan who also noticed who he was changing his habits.

« Did you go to gym with Changbin Hyung ? » Ask Seungmin.

« Actually, I would go tomorrow, I was tired after my class…hum…everyday…but tomorrow for sure ! » He say while finishing his plates.

« Maybe I could take you there ! » Say Jisung, wondering if Hyunjin was really planning of starting exercice, but he couldn’t get the answer because Felix arrives at this moment, bringing to the table a big plates of cheesecake.

« Who wants dessert ? It’s a new recipe, I’m proud of this one maybe they’re more sugar and biscuits than usual but it’s gonna be good ! »

« Please let me taste it. » Say Hyunjin, his mouth already filled with food.

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After that night, something begin to set up, Hyunjin start his day by wake up and eat a big breakfast with the dessert Felix bake everyday or with pastries, for his lunch he end up eating at the fast food adding more snack to his diet in the afternoon, sometimes he also start bring up « light meal » to his class and finish is day by the diner that’s Minho makes, taking 2 or 3 plates.

And that’s how start Hyunjin new’s routine.

The reason for this unexpected change was Hyunjin dream. He has always follow his parents diet and keep repressed his desire for food and now with the help of his friend, he can really eat as he wants.

The thing was that making eating so much doesn’t make him feel full or lazy but just make him so happy (also a little bit exited). Eating so much without thinking about the calories or his weight was all he ever ask for. It’s been 3 weeks since he begins his new diet and he was enjoying everything about it.

But changing so much in a short time also make him looks a little bit different. He start having a double chin, and his belly was always swollen, he also noticed his skin getting more flabby, he kinda thinks that’s was cute by the way. His thigh starts rubbing each other when he walks and sometimes weird happen to his clothes. He doesn’t really fit in his pants now…Also his friends notified the way he changes and decides to discuss about that. One time at night, Seungmin was in Changbin bed as always talking about they’re studies and stuff, (they’re been dating for 1 year now), and decides to bring up the subject.

« So did Hyunjin starts going to gym with you ? » Ask Seungmin.

« No…I didn’t see him once…and I don’t think he’s planning for coming. »

« Really ? But he seems really motivated and…he has been eating really much…I tought…he wanted as muscle as my Changbinnie. » Say Seungmin before squeeze Changbin arm and kiss him on his soft cheeks.

« Trust me he’s not going to come ! »

« Why not ? »

« The day he moves here, I surprised him on his computer watching…videos… »

« What kind of videos ? » Say Seungmin sparkling eyes.

« It was like…I don’t know how to say…chubby guys…eating large amounts of food. »

« And Hyunjin was watching that ? Our Hyunjinnie ? Slim boy, beautiful and tiny body ? The one who’s counting his calories ? »

« I know what I saw… »

« That’s…surprising…and that’s…kinda hot ? »

« That’s why we don’t bring up the subjects to him. If he’s happy, that’s all that matter. »

« Trust me…he’s not going to be the only one happy here. »

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His been 3 months now, since Hyunjin start eating and the change on his body we’re clearly visible now. He’s start having a big belly that’s was hanging out of his shirt and that doesn’t even fit him anymore and he has to go in college in sweatpants not that was really important not for him. An other thing about his belly was stretch marks, when they first appear, Hyunjin was too aroused about that. His ass was now also very big, Chan has always been the one in the dorm to have the biggest ass but now it was definitely Hyunjin. He’s always been know for his big cheeks but now there’s were even bigger, and of course softer, not talking to his tight who seems getting more fat everyday. All his new change on his body could have make him panicking but it was so pleased about it so see is belly getting inflate when he was eating. One more things about his eating habits, that’s all this stuffing make him so horny. When he go to sleep, he couldn’t keep himself from touching and massaging his belly, his stomach is swell so much. He keeps rubbing his belly and moaning thinking of the food of the next day, thinking of the food that he was eating, and thinking about how full that would make him. Feeling his stomach heavy and has to take large breath when he eat to make more space in his stomach. Discoreving the feeling of rubbing his own stomach was a pleasure that’s was not anticipated, but making him so aroused. He also finds himself becoming a pillow for his friends when there’s were watching a movies together. Talking for his roommate, Hyunjin has also noticed change there behavior, like Jeongin, Hyunjin doesn’t seems to understand but he was always bringing pastries to Hyunjin, everyday, at everytime, no matter the hours, making Hyunjin adding even more calories to his diet. And some of his friends also keep asking him new questions.

*Jinnie do you want to tast my new recipe ?* was asking Felix occasionally.

*Do you want to finish my plates ?* Say Seungmin during the diner.

*Im going to take your plates Hyung, you don’t have move* Say Jeongin clearing the table, doesnt want Hyunjin moving to much.

Everything seems to be perfectly according to make Hyunjin start really gain weight and the most excited one about that was Jeongin. He always find Hyunjin so beautiful and kind with him, but he also has a preference for chubby guy and now he can just stay here and watch Hyunjin becoming day by day the men of his dream. That’s why he keeps bringing pastries in Hyunjin bedroom to make sure he was not hungry when he came back for his class, to make sure thats Hyunjin wouldn’t be hungry, he wants to keep his friend very full. But the change on Hyunjin bodies was definitely more obvious, sometimes he find himself struggling with stairs and get tired when he walks to much. Even tough, he brought new closes, there already seems tight on his new body, making him wondering about his confidence and his choices to get bigger. Fortunately for Hyunjin, Jeongin was always make compliments about his looks, making him more confidente about his extra pound. The thing about Hyunjin’s diet was just that he just couldn’t stop, he loves too much the feeling of food in his mouth, and he was absolutely in love with his fat. He loves feeling his belly became bigger meals after meals, and of course he adores so much his belly jiggling around when he walks, when he wash himself or when he touch himself. Becoming a much bigger version of himself was something he wouldn’t stop for anything.

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It’s been six months now, and everyone according to say that Hyunjin is fat now, not chubby but just fat. In university people start wondering how the most beautiful men in the school has taken so much weight in a such short period. Everyone can noticed how he was jiggling when he walk…or waddle we must say. His belly is now even bigger in front of him and push his t-shirt to much and he kinda recover is pelvis, not talking about his love handle. His arms now are just fat, and his double chin can no longer be cover by anything. Believe it or not some of people even start calling him a slob.

When everything begin, Hyunjin has taken the habit to eat large amount of food at night on the couch of the living room when his roommates were asleep. At first it was Minho’s big meal but a little bit later Hyunjin starts ordering large amount of grassy food, like the one he sees in the videos he watch. By the day passing he find himself to full and tired to get up and get in his bed. So stuffed and swollen, he just decided to sleep on the couch. However, we all know that’s Chan has sleeping problem and he often found Hyunjin sleeping next to the waste of his food. So Chan also takes the habits to carry Hyunjin in his bed so he can be confortable for the night.

Back to the present, that night again Hyunjin was sleeping on the couch, one hand on his belly who was passing over his pants, his chin still greasy with the food he ate. Chan was not surprised to see him and look at him smiling like a proud father. He decided to takes him to his bed, he pass his arm under Hyunjin feeling the fat of his back rubbing against him arm and he try to carry Hyunjin but his friend doesnt move…or he realised that Hyunjin is too…heavy for him now…When did Hyunjin became this fat ? He think before try once again but he was just weighty to get carry by someone.

Of course, he saw the change on Hyunjin’s body, since the start of school but he just hasn’t realize how much Hyunjin change, he doesn’t even remember how he looks like for Chan, it was usual to see chubby Hyunjin. But he wasn’t just chubby…he was really fat now. Not knowing why, Chan also find Hyunjin way more attractive….But right now, he need the help of his someone to carry Hyunjin…or at least try it, so he decided to go to Jeongin room and wakes him up. He enters in his room and starts shake a little his friend who has already asleep.

« What… ? » Say Jeongin when he feels Chan pushing him from his bed. « Hyung it’s like 2AM I want to sleep. »

« Hyunjin is sleeping on the couch… »

« So take him to his bed as usual… »He says before lie down in his own bed.

« I can’t…he is…too… » He doesn’t really want finish his sentence.

« Too what ? » Feeling tired of this situation.

« Much… »

« Oh… » Say Jeongin realizing what’s was happening. « I got this don’t worry.»

