#Ngl I was writing this and loving the ATMOSPHERE

[uroborosymphony]

A night of Celebration. Quinn's goal was clear from the start : for it to be even bigger than the coronation of the King of the United Kingdom himself. The club is booked and private entirely until dawn and of course, decorated in the Black Dang colors : red, black, and gold. The lights, the music, the fever were intoxicating through the night, in an atmosphere of luxury, opulence and euphoria. Taiyang's birthday. Her King's special day. A time more private was on the list as well, one she decided to keep for later, just the two of them. But Quinn, despite wanting him all for herself knew his special day was an important one to celebrate with the gang, their found family. The members loved and cared for their leader, it was important for them to be here, to honor him, to thank him. Along with the members of Black Fang, friends along with allies from the underground scenes were here as well ; all united, in their fanciest, most expensive Armanis, suits and gowns, finest brands of jewerly on their wrists and necks, and in their hands : stacks on stacks on stracks, down tables for bets and business fun. This world that was reeking of crime and glamourous, of mobsters and schemes and traffics yet wrapped in a crazy festive and celebrating spirit : their world. The main booth was right in the middle of the club under the lights, cushions made of black leathers around the main table where a gigantic cake is being brought, to which everyone is already agitating and gathering around for. And here they were, Taiyang, sitting down the main couch with Quinn, as usual on his lap, her body glued to his the way they always aere - as usual, private conversations in the ear with his arm is wrapped around her waist, mixed with drinking along with the seconds in Black Fang who are sitting with them ; while the rest of the gang and guests gravite around. When the cake is finally put down, it's time for Quinn to stand up. Before doing so she places a kiss on Taiyang's temple, escaping from his grip and finally ready for her speech. Finding herself in the center of attentions, the queen raises her glass to make everyone focus, she does not have to speak nor raise voice as they all keep quiet and listen. Quinn is in her usual apparel, a Prada red dress and her black hair cascading down her shoulders ; Vivienne Westwood around her neck, jewelry gifted by him for Valentine's day.

            for @velvetineblue

"Well, Well, Well," She starts as the music is also turned down to minimum. "I feel like we haven't been reunited like that since we got arrested after the Shinhan heist, God." Quinn announces, which makes the assemblee laugh out loud - she is refering to of course another successful operation of theirs, meanwhile the authorities knew they did it, it was impossible for them to arrest the Gang : they all got freed in less than a few days but Oh, it was fun. "We are gathered here today, Black Fang and friends, criminials and associates, to celebrate the birth of our beloved Leader." She then says, loud, to which everyone around cheers, makes noise and whistles for before calming down again. During the agitation, Quinn's eyes remain on Taiyang, and her smile, so wide. It is rare to witness a Quinn in such a state of happiness and euphoria - she of course is carrying herself as usual : almighty and cunty, but clearly enjoying herself, relaxed, excited to celebrate his birthday, far from the Quinn who is usually Oh so serious and bossing everyone around. Organizing this night for him took her weeks and weeks, to make sure all their olds friends could attend, some even flying on purpose from Taiwan and NYC for him. There is an outrageous mountain of presents too, on a table a little meters furthur, luxury gifts for the King that were occupying all the space, all over the top. "Isn't it funny? Last year I remember celebrating his birthday and it was just the two of us. In that little restaurant we love to go to." Quinn then keeps going, her voice light as she starts pacing around, in order to now look at everyone, share her speech to everyone. "Yeah.. twelve months ago, we were still discussing weither or not to take the lead of the gang. We were nobodies, you know, just two rascals wanting to risk it all by following his legacy, wanting to change the scene, wanting to change this World. And we are doing it, people. Together, we are fucking doing it. Twelve months later, the gang has prospered and is now one of the most respected, most talked about, most uncatchable and most FEARED name on the scene!" Quinn keeps on saying, almost shouting the last words that makes the club go crazy another time, banging down the ground and cheering. Once they are calm again, her steps, in her high black heels bring her back to her initial spot, her eyes going back no Taiyang, watching him. "And it's all thanks to him. Taiyang changed Black Fang. With his passion, with his understanding, with his diligence, he made us a family. He has changed me, into a better version of myself. He has changed as well, into a man I hope he is proud of, the way I've always been proud of him. The Love of my life, right here. " Of course to this line, spoken on a more emotional tone, many many awwwws escape from the crowd which makes Quinn laughs softly, almost gigglish out of sudden timidness, perhaps showing a side of her she never shows to them all. "Alright. Alright. Shut up." She adds on a sharp tone, yet impossible for her to hold her smile, causing them all to laugh in a gentle way. "It's just the beginning you all know that. What's waiting for us tomorrow is bigger than what we have today. Let's thank our leader for that, our Taiyang. Well actually- Mine, I will slice any of you open if you ever call him Yours let's be clear, I'm just being polite here." Another rounds of laughters come along with her lines as they know the Queen is teasing, messing with them. "Especially you Yoona, yeah you think I don't see you over there? Just stop looking at him like that I got a knife of my garter." Quinn then adds on a snap, glaring at the said Yoona who is known to have her eyes lingering on him all the fucking time - which makes the crown let some saucy " wooooos " out, obviously taking Quinn's side on this one, nobody wanted to be in Yoona's stop right now, the poor girl looking down.

"Happy Birthday to you Taiyang." Quinn then says, ending her little speech by raising her speech as she is mirrored by everyone around, raising their drinks as well.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOSS!"

They all shout as they clap, cheer and stand up, loud - the club on fire as they all chant for him. Quinn hurries back to Taiyang in little steps in her heels, not sitting down but right in front of him, placing her hands down his thighs as she leans down to give him a kiss. A passionate and wild birthday kiss, the type that ends up making her catch his jawline for grip with one hand, and pull him into the kiss deeper, her grin enable to be tamed down against his lips, to which the others keep on cheering for. "Happy Birthday my Everything." Quinn whispers agains his lips, her smile impossible to contain. "Mm I wanted to jump out of that cake for you to devour me but I figured that should come for the After party." She speaks on her usual seductive tone, her fingers catching his collar to pull on it, her eyes filled with mischief, always linked with his as her nose is pressed against his. "How about you get the knife out of my garter and slice the cake? I can take care of Yoona another day. I want to share a slice with you."

[handgiven]

thinking about emmanuel sitting in on poetry readings & live music performances. bobbing his curly hair back and forth, letting his eyes wander over horizons unseen, tapping his fingers, having the best time just listening in on the human perception of the world :')

[literary-motif]

I love this so much, but it also tore out my heart and made me suffer.

The Song A Dove Sings

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Synopsis: You sing Xanthus a beautiful song; one he won’t forget for as long as he lives.

Warning: Mentions of blood.

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As dawn made way for the morning rise, with the orange, pink and red hues rolling over into a sky blue, your eyelids fluttered open to the golden rays of sunlight poking its way through the curtains, and the gentle chirps of the birds roosting in nearby trees. The rays of sunlight that woven its way through the balcony window painted the room in an ethereal golden glow. You were enveloped in the warmness of the blankets, the strong hold of the man you loved most, and the faint, lingering smell of cologne and coca butter. You focused on the hushed sound of his breathing, and the warm air of his breath dancing on your neck. You looked at his peaceful expression, the way his blonde hair fell messily over his pale face, and those long, beautiful eyelashes that so perfectly complimented those stunning ruby red eyes you’ve adored so much. Like most people, you weren’t a fan of mornings—and it’s not for the typical reasons. Before you and Xanthus found each other, you woke up to a gaping cavity in your heart, suffocated by the air of solitude that filled the room. It didn’t matter how brightly the sun shined, how blue the sky was, or how loudly the birds sang; mundanity always hung above your head like a dark storm cloud. Seeing your partner’s face reminded you that you were not alone anymore. With every rise and fall of his chest, with every hushed breath that entered the atmosphere, you were reminded that your melancholic days were fewer and far in between. And so, with your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, yielding to the gentle call of sleep—you nestled further into the warm embrace of the one you loved most in this world.

Until you heard a familiar cooing sound. A familiar chirp—one that echoed in the air; its sound fluttering through the wind, just like the wings of the bird it belonged to.

A familiar song.

Your eyes popped open—any trace of fatigue and weariness melting away. As much as it pained you leave the serenity of Xanthus’ arms, you had to. So, with a quiet groan and a lot of caution, you slowly crept out of bed and tiptoed to the balcony window. And sure enough, there it was.

A Mourning Dove.

Your stomach swirled with nostalgia, and your chest felt heavy. It had been ages since you saw one, and even longer since you’ve heard its hauntingly beautiful call. As the bird sang, you took a moment to admire its muted colors—its little body covered in beige and light gray hues. The corners of your mouth quirked up fondly as you watched the dove’s chest and throat puff out to make each sound.

“Love?” A groggy voice groaned behind you.

You turned around to see Xanthus sitting upright, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“There’s a mourning dove outside,” you replied.

He got out of bed and walked over to the balcony window.

“Ah. So there is. I haven’t seen one in so long, which makes sense—they aren’t native to the U.K.”

You didn’t answer. You merely watched it sing some more. And although, for a time, the silence between you two was very comforting, you could practically feel Xanthus’ inquisitive gaze.

“I take it that you really like this bird?”

“Yeah. A long time ago, back when I used to live with my parents—a dove that looked just like this one would perch on a ledge outside my window, and sing— once in every blue moon. I know a lot of people think that it sings a sad song, but I never thought so. I always felt comforted, and even a little joyful when I’d hear its song.”

“Is that so?”

You hummed. “I’ve always envied them.”

“Why?”

“Because they’re free; they have peace. I didn’t have that growing up. For my entire life, I was forced to live in fear—always looking over my shoulder, always flinching at every corner. I never let myself fully trust people because I never knew what their true intentions were. It felt like I was…trapped in a cage. And since everyone was out to get me and family, I never really got a chance to actually live my life.”

The cage might’ve been spacious, filled with all the luxuries one could ever ask for—it might’ve been familiar, and full of the people you loved, but…

A cage is still a cage, nonetheless.

“Do you feel free now?” Xanthus asked.

You hummed and rested your head on his shoulder. Dontis was an absolute saint for opening up his home to you two. He’s helped you guys out in more ways in one. You certainly weren’t ungrateful for everything he’s done for you two, but at that point it’d been months since you’ve left his penthouse. Months since you’ve got to try new food, or interacted with new people. Months since you were able to live your life.

Yes, his house was full of luxuriously plush couches, beautiful paintings, and wide flat screen T.Vs, but you still weren’t free. A cage is still a cage. But even after everything you’ve been through, if there was one thing you’d gained—-it was peace. You’ve found peace with Xanthus, and that was enough for now.

“When I die, I think I wanna become a mourning dove.”

Xanthus turned his head toward you. “What?”

“I remember you telling me something about the jokes vampires make when they die. You told me that if you died, you’d come back as a bat. So, I’m telling you now that when I die, I’m gonna come back as a mourning dove. So make sure to keep your ears open;

‘Cause I’m gonna sing you a beautiful song.”

……..

No matter where he went or where he tried to hide, death followed Xanthus everywhere—but it never really bothered him until he met you. Humans lives were fleeting compared to his own, and as fragile as a porcelain tea cup, teetering dangerously on the edge of a high shelf; one nudge away from shattering into numerous irreparable pieces. He never liked thinking about your death, or what’d it be like if you were gone—so he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, and cherished your presence while you were still around.

But ever since you and him had that conversation, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He didn’t stop thinking about it when he held your broken and bloodied body in his arms—your face drained of any color, your eyes dull and lifeless.

He didn’t stop thinking about it as he tore Audric to shreds after what he did to you. He could still feel the warmth of his blood dripping from his fingers.

He didn’t stop thinking about it when he gave your eulogy, or when he and your loved ones walked to the graveyard.

And he most definitely didn’t stop thinking about it when they lowered your coffin 6 feet into the cold, dark ground.

He couldn’t bring himself to leave your grave—even after everyone left. He couldn’t bring himself to speak, or to mutter any sort of apology for getting you into this mess. For being so careless. For being so damn weak. All he could do was sit in front of your grave, with his face buried in his hands, and sob inconsolably. He’d lost the person he was supposed to protect; his lover, a piece of his soul. And now, he felt incomplete—broken, even. So, all he could do was sit there, and cry until there were no tears left to shed.

Until he heard a familiar coo. A familiar chirp.

A familiar song.

He took his face out of his hands, and looked up; the red, bloody tears still streaming out of his wide eyes. And sure enough, there it was, perched on your headstone:

A Mourning Dove.

Its little body was bathed in beige and light gray hues, its throat and chest puffed out as it sang. And Xanthus watched quietly in disbelief until it was over. He reached his hand out, and the dove perched on his finger. And as soon as the bird made contact, he felt it.

It was you.

You came back to say goodbye to him, one last time.

The dove cooed once more, and flew away—the faint flapping sounds of its wings fading further and further away. He watched as the dove flew toward the sky.

You were finally at peace. You were finally free.

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A/N: Ever since part 8.1–when Xanthus jokes about dying and being reincarnated as a bat, I couldn’t stop thinking about what kind of animal listener would end up being. I really, really love mourning doves, and I’ve always thought that they’d be a good fit for listener.

[angelsheartts]

Hi!! I was wondering if I could request the “hope nobody will catch us!” prompt for Angel dust x gn! reader too? Thank you love!!❤️❤️

��‧₊˚ I HOPE NOBODY CATCH US !! .

(but i kinda hope they catch us, anyways)

#pairing: angel dust, husk, velvette, lute x gn reader

#cw: suggestive content, +18 mdni, cuss words Imao, getting caught in suggestive situations ig?? adam being adam on lutes part, drunk sex?, kind of only fans on velvettes part ngl.

#notes: just got back from vacation, and i do feel kind of inspirational to write on my blog lmao, so here it is! second part of "i hope nobody catch us". did anyone noticed it’s the lyrics from les - childish gambino?

PART l

˖ ˚ ༘✶ ANGEL DUST .

well, it’s kind of ironic how angel dust would actually care if someone would see you both fucking, but it’s just because he actually wants to have something intimate with you, not just some porn video where you both need to act.

today, valentino had given your partner finally a day off, so you both decided it would be the best to spend it together.

as you both were cuddling in his bed, you somehow started teasing him by confessing how you watched one of his adult videos, and how much it had turned you, so it wasn’t a big surprise how you ended having him on top of you.

"that’s kinky for you to say, but keep going" angel dust said, smirking at you while already having your underwear aside "well, at first i saw how you went down on them, and-" suddenly fat nuggets was on the bed looking at you both.

yeah, so after seeing your kid staring at you both, it really made the atmosphere so not hot.

˖ ˚ ༘✶ HUSK .

i mean, husk, and you do have a pretty regular intimate life cause this man is sooo touch starved, but there’s something different about being drunk and intimate to him.

you knew you both had maybe a few more drinks than usually, but that wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?

wrong, as soon as you started to feel the alcohol doing its thing, you soon started to feel horny too.

but, who could judge you? seeing your bartender boyfriend also with the same flushed face as you was so hot, you somehow ended on top of the counter, while having your boyfriend kiss your neck.

"Oh, for fucks sake, and everyone says im the perverted one?"

yeah, hearing angel dust words made you both stop, but it didn’t make you stopped once you reached your bedroom.

˖ ˚ ༘✶ VELVETTE .

your girlfriend being a famous influencer in hell wasn’t something new to you, but as soon as you both started dating, you didn’t expect her to literally get sent sex toys for you both to try out and recommend or give your review about it.

your girlfriend was doing a live on her sinstagram, when you unexpectedly entered the room in the lingerie she just bought you just a few days ago.

of course, she had to end her livestream by saying a lame excuse to pamper your needs, and what the best way to do that with testing the vibrator who got sent to her for a review.

"velvette, ah- it‘s too much, i‘m going to cum" while sitting on her lap and putting your arms around her neck, you both suddenly heard velvettes phone vibrating like crazy, turns out she never ended her livestream and all hell just saw how needy you were for her.

after really ending the live, let’s just say that the vibrator you used got most-sold-sex-toy of the month.