He walks to the living room and sat next to Hyunjin, who was taking all the places of the couch while biting his lips. Hyunjin is definitely too hot for this world. He thinks. After looking at his crush for a few minutes, he start waking him up gently and Hyunjin open his eyes.

« Hyunjinnie, you need to go to bed now… »

« I can’t… »He says while closing his eyes.

« Why ? You need to sleep correctly hyung, not on this couch. »

« But it’s hurt… »He says before putting a hand on his belly, and Jeongin start wondering if he was dreaming.

« I can help you Hyung. »

Hyunjin feels intrigued about his proposition and nod, let him do what he wants and Jeongin start rubbing his belly. Hyunjin was really surprised at the sensation of having other hand than him on his belly. It’s even better. In all the situation, Hyunjin has been since he was fat, his one was definitely the hottest, feeling the hand of his friend on his belly, belly giggling around following the movement of Jeongin. Even if he tried to hide it, he can feel himself getting harder. Its getting hot in here. For Jeongin, he cant help but wondering how someone could be this beautiful and admiring every rolls of Hyunjin’s big belly. He was also very happy to feel all the fat of his friend in his hands, making Hyunjin feel way better, he could say by the little sound Hyunjin makes every time he rub his belly.

« Our Hyunjinnie is eating well. » Say Jeongin while continuing to rub his belly.

« I know right ? Do you think…I’m too fat ? » Ask Hyunjin feeling worried about the way his friend could see him now.

« You are even more perfect to me. » Hyunjin was really surprised about this answer.

« Innie ? Is it bad ? »

« Oh no, I told you, it’s perfect your are perfect. This is perfect. » Now touching Hyunjin big cheeks.

« I’m not talking about my weight…it’s just…hum…that Im kinda hungry…. »

« After all the stuff you eat in a day ? »

« I’m…a real piggy ? »

« No, you’re just so adorable. I wish I could be feeding you right now. He makes a little pause. Do you want me to feeding you ? »

« Please… » Say Hyunjin now wanting to test this new experience.

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realfunfan · 2 years ago

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can we have more angst of mo’teya being picked on i just feeling gloomy idk why😞😞

I am also in a bit of a gloomy mood, but don't forget that feeling that way is ay ok, for any reason at all. Onto the angst!!

Part 1 - Mo'teya gets picked on

The Aftermath

Mo'teya sat in the cradle of a tree, legs flat in front of her. The bark rubbed against her skin uncomfortably, but she couldn't find it in her to care. She really didn't care about anything these days. After the can meeting where Zelomi, Iyo, and Yetxo were reprimanded Mo didn't go out much. Sure, she walked among the people in the mornings, and during meals. She still walked her sisters and brothers to meet their parents, as was expected of her. But she no longer played with her siblings. She no longer took Tuk to the popular streams to watch adults forage. She no longer flew with her brothers on their Ikrans or sat as her mother and father told stories and sang songs. A hatred had settled in her heart. A vile feeling full of acidic hate and despair made her bones ache. The best part of it all, it was all her fault.

If only she had ignored the three boys from the beginning. She could feel their harsh touches and searing gazes even as she curled into the ground. Every time they pushed her to the rough ground, scraping her knees and hands. Instead of baring her teeth and running to Lo'ak or Kiri, she should have ignored them. After every pinch, poke, tug, and shove, she should have ignored them. After every vile name, freak, useless, scary, sky demon, half-breed, outsider, orphan, monster. She should have been better.

But no, Baby Sully needed her big brother and sister to fight her battles. All she could ever do is cry and hide. She should have been strong, like her mother. She should have been brave, like her father.

Mo looked down at the dark and discolored skin on her bones. This was the skin of a monster. A horrible monster that did nothing but scares children with her strange glowing eyes and cold looks. She couldn't even talk, for Eywa's sake! How was a pitiful thing like her going to amount to her family? The brave Olo'eyktan, Jake Sully, and his mate, the warrior Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite. They were amazing and brave. They defeated the sky people and sent them back to their planet. They rebuilt the people's home, had amazing children, and took in an orphan who was not worthy!

No matter how hard Mo'teya tried, these thoughts and realizations brought stinging tears to her eyes. These hot tears stung her chapped lips. She didn't wipe them away, though. She was frozen in place, so deep in her own self-hatred, she didn't hear a thing. She didn't hear the strong voice call her name. She didn't hear her father walk over to the tree she hid under, attracted by the soft sobs escaping her lips. She didn't know he was even kneeling next to her until he scooped her into his chest, bridal style.

She yelped loudly, feeling it mix in with a choked sob. It hurt her throat. Her dad held her tight to his chest, soothing purrs pushing into her skin. He didn't say anything for a moment, giving her complete control to start the conversation. He just continued to purr, rubbing his cheek on her head.

OK, that's the angst! I couldn't help ending it with a little bit of comfort. Thank you so much for asking for this, it's given me a bunch of new ideas! If you guys want to see Mo'teya finally find her strength and stand up to a bully, or maybe a comfort fic with me finishing this part up with some heavy dad comfort, don't be afraid to ask! I hope you like this and feel a little happier soon!

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simslegacy5083 · 6 months ago

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 76: A Problematic Reception

After the ceremony Luigi and Amaya grabbed their plates and settled with the bride and groom at the main table.

Luigi had briefly introduced her when they arrived, but the meal would be a great chance for his folks and her to get to know each other better. He’d been worried about how restive Amaya had seemed during the ceremony, but her signature quirky good cheer was back on display during dinner.

As his date congratulated Peachy and Valentina and filled them in on her own studies at Foxbury with charm and tact, Luigi relaxed and nodded to his Great Grandpa Chance who was seated with Candor and Bianca across the room. Chance had told him that the couple anticipated passing on within a few days, and it looked like he was taking this opportunity to say his farewells. He and his ex seemed relaxed and content from where Luigi sat.

After the cake was cut Luigi headed into the ballroom to mix-up glasses of the “second chances” cocktail he’d created for the event to go with dessert.

Guests came and went, grabbing a glass and heading back to the dining area to enjoy Peachy’s latest gourmet confection, but Kassandra's husband Leroy was apparently uninterested in cake. It seemed he intended to take full advantage of the open bar instead.

Great-Grandpa Vlad, also famously more into “drinks” than cake, was passing by and took the open seat next to the pair. He greeted Leroy with a sharp smile and made sure he knew that the “fine young man” serving that delicious juice was Peachy and Jack’s “little boy”.

At confirmation of what he’d suspected, Leroy's jovial expression turned into a sneer. Giving his bartender a dirty look, the juiced elder fired off “ah, so you’re the love child of the groom and that dirty partner of his".

Any negative commentary on his papa was like waving a red flag in front of a bull and Luigi quickly fired back “My Papa Jack was NEVER "dirty".”

Leroy gave a drunken bray of laughter, slurring out “boy, you clearly don’t know the half of it. After I drove that wannabe homewrecker Peachy away from my girl, his beardy boy tried to threaten me in my own home. He really never told you that he got fired for harassing me while on duty?”

The elderly scoundrel thought for a second and then pushed his now empty glass across the bar for a refill. “I guess I wouldn’t admit that either.”

Luigi was dumbfounded. His dads had never shared the details of their past with Valentina’s twin and her husband. They’d always considered Nancy Landgraab to be the mastermind behind Jack’s work trouble. The smug leer on the drunk’s face infuriated the already angry Luigi even more. Leaving the glass untouched on the bar, he stepped around to roughly snatch Leroy off his barstool instead.

Mindful of the celebration still going on just a few feet away Luigi kept his voice low as he angrily proclaimed “Papa Jack was a great sim, clearly head and shoulders above a scumbag like you. If he took the time to warn you away from Dad, you should have listened better and not come here.”

Leroy's expression hardened before morphing itself into a nasty smile. He announced to the eagerly onlooking Vlad: “this one has some fire in him” before telling Luigi “well boy, if you want to take this outside, I’m more than happy to give you a chance to defend your precious papa's honor. Otherwise, you need to shut up and get back to serving me another one of those fine drinks – it is a party after all.”

The voice of reason urging Luigi not to fight his elder step-uncle at his father's wedding was entirely drowned out by a burning rage that demanded he show the no-good lowlife in front of him the consequences of insulting his family.

Jerking his head towards the door leading to the front of the property the angry young man made his way outside, Leroy hot on his heels.