˖ ˚ ༘✶ LUTE .

your girlfriend is somehow always occupied with something that isn’t you, so you might of have your ways to have her attention.

even though your girlfriend is an exterminator, you both sometimes ended up working together.

so, if dragging her near a closet to have her all for yourself was bad, then what you wanted to do in there with her would be worse.

"(name), it’s not appropriate, and adam is gonna be here anytime soon" lute said, staring at your face with her mask "yeah, yeah you say that every time, but you know how it always ends"

and yes, it was true, your girlfriend knew your true intentions when you dragged her into the closet, but still, she had a kinky side where she liked doing things you weren’t supposed to.

not to mention how hot you looked when you tried to be the dominant one.

"fuck, you're already so wet, huh? is it because you like getting me in trouble or because you want me to punish you?" she said, rubbing her fingers near your clit faster each time, "ah, lute-! keep going" "you’re a fucking mess, answer my questi-"

"DANGERTITS? bullshit, why the fuck didn’t i come sooner? legit thought you didn’t have sex, but you know what? this can get pretty awesome if i joi-“

adam did in fact not join you both, but he did make lute clear that "you both needed the original dick to even come" - adams words.

[mononijikayu]

i wanna be your slave — ryomen sukuna.

In this intimate cocoon, where every sensation was heightened and every touch was electric, you and Sukuna were locked in a world of your own making. The heat and arousal created an environment of pure, unfiltered mess and desire, the outside world nothing more than a distant memory. Sukuna's breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in, his voice a deep, commanding murmur. “Forget what they told you, hm?” he said, his tone laced with a dark, seductive edge. “All those warnings, all those fears—they mean nothing here.”

Genre: Alternate Universe — Canon Convergence

Warning/s: Alternate Universe, NSFW, Concubine! Reader, Heian! Trueform Sukuna, R-18, Pure Smut, Explicit Sex, Roughness, Unprotected Sex, P on V Sex, Double Penetration, Pet Names, Praising, Patronizing Insults, Teasing, Breeding, Size Differences, Overstimulation, Creampie, Possessiveness, Profanity, Mentions of Body Parts, Mention of Explicit Sexual Acts, Mention of Breeding, Mention of Rough Acts, Reader Is Trying to Survive Sukuna, Sukuna's Obssessed As Hell;

Words: 3.2k words.

masterlist

kayu's playlist - side 800;

note: i don't know if i wrote this very well but this was really something that i took a time to write this because i kept imagining how the positions would work in my head. also sukuna really is hot guys like heian sukuna does things to me??? ashes of love really should have been this too ngl??? anyway, i hope you all enjoy this!!! i love you all!! see you on the satoru reincarnation series <3

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YOU ALWAYS SURRENDERED TO SUKUNA FAST. The room was saturated with a heady blend of heat and arousal, the atmosphere almost palpable in its intensity. The air was dense, carrying the weight of your shared desire as it mingled with the primal, rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin. Each slap of Sukuna’s hips against yours echoed with a visceral, urgent rhythm that seemed to reverberate through every corner of the room.

The walls themselves felt like they were closing in, drawn tighter by the charged energy of the moment. The temperature seemed to rise with every movement, the warmth of your bodies pressed together creating a cocoon of intimacy and passion. This charged environment only intensified the connection between you and Sukuna, making every touch and thrust feel magnified.

Every motion between you two seemed to magnify the electric tension that hung in the air. As Sukuna’s body moved against yours, each shift and thrust was a testament to the raw, unfiltered power he exerted. His control over the situation was palpable, a tangible force that heightened the pleasure and surrender coursing through you. 

The rhythmic clash of your bodies was both relentless and hypnotic, a primal dance of domination and submission. The sound of your breaths mingling with the rhythmic pounding was music to your lord’s ear, that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. Each stroke and shift in position was like a perfect note in a symphony of desire, amplifying the intensity and pushing deeper.

The heat in the room grew almost unbearable, not just from the physical exertion but from the charged atmosphere created by your shared passion. It was a space where every subtle movement, every whispered breath, and every touch was amplified, magnifying the depth of your connection. The air was thick with anticipation, each moment stretching out as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable crescendo.

In this intimate cocoon, where every sensation was heightened and every touch was electric, you and Sukuna were locked in a world of your own making. The heat and arousal created an environment of pure, unfiltered mess and desire, the outside world nothing more than a distant memory.

Sukuna's breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in, his voice a deep, commanding murmur. “Forget what they told you, hm?” he said, his tone laced with a dark, seductive edge. “All those warnings, all those fears—they mean nothing here.”

You gasped, the sound swallowed by the intensity of his thrusts. Your body responded to him with a desperate need, and you clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “I don’t care about them, my lord.” you breathed out, your voice trembling with both pleasure and conviction. “I want it to be good. I want it hard. Only you can give it to me.”

A satisfied smirk curled on Sukuna’s lips, his eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of pride and desire. “You know that’s right, hm?” he growled, his voice rough with arousal. “No one else can touch you like this, no one else can make you feel what I do.”

His words were a taunt and a promise, each thrust a reminder of the exclusive, raw connection between you. “You need this, don’t you?” he continued, his voice low and seductive. “You need me to push you, to make you feel every inch of me.”

You moaned in response, your body arching to meet his forceful movements. “Yes, my lord!” you gasped, your voice barely audible over the sound of your shared passion. “I need you. Only you can—”

“Only I can do what? Huh, little one?” Sukuna interrupted, his tone sharp and commanding. “My lord, huh? I am your only one. The only lord that can make you come undone, make you beg for more?”

“Uh—uh, yes!” you cried out, your voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. “Only you can make me lose control, make me feel this way.”

His grin widened, a dark satisfaction reflected in his eyes. “Good little girl..” he murmured, his voice a dangerous whisper. “Because I plan to make sure you never forget just how right it feels with me. I’ll push you, make you crave every moment of this.”

You could feel the way Sukuna’s hips moved with a relentless, rhythmic pounding, each thrust a masterful display of control and power. His smirk, a wicked and triumphant curve of his lips, spoke volumes about his dominance and satisfaction. It was clear that he reveled in the way he made you shiver and quake beneath him, finding pleasure in both the physical and emotional control he wielded. He liked power. You’ve always known that. You always knew that he was too good at it. And he liked it.

He alternated between the two with a deliberate precision, his cocks switching in and out of you with a calculated force. You could feel tears piercing through your eyes, one after another. He was hitting hard, he always has. Each motion was both punishing and exhilarating, a dance of dominance and submission that left you breathless and yearning for more. The friction between you was electric, building with every thrust until your body could no longer contain the overwhelming surge of pleasure.

As your lord Sukuna fucked you hard and fast, his movements were driven by a primal need to own you, to punish you, to pleasure you. You could feel everything. It’s the way one cock after the other pressed and stretched you with every thrust made your body quiver uncontrollably. You could feel your nerves, like they were on fire, each touch and penetration igniting a chain reaction of pleasure that coursed through you with relentless intensity.

You were reduced to nothing when it comes to him. And you liked it. When he picks you in the room, out of all those witless lines of girls, you always feel like you were the chosen one. Each night felt like you were being cleansed. He was your devil, giving your redemption. Looking to be cleaned by the mess he gives you. And you never complained like all those girls did. You took it. You loved it. You worshiped it, his pleasure. 

Every inch of your body can only come alive with the sensation of your lord Sukuna’s cocks inside of you, overtaking you whole. Your eyes rolled back intensely as the sound of his hips meeting yours was a relentless thunderstrike, driving you closer and closer to the brink of completion. The more it hurt, the more it raged inside of you, the more your moans and gasps filled the room. Sukuna thinks that you create such a beautiful symphony of pleasure for him. With each surrender too, it can only ever become even sweeter. 

The sensation of his cocks bullying deeper and deeper one after another into you was a blend of pain and pleasure, each thrust pushing you further into a state of complete submission. If anyone were to watch it, they would be sickened by it. To see such a lady be ravaged like she was a prey of some monster. But you didn’t care. You would think anyone watching would be too dead to give any opinion either. 

His large hands gripped onto you tighter. You could feel the way your skin was slick with sweat, your body trembling under the sheer force of his dominance. You were exhausted to be sure, but you would never say that. Nor would you say that the  friction was almost too much to bear. You wanted to make your lord feel good. You wanted to make yourself feel good too. This was exactly what you craved, this animalistic raw, unfiltered desire that surged between you cannot be stopped. Not when he has awakened it in you.

The more time went on and continued, the more the world outside ceased to exist. All that was left was reduced to the intimate space between you two, where his dominance and your submission were the only things that mattered. Your lips parted, loud mewls and cries escaping as he bullied his thick cocks impossibly deeper inside you. You wondered at times if there was even space for his cocks to go deeper into you. But you don’t think nothingness will stop him. Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, the intensity overwhelming your senses.

“My poor little thing.” he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. “I thought you liked this sort of thing? I thought you liked being my beauty, hm? Thought you liked how I could be a monster to you, with these cocks?”

“I–I…I do!” you moaned shakily, drool falling off your lips as your legs trembled as he switched fully to the other cock, the one you swore was even larger, stretching you to your limits. “‘I–I do! M–my lord….please….”

“Feeling me good down there, huh?” he teased, his voice a low growl that reverberated through you. “You could feel it well, how it swells inside you, hm?”

Sukuna hammered into you with an unrelenting rhythm, his movements taking on a relentless and demanding pace that left no room for respite. Each thrust hurt, it was a reminder. A powerful assertion of no one else but him could have shown. He was a force that drove deep into you with a precision that made your entire body quiver. The intensity of his movements was almost blinding, the world outside fading into insignificance as the sensation of him inside you became the only reality.

His cocks, thick and veined, always pushed against your walls with an almost brutal insistence. Your pussy struggled to accommodate his girth, the friction building with every deep, forceful thrust. His cock’s relentless pounding created a delicious stretch that had your walls clenching and tightening around him, trying desperately to adjust to his size. The sensation of being so fully and thoroughly filled was dizzying, sending waves of pleasure and overstimulation that pushed you closer to the edge with each passing moment.

Sukuna’s hands were firm and unyielding as they gripped your hips, the pressure of his fingers bruising against your flesh. The way he held you, forcing you to remain in place, accentuated the feeling of being completely at his mercy. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto yours with an almost predatory gaze. There was a challenge in his look, daring you to endure, to keep up with the relentless pace he set. He wanted you to take everything he had to give, and the sheer force of his gaze made it clear that he expected nothing less.

Your body responded instinctively to his relentless assault, meeting his movements with a desperate fervor that bordered on madness. Every thrust seemed to ignite a new level of pleasure within you, pushing you further toward the brink of ecstasy. The rhythm of his pounding was relentless, a ceaseless drive that had you gasping and moaning in time with each forceful push.

Your mind was a haze of pleasure, every sensation magnified to an almost unbearable intensity. The way Sukuna’s cocks moved inside you one after another, the way his hands held you in place, and the look of determination in his eyes combined to create a torrent of feelings that left you teetering on the edge of release. You clung to him, your body arching and writhing beneath him, driven by a primal need to meet his dominance with an equally fierce submission.

The four walls of this room seemed to spin around you over and over, and you surrendered completely to the overwhelming tide of pleasure, lost in the sensation of lord Sukuna’s dominance and the exquisite pain and pleasure he brought with every thrust. In his arms, you were both undone and complete, your world reduced to the here and now, to the heat and power of Ryomen Sukuna’s touch.

Sukuna’s pace never faltered as he drove into you with relentless intensity, your body arching under his expert touch. His dark red eyes were dark with desire, a mix of possession and something deeper that flickered within their depths. He knows he owns you, and yet somehow — he still wants more of you. He still craves to own you. Over and over, each night he asks for your presence, to take you over and over. He still wants more. He still has the greed, the hunger to want more.

“You are my precious little one, hm? I cannot let anyone find you like this. Your lord is too jealous.” Sukuna growled, his voice rough with emotion as he watched you writhe beneath him. Each word was punctuated by a powerful thrust, sending a shiver of pleasure through you. “He does not like his little one getting looked at, hm? Only he can do that, don’t you agree?”

If a servant was out there, you knew that all they'd hear was your gasps and the sound of Sukuna’s hips slamming against you. But you doubt they would be allowed to live. No one was allowed to even be near this room when Sukuna took his rights with you. He wants it to only be him. He has always made it clear — you belonged to him. No one else. 

You groaned as you pulled at his massive arms, trying to catch some levity. But as he changed the position slightly, to get deeper into you — you lose any relief.  His massive hands moved to your thighs, pulling you closer, deeper, as if he could never get enough. You could feel it, your eyes were closing soon. You were passing out from exhaustion. He snickers.

“Make good on your promise, little one.” he continued, his breath hot against your ear. “Take it all. You cannot fail your lord now, my little willing cock slave.”

As though by sheer force of will, your body responded instinctively to his words. Tired as you were, you were eager to please and be blessed. You do all you could to keep your hips rising to meet his own, chasing the pleasure that only he could give. You were going to come, you were certain of that. You must last. You must make sure of it. You let out another round of groans and moans, your face falling deeper into the futon as his touch igniting a fire within you that burned brighter with every passing moment.

Lord Sukuna’s gaze never wavered from yours, his expression fierce and unyielding. His eyes bore into you with an intensity that seemed to challenge you, daring you to look away or deny the deep, primal connection that bound you together. There was a dark satisfaction in his gaze, a silent promise of dominance and fulfillment that was both thrilling and overwhelming.

As his rhythm quickened, the pace of his thrusts became even more relentless. His hips snapped against you with a force that was both commanding and punishing, each movement driving you closer and closer to the brink of complete ecstasy. The intensity of his thrusts was almost brutal, each powerful push sending waves of pleasure crashing through you, leaving you breathless and desperate for release.

Sukuna’s lips curled into a smirk as he snickered, a sound that was both dark and triumphant. He could feel the way your body responded to him, the way you were on the edge of surrendering completely to the pleasure he provided. His eyes gleamed with a predatory satisfaction, knowing that you were ripe for the taking, ready to receive the full extent of his dominance and desire.

He could sense that you were prepared to take his cocks, that you were attuned to the pleasure they brought. His confident smirk widened as he considered the implications of your submission, his thoughts turning to more than just the immediate gratification. He thought about the possibility of his heir, a thought that only intensified his desire and determination. The idea of you carrying his legacy, of your body being marked by him in such a profound way, added a new layer to the already intense connection between you. Because there is no one more worthy. More perfect in his eyes. His little one, his favorite.

One after another, lord Sukuna drove home the feeling of his dominance, making it clear that you were his in every sense. The powerful rhythm of his hips, the unrelenting pressure of his touch, and the fierce intensity of his gaze combined to create a moment that was both exhilarating and all-consuming. The pleasure was overwhelming, and as you spiraled closer to the edge, you knew that this was not just about physical release but about something deeper, a connection that bound you both in ways beyond mere words.

As your lord Sukuna’s thrusts grew more erratic and intense, even more brutal than before —  his control over the rhythm of his movements began to waver. The pressure building within him reached a fever pitch, and his gaze remained locked on yours with an unwavering intensity. Each thrust became more forceful, his hips snapping against you with a powerful urgency that drove you both closer to the edge.

The sensation of his cocks moving inside you, the sheer force of his dominance, and the pleasure coursing through your body reached a crescendo. Your moans and gasps were almost lost amidst the sound of his relentless pounding, your entire being consumed by the overwhelming intensity of the moment.

With a low, guttural growl, Ryomen Sukuna’s control finally shattered. He released inside you with a forceful, shuddering climax. His cocks pulsed and throbbed, sending thick, hot streams of his essence deep within you. The sensation of his release was both exhilarating and overwhelming, a powerful wave of warmth and satisfaction that filled you completely.

As he came, his grip on your hips tightened even further, the pressure a reminder of his dominance. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, his expression a mixture of intense pleasure and fierce satisfaction. He could feel every spasm of your body around him, every tremor of pleasure that accompanied his release. His snickers of triumph were now replaced by a deep, primal satisfaction, knowing he had pushed you to the brink and beyond.

You, too, felt the impact of his climax, your body reacting instinctively to the warmth spreading inside you. The pleasure was a heady mix of relief and fulfillment, leaving you feeling both exhausted and deeply satisfied. Sukuna’s presence was a constant, heavy weight, a reminder of the intense connection that had just reached its peak.

He pulled back slightly, his breath coming in heavy, uneven gasps. His gaze softened, though the intensity of his satisfaction remained. His smirk returned, though it now carried a note of smug satisfaction, as if he knew he had pushed you both to the limits and beyond.

“See how perfect this is?” he murmured, his voice a deep, velvety growl. “You were made for this, for me. No one else could ever satisfy you like this.”

As your eyes close slowly, you can only know you were.

You were made for this, you were made by the devil for him.

As slumber takes hold of you, you can only let out a silent prayer.

You prayed that your lord Sukuna will never tire of his little one.

Because you knew, if he did, then he would have no more use for you.

[lelengerine]

pairing. haechan x reader

synopsis. under the light of a lamp post, maybe love isn't so lonely after all

genre. mentions of bruises, a lot of mixed signals from hyuck + comfort (it's a little messy ngl), cussing, friends to ???, no specific pronouns used, not proofread, lmk if there's anything i missed!

wc. 1.9k words

notes. hilu…! i’ve finally gained motivation again hehe so u can say i'm back somewhat :> it really does feel nice writing again TT likes and feedback are highly appreciated <3

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you trudged along the dimly lit sidewalk, each step amplifying the dull ache in your heels. it had been a long night of forced smiles and polite conversation—your third blind date this month. the universe seemed to be testing your patience, and you were beginning to wonder if you had any left. the conversations felt hollow, the people you met like fleeting shadows, their words empty and their intentions hidden behind a facade of politeness. tonight's date was no different—another self-absorbed narcissist who only paused his monologue long enough to take a breath before launching into yet another tedious story about himself.

you were utterly sick and tired.

the vibrant atmosphere of bars and the energetic crowd you once thought would lift your spirits now felt suffocating, leaving you more alone and out of place than ever. it was a sharp contrast to the hope you had felt earlier in the evening, and the reality of your disappointment weighed heavily on you.

your feet throbbed, bruised from the heels you'd worn in a futile attempt to feel confident and put together. the bitter taste of the evening lingered, a reminder of yet another failed attempt to find something meaningful to cling on for a while. desperate for some relief, you stumbled toward the nearest convenience store, drawn by the promise of fluorescent lights and the comfort of solitude. the harsh glow overhead made the aisles feel cold and unwelcoming, but you ignored it, grabbing a pack of band-aids from the counter as if they could somehow patch up more than just the blisters on your feet.

as you reached for your wallet, a familiar hand appeared beside yours, placing a few cups of instant ramen down alongside your purchase. the sight of him made your heart lift, even in your weary state.

“rough night?” his voice was gentle, laced with concern as he paid for the items. you looked up, meeting haechan’s gaze, and despite everything, you felt a small spark of comfort.

“do i even need to answer that question, hyuck?” you replied with a soft, tired chuckle. you tried to keep it light, but the exhaustion was evident in your eyes, in the way your shoulders sagged under the weight of the night.

“is it a crime to ask questions of concern in this day and age?” he retorted with a smirk, though his eyes softened as he took in your worn expression.

“i’m afraid so,” you teased back, though your smile was faint.

haechan snickered quietly, taking the paper bag of paid goods from the cashier. he gestured for you to follow him outside, and you gratefully accepted, the cool night air a welcome change from the stifling atmosphere of the date you had just escaped. as you both walked to a nearby bench, you couldn’t help but notice how his presence grounded you, making you feel a little less lost.

sitting down, haechan reached into the bag and pulled out the pack of band-aids, his movements careful and deliberate. it was such a simple gesture, but it felt like a lifeline in the sea of disappointment you were drowning in.

“so, why the long face?” he asked, his tone genuinely curious as he began to unwrap one of the band-aids.

“shitty date,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. you watched as he gently lifted your foot onto his lap despite your initial reluctance. his touch was surprisingly tender, the soft glow of the nearby lamp post highlighting his features in a way that made him seem almost ethereal. somehow, the thought was enough to distract you from the sting of the evening’s failures.

haechan’s expression softened even more as he worked, his gaze focused solely on you. “i told you not to go on those anymore,” he said, a hint of reproach in his voice.

“i know,” you admitted, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt. his touch was soothing, and with each carefully applied band-aid, the pain in your feet seemed to fade, though the ache in your heart lingered.

“there are really creepy guys out there, you know? i don’t know what i’d do if—”

“hyuck,” you interrupted, your tone more serious than before, “you’re making it sound like you’d beat them up without hesitation.”

“i would… for you,” he replied quietly before glancing up at you, his eyes reflecting a mix of affection and concern. “how are you even going to defend yourself? look at you!”

“you care too much,” you said, a hint of a smile on your lips, though your voice betrayed how much his words meant to you.

“i care the right amount,” he countered, his voice steady but filled with warmth.

“no one else would put on bandages for me aside from you,” you confessed, feeling a pang of vulnerability as you spoke. it was true—people often tiptoed around boundaries, but with him, those lines always seemed to blur in a way that allowed for solace and confusion to swirl up within you.

“then maybe everyone else should learn from me,” haechan said with a small, triumphant grin, though his eyes remained serious.

“hyuck,” you began, hesitating as you tried to gather the courage to voice the thoughts that had been gnawing at you. he let out a small hum to let you know he was listening, busying himself with peeling another band-aid out of its packaging. “please tell me if you only mean to lead me on.”

his expression shifted to one of shock and bewilderment, his hands freezing in place. “how did you even come to a conclusion like that?”

“i know you’re probably just being a good person, but… you care for me more than others do. you make me feel special, like i have a place in your heart—even if i know that isn’t truly the case and i’m only being hopeful.”

haechan’s eyes searched yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause. “you think that’s all this is?” he asked softly.

“then why does it feel like we’re always dancing around something?”

haechan’s gaze was steady, his hand resting gently on yours. “maybe we are. but if there’s one thing i’ve learned, it’s that love isn’t always easy or straightforward. sometimes, it’s about finding comfort in the moments when you’re together, despite the uncertainties.”

as the night deepened, the air between you both seemed to shift. the loneliness that had weighed so heavily on you earlier began to recede, replaced by a quiet connection that felt more real than any conversation you’d had in recent weeks. haechan’s presence was a comforting reminder that, amidst the loneliness and the search for something meaningful, you had found a spark of something genuine.

with a soft sigh, you leaned closer to him, finding solace in his proximity. “maybe love is lonely sometimes,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “but tonight, i’m just glad it’s not so lonely with you here.”

“me too.”

[v3nusxsky]

So I'm asking as me as not anon only because I'm sure you know it's me from my comment, but also still want to be anon after this paragraph (if that makes sense) ❤️

I literally am obsessed with your writing, it is so freaking good I could just curl up and re read everything you've posted (and I may have done that, ngl) especially for Larissa. That woman has an absolute chokehold on me.

Is there any chance you could do a lactation/breeding/mommy/shapeshifting dick with dom Larissa and sub r, and can the r be a short masc with short hair?

You are amazing in every way and lovely beyond compare!

Breed me mommy 18+

*authors note~ wrote this with a massive headache after my first long distance drive so I apologise if it’s bad! This is for all my people who have massive crushes on Larissa Weems coupled with a huge breeding kink. On my knees for the 6 foot 3 goddess Larissa Weems*

Trigger warnings~ breeding kink, lactation kink, mommy kink, shapeshifting cock and ability to lactate, dom Larissa/ sub masc, dirty talk, oral sex, praise kink, soft dominant, thigh riding, slight choking, missionary, doggy, oral fixation, hints of emotional sub after the act

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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It was your idea to watch The Devil Wears Prada with your lover Larissa Weems. Your intent was to create a calming atmosphere for her after a long stressful day. A nice meal, some cuddles while you watch the film and then head to bed together. Peaceful. Happy. It started all going to plan, your beautiful candlelight dinner that just so happened to be the exact favourite dish of your lover. The wine was plentiful and the conversation flowed effortlessly.

“I’ll take good care of you. I promise” you murmured to the principal as she delicately folded her long legs to sit on the sofa with you before patting her hardly clothed thigh twice. A silent command. “Let mommy hold you tonight darling” she whispered before shifting your pliant body onto her lap and pressing play on the already set up film.

It all started innocently. Her slender fingers trailing over your clothed arms, legs and stomach. Every time you’d tilt your head to catch her obvious teasing acts she would be laser focused on the screen. But slowly Larissa had more on her mind. She couldn’t help but press her ruby lips to the column of your throat as you chuckled. The way your pulse beat against her gentle kisses caused her to smile in your skin. It’s just never been easy for her to keep her hands for herself when you’re in the same room as she is. Let alone sat on her lap, so innocently nibbling on your lip as you fought to concentrate. She’d be your undoing, that much she knew, but how much of her obvious teasing you could take wasn’t.

It wasn’t long before you began to absentmindedly search to find purchase on Larissa’s wrists and guide them where you desperately needed them. Only she wasn’t done yet, pulling her hands from you as you whined unhappily. “Behave darling” she tutted as if you were a disobedient puppy, “Mommys trying to watch this.”

How long was this damn film? You couldn’t help but curse yourself for not picking a shorter film. So just about the half way point you snapped, turning yourself around in her lap to attack her lips with desperate sloppy kisses. Instantly, she reciprocated with just the right amount of enthusiasm to subconsciously encourage your growing arousal. Before you knew it, you were tugging at the pins holding her beautiful in place as your hips began to grind downward. “God darling, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to be a mess in my lap. Such a sweet thing for me” she praised happily before moving her hands to grip your hips hard enough to leave marks.

Larissa was known for her passion and patience. But here and now she was most definitely not a patient woman. As soon as your arousal began to seep through your shorts onto her stockings she lost control. Effortlessly scooping you up into her arms, carrying you into your shared room as your lips battled for a dominance you didn’t truly want. Being tossed around by your older lover was something you’d never get bored of. The way she tossed you on the bed like you weighed no more than a pillow was such a turn on.

Squirming on the bed you allowed Larissa to strip you bare minus your sports bra, knowing how it helped you feel more masculine in these moments before stepping back and admiring your beautiful self. Subconsciously, you began to curl up into yourself, effectively hiding your body from her only to be reprimanded, “don’t be embarrassed darling. God you turn me on so much my love. I just need to be inside you now. To touch you now. Can mommy touch you? Please baby?” You stuttered in mild shock “I-inside me?” You’ve spoke about your future and likes/ dislikes and what you would like to explore together, and apparently tonight was the night for her to try and shift. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to watch you be a good slut and take mommys cock. Every. Single. Inch.”

“Please mommy, just touch me please I don’t care how” you whimpered reaching out to pull her to you and free her from her dress. Her beautiful tits on display along with a now very generous member trying to strain from her lace panties. “You wanna help take this off darling? They are rather uncomfortable” she mumbled before stealing a couple of kisses that lingered a touch too long. Eagerly manoeuvring your body closer to her and your shaky hands reached to her waist to tug at the lace and accidentally resulted in tearing it from the shifters body. “That was so fucking hot darling” she gasped as you tried to wriggle closer.

“Wanna taste mommy” doe eyes looked up at the principal and you tried to tug her new appendage closer to your mouth. Her manicured hand helped guide her shaft to your awaiting lips. “I’ll be gentle love, remember you can tap out” was all she managed to get out before you happily sucked the head of her cock into your mouth. It took some adjusting and working to find a rhythm. It was taking all her restraint to not harshly fuck into your warmth. If this was how your sweet mouth felt then your other hole would be heavenly. With a tug to your hair she pulled you off her dick with a little whine of protest coming from you. Clearly this would be something she needs to work on her stamina for.

“Your turn darling” she murmured before pushing you back on the bed and attacking your body with nips and kisses. “Wann feel you inside me please mommy” you pleaded innocently. “I don’t want to hurt you love” she started only to be cut off with your frantic begging, “I want you to fuck me mommy. Please. Please let me feel you.”

“I’ll be gentle” she stated as a matter of fact before lining herself up with your soaking cunt and slowly pushing in. There was a sting in some places and a stretch in others but when she sunk into you to the hilt you couldn’t help the ungodly loud moan that ripped itself from your throat. “You sound so pretty darling, tell me when I can move” Larissa murmured using the height difference to her advantage to smother your neck in pretty little marks. Hers.

“Move, please god mommy move” you whined encouraging her to finally give you what you wanted. The first few thrusts of her hips were slow and gentle. Experimental. Loving how snug you wrapped around her. The feeling of her cock stroking your inner walls was most definitely become addictive. “Fuck, darling we have to change positions. You’re gonna make me cum” Larissa groaned trying to convince herself to pull out of your warmth.

It was now you were thanking whatever god existed that your lover could shift her anatomy, meaning she could lift you whenever she felt like. “On your knees” she gravely whispered, her fingers gripping tightly into your hips as she helped you position yourself. Like a starving woman she immediately began to work herself into your pussy and picking up her pace and accuracy of her thrusts. Getting the angle just right to hit your G spot.

“Want to cum in you darling. Let mommy cum inside your pretty pussy darling? Oh god you’d look so beautiful all swollen and pregnant for me. Please darling I won’t last too long if you keep squeezing me like that” she moaned without thinking. “Mommy please, please, I need more. Please want to feel it mommy. Want to be mommy’s forever” you mewled, your hands clawing at any skin you could reach as she pleaded you to come with her. To be so good for her and take all her cum. Stilling with the sheer amount of sticky goods that were filling your womb up to the brim as your walls spasamed around her dick, milking her of everything she was offering.

It was in the blissful moments where Larissa had shifted her anatomy back to normal and gathered you into her embrace, that you began to process what she’d said. “Mommy?” You muttered still thick in your subspace, “do you really want to have a baby with me?” Silence was all that filled the room before she pressed a sweet kiss to your head and replied honestly, “of course my darling. I love you so much and would love to start a family with you if you want to? I didn’t realise just how much I’d want to get you pregnant until that moment. God, you’d be the best mother in the world. In fact you would look so gorgeous pregnant that I might just have to keep you pregnant forever.” Little did Larissa know that night you spent crying and planning to try for a family, that she’d already succeeded on the first baby.

“I love you so much darling” she mumbled as you finally settled down for the night, your fuzzy head resting on her bare breasts. You couldn’t help but tease her perky nipples by blowing cool air on them before sucking them into your lips on instinct. “Mine” you mumbled contentedly as your light suckling continued. “All yours baby, all yours. Just your mommy darling” she reassured running her hands through your short hair and scratching soothingly at your scalp until your suckles stopped. Indicating you’d finally sipped off to sleep.

Word count~ 1594

[allieebobo]

Do you have any if recommendation?

Ooh! I have really, really bad memory(!!) but these are current faves that I have played/replayed recently that I can think of. A lot of the authors are also THE BEST HUMAN BEINGS EVER. So, double recommendation.

I probably missed a bunch out, so take this as a non-exhaustive list! In no particular order:

(Edit: Added some descriptions but yeah I got a little unhinged so I'm sorry nothing makes sense or if the quality of the write-up went down over time/did not actually give you any useful info)

WIPs with demos

Citadel, @bouncyballcitadel (I think of all the IFs on this list, this one makes me sweat the most. And I've said it once and I'll say it again: the dialogue is so snappy and well-written, and characters are SO DAMNED LOVEABLE.)

Infamous, @infamous-if (I've been manifesting Band/Musician IFs for the longest time, and then this popped up! I've even played Choice of a Rockstar, that's how desperate I was... Anyway, this is legions better than that. Angsty ex routes are my kryptonite, and Seven is just. Inevitable.)

Defiled Hearts: The Barbarian, @defiledheartsblog (I went into this wanting something juicy and fun/historical—and it's all of those things, but I didn't expect it to be so damned funny, too. The ROs are all impeccable.)

Raiders of the Caravan and Apartment 3-3, @leftski-if (A'ight listen, fantasy slice-of-life is my fave genre, and these are IT. Like, everything I never knew I needed in my life, and SO cozy/wholesome, with a cast of characters that I want to befriend in real life.)

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes: An Affair of the Heart @doriana-gray-games (First off, the customization in this game is INSANE, and the branching too. I've replayed a couple of times and the little variations I discover each time just blows my mind. Secondly, it's so funny and written so well. Ngl I'm not a Sherlock fan but that's just testament to how amazing this IF is.)