Rather than following, the subtle instigator of the spat took to his bat form and soared into the dining room. Once he’d caught the eye of the bride and groom, he flew in front of the large picture windows facing the lawn, where their son’s contribution to the evening's entertainment was on fine display.

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macravishedbymactavish · 2 years ago

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Social Butterfly | Antisocial Moth (Keegan Russ x GN! Reader)

TW: A little bit of swearing? Total imposter syndrome for the social butterfly bits as the authors personality aligns closer to Keegan's. Creative liberties taken in backstories as there's next to nothing from the games.

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What do laws of physics and horoscopes have in common? Both say opposites attract.

Which may be the reason why you're sitting at lunch in the mess hall, chatting with the 3rd person that approached your table while your boyfriend sat silently beside you. In the span of 30 minutes.

"No way, of course did." You smiled, laughing at Harper's story about her middle child -- Noah who has been desperately trying to keep up with a girl he likes during gym class. Because if we run together af the same speed, then I get to talk to her more.

"He's gotten better, told me he shaved 5 seconds off his total time last week" the two of you chuckled. Your food barely touched, despite your boyfriend being almost done his. "Oh anyway, I should get going and let you eat. See you, bye Keegan!" He gave a short nod and awkward smile, as you bid your colleague goodbye.

"Oh my gosh, I love her. Her kids are so cute" you smiled over to the quiet man beside you. Like with your past 2 interactions at this lunch alone, Keegan was provided with context and background on all of them. Such as:

Parker - who recently got a new dog named Ranger. 6 month old Husky who argues with him on the daily. The dog is so cute babe, can we get one? Our dog and his dog could be best friends! Then Logan can bring Riley over for a playdate and all the dogs would be so happy. Please!

Then Finn - his girlfriend, Raven (your favourite mechanic on base who he will HAVE to meet) just got home from visiting her friends from back home. He really wants to propose but isn't quite sure if this is a good time for them. I think he should do it because they are literally soulmates.

Did he really care about any of this information? Not overly. Keegan was your opposite. Preferring a smaller, tighter knit social circle than knowing everyone on base. Even if that meant you teasing him about his social circle consisting of his team, even then he didn't know a whole lot of details about them.

"I know plenty about them" He argued one night while getting ready for bed.

"Yeah? Like what?" You challenged, leaning back on the bed, watching your boyfriend roll his eyes. He was the antisocial moth to your social butterfly.

"Uh Merrick started in the seals before he was a Ghost. Knew me since I was 18, so he's pretty much my family. Loves cats, camping and his kids" You raised an eyebrow, internally adding that his wife was the best baker you've met, and that his son played hockey for many years while his daughter played soccer.

"Ajax is the most stubborn, kindest asshole I've had the pleasure of working with. Extremely smart, one of the best mentors and friends I've had" His in-laws also own the local bar downtown and donate meals to the local homeless shelters every week. His partner plans on taking over the buisness one day to continue the good deeds.

"Uh Elias knows his stuff. I couldn't ask for a better commander. Been through hell and back but continues putting the team first, he's also the one who recruited me onto the team". He also lost his wife 8 years after his youngest was born and has been balancing his life between raising 2 sons and commanding a team. He feels bad every so often feeling like he didn't give them a proper childhood, or forcing David to grow up a little too fast to take care of his brother. Even though he loves the bond the two have formed. He is the dad friend of every social circle.

"Logan is good, young and full of potential. Doesn't say much, but knows what he wants out of life and is working his ass off toward getting it. Picks up on things extremely quick, has your back at all times, loves Riley and any other animal he comes across. A bit on the quiet side but that's not a bad thing" You laughed softly, realizing every single description Keegan has given you so far is 95% work related; so continuing in the current format. You bit your lip, in an attempt not to add that Logan was a very sweet kid, of minimal words as your boyfriend pointed out, sure. But he told you once that he hoped to make his family proud with what he was doing. Then got extremely red the day you and his brother told him just how proud everyone is of him.

"What's so funny over there, chuckles?" Keegan smiled at you, walking over to join you in the bed. Opting to lay between your thighs with his head on your stomach. Fingers automatically going to his hair, you felt him relax into your touch.

"I think it's funny that everything was work related. They do lead lives off base, like you and me" you felt him shrug silently. "You forgot about Hesh and Kick". Not bothering to move, he continued.

"Everyone in California knows Hesh's life story, and Kick is just a smartass". He had you there. "And not everyone is as open and talkative as you hun."

"Hey, it's been so long I've seen you. How have you been?" Another competitor entered the ring that was your shared table.

"It's been tiring, honestly. Coming back to work from extended leave has killed our motivation" hand finding Keegan's under the table, you were immediately engulfed in conversation with another face he didn't recognize. Lunch forgotten as your interest in the subject grew.

It was when Hesh Walker (the only person on base who held a candle to your social attitude) joined that Keegan decided he was done with lunch. Squeezing your hand 3 times under the table (a silent "I love you") he got up.

"See you guys" he responded to the 3 voices bidding him goodbye, as he went to drop his tray off before leaving.

"Tell me, how is it that the quietest soldier ended up dating the one of the loudest ones?" He heard Kick ask from behind him, walking alongside Elias and Merrick. "Your person could talk to a brick wall and become best friends with it in under 5 minutes". Keegan shrugged, falling in step with the group.

"They bring out the best side of our dear old Keegan though" Merrick clapped him on the shoulder with a mischievous grin. He found it rather comical watching you and Keegan out in a social atmosphere.

You working the room, chatting with anyone and everyone. Remembering random details about most people you've talked to. Him quietly watching you from across the room, or by your side nodding along to conversation. Things none of the senior team would've expected from their sniper 3 years ago, before he met you.

"Yeah. They're pretty great" Keegan smiled, allowing himself to fade into the background and listen to the conversation in front of him turn to whatever sports game the guys watched last night.

Your personalities may be day and night from one another, but he wouldn't give it up for th-

"Keeg! We aren't done talking about the dog we're going to adopt" he heard you yell from somewhere behind him. Causing him to freeze in place as the men in front of him began laughing. Feeling his face burn, knowing all passing eyes were now on either him or his ball of energy jogging up behind him.

But what can he say, opposites clearly attract.

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symphonic-scream · 1 year ago

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The Phantom Queers Notes

Thanks to the ever patient Cap for putting up with me gushing about them nonstop! Love you cap

Anyways. Ahem.

Firstly; the Noir's mural. I said it was based off of official art from Mementos Mission? Yeah so I wanted to add that image to this post so anyone who hasn't seen it can see it and know what I meant

So it's like this. But with more vines.

And now onto the notes

Haru's dad slowly adapting to his daughter being with someone like Makoto and just,

Okumura: invite your wife to our next brunch. I'm ready to have a meal with the person who makes you glow

Haru: are you ready for that? Neither of us want to push you

Okumura: I'm ready. I love you, and you love her so much. It's about time I let you show me such

This is after like. Eight years of him knowing Makoto. There were some very awkward talks in the beginning but mans did his research! He knows how to be respectful!

He even frames a photo of their little family and keeps it on his desk, with little trans and lesbian flag stickers in the corners. He updates it every year as his grandsons grow older

(THATS RIGHT I HAVE MORE ABOUT THE SONS YOULL GET TO LEARN ABOUT THEM)

Teenage Makoto and Haru going to see a spy movie as their first date as girlfriends, Makoto nervous because sure Haru knows she's trans already, but what if-

They end up making out halfway through in the back of the theatre.

Haru: this was lovely! We should go on some more dates, yes?

Makoto: y-yeah! That would be very nice,

And Haru gives her a goodbye kiss, a full one right out in the middle of the street, waving her fingers with a little wink as she gets on her train, Makoto just standing there watching her new girlfriend walk away with her heart beating out of her chest

Their first place together is a dorm at university. They push the beds together to make a double, though they sleep so closely they'd only need a single. Little flags on the bag of the door, little polaroids from dates and hangouts with their new friends on a wall, the way Makoto's study space is sparse, with clicky pens and things to safely chew on, and Haru's having plants and life and so many colours-

Makoto finding out Haru's actually pregnant and just. She's so relieved. She didn't ruin it all for her love,

But Haru would've been so happy either way, even if their kid didn't have Makoto's eyes or, like their second and third, her rebellion and cute little nose-

Okay gonna lay out the sons real quick! They have three sons; Seiji is their first born, has Makoto's sharp red eyes, Haru's curls, and a general softer shape to him. When he's like middle school age he goes a bit emo, remains into dark colours and music. And he loves to cook! Loves food

Then there's the twins, Kazuto and Hiroto. Dark curls, Haru's softer eyes, but they have that Niijima spark, they look more like Makoto did as a kid. Identical twins too! Pure evil. Menaces. Cunning and with sharp grins, their moms are lucky they aren't into arson

Sae, just barely out of university, now the legal guardian of her little brother and just. Sitting there as this little middle schooler comes out to her, and-

Well. She has to do everything she can for her sister.