When Life Gives You Lemons, @when-life-gives-you-lemonssss (Modern slice-of-life with an adorable kid, a bunch of hot ROs, CC. Hill's humor, what can I say?)

Golden @milaswriting (Really interesting world-building, one of the coolest fictional cities I've read in an IF, AND I'm obsessed with the ROs, in particular K de la Renta. Also Mila is such an awesome writer, I'm beyond excited for @beyondthegame.)

A Tale of Crowns @ataleofcrowns (This game is beautiful, polished, and SO exciting. Honestly, it looks like the kind of game created by a whole-ass game studio and would cost $50 to buy, it's that good. I really got swept up by this IF—probably played it all in one go.)

Rougi @rougi-if (Again, another game with scrumptious visuals/UI and also is just so well-crafted. I love the premise too, it's so original and fresh.)

Scout: An Apocalypse Story @anya-dev (Unfortunately this one might be on hiatus but I am/was really, really obsessed.)

Wayfarer @idrellegames (Love the game mechanics of this one, and the visuals. Probably controversial, but I like the D&D / random dice effect. And I also like the fact that it feels like an old-school RPG.)

Chop shop @losergames (The premise is all I needed to be sold, really—I'd always wanted to buy GTA as a kid but my parents were like NO WAY. Anyway, this IF did not disappoint, and let me live all my childhood dreams.)

Edit: AHH! How could I forget, one of my recent faves, Folksaga @folksaga-if (Lush atmospheric writing, super unique premise—norse mythology, plus I'm head over heels for Katla).

Completed IFs

Butterfly Soup 1 and 2 @brianna-lei (these are completed and I will never not promote them. Honestly the most adorable, wholesome, funny sports/coming-of-age IF I've read)

Elsinore: After Hamlet @lapinlunairegames (Insanely cool premise, insanely cool execution)

The Thick Table Tavern @manonamora-if (I love bar/tavern games, and this one actually lets you mix drinks! Instant fave.)

Other HGs/COGs I love: Slammed, Tin Star, Fallen Hero, If it pleases the court, A Player's Heart (these last two are so underrated, though I guess cause it's mainly wlw)

[ghsface]

bro I love ur writing so much idk if this is how you request but tbh idgaf anyways. anyway can you write something abt Matt x reader at a party and doing some page 136 icebreaker shit? (I think that’s the page but idc) anyway yeah ilyy 😍😍😘

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hey pretty, ngl I didn't read that book but I looked up what that page of the book is about and OMG THAT WAS HOT ngl, I tried to do something similar because I don't know the context very well, I hope you like it, ily too<33

I hate you - Matt Sturniolo

Sumary: You decide to provoke Matt at a party...

Warnings: smut +18 orgasm denial, teasing, sexual tension, explicit content, semi public sex, unprotected sex (don't do it), p in v, oral f receiving, dom!matt x fem!reader, hate sex?, I don't think I've forgotten anything, if I do, let me know.

A/n: ngl at first i liked it but now i hate it i don't know why like i love it but at the same time i hate it ugh i hate that feeling yk, i trying my best i hope you like it anon, and thanks for the request!!, my first language is not English, so I'm sorry if there is something wrong or things that are not understood.

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You arrived at the Sturniolo triplets’ house with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Nick had mentioned that he, you, and Chris were going to a party, and the thought of hanging out with them cheered you up, especially since Matt, Nick’s brother, wasn’t going to be there. For as long as you could remember, you and Matt had been mortal enemies, the competition between you was fierce, and every interaction always ended in insults and challenging glares. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you got ready for the night, hoping that your outfit would make you feel like the best version of yourself.

You had gotten ready in Nick’s room, enjoying the time you spent with him and Chris, who joked around with each other as they waited for you. Finishing up, you made sure to take one last look in the mirror before heading downstairs. As you opened the door, however, a familiar laugh made you frown. Matt was sitting on the couch, his mocking expression already in place.

“Are you really going out with that? You look like a desperate," Matt said, with that provocative look you knew so well.

Your instinct was to ignore him, but you couldn't help but let out a frustrated sigh.

"Didn't you say he was staying home?" you shot back, looking for Nick's gaze.

Nick, who was about to respond, stopped when he noticed the tense atmosphere between you.

"You know, I couldn't miss this party," Matt said, raising his hands in a gesture of false innocence. "Besides, I wanted to see you make a fool of yourself."

"As if you were the best example of behavior," you replied, crossing your arms over your chest. "You're a fucking annoying bastard."

Matt smiled maliciously, enjoying the challenge you offered him.

"I've always thought it's my job to screw up your life."

"You don't have a job, you're just an idiot," you replied, gritting your teeth as you tried to stay calm.

Nick, visibly amused by their daily fights, decided to intervene.

“Guys, please, can you stop fighting, at least for tonight? If you have so many problems, fix them in bed.”

The two of you stayed silent, the tension palpable.

“Nick wtf” you said indignantly, and confused as to why Nick said that.

“It's just a joke, but if you really have so many problems, fix them somehow,” Nick said, laughing.

“You know we're going to go now because we'll be late.” You felt caught between your desire to continue arguing and your desire to leave things like that. Finally, you decided not to let Nick's joke affect you anymore.

“Come on, let's go now!” you exclaimed, gesturing to get out, knowing that Nick and Chris would follow you.

In the car, the atmosphere was tense. You sat next to Nick, feeling like Matt was shooting daggers at you from the driver's seat every time he stopped the car for a stoplight. You couldn't help but feel his intense gaze on you in the rearview mirror, but you chose to ignore it, focusing on the music Chris had turned on.

During the ride, the conversation between Nick and Chris flowed, while you did your best to stay away from the conversation, thinking about how awkward that night would be. However, deep down, there was a spark of excitement. The idea of ​​going to a party always put you in a good mood, and even if Matt was there, you wouldn't let him ruin your night.

Arriving at the party, you were the first to get out of the car and enter the party, leaving the boys behind you. When you entered, the energy of the crowd was contagious. You headed towards the bar, looking for something to drink. You ordered a few drinks, and within minutes, you felt the tension of the day begin to fade away.

After a couple of drinks, the atmosphere was more relaxing. You looked around, looking for Matt, although you didn't know why you were looking for him. When you found him, he was chatting with Chris, but his gaze landed on you immediately, like a hunter stalking his prey. The way he looked at you made you nervous and, at the same time, provoked you. A stupid idea crossed your mind.

You decided it was time to play. You walked towards the dance floor, letting the rhythm of the music envelop you. With sensual movements, you began to dance, feeling Matt's gaze intensify from a distance. The game had begun, and you wanted him to feel it. You touched your body provocatively.

It wasn't long before you approached a boy who was dancing near you. Without a second thought, you pulled him towards you, moving with a magnetism that you knew would irritate Matt in some way. With each twist and turn, you noticed how his expression became darker and angrier.

"Do you like what you see?" you mouthed and threw Matt a wink from across the dance floor, enjoying the discomfort you were causing.

As you got closer to the boy, his hands wrapped around your waist and ran down your body, and the closeness was electric, he was a cute boy but he was definitely not your type. You felt like Matt couldn't take his eyes off you at any time. With each movement, you grew more confident, enjoying the provocation you were causing him.

Suddenly, you felt a firm hand grab your arm, and you didn't need to look to know who it was. Matt was staring at you with a mix of anger and desire, dragging you off the dance floor into an empty room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he said, slamming the door shut behind you.

"I was just dancing with a friend, do you have a problem with that?" I replied, crossing my arms in a defiant gesture. "Did you think I was going to stand there with my arms crossed while you stared at me like you wanted to kill me?"

"You're provoking me, and you know it," he said, slowly approaching, his voice low and full of tension. "You in your damn dress and the way that guy touched you."

You felt powerful and vulnerable at the same time. You knew the tension between you had been building up for years, and now it was on the verge of exploding.

"Are you jealous Matt?" you challenged, smirking. Let me get one thing straight, you shouldn't be bothered by who I talk to or dance with.

"I'm going to show you who you belong to." He whispered in your ear and before you could protest he kissed you.

He found you against the wall, his lips crushing against yours in a fierce kiss that seemed to distill all the rage pent up between you. It was an uncontrolled kiss, full of passion and hatred, and the line between the two of you quickly blurred. When you finally broke apart, you were both panting.

“I hate you so much,” he murmured, his breathing ragged as his eyes fixed on you with an intense heat. “But at the same time, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Your response was almost automatic. “Then fuck me like you hate me.”

He didn’t wait any longer. He led you to the bed in the bedroom, and his hands began to roam your body, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. Every kiss and every touch was a declaration of war and desire, and there was no turning back.

He took you into a whirlwind of sensations. He began to undress you slowly, as if he was enjoying every second, every little victory. The friction between rage and desire was palpable in the air, as if the room was about to explode. His hands explored every corner of your body, letting desire take over both of you.

“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he whispered as his lips moved down your neck.

“And you’re an idiot,” I replied, feeling the rage you used to feel transform into overwhelming desire.

Your body trembled with anticipation as Matt kept his gaze fixed on you, desire burning in his eyes. The tension between you had reached a breaking point. Boiling, and there was no turning back.

Anticipation grew as his hands slid down your sides, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses on your abdomen. “I’m going to make you feel good,” he promised, his tone a mix of certainty and defiance. But there was a warning in his gaze. He knew he wanted to play, and so did you.

Matt lowered himself slowly, his breath warm against your skin. It took you by surprise when his mouth closed around you. An involuntary moan escaped your lips as his tongue worked beautifully, licking and sucking with a skill that made you lose control. The way he looked at you, with those eyes filled with desire, made you feel more vulnerable and aroused at the same time.

The combination of his attention and the growing pleasure brought you to the edge, but just when you felt like you were about to explode, Matt stopped.

“I’m not going to let you finish that easy, baby,” he said in a whisper, looking up, and his eyes were filled with a mix of anger and desire.

At that moment, you felt like you were capable of anything. The rage that had built up for so long turned into pure lust. You gave yourself to him, letting yourself be carried away by the sensations he offered you.

“You’re a fucking nightmare,” he murmured, his fingers playing with the fabric of your dress as he slowly pulled it up, exposing the skin of your tits. The room was permeated with an air charged with defiance and attraction, every movement between you causing a spark that could ignite the flame at any moment.

It took your breath away when his mouth found yours again. It was a fierce kiss, full of desperation and rage, every brush of his lips was like a reminder of all the battles you had fought in the past. He pushed you further into the pillows, his body pressing against yours, making a mix of pleasure and frustration run down your spine.

Matt pulled away for a moment, his assessing gaze sweeping over every inch of you. He knew he was in control. He held you tight, trapping your hands above your head and holding them firmly in place. The feeling of being completely at his mercy turned you on in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

“You’re not getting away today,” he said, whispering in your ear as his warm breath sent a shiver down your spine. Then, he moved down again, his lips trailing kisses down your neck, each touch making you want more.

Matt’s hands roamed your body with meticulous precision, exploring every corner and curve as you tried to control the desire building inside you. The way he touched you was both a punishment and a pleasure, each brush of his fingers a reminder of how much he’d wanted this, how much you’d both wanted this.

His mouth continued its descent, leaving warm kisses on your chest. Every time his tongue brushed your skin, you felt like you were on the brink of insanity. But Matt had no intention of letting you go so easily. When his lips found your breast, he sucked hard, marking his territory as you gave yourself over to the mix of pain and pleasure.

“You’re as stupid as you are beautiful,” he said between gasps, the tone of his voice heavy with contempt and desire, as his hands slid down your hips. You squirmed against him, seeking more, wanting what had begun to become something even more intense.

He released you for an instant, just so he could strip you completely, each piece of clothing falling to the floor as a symbol of your surrender. The feeling of being vulnerable before him, exposed and desired, awakened a side in you that only he could provoke.

Matt stood up, looking at you with that mix of defiance and desire that drove you crazy. He approached you again, and with a quick movement, he pushed you down onto the bed, causing you to fall onto the soft surface. He leaned over you, his body covering yours, the pressure of his weight making you feel trapped and aroused.

“Now I’m going to show you who’s boss here,” he declared, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made the air between you seem charged with electricity.

Without further ado, Matt plunged into you, filling you with his body as the room filled with sounds of passion and desperation. Every movement was a mix of strength and gentleness, as he entered you with a brutality that only he could combine with an almost fierce devotion.

Amidst broken whispers and gazes filled with desire, you feel how both of you leave behind any trace of arrogance or defiance, allowing yourselves to feel the pleasure, although neither of you admit it, you have always wanted. Matt intertwines his fingers with yours, holding you tightly as he continues to look at you with an intensity that makes you shudder.

“You drive me crazy,” he finally murmurs, with a sincerity that momentarily breaks through all the hatred between you.

Moans escaped your lips without you being able to contain them, and with each thrust, rage and desire intertwined in a wild dance. Matt kept up the pace, his hands squeezing your wrists as he penetrated you with unwavering fervor, making it clear to you who was in charge.

“Tell me,” he commanded, his voice low and husky as his body crashed into yours, the sound of his skin against yours echoing in the room. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you answered, each word laden with surrender as your body moved in unison with his, feeling the line between pleasure and pain blur.

“Say it again,” he demanded, increasing the pace as his thrusts became deeper, more frantic. The room was filled with whispers and sighs, each sound fueling the unbridled passion that burned between you.

“You,” you repeated, each word an echo of your desire, the recognition that everything you had felt for him was coming to the surface in this explosion of madness.

“Good girl,” Matt says with a arrogant smile

The friction between your bodies was intense, and each thrust brought you closer to climax. The mix of pleasure and rage was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help it, desire taking over you, making you forget everything but the present moment. In an instant of pure connection, feeling the barriers that had existed between you melt away, you let the pleasure sweep you away, allowing the world around you to fade away.

Matt finally found his own climax, his eyes locked on you, filled with a mix of triumph and insatiable desire. The two of you found yourselves in a whirlwind of sensations, each of you taking the other to new levels of pleasure and surrender.

When you finally stopped, both of you panting, the room was filled with a silence laden with meaning. You knew that nothing would ever be the same again, that the line that had once separated your hatred from desire had been blurred forever.

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[thatlotuscookie]

Hi, i love ur fic especially the one with dabi they’ve got me in a chokehold hold!! could you please write for dabi x fem!reader fic where they meet on the reader's apartment balcony (spoiler ig !) right before the final war when dabi is ab to go fight Shoto and yn tells him something like “don’t die”. Just some cute/angsty moment bc i haven’t read the manga’s ending yet but i got spoiled and pretty much know how it ends. However, ION KNOW IF DABI IS GOING TO DIE OR NOT(which is driving me crazy ngl )

✧･ﾟ: a/n : ANON THIS IS TOO GOOD. I WAS LITENING TO HERE WITH MY BY D4VD AND IT GOT ME IN THE FEELS. UGH. IT WAS SOO SADAJSHSIAHF (I cried). thank you for the request<3

✧ Title: ✧ Here With Me ✧ ✧ Characters: Dabi x Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Angst, Romance ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: As Dabi prepares to leave for the final battle, time slips away, leaving him with so many things left unsaid. He won't have the chance to tell you how much he loves you or how badly he wishes things were different. The engagement ring hidden in his pocket feels heavier than ever. ✧ Content Warnings/Tags: Themes of violence, emotional turmoil, intense conversations about past trauma, and the potential for character death, angst and more angst, SPOILERS. Dabi has an engagement ring for reader (im balling my eyes out) ✧ WC: 2057 words // 11k chars

The night was heavy with tension, a storm brewing on the horizon as the world teetered on the brink of chaos. You leaned against the cool metal railing of your apartment balcony, staring out into the distance where the city lights twinkled like distant stars, each one a reminder of the life bustling below. The air felt electric, thick with unspoken words and emotions swirling in the darkness. You could sense the shift in the atmosphere; something monumental was about to unfold, a moment that could change everything.

Just then, out of the shadows, Dabi emerged, his figure cutting through the night like a specter. He stepped onto the balcony, and for a fleeting moment, the world around you fell silent. All your worries—the chaos of the world, the fear of the unknown—faded away as your eyes locked onto his. A chill ran down your spine, not just from the crisp night air but from the weight of the unspoken things hanging between you, pressing down like a physical force.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice steady yet laced with the tremor of uncertainty that mirrored the storm brewing in the distance. You wanted to sound nonchalant, but the fear in your heart seeped through.