Makoto: here, let's look at my childhood photos

Hifumi: you, do that? Look at photos from before you transitioned?

Makoto: it's different for everyone. I'm fine with it, I know Yusuke has a select few saved, Futaba doesn't like it for other reasons-

Makoto: I did change my name though. We have nothing that remains with my dead name on it. That is where I draw my boundaries. I cannot handle hearing it on my worst days

Hifumi: I see

Makoto: it wasn't me. And while I'm not as feminine as you or Haru, I'm still a woman

Hifumi: I'm starting to make sense of this all, thank you so much

Makoto: that's what family is for, sis

-new note-

Haru: if you want to discuss, hm, reassignment procedures, with someone, I know Yusuke is rather open about his. He'll even give you his professional's number

Hifumi: why are you saying it that way?

Haru: Makoto has, a thing with. *Hospitals*. So, I tend to reword those things

-new note-

Makoto: I'll wake up early and make Haru breakfast in bed for our first mother's day, I'll have the little one strapped to my chest nothing can go wrong!

Hifumi: what happened to you

Makoto, sitting on the kitchen floor covered in flour and butter, her infant son playing with Johanna on the couch: I tried to cook with a baby. Help me please

Hifumi entertains the baby while Makoto makes a plate of scones, an omelette, and a little fruit salad for her wife

"I just get so distracted when he's with me. I lost all focus"

"yeah but the flour?"

"I was measuring it. Saw Seiji clap. So, I clapped."

"Ah."

Haru wakes up to her son giggling on Makoto's side of the bed, her wife tracing soft kisses up from her hand

"happy mother's day, baby"

"Happy mother's day, Love"

They both have the day off, and just spend a nice day with their lil guy

Haru: if this is mother's day, I wonder what you'll do for my birthday?

Makoto: ah, well Seiji won't be helping me with those plans. That'll be a very special night out, just us two. After a morning with his plans of course

Haru: I'm so lucky I have you,

Makoto: sjdbskdhxidbdj baby,,

-new note-

Makoto: happy birthday baby

Haru: you, bought that small building between us and the shop next door?

Makoto: let's go inside and you'll see your gift. Full home gym, with a little sauna and hot tub room in the back

Haru: ...not gonna lie Love this looks more like a gift for you

Makoto: did you notice the lounge chairs? This is a private show for you~ I know you hate coming to the gym to watch me, so-

Haru: I LOVE IT

Makoto: you can have a private showing whenever you'd like, baby. All for you

Haru: can we, have a go right now?

Makoto: of course. Are you okay with me working on arms and upper body?

Haru: YES

haru just in her lil lounge chair aggresively sipping water

cause shes thirsty

(green was Cap akfhdj)

Staring at the back muscles

Makoto has to wear a long sleeve shirt to her run with Ryuji the next morning. Normally she runs in the like, sports bra thing. But her arms, back, and abs are. Covered. From Haru enjoying her gift

Haru: I'm gonna kiss every muscle on you

Makoto: oh wow

Ryuji: whyre you wearing a shirt? You hate the sweat cling

Makoto: Haru's birthday yesterday

Ryuji: ...fuck I forgot to get her anything she's gonna kill me- wait. GROSS DUDE DONT TELL ME ABOUT-

Makoto: I DIDNT MAN STOP YELLING

Makoto and Haru at like a parents night for the preschool Seiji goes to just trying to ignore the straight gossip going around all around them

One couple: hehe we're trying to give her a sibling, trying for a baby is soooo much work

Makoto: ...they're just openly admitting they fu-

Haru: shh, Love. I know. Don't get too stressed though, you have to be in good health for our appointment tomorrow.

Makoto: think we should tell people we're also trying? But heavily imply we're just fu-

Haru: yes. Absolutely. Put your hand in my back pocket, I'll leave a little mark on your neck-

Makoto excitedly explains this at the appointment they go to the next morning, she's had to take those. Relax pills before so she's a lil loopy, and Haru just smiles so tenderly as they run the tests on her wife. She loves their little family,, so glad the medical field has a way for them to have kids (I'm making shit up idk man. Au magic this world made it possible I don't wanna think about it too hard)

Makoto: ...do you also find it weird we only have sons

Haru: shh don't think Love. Happy moment, no gender thoughts. Hold one of the twins, be mesmerized by the baby

Haru adores her wife and their sons so much. Even if their oldest turns emo and the twins are feral demons

Akira: when I first met you two you were getting the drunkest out of the group at every night out, dancing all over each other- I'm pretty sure you two were making out more than you weren't

Makoto: I remember our uni days, ha

Haru: mm, good times

Ann: you guys were. All over each other then

Haru: it was our first time getting to be open about us! It was exciting.

Makoto: we're just as all over each other now, we just know how to close doors

Ryuji: and DONT ACT LIKE YOU AND SHIHO DONT JUST MAKE OUT ON THE COUCH

Ann, three drinks in: you think that's all we do on that couch?

Yusuke: ...I think we need to sober her up before my roommates kill each other

Akechi, already grabbing the hose: on it

Ann and Ryuji, very wet the next minute:

Akechi: problem solved. Hey, lesbians. If you get too handsy you're getting sprayed next

Haru holds her hands up in the "don't shoot" position

Hifumi just sits to the side and drinks with Futaba, watching them all

Futaba: you want to stay on our couch tonight? Going home with Mrs and Mrs "Horny Drunk" won't lead to good things for your mental health

Hifumi: ...please tell me you're not speaking from experience

Futaba: me? No. Goro? Oh yes. Watching him be unable to look at either of them for four months was hilarious

Hifumi makes it back home around noon and notices only Makoto is in the house space

Hifumi: hey, where's Haru?

Makoto: hm? Oh, she's working downstairs. Want some tea? I can make you a plate of eggs?

Hifumi: Haru out drank everyone, how is she functioning?

Makoto: she's somehow immune to the hangover. Nah, I'm kidding. She drank water between every drink. Then it was the Gatorade and coffee mix, with a plate of my "Hangover Eggs". Neither of us have ever had a rough morning. Not since the first month of uni

Hifumi: ...I'll take a plate of the eggs, please

The day Haru finds out she's pregnant is. One of the best days in their household

She and Makoto had been having monthly appointments with their doctor over the last year, and. She'd felt off since the week after the last one but- she thought takin the test was wishful thinking

But the eight tests all read positive and- man she's gotta think of a way to tell Makoto

Before she gets a chance some dude tries to rob Noir's, barely nicks her with his knife but she goes to the hospital as a precaution cause tetanus

Makoto gets a call from one of the workers telling her her wife is at the hospital, they were robbed, and she gets there and is so relieved to see Haru looking alright, just some bandages around her arm, and Haru just Smiles

Eventually a doctor comes in to give Haru the all clear, but he pauses before they leave like: oh, and we did check. You're coming along just fine

Makoto: what does that mean?

Doctor: the pregnancy. Ms Okumura is early on, but all is going well

Makoto: ...it worked? Youre-

Haru: surprise?

Makoto is excitedly telling everyone for the next few months. Sure Haru was the one who wanted children more of the two, but that doesn't mean Makoto didn't want this. Her wife is pregnant! They're having a kid! And by some miracle, it's their kid

Ann: wait. How

Yusuke: but. You're on estrogen? There should be no way-

Ryuji: GROSS YOU GUYS DID IT?!

Shiho: ...Ryuji, stay on point here

Haru: science

Makoto: lesbian magic

Goro: I'm not watching your little spawn

Akira: dibs on godfather!

Futaba: in surprised you kept it a secret this long. Both of you suck at secrets

Makoto: no we don't

Haru: ...love you accidentally told me you were going to propose three days before you did it

They're much more open when they decide to go for a second kid, mostly because they're more convinced it'll work this time

Ryuji: gross

Ann: we already went over this. Science baby. Not like with straight people

Ryuji: but still

Makoto: you've known us for like ten years. How are you still like this

Ryuji: IDK YOU GUYS ARE LIKE THE PSEUDO MOMS I DONT WANNA THINK ABOUT YALL FUCKING

Makoto: so stop thinking about it?

Ryuji: ...oh.

Ann: DUDE SERIOUSLY

Then there's a bit about Ann and Shiho, how they decide to have a donor baby, and. End up with Triplets. Two daughters; Asami, Nikko. And then a son, Tsukito

Makoto: Seiji, turn off the TV, go play with the trio

Seiji: but mom, they're playing field hospital again. They're gonna make me the patient

Makoto: buddy, sometimes we have to make sacrifices. You and I will have a day to ourselves if you do it, okay?

Seiji: can we go to the farmers market?

Makoto: uh sure

Seiji has the red eyes but the twins are pure evil

Makoto: Kazu, Hiro, how did you get up there

The twins, literally on the roof: climbed

The twins have the like innocent Haru smile. Devious

There's cunning behind those eyes. They have the Niijima mind

Kazu: mom I don't feel good

Makoto: oh no, what happened- ...why is there a pencil in your arm

Hiro: hi mom

Makoto: ...both of you. What happened. Why are there pencils in your arms

Kazu and Hiro: we wanted to see if we could stab each other hard enough

Makoto: get in the car we're going to the hospital

Kazu: we're going on a hunger strike

Hiro: we want the bigger room. There's two of us

Seiji: I'm older. Nice try.

Kazu: we will make you give in

Hiro: I'm studying up on CIA torture tactics

Kazu: we both take martial arts. You will give us the room

Seiji: oh yeah? You think I won't survive? Try me

Makoto: baby the boys are waging war

Haru: eh, they're tire each other out. Feel up for a workout?

Makoto: HARU WE HAVE A PROBLEM

Haru, who was working the shop downstairs: Love? What's wrong

Makoto: I lost the babies

Haru: ...what

Makoto: I didn't think they'd figure out how to open the door i- baby the babies fucking got out-

Seiji: they're under the couch they just opened it and went under the couch

Makoto: what did we do to deserve this

Haru: I mean, we did fuck at a party and break the urn with someone's grandmother's ash's in uni

Makoto: oh yeah. And then we blamed Goro

Uni Makoto and Haru are just. A different breed. Them in high school was sweet, them after is domestic with a hint of spice, but. The in between.

They all go to the grand opening of Noir and. Just stare at how normal the two are

Ann: no visible hickies... It's a miracle

Akira: I can't believe it. They've been tamed

Haru: hi darling, think you'll lie on your stomach for me?

Makoto: ngh, wait, its-

Haru: don't think about it. We'll get your shot over with quick, and then we can have the day in bed. I promise. We took today off for a reason

Makoto: nooo I don't want it,

Haru: you're just saying that, you love you. You won't be the you you worked so hard for if you weren't brave enough for a little shot

Makoto: ...will it be quick?

Haru: I'll even numb the area with ice

Makoto: and we can kiss all day?

Haru: whatever you want

Makoto: fine. Give me the e,

Haru: you call me baby and yet,

Makoto: OW

Haru: that's the ice, Love

Haru: there, all done.

Makoto: did you use the

Haru: yes, I used the Buchimaru band aid

Makoto: I love you so much

Haru: I love you too

Makoto: kiss time?

Haru: I suppose~

Makoto later on: hey, thanks for not listening. I'm already feeling better

Haru: I know darling, it's hard to stab you sometimes but I know it's what makes my girl happiest

Makoto: mm,

Sae: since you two are going to be rooming together when you go off to uni, it's time I passed on the torch

Haru: oh?

Sae: Makoto is a coward about her hormone shots. No matter how much she says she doesn't want it, she does. Unless she has a serious conversation about detransitioning on a non shot day, don't listen. Give her a lollipop or something, anything else to focus on. She does best lying down. She can't kick you if you sit on her calves-

Haru: i- have you been doing this all this time?

Sae: yes. And now we will have the awkward experience of me helping you give her the shot. It'll be weird. But it'll be your responsibility as her partner

Haru: I'm ready, Chief

Makoto: hey, sis- Haru? Wait, no

Sae: yes. Pants off. Lie down.

Makoto: NO WAIT I CHANGED MY MIND I WANNA BE A GUY

Haru: will you lie down for me my Love?

Makoto: ...uh yeah

Sae: pants.

Makoto: bite me.

Sae: Makoto, you know this is what's best for you

Makoto: lies

Haru: I'll hold your hand if that helps? And give you a kiss after for being so brave?

Makoto: you're much more convincing than sis

Sae: alright Haru, that's it. You did it, congrats

Makoto: I'm dead. You killed me

Haru: you're rather attractive for a corpse

Sae: I'm leaving now. I'll bring home dinner. Don't do anything stupid

Hifumi: oh I do my own shots

Haru: my wife is just a big baby about them, and I mean that affectionately

Makoto: yeah I. Don't do well with anything of that sort

Haru: our fertility appointments are. Very planned. She takes one of those relaxation pills before we go

Makoto: it's tough but it's worth it for the chance to give Haru anything she desires

Makoto is the most doting wife while Haru is pregnant. Foot rubs, vitamins, skin creams and talking to their son every day

"today your mama gave your mom her shot. That's right, your mama shot me"

"Makoto-"

"just kidding kid. She helped me feel more like myself, and I love her so much. You've got the best mama ever"

"They have the best mom too"

Haru: ...Makoto?

Makoto: it's 2 am,, what is it baby?

Haru: I want. Cold soba noodles

Makoto: easy enough,

Haru: covered in chocolate

Makoto: ...

Slow dancing in the kitchen, Makoto behind Haru, hands entwined over Haru's dark apron, heads leaned together

Makoto: a night to ourselves,

Haru: Hifumi moved out a year ago, and the kids are staying at the Quad,, so it's just us

Makoto: shall we treat ourselves? I can make you steak? Break out the good wine? We can have a nice bath, turn in early for some, us time

Haru: can you make baked potato with the steak?

Makoto: anything for you

Haru: carry me to bed later?

Makoto: of course

Buff Makoto and her pudgy baker wife, And their emo chef son and two demon spawns

Thinking back to scared little high school Makoto, more scrawny than anything, and petite Haru seated beside her, their pinkies barely entwined, both blushing and looking away

To Uni them, with Makoto playing rugby recreationally and Haru being very much a fan of that, them making out and boinking literally anywhere possible, somehow like top of their classes while still going all out for the fun side of things

Makoto being very awkward with Haru's dad.

Kunikazu: so. You are. Transgender?

Makoto: yep.

Kunikazu: you want to be, a boy?

Makoto: w-wrong direction, sir

Haru: you can't do anything, father. I love her.

Kunikazu: I see

Makoto: ...can I go home? And hire a bodyguard?

Kunikazu: I suppose you two can live together. Just. I do not want a surprise grandchild

Haru: that's not even possible

Makoto: yeah I'm leaving

Haru: father and I will be having monthly brunch

Makoto: oh, joy,

Haru: just us. You're not invited

Makoto: ...did he-

Haru: I uninvited you

Makoto: I love you so much

Haru: no marks, I'm seeing my dad tomorrow! Makoto-

Makoto: but baby,

Haru: ...no visible marks at least

Makoto: ...fuck I forgot the rule

Haru: it's, well. I didn't try to stop you,

Makoto: your dad is gonna murder me

Haru: he won't, he likes you, he's just. Still in his learning phase

Makoto: yeah but you're gonna walk in tomorrow looking like a dalmatian

Haru inventing the Gatorade coffee in university after a night of. Heavy drinking with her girlfriend. Waking up and feeling like death itself and just. Trying to make coffee but she's barely looking and brews it with. Gatorade instead of water

Haru: I know you spoke to Yusuke, but Makoto gave me permission to tell you about her surgery experience

Hifumi: oh?

Haru: she had top, which I'm sure you've noticed by now. She likes to ditch the shirt more than usual

Hifumi: yes

Haru: but she had such a horrible time recovering she cancelled for bottom and just. Never got it

Hifumi: oh. And she's okay with that?