He shrugged, a casual motion that belied the gravity of the moment. “Just wanted to see you before…” His voice trailed off, and he looked away, an uncharacteristic vulnerability evident in his posture. Your heart sank, the air thick with the unspoken truth of his words, realizing that this might be the last time you saw him before everything changed.

“Before what?” you pressed, stepping closer as if to bridge the chasm that felt too vast between you. “What’s going to happen?”

“Before I go face Shoto,” he said, the words slipping from his lips like a bitter truth. “I have to do this.” The finality in his tone struck you like a blow, leaving a knot in your stomach.

“No…” you whispered, the reality of his words crashing over you like a wave. “Dabi, please…” Your voice cracked, desperation creeping into every syllable. “Don’t go. You don’t have to do this.”

He turned his gaze back to you, and for a moment, you could see the conflict flickering in his eyes, the storm of emotions raging beneath the surface. Your heart raced in your chest, matching the frantic rhythm of your thoughts. “I do,” he insisted, but there was a softness in his tone that you clung to like a lifeline. “It’s something I need to settle.” His words were like shards of glass, sharp and piercing, and they twisted painfully in your chest.

“By fighting your brother? You’re both so much more than this,” you pleaded, feeling the heat of tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “You don’t have to prove anything. You’re more than your past, Dabi. Please… just come back to me.” The urgency in your voice hung in the air, thick and suffocating, as you tried to grasp at the fraying threads of hope.

The silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating, as his gaze drifted away. In that moment, Dabi was suddenly flooded with memories—warm, vivid recollections of you and him together. He could picture the way your laughter had danced in the air during lazy afternoons spent on the couch, the two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms while binge-watching shows. He could recall the soft look in your eyes when you first told him you loved him, a moment so tender that it had made his heart swell. Your fingers intertwined with his as you stargazed on the roof, sharing dreams and secrets under the vast, open sky.

And then, as his thoughts spiraled deeper, he envisioned what it would be like to build a family with you. The way your eyes would light up as you picked out names for your children, your laughter echoing through a home filled with love. He imagined you cradling a baby in your arms, the two of you working together to raise them, teaching them right from wrong, and watching as they grew. He pictured family trips, the four of you laughing and playing, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

But that future now felt like a distant dream slipping further away with each passing moment. It hurt to think of the love he had envisioned, now overshadowed by the grim reality of his life. He had always wanted to protect you, to create a safe space where love could thrive, but now it felt like everything was crashing down around him.

He shook his head, trying to dispel the bittersweet nostalgia creeping into his thoughts. “I can’t just walk away from this,” he said finally, his voice low and heavy with regret, each word dropping like stones into the stillness. “I’ve spent so long running from my past, and now I have to face it. I can’t let it go.” The intensity in his voice cut through you, a stark reminder of the choices he felt compelled to make, choices that threatened to tear you apart.

“Dabi,” you began, your heart aching as you tried to reach him through the fog of his pain. “You don’t have to carry this burden alone. I’m here. We can face it together.” The words tumbled out, raw and sincere, but he seemed trapped in his own storm, unable to see the safety you offered.

He looked at you then, and the rawness of his gaze sent shivers down your spine. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want you to suffer because of me.” His voice was strained, the very idea of you being hurt more than he could bear, a weight pressing down on his chest.

In his heart, Dabi wrestled with a torrent of feelings, each one sharper and more poignant than the last. It terrified him how much he loved you, how you had somehow wormed your way into the very core of his being. You were the light in his dark world, the warmth he never thought he deserved. And now, as he stood on the precipice of conflict, the thought of losing you gnawed at him, a relentless ache threatening to tear him apart.

He couldn't shake the image of the engagement ring hidden away in his pocket, the one he had spent all his money on, the one he had imagined slipping onto your finger as he asked you to be his forever. It felt like a weight in his chest, a tangible reminder of everything he had dreamed of—of you, of love, of a future together. But now, standing on the brink of battle, the thought of giving it to you felt almost cruel, as if it would only deepen the wound he was about to inflict. The crushing reality that he might never get the chance to give it to you left him feeling hollow, the hope of a future together slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

“I can’t let you get hurt,” he murmured, memories swirling in his mind. He thought back to the nights you spent sharing secrets, the way your eyes sparkled when you smiled, the gentle touches that spoke volumes more than words ever could. “You mean so much to me,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, each word a fragile admission. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” The sincerity in his eyes was a flicker of hope, a lifeline in the dark. “For the first time, I’ve found someone worth fighting for.” The weight of his confession hung in the air, trembling with the enormity of his feelings.

“Then don’t go,” you begged, your voice trembling with desperation. “Stay with me. We can find another way. We can—”

But he shook his head, cutting you off with the finality of a closing door. “I have to do this. I have to face him. I can’t keep running away.” His eyes held a mixture of resolve and fear, and it shattered your heart to see him so torn, so lost.

In a sudden rush of emotion, you grasped his shirt, pulling him closer, as if the very act of touching him could ground both of you in this moment. “Just promise me you’ll come back,” you whispered, the warmth radiating from his body contrasting sharply with the cold fear gripping your heart.

“I promise,” he replied, but the wavering of his voice made it feel more like a farewell than a promise, a haunting echo of uncertainty.

The moment hung in the air, heavy and fragile, as he stepped forward, closing the space between you. Your breath hitched as he cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek with a tenderness that felt almost foreign amidst the turmoil. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that you rarely saw, and it pulled at your heart, unraveling the walls you had built around yourself.

“Every time I see you, it reminds me of everything I could lose,” he confessed, his voice shaking slightly, as if each word weighed a thousand pounds. “You make me want to fight for a future I didn’t think I could have. But this… this is my fight. I can’t turn back now.”

As he spoke, memories flooded back to him, warm and intimate. He remembered the time you two went on that impromptu adventure, sneaking away from the world for just a few hours to enjoy a quiet day at the park. The laughter you shared, the way you playfully shoved him when he teased you, the moment when he caught you in a surprise kiss under the blossoming cherry trees—every detail etched in his mind like a beautiful tapestry woven with your shared love.

And now, amidst the chaos of his thoughts, he could see the family he wanted with you, the life that could have been. It was a vision that crushed him more than anything else—the weight of unfulfilled dreams pressing heavily on his soul.

“I want to marry you,” he admitted suddenly, the words slipping from his lips like a confession, raw and desperate. “I want to have a family with you. But I need to make sure I’m worth that first. I can’t do it without facing my past.” His gaze was unwavering, and you could see the boy he once was fighting against the man he had become.

And in that moment, Dabi realized that it was more than just the fight with his brother; it was the fight for a life worth living, a life where love could blossom amid the ashes. He wanted to build a future with you—a family filled with warmth and laughter, memories that would echo in the halls of a home you would create together. But now, that future felt like a flickering candle in a tempest, barely holding on.

As the storm raged above, he leaned in, capturing your lips with his in a kiss that held all the desperation of the world. It was a kiss filled with longing, sadness, and a sense of finality that sent your heart racing. You poured every ounce of your love into that kiss, willing him to understand that he wasn’t alone, that you would stand by him no matter the cost.

When he finally pulled away, his breath mingled with yours, and you could see the conflict still raging in his eyes. “I have to go,” he said finally, the words tasting like ash on his tongue, as he prepared to step back into the darkness from which he had come.

The shadows swallowed him up, and you felt an ache in your chest, a hollow space where his presence had just been. You watched him disappear into the night, the promise of his return echoing in your heart, a fragile hope flickering in the depths of your soul.

As he vanished into the shadows, the storm finally broke overhead, rain pouring down in torrents, mirroring the turmoil within you. You stood there, heart pounding, longing for his return, the weight of the promise lingering like a shadow, a reminder that even in darkness, there was still a flicker of light, a chance for a future filled with the love you both so desperately needed.

[lovaeri]

evening bliss ୨୧ 이소희 ( sohee ) x gnr est relationship + 389 fluff cw kissing i think thats it?

( 𝓯iles © lovaeri; 2024 )

after a long day, you found yourself on the couch with your boyfriend, sohee, curled up beside you. the room was cozy, with soft light from a nearby lamp casting a warm glow. sohee had been practicing tirelessly and looked relieved to finally unwind.

you noticed his hair had grown a bit longer than usual and had become slightly tousled. “sohee, baby,” you said gently, craving his attention “can i braid your hair?”

sohee looked at you with a tired but intrigued expression. “hmm sure, but what if you accidentally rip out my hair and give me a bald spot?” he joked

you laughed softly. “oh shut up. dont you trust me? besides, it could be fun!”

he grinned and settled more comfortably, resting his head in your lap. “alright, let’s give it a try.”

you gently began to run your fingers through sohee's hair, carefully untangling any knots as you worked. his hair was soft and slightly damp from the day's activities, adding to the cozy, intimate atmosphere. as you began to braid, sohee let out a contented sigh, clearly relaxing further with each gentle tug.

over time you both settled into a comfortable silence, with the only sounds being the soft rustling of hair and the quiet hum of the lamp. the simple act of braiding his hair became a serene and peaceful moment, a soothing end to a long day.

as you finished the braid and secured it with a small bow, you admired your handiwork. “you look adorable!” you giggled in admiration. “is it too tight?”

sohee reached up to touch the braid and chuckled softly. “no, love. its perfect, thank you.”

you leaned in to kiss his forehead, he shifted his head slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. your lips brushed against his in a tender, affectionate kiss.

sohee's hand gently cupped your face as he deepened the kiss, his warmth and the soft touch of his lips creating a perfect end to the evening. when you finally pulled back, both of you were smiling, the earlier exhaustion replaced by a comforting closeness.

“you really do know how to make everything better,” sohee murmured, his voice soft but filled with genuine appreciation.

he nestled back into your lap, his eyes fluttering shut as the gentle peace of the evening wrapped around the two of you.

love from rin. i was tweaking while writing this ngl

[verxsyon]

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖 (𝐈) ❞

with your auto workshop at risk of closing down, your best friend offers to introduce you to people who are definitely in need of your high quality services: underground street racers of blue lock, whose obsessions are winning the races. however, your arrival at the track makes them think otherwise.

✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. kira ryosuke, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, barou shouei, niko ikki, mikage reo, & nagi seishiro x gn!reader

✧ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. headcanon (written) ; 1.1k

✧ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. e2l au, f2l au, street racer au ; fluff

✧ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. slight possessive behavior (barou)

✧ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚. so my streamer au hcs popped off… ngl, i wasn’t expecting much, but thanks for that! here’s another one with more characters into the mix. i’ve been waiting to write this au, ugh. this was originally a huge post with 18 characters, but i thought it was too much so i’m splitting this into two parts. hm, a week or two for the second part?

[ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖 (𝐈𝐈) ] 

𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞. the jewel. he has been your best friend since diapers, as well as your soulmate, partner-in-crime, ride or die, and a lot of other things referring to him as your other half. as your best friend, he hates to see you unhappy. for instance, recently, he tells you that he knows people who will gladly pay you a generous amount to fix their cars, risking your safety because it’s blue lock of all things. it’s not easy to turn him down, so you agree to meet your new potential customers at the track underground despite the consequences. the likes of you rarely come to blue lock so it’s natural to have everyone wary of your arrival, which he warns you to stay close to him.

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢. the heart. he’s relatively new to blue lock, but is already very popular among the audience for the freshness he brings to the atmosphere, which most of the older racers lack. ryosuke’s his first friend, so at least there’s someone other than your partner who you can trust. you’re in his care while ryosuke checks in with the rest of his team, and he decides to give you a tour of blue lock to keep you entertained. he’s sweet and kind, asking you if you want water and if you feel alright because racers have been staring at you since you arrived. before he can say more, an uproar booms, caused by a racer standing proudly on his car with paint all over his body.

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮. the monster. he loves decorating, especially his car which explains the spray paint, but is terrible at being an artist. on the surface, he seems playful and cheerful, performing some sort of gymnastics routine through the crowd to isagi and greets him with pinches and stretches on his cheeks. however, his gaze tells a whole other story. he’s dangerous, with the possibility that he can beat up the entire venue with his spray paint bottles. jokes aside, he’s made a strong first impression, and it seems like he feels the same when he’s up at your face, studying you intensely. that earns him a flick on the forehead from a red-haired boy who’s too pretty to be true.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐚. the surge. he’s the fastest racer in blue lock, securing every victory at the speed of light. also known as its “princess”, but he doesn’t seem too fond of that moniker. as he approaches bachira to scold him for always scaring newcomers, his beauty is so unreal that you don’t even realize you’ve been staring at him until he tells you to stop and that you’re turning into bachira. in all seriousness, he apologizes for teammate’s antics, justifying that he acts like that before a highly anticipated race. he’s out due to a leg injury and has a teammate helping him to stay in shape: a bulky racer with orange spiky hair who you first see at the team garage.

𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞. the hero. he’s the strongest racer in blue lock in terms of endurance, outlasting everyone in those types of races. the de facto leader of team z, he acts as an older brother to them as he’s very protective and solves issues in a civil manner, which balances out his hot-blooded personality. he’s more than thrilled to have you as blue lock’s business partner, but first things first, as ryosuke has matters to take care of, he’s asked on his behalf to take you home. you thank him for the ride and being nice to you. embarrassed, he says he’ll see you at the race before zooming away.

𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐞𝐢. the king. he’s the leader of team y, the racer ryosuke’s been complaining about ever since he came back to your shop the day after your first time to blue lock. based on his description, he’s selfish and arrogant, claiming that the venue is his throne, and also that he’ll be one of the competitors in the upcoming race. ryosuke advises you to refuse him if he visits. after all, you have that right; but out of goodwill, you won’t. sometimes you wish you don’t mean the things that you’ve said because you disliked him upon the first verbal exchange. he had the audacity to tell you you’re his when he wins. you’ll follow ryosuke’s advice for sure when this guy comes.

𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐨 𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢. the sentry. he’s the youngest member of blue lock and the only non-racer. instead, he has sharp eyesight for alerting everyone when the police are near. he’s seen your little exchange with barou, so he decides to talk to you about him. not only is his ability useful for avoiding trouble with the law, he can analyze hand movements and facial expressions, whether they’re genuine or not. barou rarely says that to anyone, meaning he’s not an exception to be captivated by you. this boy admits you’re one of the people he admires due to your mechanical expertise. as he had said, him and barou aren’t the only ones; a fan favorite’s waiting to be graced by your presence.

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐨. the heir. he’s the leader as well as the second-best racer of team v. he considers ryosuke to be one of the best racers in blue lock, besides his best friend nagi of course, which is what he’ll use during his negotiations with you. a master at that developed by his upbringing, they worked on the majority of his teammates, earning their respect, so he hopes that you’ll find his terms reasonable and work for him. but what he doesn’t expect is you playing hard to get. you think a pretty rich boy like him deserves a wild goose chase for shits and giggles, but in fact, it makes his pursuit very exhilarating like his races. nagi thinks that what he’s doing is a waste of time.

𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨. the genius. he’s the best racer of team v and is ranked sixth of the top six racers of blue lock. most people would be happy about their achievements, but he doesn’t care as they’re essentially reo’s efforts. all he cares about are his video games and his cactus, until you arrived. he’s interested in attempting to impress you, with “attempt” being the keyword. but reo does all his work once again by introducing him to you as his most prized possession. you may not believe it because of his lazy disposition, but reo promises that you’ll see his full potential in the upcoming race. someone else who he doesn’t find to be a bother, he hopes to see you more often.

✧ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. if your url is in bold, that means i can’t tag you!

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79. "we're not just friends you know that" with Sonny please please

thank you anon, i hope you like.....listening to one of my favorite songs (First Love/Late Spring by Mitski) inspired this....also Peter in Mutual Friends gif because I needed something pre-SVU (also i love Nate sm, iykyk)

i got a bit carried away with this ngl

PS: to anyone else sending prompts, im gonna be super busy in the next few days so i have no idea when ill be able to write again but keep on sending them!