Haru: it works for her. Makoto's never been, violently dysphoric about her body. Not since I met her. Her voice was one thing, but now she's at her best

Hifumi: thank you for sharing, and tell her thanks too

Haru: of course! And let me know if you need someone for care afterwards or to drive you to and from

Haru dealing with miserable Makoto post op from top and just

Haru: my poor girl,

Makoto: I'm dying,,

Makoto: but at least I'll die with boobs,

Haru: okay let's give you some more pain meds, HEY DONT TOUCH, MAKOTO-

Makoto: ow,,,

Makoto: I just wanted to feel,

Haru: I know you and your hands, but give it some recovery time, please

Sae walking into Makoto's room during their first sleepover in high school and just. Seeing the two all curled up, the content looks on their faces, She sees Makoto stir and the minor look of horror on her face at getting caught by her sister but, Sae just smiles, whispers a loud goodnight, and turns back

Haru nuzzles closer, and Makoto just. Smiles.

Them watching Seiji in a school play and just trying not to fight the group of mom's at the back of the room who are chatting

Makoto: the disrespect-

Haru: Love his line is coming up, make sure the camera is on!

Makoto: wait, shit, where did the twins go?

Haru: ...we can worry about bailing them out later

Surprisingly that's it?? But one last joke Cap made that I felt I needed to share

"of course Makoto's trans her Persona is a Transformer"

#long post #the phantom queers #makoto niijima #haru okumura #okujima #makoharu

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exitpursuedbyavulcan · 2 years ago

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Lord Flea Bottom's Heir: A Silver Dragon Story

Word Count: 1334

Story Summary: Daemon had expected to be welcomed with the news of his wife's demise when he returned to King's Landing. Instead, he is greeted with the decidedly unwelcome news that the Bitch was to give him an heir. His plans to finally take Rhaenyra to wife thoroughly dashed, he leaves the Red Keep behind to wallow in his own domain: Flea Bottom.

Ignored by her father, and alone following the death of her mother, she is raised in King’s Landing alongside her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. But their lives are far from the fairy tales they read, and as tensions in the family rise, they find their paths may diverge.

Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

This is a spin-off POV from my main Aemond/OC story, The Silver Dragon. But it can be read as a one-off, standalone look into Daemon's mind.

Warnings: Allusions to rape. Daemon being a dick.

Author's Note: Oof, it was hard to write such mean things about Rhea. Forgive me!

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Lord Flea Bottom's Heir

The stench of Flea Bottom was invigorating. The competing smells of ale and wine and sweat and sex sent a thrill through his blood. Even the reek of tallow candles and vomit in the streets was as comforting to him as the smell of a warm fire and a hearty meal was to most. It made him want to drink until he finally felt full, fight until there was no more blood to spill, and fuck until there were no virgins left in all of King’s Landing.

It was, after all, his domain. He was Daemon Targaryen, Lord Flea Bottom.

So why could he not get his ass out of this godsdamned chair?

He had sat down over an hour ago and had yet to finish even his first pint of ale. The gold cloaks he had brought along with him – only the handful that remained that hadn’t been corrupted with “righteousness and honor” by their insufferable new Lord Commander Strong – had already provoked various brawls, but none tempted him enough to join. And while several lovely whores had come his way, he had turned them all down.

Daemon couldn’t get his mind off his Bronze Bitch.

He would never get hard so long as she was in his head.

She had sapped him of his desire to drink, as well. There was no telling where his mind may go should he let himself get drunk while thinking of her.

And though he would like nothing more than to pummel the next person to look at him wrong into the ground, he couldn’t.

The last time he had tried to break someone – to break her – he had failed spectacularly.

It was supposed to be quick and easy. He would fly to the Vale one last time, when he was sure she would be alone, and rid himself of the bronze shackles of his marriage. Finally, he would be free to take the wife he truly wanted. The wife he deserved.

But then the fucking horse hadn’t done the job. There was no reason why not; it was an obscenely large beast. It had certainly made quite the meal for Caraxes.

He had been content to let her die where she lay. To allow the elements of her beloved Vale to take her. Her boring, soggy, primitive, sheep-ridden Vale.

Gods, what an agonizingly dull place. He had only lasted weeks in her pitiful excuse for a castle before he went out of his mind with boredom. The Bitch had been smart enough to give him leave to do as he wished.

She hadn’t been smart enough to keep her mouth shut, however.

“I knew you couldn’t finish.”

A Bitch indeed.

He had run hot enough with anger that he’d gotten hard, a feat he never thought to accomplish when faced with his wife.

That had been the greatest disappointment when they finally met on their wedding day. She was old and ugly. At least ten years older than him – he’d never bothered to find out exactly.

Her many hours spent in what little sun appeared in the Vale had aged her prematurely, so her painfully plain face was tanned and rough, and bore many lines. Her dull gray eyes were too far apart and framed by thick, bush brows, her lips too small, and her nose pointed up like a pig’s. Even her hair was unappealing. As bushy as sheep’s wool and the color of burnt wood.

In short, she was precisely what a virile young man of twenty, a Prince of the Realm and the Blood of the Dragon, did not want for a wife. And yet, he was stuck with her.

He still was.

Dropping her off at her pathetic keep was supposed to be the final insult. To paint the “Warrior Lady of Runestone” as no more than a damsel in distress. So that in her last hours, she could wallow in the knowledge that she would only be remembered as the poor girl rescued by the Prince.

But she hadn’t. Fucking. Died.

Maybe there was some magic in those stupid little Runes.

And still, that wasn’t the worst of it.

He was supposed to be free, and now, he had never been more shackled to the cunt.

“I hear congratulations are in order, my Prince,” Mysaria’s accent was perhaps the most gentle thing in Flea Bottom. But today, it grated in Daemon’s ears.

He took a great gulp of his ale. Bitter, but bracing. “Condolences would be better appreciated.”

Mysaria took the seat across from him. She had continued to do well for herself, judging by her clothes. Only the most influential whores showed that little skin. “As I recall, you were once quite eager to have children of your own. Heirs to strengthen your claim.”

“Heirs, yes,” Daemon conceded. “Bitch-spawn, not so much.”

“I see,” she smiled politely, but he could tell his words bothered her. For a woman who assured her own barrenness, she was quite protective of children. “So, you are not here to steal another egg, then.”

“No. If she doesn’t die before the runt is born, it can claim a dragon for itself – if it’s worthy of it, which I doubt.” He chuckled as a dark thought entered his mind, the kind he could only voice here in his vile little kingdom. “Sheepstealer may be a good fit. Though for a child of the Vale, ‘Sheepfucker’ would be a more apt name.”

Mysaria did not laugh with him.

“Oh, come on,” he sighed. “That was funny.”

She only frowned. “No matter your opinion of the mother, this child will still be yours. Your family, Daemon.”

He scoffed, turning away from her. But she did not relent.

“You have always been so careful not to leave bastards in your wake,” she insisted. “Yet now that you have the chance of a trueborn heir, you have no interest. I know you better than perhaps anyone, my Prince. But I do not understand this.”

Daemon scowled, his brow forming a hard line over his violet eyes.

“Whatever this child is, it’s worse than a bastard. Because it’s hers, and I hate her. I don’t want to live my life being forced to look at whatever crawls out of her wretched cunt. I don’t care if it is the very image of me – of a trueborn Targaryen. Because it will be, and will always be hers.”

He leaned forward, close enough that even the White Worm showed a glimmer of fear. “I have spent nine years of my life chained by my ‘marriage’ to that Bronze Bitch. The very worst thing I can imagine is having to live the rest of my life tied to her because my seed somehow found purchase in the arid desert of her womb.”

Even after all the years he had spent with her, he could not tell whether it was pity or disdain that now sparkled in Mysaria’s eyes. Perhaps both.

She stood and refilled his mug. “If she makes it through the pregnancy, she will not survive the birth.” When he raised an eyebrow in question, she clarified. “I have heard vivid accounts of her wounds. Tell me, was that you or Caraxes?”

“Bit of both, I suspect,” he snickered. “It is dangerous to ride a dragon without being properly strapped to the saddle. I must have forgotten.”

“I have only one last question.”

He gestured for her to go on. However personal and maddening this had gotten, it was at least mildly entertaining. A vent for his frustrations.

“Why give her your seed? Even to humiliate her, why take that risk? Why not just kill her?”

Silence fell in their little corner of the brothel.

“That was three questions.”

“Yes, but I seek only one answer.”

Daemon’s eyes grew ever dark. It was a darkness only a Targaryen with dragonfire in his blood could muster. The darkness that had made Visenya and Maegor, and many of his ancestors before, so fearsome.

“She mocked me.”

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Steve's Got a Date with a Vampire! (5)

part five of seven | Explicit (eventually) Part One | Part Four | Read on AO3

It had been less than two full days since the fair, and Steve was practically dying to be anywhere but at the Family Video. On a date with Eddie would have been preferable, but he wasn’t feeling all that picky after getting roped into picking up extra hours the day before. And now Steve was back again, wondering if Keith was single-handedly trying to keep him from finding an excuse to see Eddie.

“Please stop sighing,” Robin grumbled from across the store where she was restocking tapes. “It’s incredibly annoying.”

“I’m not sighing,” Steve argued, knowing full well he was lying.

“You are,” Robin glared at him. “And I’m sorry that your job is interfering with your love life, but you have to be here. So the least you could do is not spread your misery around.”

“You’re very mean to me,” Steve pointed out.

“I know,” Robin beamed back at him. “I’m the worst and that’s why you love me.”

Steve was gonna argue with her just to have something to do, but the phone rang before he got the chance. It was Dustin.

“What are you doing after work?” he asked without saying hello.

“Sleeping, hopefully,” Steve yawned. Back-to-back early shifts on the weekend was not something he was cut out for.

“Boring. I’m coming over,” Dustin informed him.

“May I ask why?” Steve made sure to let his lack of enthusiasm color his tone.

“First of all, because Ma is driving me a little bit batty,” Dustin complained. “Second, because I wanted to ask your advice about something Suzie related and it’s more of an in-person conversation.”

Steve’s eyes instinctively narrowed. He didn’t trust a single word Dustin said anymore, but if he was up to something Eddie related, that would be just about the only thing that could pick Steve’s spirits up at this point. So he didn’t bother to try and say no.

“Okay, when?” he asked instead.

“Do you actually care if I go over there now?” Dustin asked, his voice just a tad too sweet. “I could use the alone time and just see you after your shift. I’ll use the key under the frog.”

Several alarm bells started blaring in Steve’s head, ranging from Dustin willingly forgoing a free ride, to the fact that he wanted to spend—Steve checked the clock—three hours alone in Steve’s house.

Steve was very glad that he kept a spare shirt and some cologne in the trunk of his car for emergency after-work dates. He was kind of excited to see what the little asshole had planned next.

“Sure, kid,” Steve said with a smile. “Whatever you want.”

———

Steve really had to admire the scene that he walked into when he opened his front door.

Dustin pulled out all the cheesiest stops that he could think of, it seemed. All the lights were dimmed, candles flickered just about everywhere Steve looked, and a trail of goddamn rose petals led him through the house and out onto the back patio, which also happened to be recently decorated with several strings of fairy lights.

And there Eddie sat, dressed in his usual ripped jeans and a faded t-shirt, lounging in one of the patio chairs with all the grace of a Greek god and a small, soft smile on his face.

“Impressive little fucker, isn’t he?” Eddie asked as soon as he saw Steve taking in the view. More candles were scattered out here, easily complimenting the way the moonlight glittered against the calm surface of the pool. The table Eddie was sitting at had what looked like an entire meal prepared and waiting on it, and even a tablecloth, too. “I gotta say, I thought he might’ve been more subtle than this.”

For some reason all Steve’s half-functioning brain could ask was, “Did he leave all these candles burning and waiting for you?”

Eddie didn’t seem surprised by that question at all. He only smiled to himself and casually drummed his fingers against the tabletop as Steve made his way closer to sit.

“Oh, no,” Eddie’s eyes were full of mirth as he launched into his story about how he’d gotten roped into this one. “He let me in the front door, refused to answer any of my questions about why it looked like he was trying to seduce me, made me wait in the foyer, then booked it out the back door and took off on his bike into the woods.”

Steve folded himself into the chair opposite Eddie and hoped he looked graceful while doing it. He barely suppressed a hysterical laugh when he saw that Dustin had poured a glass of blood for Eddie into one of his mother’s crystal wine glasses.

“Subtlety isn’t exactly his strong suit,” Steve shrugged, and took a sip of the regular old Coke that was waiting for him in his own wine glass.

“Okay, fair,” Eddie agreed with a soft smile. “But I didn’t think he’d top locking us in a closet in terms of obviousness.”

“What excuse did he use on you?” Steve asked. “To get you here?”

“'Emergency' D&D character questions,” Eddie laughed. “You?”

“A conversation about Suzie that he really needed to have ‘in-person,’” Steve quoted, honestly thankful that had been a line.

“He’s lucky you didn’t have a cow and think he was gonna ask you about sex,” Eddie pointed out with a wry grin.

“Well, I might’ve,” Steve admitted, “if I didn’t know something like this was what he was really doing.”

Eddie’s eyes snapped to Steve’s then, like somehow he was actually surprised to hear it. Even after all this, he realized, Eddie wasn’t sure about how Steve felt. Two nights before, in somewhat of a daze in Robin’s bedroom, Steve made a promise to fix that. It seemed like now or never.

“And yet here you sit, apparently unbothered by it,” Eddie remarked.

“Yep,” Steve said, letting him dangle a little bit.

“Why?” Eddie asked, worrying at his bottom lip. Steve watched it greedily, keeping his eyes on Eddie’s mouth long enough for Eddie not to doubt his intention.

“Because I want to be here,” Steve said simply. “Why’d you stay?”

Eddie’s eyes were practically on fire as they got caught up in Steve’s. “Because I want to be here.”

Even though he knew it was coming, Steve’s stomach swooped to hear it straight from Eddie’s lips. He didn’t bother trying to hold back a beaming grin.

“Good,” he said, then pulled the lid off his plate to find that Chef Dustin made him a frozen pizza for dinner. Steve could only shake his head and laugh. “Should we eat, then?”

“Cheers.” Eddie held out his glass and clinked it against Steve’s. Then he leaned back in his seat, a picture of calm as he sipped his blood cocktail. He kept his eyes on Steve the whole time, looking over the rim of his glass and assessing Steve like he was some kind of puzzle.

“So, just to be clear,” Eddie said, and Steve bit back a self-satisfied smirk. “This is a date, right?”

“What gave it away?” Steve teased. He was entirely surprised—and pleased—to see that when Eddie looked down at his glass with a shy smile, it was to hide a blush. Steve couldn’t help himself when he said, “Wow. You’d think with the vampire powers you’d get lucky enough not to blush anymore.”

Eddie shot him a look that was both adorably embarrassed and somehow still full of heat. He squared his jaw, scoffed in an entirely offended tone, and said, “Well, my whole existence revolves around blood these days, sweetheart. So I’m afraid it’s only made mine more...reactive.”

Steve swallowed thick, catching what Eddie was hinting at, but he wanted to hear him say it.

“I’m so sorry for you,” Steve said, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too big.

“It comes with other advantages,” Eddie fluttered his eyelashes and actually glanced down at his lap for a fraction of a second, so quick Steve might’ve missed it. But Steve didn’t miss anything Eddie did these days.

“You’ll have to enlighten me later,” Steve said, voice full of promise.

“Bold assertion to make on a first date, Stevie,” Eddie murmured, and Steve merely smiled at him, unwilling to back down now. Eddie placed his glass down on the table in a fluid, graceful movement that left Steve watching every muscle move beneath his t-shirt.

“I’ve already let you drink my blood, Eds,” Steve pointed out with a laugh. “I think we’re beyond the rules about which base goes with which date.”

For a split second, Eddie stared at Steve in disbelief, and he worried he’d been too forward. But then Eddie laughed, flashing his dimples at Steve in a wickedly delighted grin.

“Speaking of first dates, how did we end up on ours courtesy of Dustin Henderson?” Eddie asked, sending a little bit of bite back in Steve’s direction.

Steve was hoping for a whole lot of bite, in reality, but that could be saved for later as well.

“You know how he is when he gets a bee in his bonnet,” Steve shrugged, pushing the thought away for now. But Eddie saw right through it.

“Oh, so you didn’t encourage him at all?” Eddie asked. “He just guessed that this—and the fair, and all the other insane shit he’s done recently—was something you’d be open to?”

“I mean, we’ve both been kind of obvious,” Steve tried.

“Stevie.” Eddie’s voice dipped low, and Steve knew he wasn’t gonna wiggle out of this one. Weren’t vampires supposed to be able to read minds? Was that what was happening, or was Steve just about as transparent as Eddie’s skin, these days?