‘Carisi, I swear to God you stay the fuck away from me with that water gun!’ you squeal while running to the other side of the pool to escape the ice-cold water stream he’s been trying to aim at you. 

‘You’re gonna get wet eventually!’ he warns with a smirk, making it sound incredibly suggestive. 

You shake your head at him and roll your eyes but you can’t help blushing at the same time. Admittedly, you love his childish attempts at teasing you, and you know in this atmosphere and with all the alcohol flowing this weekend, the flirting will only get worse. Not that it ever leads to anything. You’re just friends, it’s innocent. So far. And you tell yourself you don’t want it to go further even though you catch yourself staring, your eyes wandering over his body as he takes off his shirt. 

It’s always been like that between you two. Ever since you met as undergrads at St. John’s a few years ago, taking the same sociology course. Sonny ended up sitting next to you, and that same evening you found each other again at a party and had started talking. He was sweet, and funny, and you could see yourself falling for him immediately if it hadn’t been for your recent heartbreak, that grueling breakup from your highschool sweetheart. You’d still had feelings for your ex although looking back now, it must have been nostalgia, and the fact that along with him, you had left girlhood behind for good. Going off to college meant becoming an adult and starting this new chapter was scary. When you met Sonny, all you needed was a friend. And he had been an amazing friend to you all these years, without ever asking for more. 

‘What’s that?’ your girlfriend asks, pointing at your chin and you avert your gaze from Sonny. 

‘What?’ you instinctively touch your face.

‘Oh, it’s nothing. Just swear I could see a bit of drool there.’ she laughs and you shove her.

‘Stop!’ 

‘Hey, I don’t blame you! He is hot. And you know he’s been checking you out in that bikini.’ she states and you swallow the lump in your throat just to let out an awkward laugh. 

‘We’re just playing around. You know how he is. It’s not that serious.’ you don’t know who you’re trying to convince, her or yourself. 

It’s true, your friendship has always been on the verge of becoming something more. The flirting wasn’t even the worst of it; it was the intimacy you shared, the fact that you had always been there for each other when times got tough. When Sonny questioned his choice of becoming a cop after finishing his degree in criminal justice, wishing he had gone to law school instead of the police academy. When your mom had that cancer scare and your dad was losing it, absolutely helpless and unable to take care of himself while she was getting her treatment. It wasn’t just fun and games. At the end of the day you had a deep and true friendship, and neither of you wanted to throw that away. 

But you can feel something shift. It is the way he looks at you as the sun goes down on that first day of your 4th of July weekend. Between laughs and giggles your eyes meet and he gets all quiet and serious, and there’s something in the air you can’t quite grasp. Or maybe it’s the way that friend of a friend asks you about him. If he’s single, and her smile in his direction when you tell her he’s not seeing anyone as far as you know. And then as you get tipsy in order to forget about it all, you realize that he’s keeping his distance for some reason, when he would normally be right by your side, having shots with you, annoying you with his lame jokes. 

Your phone vibrates and it’s a text from Sonny. A song by one of your favorite artists that you weren’t even aware he knew of. You look up to scan the crowd for him and find him sitting by the pool by himself, a bottle of beer in his hand. 

But I find that lately I’ve been crying like a tall child

You know the lyrics by heart, and there it is again, the lump in your throat. And that devastating feeling in your gut you’ve ignored so many times in the past. The longing to be close to him, to reach out and touch him, you’ve fought time and time again. His eyes meet yours and you draw in a sharp breath, wishing he would just go back to goofing around with you instead of this. Because this, you can’t come back from, you can’t undo.  

The only thing you can do is flee but he catches up with you just as you reach the top of the stairs, about to go hide in your room. Sonny’s hand grabs yours and you turn around to face him. And all of a sudden his lips are on yours.

Even if you wanted to protest, you can’t. It feels too good. After the initial shock you kiss him back, your hands are around his neck as his wrap around your waist. Maybe this isn’t right but you want it. You want him. Finally admitting it to yourself is your doom but what if it’s a blessing at the same time? Harboring this secret for so long, these fantasies you had about him and you, what if he’s had them too? Or was it all just another silly little game encouraged by the summer heat and booze?

Please, hurry, leave me, I can’t breathe

Please don’t say you love me

A spark shoots through you and starts to linger between your thighs as his tongue slips into your mouth, a needy moan on his breath. No, you can’t. You can’t give in to this if it’s simply a desire you have to satisfy, or curiosity. Your friendship means too much to you, and it would ruin everything. 

One word from you and I would jump off of this ledge I’m on, baby

Tell me “don’t” so I can crawl back in

You push him away and Sonny gives you a confused look, searching your eyes for the answer to a question that hasn’t been asked. 

‘We can’t, Sonny.’

‘Why not?’ 

‘Because…I know we would regret it. And then I would lose my best friend.’ you reply, looking down on the floor to avoid his blue eyes piercing into yours.

‘We’re not just friends, you know that.’ he whispers, his finger under your chin lifting up your head again. 

‘Don’t…’ you’re scared of what he’s going to say next but it bursts out of him.

‘I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. But I knew you were hurting and being your friend was enough for me. I would never ask for more if I didn’t think it is what you wanted as well. And now we’ve been in denial for so long, and I keep thinking, what if it’s all in my head, y’know? So, please. Tell me it’s not all just in my head.’ he pleads and you can see his eyes filling with tears and it feels like your heart is twisting around itself in your chest. 

‘It’s not just in your head.’ you assure softly, your hand reaching out to touch his cheek where an ecstatic smile appears. 

‘So you’re in love with me too?’ Sonny asks, sounding like a little boy. 

It’s time to let go of your fears. Your own insecurities that had been holding you back although he had always brightened your day, always made your heart beat faster, ever since he asked you your name on that very first day of college. 

‘I am, Dominick. I’m in love with you.’ you confess, biting your lip shyly before kissing him again. 

A sweet, timid kiss, and yet it doesn’t take long until you pull him towards your room, shoving him against the door the second it closes. He groans, his hands traveling under your short sundress before almost tearing it off you. The rest of your clothes, and his, follow, landing all across the room. 

‘Fuck, you should always be naked. You’re so beautiful.’ Sonny breathes as you push him down on the bed, straddling him. 

‘I would get arrested.’ you grin, feeling him hard against you.

‘Good thing I’m gonna be a cop soon.’ he chuckles, his hands wandering over your body, making you tremble as one finds its way to your wet folds.

‘Dominick…’ you moan his name as he starts dragging his fingers back and forth through you, his thumb on your clit, massaging there. His touch is heavenly. 

You lift your hips again to guide his hard cock into you, letting him fill you to the hilt as you sink down on him. Fuck. In all your wildest fantasies you could have never imagined how amazing he would feel, stretching you in the most delightful way, throbbing so deep inside you. His thighs tense as he lets out the prettiest moan, taking in the sensation of your pussy around him, so wet and tight.

‘God, baby, you…-fuck!’ Sonny pants as you start moving on him, your fingers digging into his shoulders, waves of pleasure already crashing over your body. 

Finally being with him is exhilarating. The way he grips your hips, pulling you down harder onto him, showing you exactly how badly he wanted you for all this time. And you’re desperate for him too; your lips on his neck, sucking, licking, nibbling as blind passion takes over. His deep moans are music to your ears, unleashing something inside you you didn’t know was there before. You push him back on the bed in order to ride him harder, and his mouth hangs open as he watches his cock disappear into your glistening cunt. It doesn’t take long and you’re both panting hot messes, close to your orgasms. Sonny reaches down to find your clit, rubbing tight circles and you clench around him in response, feeling yourself climbing towards that peak and you steady yourself on his chest, smiling down at him. 

‘’You’re so fucking hot.’ you purr breathlessly. ‘You’re gonna m-make me c-cum. Fuck! Dominick!’ 

He thrusts up into you roughly, hitting that sweet spot just right, sending you over the edge. You come hard, scratching his skin and making him hiss as your pussy twitches around his cock. Your orgasm is earth-shattering, and if it wasn’t for the loud music downstairs, everyone would have heard your moans, the string of curse words leaving your mouth as you shake. You keep riding him, your flushed body grinding against his as you feel him tensing beneath you, and he spills into you, crying out your name. Fuck, having him come inside you makes you feel even more delirious; having him rub your clit still, making you pulsate around him again and again. 

When you finally collapse next to him you are both struggling to catch your breaths, and your thighs are still shaking as he pulls you close, kissing your hair. You remain like this for God knows how long before you decide you’re in need of a shower and you get up, dragging Sonny with you to the bathroom where you turn on the light.

‘Oh shit!’ you gasp, staring at his chest.

‘Guess I will have to keep my shirt on for the rest of the weekend.’ Sonny states, as he looks down, noticing the red scratch marks all over his upper body.

‘I’m so sorry.’ you cover your mouth with your hand, looking at him apologetically. 

‘Don’t be. I like it.’ he bites his lip, wiggling his brows at you. 

You have to laugh, and he reaches out to tickle you, to make you laugh even harder. The excitement of it all makes you dizzy. Dominick makes you dizzy. And your hands are all over him once more as you step into the shower, the feeling of his body pressed against yours making you moan again.  

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[aostahni]

aftermath

rating: M— Mature

setting: jungle, omatikaya clan— post reef village

love interest/character(s): fem!omatikaya reader, (20) neteyam, & sully family

warnings: post atwow, little bit of angst, blood, violence, knives, guns, bombs, worrying/protective neteyam?, mentions of death, arguing, sadness, crying, & fluff.

synopsis: neteyam and other omaticaya warriors were out scouting the perimeters of the forest, until they were met with dozers and heavily armed machines tearing down lush forest and vegetation to expand their land, neteyam and jakes plan to end their operation and set out an mission to destroy the humans upcoming operation. You neteyam’s lover and a fellow warrior participating in the mission steers away from the plan to finally end the sky people’s plan unveiling a reaction from neteyam you’ve yet to see.

author’s note: ngl this was a little different for me, writing romance and angst has always been slightly difficult for me & i took some research 😭. also, I’m always open to criticism and advice long as it’s respectful. hope you enjoy!

- p.s. i thought about adding smut once the argument was settled, but i may just make into a separate part for the ones who just want a wholesome oneshot. just lmk what you guys prefer! enjoy!

❝we are warriors neteyam! warriors! ❞

the sky around you had darkened from the smoking machines, and the vibrant forest burned from their torches. There was an ear splitting commotion surrounding you as dozers exploded, guns ringing as they’re bullets ricocheted, and fellow warriors released battle cries throughout the thick suffocating atmosphere.

it was one of the most brutal operations you’ve participated in, but you’d never back down. You scanned your surroundings as you glided through the smokey air on your ikran— mìäylli. you spotted two dozers continuing their destructive path with a couple recoms surrounding them, torching the vegetation alongside them. quickly you called it in, pressing your throat comms.

“ma teyam! there’s two dozers that changed course.”

“copy y/n. what’s their position?”

“about four clicks from you and the other warriors.”

“we’re getting hammered here my yawne.” he hissed, sounds of bullets and screams echoing in the background. “we’ll have to wait.”

“neteyam i can take them mys—.” you retorted but neteyam quickly cut your rebuttal short. “no!”

“you should get out of there, don’t engage without backup!”

only his words went in one ear and out the other, you wouldn’t leave these sky people to cause more damage when you could handle them yourself. You pulled out your bow, readying yourself for landing as neteyam continued to rant in your ear. he voiced worrying concerns as your chest heaved, moving up and down as you took slow deep as your ikran guided you closer toward the dozers.

“do you read me y/n?” neteyam yelled, “do not attack!”

ignoring his order, you and your ikran dove toward the scene, drawing your bow and impaling two soldiers within seconds. your ikran swayed around the other side of the dozers as you picked up the last soldier and slung him off into the distance. Once the surrounding sky people who were protecting the dozers from the ground were no longer a worry, you leap down gracefully from your ikran against the metal surface releasing a quick arrow in the process shooting one of the demons off its side.

You hurriedly ran toward a metal pole for cover, bullets ricocheting off its side as the soldiers sought to kill you. crouching down you took a look at the area around you, noting every soldier and weakening areas of the dozer. The other one beside it has the same exact layout, you took a deep breath nodding to yourself as the three soldiers drew closer. Once they were close enough you swatted your bow, one of the soldiers' bones cracking at the impact while the others were swept off their feet dropping their weapons.

you encased one's head in the bow, snapping their neck as you threw their limp body across the dozer while kicking their guns off its side. the second soldier drew a knife from behind, running towards you. your ear flicked up with alert at the never ending footsteps thumping against the metal surface. you turned swiftly earning a piercing nick across your chest, you hiss wildly before stabbing variously into the soldier's fleshly stomach, their blood squelching as you shoved the knife deeper with a twist. the soldier gasped, gripping fondling with your hands before gripping tightly as you watched life leave their eyes with a sharp gaze as your head tilts.

you released your hold, dropping the recoms limp body with a loud thud. A groan sounded in the distance and you hurriedly crouched into your defensive stance only to realize it was a soldier you immobilized, reaching toward a knife. you walked over kicking away the knife, landing a hard punch knocking him out. You pulled two grenades over his vest, quickly running toward the running jets atop the dozer. you released the pins hauling the grenades in between the vents as you called out for your ikran. A screech in the distance let you know she was close as you sprinted toward the edge of the dozer leaping out onto the back of the ikran.

you ascended to great heights watching as the two dozers went up in flames from the explosion as you whooped pumped your bow in the air with celebration. distant war cries let you know the battle was over, and in the na’vis favors as you made your way to high camp. As you came down from your high and the adrenaline and coursing blood settled you felt a sharp pain in your chest. you winced as you adjusted yourself on your ikran, looking down your chest reveals a gash. long, deep, sensitive, and throbbing around its jagged edges as blood pooled out staining your intricately woven top by neteyam.

“shit…” you hissed softly, knowing it’d be a long night.

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳

once your wound was treated by mo’at, you quickly made your way to your hut, drowning the dried herbs the tsahìk provided you in some water for a tea to help ease the throbbing pain. soon you heard a screech from your mates ikran and a thud as the blue soles of his feet collided with the ground. erratic breathing and footsteps were heard outside the hut as he searched for you within the crowd of celebrating na’vi.

“where is she?” he question, voice full of irritation with the unknowing responses. “is y/n here? have you seen her?!”

as few whispers floated within the air before he abruptly stood in the entrance of your shared hut, you stood quickly startled as you took in your mates appearance. he was covered in blood and dirt, his hair wild, and fist unclenching as he looked over you the same.

“are you okay?” the worry along his face fizzled away as he approached you quickly scanning over your body. “why didn’t you respond?”

he turned to you around to examine your back before engulfing you into a hug pressing your body against him. “don’t scare me like that.”

“i am fine, neteyam.” you winced as your gash came in contact with the dirt and debris along neteyam’s body, his ears flickered up as he quickly reeled back. he held your tensed shoulders against his palm as he pointed toward your top. “your piece is soaked in blood…”

you said nothing, eyes staring at the crackling fire as the burning wood shifted. you wanted to tell him, explain the events of taking down the dozers on your own, but you knew he’d only grow furious that you didn’t respect his wishes to stay safe. he pulled your top to the side lightly, revealing the gash just above your breast stretching to your collarbone, his pupils blown wide in disbelief as he gazed burned in yours. “y-you..”

“you were inured and didn’t tell me..?”

“neteyam.” you gritted out, irritation boiling to the surface. “i didn’t want to worry you, you’ve been so stresse—”

“So instead you fight skypeope alone?” he scoffed, retreating his grazing hands from your wound, and suddenly the loss of his touch made you feel so cold. “and hide injuries from your mate?”

“neteyam what was i to do?” you hissed, voice growing louder by the second. “leave the dozers to cause more damage?!”

“you were to follow my order!” neteyam growled, jaw clenching as burning irritation scratched at his throat. “not take stupid risks that could’ve gotten you killed!”

“we are warriors neteyam! warriors!” you yelled, grabbing ahold of the bow that lay against the wall of your hut. “the ones who take risks to protect eywa, the people..!”

“ugh, Y/N!” he hissed frustratedly pacing before he slammed a hand against the wall, making you jump from the noise. his face was full of rage and his eyes darkened as he whirled toward you with flared nostrils. “we are na’vi! we move as one and don’t stray!”