“I might have admitted to him that I have a teeny crush on you?” Steve offered up, hoping Eddie wouldn’t run wild with it.

Really, he knew better. Eddie’s face split open into a wild grin, fangs and all.

“And we both know that’s as good as opening the floodgates,” Eddie said, absolutely gleeful.

That was true enough, Steve would admit. But there was something of an undercurrent to Eddie’s expression, lurking just beneath the surface. Like some kind of deeper understanding.

“You did it too, didn’t you?” Steve asked, letting a few pieces slot together into place in an instant. Of course Dustin would have been pushing harder if he had confirmation of affection on both sides. Eddie laughed, looked away for a split second, then trained his eyes on Steve’s face again.

“Right after the pool party. He kept asking me why I was sulking,” Eddie said simply. “And he wasn’t buying the ‘I’m an undead creature now, Henderson, I’m allowed to be in a mood,’ excuses, either. He just came right out and said, ‘It’s because of Steve, isn’t it?’ And I caved. I can never say no to that little shit.”

“Well, we definitely have that in common,” Steve said around a disbelieving little laugh. Sometimes he didn’t know if he wanted to throttle Dustin or kiss his forehead. “He asked me if I hated you, and accused me of acting like King Steve again with those big sad eyes he does? So I had no choice but to admit why I was getting all flustered around you.”

“Because you had a crush on me,” Eddie added with a smirk. “Just to clarify.”

“Have,” Steve corrected, staring at Eddie unabashed now. “Present tense, Munson.”

There was that blush again. Goddamnit, this was already the most fun Steve had had on a date in ages. Maybe ever.

Steve realized that the more he opened up, the more of a response he got out of Eddie. So he kept going.

“Robin agrees with you,” Steve said casually, and Eddie tipped his head to the side in question. “Her theory is that I told him because I knew he’d help make this happen.”

“Did you?” Eddie asked, grinning again.

“I didn’t really mean to,” Steve admitted. “But, in the back of my mind, or whatever? Probably.”

“Such game, you have,” Eddie teased. He added to the effect by nudging Steve’s foot with his own. Instead of feeling embarrassed about it, Steve leaned in to the buzz of anticipation it gave him, to relinquish a little bit of power to Eddie. Steve could see how it affected Eddie, knowing how gone Steve was for him—hearing him admit the lengths he’d go to for Eddie’s attention.

“I won Lars for you, didn’t I?” Steve said, somehow managing to defend himself a little while only adding to the effect. Eddie dipped his head to give him credit for that. “And I thought my game in the pool was pretty good, even if you won that round.”

“So you did like the popsicles,” Eddie said, like he was realizing it for the first time.

“Um, obviously,” Steve said, still incredulous that Eddie hadn’t been sure. Steve was pretty sure that particular display had left him drooling.

“I mean, you got all cagey after that!” Eddie said. “I thought I freaked you out!”

“Jesus, Eds. I wasn’t freaked out, I was turned on,” Steve groaned. “And in a room full of children, wanting nothing more than to jump in your goddamn lap.”

Eddie looked at Steve like he was considering inviting him to sit in his lap now. Steve would have happily accepted, but forced himself to wait for whatever Eddie had to say, first.

“I—okay.” Eddie huffed, then leaned back in his chair and dragged his eyes down Steve’s chest. He met Steve’s gaze again with complete earnestness. “I never thought of it that way.”

“Not even after the closet?” Steve asked, an eyebrow raised. Now that he’d said it out loud and Eddie knew, he wanted Eddie to know every single time Steve felt like he’d melt in Eddie’s presence. Which was pretty much always.

“I may have noticed some…excitement,” Eddie said with a teasing grin. “But I talked myself out of it meaning anything. I’d just sucked your blood and all.”

“Eddie,” Steve sighed, wondering how on earth they were both so stupid.

“I’m not good at this like you are!” Eddie exclaimed, and Steve gave him what he hoped was a deeply skeptical look. “I’m not, okay? I can string together some pretty words but the actual wining and dining part? Dustin gets that from you, not me.”

“I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit,” Steve said softly. Even he had to admit he could have taken the leap, or at least done more to show his interest in Eddie was serious, but Steve wasn’t going to beat himself up over it now. Not now that Eddie was here, talking openly about his feelings and occasionally blushing. “I’m sorry for ever making it seem like I’m not crazy attracted to you, or that I wouldn’t want this.”

“We’re kinda dumb, huh?” Eddie asked, and Steve couldn’t help but grin stupidly.

“Yeah, kinda,” he agreed. “Thank god we have Dustin.”

Eddie laughed, a delighted and lilting sound, and readjusted in his seat by just a touch. He was still smiling, but had all the sincerity Steve had ever heard in his voice when he said, “I’m sorry for always assuming the worst.”

Steve might’ve had the impulse to think Eddie’s assuming the worst was about him, about his past and how he probably didn’t deserve the benefit of the doubt. But looking in Eddie’s eyes in that moment, he knew there was more to it. He could see the same insecurities he wrestled with dancing there behind Eddie’s gaze—the assumption that he couldn’t possibly be getting what he wanted.

Steve reached his hand across the table in offering, and Eddie quickly threaded his fingers through Steve’s and gently squeezed.

“Do you have popsicles for dessert?” Steve half-joked, trying to put a smile back on Eddie’s face. It felt less funny and more suggestive when Eddie’s eyes flicked to Steve’s neck, though. Steve felt a wave of heat wash over him and pool in his gut, threatening to burn him through.

Eddie raised a single eyebrow in curious inquiry. “Are you offering?”

Steve didn’t get the chance to reply before a low rumble of thunder came booming across the sky in warning, and Eddie’s eyes lit up like the promise of a storm thrilled him. The first waft of rain soaked air finally hit Steve’s nose, and he breathed in the sweet, earthy smell of it. He wasn’t in any rush to get inside if that was just the first warning boom.

It turned out he was wrong, though, and it wasn’t enough warning at all. Within seconds a sheet of rain descended upon the back patio, and the both of them were caught in the downpour. The patio umbrella they were under shielded them from most of it, but it was a good ten feet to reach the shelter of the house.

“Think we can make a run for it?” Steve asked as he quickly moved around the table towards Eddie, holding out his hand in offering. Eddie smirked, all-knowing and confident as he grabbed on and stood. Eddie’s mannerisms had always fascinated Steve, the way he used his body to perform, to impart extra emotion into everything he said and did. But now Eddie had a lithe kind of grace to him, as well, which was just as mesmerizing to watch.

Steve realized he was staring and snapped himself out of it. He dragged his eyes up towards Eddie’s and they exchanged a determined glance. Then they made a run for it.

Steve didn’t account for how Eddie’s speed would get them inside nearly unscathed. Steve had been expecting to get drenched, but Eddie deftly danced them inside with a finesse that made Steve’s stomach swoop. What few fat, cold raindrops did manage to catch them only made Steve laugh, feeling all at once like a little kid again from the thrill of it.

“Forgot you could do that,” Steve said, breathless once Eddie had the patio door sliding shut behind them again. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to shake loose what little rain had caught him.

Eddie was still watching the rain through the door, an almost spellbound look on his face.

“You okay?” Steve asked, laying a gentle hand on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie turned to him with a smile that made Steve’s heart beat a little faster.

“Perfect, actually. I was scared I would hate lightning now, after everything.” Eddie paused to look out through the glass doors, apparently marveling at the way the rain made the surface of the pool ripple. “This is the first good storm since I woke up, though. I’m glad I'm with you for it.”

“Me, too,” Steve all but whispered, just as another crack of lighting broke across the sky, illuminating Eddie’s pale skin in a milky glow. He was so goddamn beautiful that Steve’s breath caught.

Of course, it was in that moment that the power cut out.

“Seriously?” Steve laughed as he looked around them. Thanks to Dustin’s candles they weren’t immediately plunged into darkness, at least. “All that planning and the little shit didn’t check the weather?”

Eddie snorted as he turned around and took in the scene around them, with everything now illuminated in a soft glow. “I’m wondering if this isn’t exactly how he planned it, actually.”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, realizing Eddie was probably right. “If I find out we’re the only ones without power…”

“C’mon Stevie,” Eddie chuckled and tugged him towards the living room. “Might as well make good use of the candles and rose petals.”

Part Six!

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