“neteyam do not speak to me as if i’m just some member of your squad!”

“i am your mate!”

neteyam back away a few paces, with a deep inhale before exhaling through his nostrils. He slowly approached your unmoving body, sighing deeply as he raised his hands to cup your cheeks, his gaze softening as he watched your blown pupils, the distant fire reflecting in them.

“i could have lost you…” he gently whispers, voice slightly hoarse from the yelling.

“i am here ma yawne..” you cooed, pressing your forehead against his, as you closed yours eyes breathing in each other's air.

his stray hand raised between you, touching the wound that lay between his chest. a constant reminder of where taking a risk led him, what it gave him— a bullet with death's name on it. he fumbled over his words as recalled the events three years ago in awa’atlu, a event that seemed to be a part of another life. “r-risks.. risks are dangero—”

“risk are what you take for the ones you love..” you reassured him, your eyes fluttering open as you watch his face twist with sadness. “ma yawne…”

“i’m sorry..” he sniffled, tears clumping in his lashes as his eyes met yours. the wound was a constant reminder to him that he’d protected his brother’s, a wound he flaunt proudly knowing that he’d been a warrior to cheat death but yet the havoc and grief it caused never left his mind. the pained faces and cries he’d heard late at night from his parents and siblings as they feared he wouldn’t make it. it was too much, but he’d never bring himself to voice it, so he curled his tongue into itself. “t-three, three years ago y/n.”

“i saw all the pain I would've left behind..”

“I-I can’t deal with that, not alone.” a stray tear fell down his cheek, barely cooling his heating cheeks. he exhaled shakily as flashes of oil filled waters, raging fires, and metal on his tongue ran through his senses. “i wouldn’t be able to bear the pain of losing you, y/n..”

your breath hitched, tears burning in your eyes at his confession. you slowly pulled him into a hug, his sniffles growing constantly as his emotions boiled to its highest. you ran your fingers through his wild hair as he cried into the crook of your neck, your heart pained that your mate had not yet healed from the trauma. “i could never imagine how you felt, ma neteyam..”

“the fear that surrounded you in that moment..”

“but i want you to know.” you cupped his jaw, pulling up his soaked face to yours, as you met his tear filled eyes. “our love is eternal, a love that will last many lifetimes through the connection of our great mother.”

“even if my body is gone, i’m always with you.” you gaze over his softening features, your thumbs wiping away the tears stained on his face. “i will live with you in spirit within eywa..”

“you will never be alone.” you nod reassuringly and he soons follows, nodding with you. you take in his features, as he closes and exhales shakily, gathering his composure. “i love you, neteyamur..”

“i love you..” he declares, fluttering his wet, clumped lashes open drinking in every detail of your reassuring eyes. he places a soft kiss against your lips, running his knuckles over your soft skin as you lean into the touch. “so much..”

He continues kissing, moving his mouth from your mouth to your nose, eyes, jaw, and finally your neck. his soft lips running over your skin as carries you into your hammock, snuggling into you before he claims your lips in a deep kiss as you two share soft sensual touches into the late night.

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The ✨ Dragon Fairy Maiden ✨and the ☾Dark Moon Knight☽ (🍓IchiHime🍞)

Happy to say that I am part of the IchiHime & RenRuki AU week! Created by @serene-faerie! Please follow her!! Her account is amazing! So I'm starting this challenge with IchiHime for the Fantasy AU that takes place in a magical Fairy Realm!!! But Ichigo will be called Mugetsu based on his Final Form!!! My God, I love that form so much!!!!!! Our girl Orihime is called Rikka based on her powers!!! Ngl, I imagined that Ichigo's final form was from a previous life and Ichigo is his reincarnation. For Orihime, why not make the story fun. Fun fact: she was about to be drawn as a dragon by Tite Kubo as a final form, and the idea of that inspired me to write it!

*P.S. I noticed the characters they represent in the middle of the collage edit I made; they are on different and wrong sides, which I apologize. for! ON TO THE STORY!

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~Every soldier's swords from both sides clashed with each other as they fought. Screams from those men were heard throughout the whole war zone. They fought for their lives, families, and their kingdom.

From the Kingdom of Zangetsu, the legendary Dark Moon Knight Mugetsu bravely led his army into battle on his majestic white stallion, Shiro. Despite rumors of Shiro being cursed due to his skull-like markings, the horse proved to be a loyal companion. Mugetsu was not only a skilled warrior but also a source of inspiration for young knights, embodying the values of honor and resilience. His courage in battle and noble spirit motivated countless aspiring knights to follow in his remarkable footsteps.

He was a brave leader who rallied his men for battle. Every knight stood firm, ready to fight with unwavering loyalty. Though some fell too soon, they did so with honor, sacrificing their lives for the kingdom they loved. Their bravery would be remembered for generations to come.

Mugetsu held his black sword, Getsuga, to kill every enemy in his path. He reaches to the enemy's leader at last. Both of them stare at each other with fury before they charge each other with their swords and ride their trustworthy stallions.

Yet everything turned into a blur for both Mugetsu and the enemy after they slashed each other with their swords.

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Mugetsu opens his eyes slowly. He stares up at an unfamiliar ceiling before slowly sitting up and finding himself in a bed, though he isn't back home. He wasn't in his armor anymore and now was wearing dark grey pajamas.

"Where am I?" he wondered as he surveyed the room. The walls were decorated in cheerful pastels adorned with dark floral patterns. Blue curtains covered the window, allowing a beam of sunlight to filter through a small opening, casting a warm glow on the floor and adding to the room's inviting yet mysterious atmosphere.

'How did I even end up here?' Mugetsu thought to himself as he put his hand to his face and thought about how he ended up here.

He lay almost lifelessly on the ground, covered in his own blood, as he was surrounded by the dead bodies of his soldiers and even his enemies. The weak knight turns his head slowly to see a shining, bright, hooded figure approaching him before his vision blurs.

He gasped as he realized what had happened just before it all went down. The Dark Knight placed his hand on his chest, where he had been stabbed by the enemy.

To his shock, there was no bandage to be found and no sign of any wound. He glanced at his chest and confidently tugged down the neckline of his shirt to check for any signs of a scar.

But there was no scar.

"I...I...Impossible..." He breathed out, all shocked, and lets go of his shirt. "A-A-Am I dead?" He asked himself out of fear, thinking he was already dead.

"No. You are still alive. You are just in shock." Mugetsu turned his head in the direction where he heard an unfamiliar voice in the room he was staying in.

To his surprise, he sees a small male fairy with black wings on the edge of his bed who is sitting on top of the wooden bedframe. He gasped, shocked, as he saw the black-winged fairy.

"Oi, oi, oi! Don’t worry, I’m not going to bite you. I was just about to, though, since I had to carry your injured self all the way back here." the black-winged fairy said, clearly annoyed. "Eh?" the Dark Knight replied, confused and surprised. It must have been quite a task for such a small fairy to carry a human.

"Forgive him, he's a pain in the ass sometimes." Mugetsu turns his head to see a small figure floating next to him. He gasped, surprised at what he was seeing. It was another fairy, but it was a female with pink hair that matched the color of her wings. "Heard that Lily." The dark-winged fairy said, all annoyed. Mugetsu stood there all surprised as he watched the two fairies argue.

"Tsubaki, Lily, enough now," Mugetsu heard a commanding voice as he turned toward the open bedroom door. There stood a breathtaking woman with long, golden-blonde hair fading into a blue ombre. Graceful blue dragon horns adorned her head, while her golden-brown eyes sparkled with warmth. She wore a flowing cream-colored dress that complemented her figure, paired with delicate blue fairy wings that shimmered beautifully. A small blue dragon tail peeked from beneath her dress, adding to her enchanting presence. The Dark Knight gazed at her, utterly captivated by her beauty.

The two fairies left the room to give them space. The beautiful woman looked at the Dark Knight in surprise, her face lighting up. "Ah! You’ve awakened!" she exclaimed, walking over to his side. "Thank goodness! I was so worried about you all night!" she added with relief.

Mugetsu again didn't say a word to the woman. He stood there still, all confused, looking at the bright smile on her beautiful face. Who was this woman, he thought. She was really beautiful, which he could think of.

"W-W-Where am I?" he asked, finally breaking the silence. "Ah, questioning seems to be the theme since you woke up. My home, of course." she replied kindly as she reached for a pitcher of water from his nightstand. "H-H-How long was I out?" he stammered."Just for a day," she answered, pouring the water into a glass cup on his nightstand.

Mugetsu stood there silent when the woman said that. A day? Impossible. His wounds could not possibly heal that quickly. It would take weeks and months for his wounds that almost cost him his life. He would of have bandages around his fresh wounds.

"W-W-W-What happened to my wounds?" He asked. "Ah. I should of know that question was gonna happen but you won't believe me...I healed you." The woman said confidently as she passed the cup of water to the confused knight.

Mugetsu accepts the cup of water from the woman. "H-H-H-H-How?" He muttered, all surprised. "It's my power." She answered. "Y-Y-Y-Your power?" Mugetsu muttered all surprised. "Yes, allow me to introduce myself." she said, her voice warm and welcoming. With a small, polite bow, she leaned slightly forward, her eyes shining with friendliness. "I'm Shun Rikka, but you can call me Rikka for short." She straightened up, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she regarded Mugetsu, eager to establish a connection.

"I'm M-M-M-M-Mugetsu." he stammered, looking down shyly. "Honored to meet you, Mugetsu-sama!" she replied, her eyes glowing with happiness. Mugetsu blushed, captivated by her warmth and beauty as he drank his cup of water.

"I will explain more in the kitchen. I need to finish preparing your meal. There's also a pair of clean clothes on the chair." Rikka smiled as she walked out of the room. Mugetsu sets his cup of water down on the nightstand. He stood up properly before grabbing the clothes that were neatly folded on top. Then, he changed out of the pajamas and into the clothes that Rikka had chosen for him.

He wore a fitted dark grey shirt, its untied collar casually framing his neck and highlighting the strong lines of his silhouette. The fabric hugged his torso, giving him a sleek appearance. Below, he paired the shirt with tailored black pants, which offered a striking contrast and enhanced the overall refined look. The trousers were crafted from a smooth material that draped elegantly, further emphasizing his polished style. At his waist, a black leather belt not only provided structure but also added a sophisticated touch, seamlessly tying the entire outfit together. Each element contributed to a cohesive and stylish ensemble that exuded confidence. Along with that came with a pair of black boots.

He gazed at his reflection in the mirror, taking in the details of his new attire. The fabric was soft and well-tailored, draping nicely across his frame, yet it evoked memories of the simpler outfits he had worn back home. While these clothes carried a certain sophistication, they lacked the opulence typically associated with high-class families. The contrast left him feeling a mix of nostalgia and unfamiliarity as he pondered the journey that had brought him to this moment. He sighs before he steps out of his room and heads into the kitchen.

He walks through the hallways, and he is captivated by its impeccable cleanliness and organization. Every corner is tidy, and the pastel colors of the decor suited Rikka based on her personality. It reminds him of the room where he was staying, yet the abundance of lively hues and artistic accents brings a whole new level of charm that he finds both intriguing and refreshing.

As he steps into the kitchen, he spots Rikka standing there, a warm glow illuminating her features. She carefully sets a steaming bowl of rice porridge on the intricately carved wooden table, its glossy surface glinting in the light. Rikka glances up at the knight, momentarily captivated by his striking appearance in the finely tailored clothes. His outfit accentuates his strong frame and adds an air of nobility. After a brief moment of admiration, she shakes off her thoughts and breaks into a beaming smile. "Ah! They fit you perfectly!" she exclaims, genuine delight shining in her eyes.

Mugetsu smiles warmly and shyly says, "Thank you." before taking a seat at the polished wooden dining table. Sunlight filters through the window, casting gentle shadows. Rikka, sitting across from him, pours steaming tea from a delicate floral teapot into an elegant porcelain cup, filling the air with a soothing aroma. He thanks her before eating his meal.

"Delicious." he said warmly, a genuine smile spreading across his face after he finished his meal. Rikka's eyes sparkled with delight as she responded, "Ah! I’m so glad you enjoyed it!" Her voice was filled with warmth, reflecting her happiness. Mugetsu couldn't help but admire Rikka, the beautiful fairy, and her enchanting smile. It lit up the space around them, adding an extra layer of joy to the moment they shared.

"I don’t mean to ruin the mood, and I truly apologize for bringing it up, but I really need to know how you found me." Mugetsu said, his voice steady despite the underlying tension. He closed his eyes for a moment, replaying the events leading up to his unexpected encounter with Rikka. Memories of his earlier struggles flashed through his mind, each one more vivid than the last. Rikka stood in front of him, her expression a mixture of surprise and concern. She felt the weight of his question and knew she couldn't hide the truth any longer. The silence between them was heavy.

“As I wandered the other day, trying to clear my mind of the chaos swirling within, I stumbled upon a grim sight...the lifeless bodies of fallen soldiers scattered across the ground. A chill ran down my spine as fear crept over me. Just when I thought I could bear no more, I spotted a knight nearby. His armor battered and bloodied, yet he was still clinging to life, gasping for breath. That knight was you. Seeing you in that state was unbearable. I felt a strong urge to help, to do whatever it took to bring you back from the brink. With determination, I rushed to your side, healed you quickly but you remained unconscious though. It was a difficult journey for Tsubaki to carry you back here, but I could not let you slip away. Now, as I look at you, alive and recovering, I can’t help but smile in relief. You’ve shown incredible resilience, and I am grateful to see you here, safe and well,” Rikka said softly, her eyes reflecting both concern and hope.

The Dark Knight stood still, staring in amazement at the fairy before him. Her delicate wings shimmered, and he could hardly believe she was his savior. He remembered her tireless efforts to bring him back to life, weaving magic and warmth around him. In that moment, a rush of emotions overwhelmed him as he felt his heart start to beat again. It wasn’t just her beauty that moved him, but her kindness and determination. This was more than a second chance; it was a profound bond forged in darkness.

"You were still a pain in the ass to carry here." Just then Tsubaki flies in and ruins the moment startling the two. Mugetsu was annoyed and almost jump off his seat. "Tsubaki! Don't do that!" Rikka scolded the dark winged fairy. "Saying the truth. You know how hard it was for us." Tsubaki said all annoyed.

Mugetsu stares at the fairy, all surprised when he says 'us'. What did he mean by us? More questions were coming to the Dark Knight's head.

"U-U-U-Us?" The Dark Knight stuttered out, still confused to Rikka. "Ah, my apologies. Tsubaki and the fairy who you met in your room named Lily aren't the only fairies in this house." Rikka said with a soft smile. "Everyone!! Please come out and meet our guest!" She called out for the other fairies that she assumed.

Suddenly, five vibrant fairies fluttered into the room, catching Mugetsu by surprise. Rikka smiled and said, "Let me introduce you to the rest, Ayame, Baigon, Hinagiku, Shun’ō, and of course, Lily, whom you just met along with Tsubaki!" Mugetsu looked on in awe at the enchanting group.

"Nice to meet you!" the five fairies chimed, bowing gracefully to the knight. "Ah... Nice to meet you all as well," Mugetsu replied, returning their gesture with a hint of surprise. Rikka smiled, pleased to see the connection between her fairies and the man she had saved. "Mugetsu-sama, would you like to join me for dinner at the village market?" she asked warmly. Mugetsu looked back at Rikka, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. After a brief pause, he smiled and said, "Y-Yeah, I would like that."

Rikka smiled brightly. "That's wonderful! Let me grab my shawl and basket from the barn to check on your horse." She stood up, placing the dishes in the sink, the soft clink echoing in the quiet room. Mugetsu blinked in surprise at her mention of his horse.

"M-M-My horse?" He asked, still surprised.

“Yeah, don’t worry. He’s fine,” Rikka said to the knight with a reassuring smile. As she washed the dishes, a sharp pain shot through her finger. “Ow!” she exclaimed, wincing at the minor cut she had accidentally caused while scrubbing the dishes.

Mugetsu stood frozen in shock for a moment before rushing to Rikka's side. The worried fairies quickly followed, surrounding her like protective guardians. "Are you alright?" he asked, anxiety clear in his voice as he gently took her hand. He was alarmed to see a deep cut bleeding on her delicate palm, igniting a sense of urgency to help her.

"It's fine, don't worry." Rikka reassured Mugetsu, her voice calm and comforting. She offered a gentle smile that seemed to lighten the mood. Just when Mugetsu was about to respond, something unexpected happened. Rikka carefully hovered her hand over the small cut on her skin, the crimson stain still fresh.

To Mugetsu’s amazement, a radiant golden glow began to emanate from her hand, enveloping the wound in a soft luminescence. In an instant, the scratch started to close up as if time itself were rewinding. The blood that had marked her skin gradually faded away, leaving her skin smooth and unblemished once more. Mugetsu could hardly believe what he was witnessing.

It would have left a lasting scar, a constant reminder of the pain I endured, but miraculously, it was gone now, as if it had never existed.

Rikka looked up at the Dark Knight, astonished by his disbelief. Mugetsu began to grasp the extent of her abilities. "A-A-Amazing," he stammered, struggling to find his words. "Is this how you—" he started, but Rikka quickly interjected."Yes. I healed your wounds when I first found you. My main power is healing." As her words sank in, Mugetsu stood in silent awe, filled with gratitude and a newfound respect for the woman who had saved him.

They stare into each other's eyes in silence, both trying to process the emotional intensity of the moment that has just passed. The connection feels electric, as if time has momentarily frozen, allowing them to fully absorb the depth of their feelings.

"Get a room, you two!" Tsubaki shouted, interrupting the moment between Mugetsu and Rikka. They pulled apart, surprised by his sudden outburst. Mugetsu shot Tsubaki an annoyed look, even though he appreciated Tsubaki's earlier help."TSUBAKI!" Rikka exclaimed, her cheeks glowing with embarrassment. With a sigh, Tsubaki continued, "We have other work to do instead of acting like lovebirds who just met." The air shifted, reminding them of their priorities.

"Awww Tsubaki! Come on!! It was getting good!!" Lily argued. "Then you watch it when I'm not around!" Tsubaki argued. Rikka and Mugetsu stood there awkwardly at what they were watching. "Are they always like this?" Mugetsu asked. "Y-Y-Yes which I apologized." Rikka answered before sighing.

“Stop what you two are doing right now!!” Rikka commanded with her hands on her hips. “I’m heading into town fort onight's dinner's ingredients, so you two need to get the chores done around the house. ”The two fairies, their shimmering wings catching the light, exchanged nervous glances, instantly stepping back. "S-S-S-Sorry, Rikka." they mumbled, a hint of regret in their voices. Noticing their worry, Rikka smiled warmly, easing the tension. “It’s okay. Just remember to tidy up before I return.”

The fairies dispersed to carry out their tasks as Rikka had instructed. Mugetsu stood in awe, impressed by her confident command. "Shall we then?" Rikka asked, her voice steady."Y-Y-Y-Yeah." Mugetsu stammered, his admiration evident. Rikka smiled and headed toward the front door.

She carefully slips her feet into a pair of soft, cream-colored ballet flats, the gentle leather conforming comfortably to her soles. After a moment of contemplation, she picks up a flowing blue shawl, its fabric silky against her skin, and drapes it gracefully around her shoulders, the color contrasting beautifully with her outfit.

Turning to Mugetsu, she hands him a black cloak, its fabric thick and warm, in case he feels chilly. He smiles appreciatively, offering a soft "thank you" as he drapes the cloak over his shoulders, its weight providing a sense of comfort.

With a gentlemanly gesture, he opens the front door for Rikka, ensuring that she steps outside first, embodying the classic notion of chivalry. She acknowledges his kindness with a warm smile and a sincere “thank you” as she steps outside, greeted by the fresh air.

Mugetsu follows closely behind, lingering for a brief moment at the threshold before gently closing the door, sealing the warmth of their home behind him as they step into the world beyond.

He stood in awe, marveling at the vibrant green grass and colorful spring flowers swaying in the soft breeze. Above, the clear blue sky, partly veiled by wispy clouds and leafy tree canopies, created a serene backdrop in the warm sunlight.

As he absorbed the idyllic scene, a haunting memory surfaced—a once-thriving field now reduced to charred remnants, scorched by relentless bombs and fires. The skies had been overcast, heavy with ominous clouds that obscured any hint of blue.

The sweet chirping of birds filled his ears, a soothing contrast to the war cries of dark days past. In this vibrant moment, he felt immense gratitude and peace, as if the world was healing with each note of nature’s song.

"Mugetsu-sama!" The familiar voice jolts him back to reality. He turns to see Rikka standing at the rustic entryway of a charming little farm, sunlight highlighting her warm smile. Her brown hair dances gently in the breeze, and her eyes sparkle with excitement. "Are you coming?" she asks playfully, tilting her head slightly. Caught off guard, Mugetsu stammers, "Ah, y-y-yes!" A rush of adrenaline fills him as he brushes off the remnants of his daydream as he quickly walks to the farm.

As he stepped into the dimly lit barn, the rich scent of hay and the faint sounds of rustling filled the air. His gaze immediately landed on a familiar sight: a striking white horse standing in the stables, its mane glistening like fresh snow. The horse lifted its head, ears perked up, and let out a joyful neigh, instantly recognizing the Dark Knight. "Shiro!" Mugetsu exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across his face. The Dark Knight walked over, his heart swelling with happiness as he approached his loyal companion. The horse stepped forward, nuzzling Mugetsu gently with its nose as if sharing in the joy of their reunion. It was a moment filled with warmth, and Mugetsu felt a profound sense of relief to see Shiro alive and well.

Rikka smiled as she watched the touching reunion between the man she had rescued and his devoted companion. "He refused to leave your side when I found you," she said. "Though he had minor injuries, I managed to heal him. I didn't want to overwork him by making him carry you." As she approached the Dark Knight and his horse, Shiro, she gently stroked the creature’s sleek mane. The horse nuzzled her hand, clearly happy to be reunited with his master.

Mugetsu watched with a smile as Rikka interacted with his horse, Shiro. “He’s quite the mysterious fellow with those striking skull-like markings on his coat, but I assure you, he’s really sweet.” she said, gently stroking his mane and offering him fresh hay. Rikka's eyes sparkled with delight as Shiro munched contentedly, clearly enjoying her attention. “Of course, he’s a true gentleman at heart.” Mugetsu added playfully, allowing a teasing tone to creep into his voice. Rikka chuckled at his remark, the sound light and infectious.

Suddenly, Shiro leaned in and playfully nudged Mugetsu with his nose, clearly craving some affection of his own. “Oi, oi, oi! I’m just kidding!” Mugetsu exclaimed, feigning annoyance as he pushed the horse away gently. The warm bond between them was unmistakable, filled with moments of playful banter and genuine affection that underscored the deep connection they shared.

Rikka laughed at their playful interaction, her joyous voice filling the room. Mugetsu felt his cheeks flush red, shifting uncomfortably under the curious glances around him.“Oh, don’t be shy! You two have such a sweet friendship.” Rikka encouraged, smiling warmly. Mugetsu stammered, "A-A-Ah, yeah." his voice barely a whisper. His gaze fell on a black sword propped against the wall, its dull blade sparking vivid memories of a fierce battle where he nearly lost his life.

“What is it?” Rikka inquired, curiosity lighting up her eyes as she turned her head to see what had caught Mugetsu's attention. She soon realized he was fixated on his sword, lying nearby. With a determined stride, Mugetsu approached his weapon, feeling a surge of relief wash over him as he picked it up. He unsheathed the blade, inspecting it closely; it gleamed brightly, free from the remnants of the battle and his enemy’s blood.

“Ah, your sword.” Rikka said, her voice gentle and understanding. “I noticed you were still clutching it. I figured you wanted to hold onto it, just in case something went wrong.” Mugetsu's heart warmed at her thoughtfulness, recognizing the kindness behind her words. He couldn’t help but smile softly as he returned the weapon to its sheath. “Thank you.” he said appreciatively, securing the sword back to his side. The bond between them felt a little deeper in that moment, forged in their shared experience and unspoken understanding.

The two companions stepped out of the dimly lit barn, the warm sunlight washing over them as they made their way toward the village’s bustling heart. Rikka glanced sideways at her enigmatic companion, her curiosity piqued. "May I ask, Mugetsu-sama, where did you come from?" she inquired, her voice filled with genuine interest in getting to know the Dark Knight standing beside her. "Zangetsu. It’s a remarkable land, filled with lush landscapes and a rich history." Mugetsu replied, a hint of nostalgia brightening his otherwise stoic demeanor. "I’ve heard that Zangetsu is famed for producing exceptionally skilled knights." Rikka remarked, her eyes shining with excitement at the thought.

"Yeah." Mugetsu said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, reflecting a hint of pride. "I presume you are a knight as well?" Rikka asked, her interest deepening as she noticed the way he carried himself with an air of authority. "Y-y-yeah. I was one of the captains." Mugetsu confessed, his shyness evident as he glanced away, his cheeks warming under her attentive gaze. "Ah, amazing!" Rikka exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "You must be more skilled than most! I can only imagine the tales of bravery you could share!" Mugetsu felt a rush of warmth, blushing at Rikka's kind words. Her genuine admiration stirred something within him, making the weight of his past feel lighter as they walked side by side.

“How long have you lived here?” Mugetsu asked, glancing at the Dragon Fairy Maiden beside him, her shimmering wings fluttering in the breeze. “I’ve been here since I was born,” Rikka replied, her eyes reflecting nostalgia. “My mother raised me in this cabin and taught me about the forest and its magic. She passed away a few years ago, but I learned to care for myself.” Mugetsu's heart ached for her. Living alone in the beauty of the woods must be isolating. Though she had her fairies as companions, he knew that even their presence couldn’t replace the void left by her mother. Loneliness can be heavy, even with friends around.

"Rikka..." Mugetsu finally broke the heavy silence that hung between them. Rikka turned her gaze toward him, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. Taking a deep breath, Mugetsu continued, "I have nowhere to go and no family to stay with." The weight of his words sank in as memories of his parents flooded back—images of laughter and warmth now overshadowed by their absence. He hesitated for a moment, his thoughts racing. "Since you saved me... I would be more than happy to help you around your home as a way to show my respect and gratitude." His voice wavered slightly, revealing the shyness that often held him back. He fidgeted with his hands, acutely aware of how vulnerable he felt in that moment. The last thing he wanted was to make things even more awkward between them, but he couldn't shake the hope that this could lead to a new beginning.

Rikka felt a warm blush spread across her cheeks in response to his playful comment. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she smiled and replied, "That would be absolutely wonderful! I could really use a helping hand around the house. And Mugetsu-sama, you’re more than welcome to stay as long as you’d like. I’ve genuinely started to enjoy your company."

Mugetsu stood momentarily in awe, his heart swelling at her kind words. A soft smile crept across his face, reflecting his appreciation for her openness. With a renewed sense of companionship, they continued their journey to the village, laughter and conversation flowing easily between them as they embraced the joy of the day ahead. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

After that pivotal day, Mugetsu settled into a new life alongside Rikka, a change that brought joy to both of them. With a strong and capable presence, Mugetsu quickly became an indispensable part of Rikka's household. He took it upon himself to gather firewood, expertly splitting logs with a practiced hand, ensuring their cozy home was always warm and inviting. Beyond that, he helped with various chores around the house, lifting heavy items with ease and making daily tasks far less burdensome for Rikka.

Embracing his role in the village, Mugetsu secured a position training the next generation of knights. His patience and dedication shone through as he taught the eager children, who idolized him. His reputation quickly spread, and he became a beloved fixture in the village, admired not only for his physical prowess but also for his kind heart and unwavering work ethic.

Gossip among the villagers buzzed with admiration, especially among the women, who would weave tales of how fortunate Rikka was to have such a handsome, noble man in her life. Each time the villagers spoke of it, Rikka would feel a warm flush of happiness, her cheeks turning rosy as a shy smile graced her lips.

Meanwhile, Rikka poured her heart into her work at the village's local bakery. Her passion for baking was evident in every loaf she crafted, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the streets, drawing villagers to her storefront. Everyone agreed that her bread was simply the best, a delightful treat that brought comfort and joy. As Rikka kneaded dough and shaped pastries, she often thought of Mugetsu, her heart swelling with affection as she realized how intertwined their lives had become.

Mugetsu stands at the edge of the training grounds, watching the younglings practice their swordsmanship. Their determination reminds him of his own childhood, filled with sweat, laughter, and adventure. As he listens to village men share stories around a bonfire, he feels pride swelling within him. They speak of his life with Rikka, The village is known for its beauty and a woman who has a radiant smile and a kind heart. He thinks back on their journey, from their chance meeting to the strong bond they have formed. He values their shared laughter and the support they gave each other during both happy and tough times. He is grateful for the path that brought them together.

As they spend more time together, both begin to realize their true feelings for each other. Despite living together, they struggle to express these emotions. Instead of the typical awkwardness of young love, their interactions are marked by subtle glances and shared laughter, highlighting a deeper bond. However, the fear of vulnerability keeps them from fully opening up, leaving them longing for a conversation that could bring them closer.

As they enjoyed dinner, Rikka excitedly mentioned an upcoming village festival. “I heard about it at the bakery where I work!” she said, her eyes shining. Mugetsu looked intrigued. “A festival? What kind?” “It’s the New Moon Festival.” Rikka explained. “It happens whenever there's a New Moon, and the village comes alive! Everyone gathers for activities, games, and to admire the stars. It’s a beautiful sight when the moon is hidden.” With a widening smile, she added, “Families share stories, dance, and enjoy delicious food. It really brings the community together, and I can't wait for it!”

Mugetsu observes the bright expression of excitement on her face as she talks about the upcoming festival. The thought of joining her fills him with joy; he can already envision the wonderful evening they will share together, filled with laughter and celebration. He relishes the sight of her smile, which lights up his day, and he is determined to keep that smile alive, even when they are apart. In his mind, every moment spent with her is precious, and the idea of seeing her happiness fade away at any point is something he cannot bear. He looks forward to making unforgettable memories that will help her smile shine even brighter.

With a warm smile, Mugetsu said, "It sounds like a fun event that I definitely don’t want to miss. I really don’t see any reason why not to participate." He then picked up his cup, cradling the warm ceramic in his hands. Rikka's eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned closer and exclaimed, "Really?! You’ll come?" "Absolutely." Mugetsu replied, his tone enthusiastic. "I haven't had the chance to attend one of these in quite a while, and I'm eager to be a part of this one." He took a thoughtful sip of his drink, savoring the flavor, while Rikka practically bounced in her seat, unable to contain her joy. "Yay!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with pure delight. The sight of the Dragon Fairy Maiden's excitement brought a genuine smile to Mugetsu's face, warming his heart even more.

As they finished their dinner and carefully cleaned the dishes together, Rikka turned to Mugetsu-sama with a thoughtful expression. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to call it a night early. I need to tailor my dress for the upcoming festival,” she said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she imagined the event. The Dark Knight smiled warmly at her eagerness. “That’s perfectly fine with me,” he replied before saying, “I also need to head out soon as well. I have to feed Shiro before it gets too late.” Rikka nodded appreciatively, grateful for his understanding. The two shared a moment of comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company in the cozy atmosphere of the dimly lit room.

After a brief exchange of smiles, they both said goodnight, feeling a warmth in their hearts as they prepared to part ways for the night, each with their own tasks ahead but looking forward to the festival that awaited them.

Mugetsu stepped outside into the cool evening air, the sky above painted with shades of deep blue and scattered stars twinkling faintly. The peaceful sounds of the night surrounded him as he made his way toward the barn. As he entered, the familiar scent of hay and horses enveloped him, bringing a comforting warmth to the atmosphere. In the stable, he found Shiro, his loyal companion, a striking white horse whose coat shimmered softly in the dim light. Shiro let out a cheerful neigh upon seeing Mugetsu, his ears perking up in excitement.

With a smile, Mugetsu approached, the worries of the day melting away. “Hey, Shiro,” he greeted gently, reaching out to stroke the horse's neck. The connection between them was immediate, enhanced by the tranquility of the night. He then reached into a small, weathered sack he carried and carefully poured slices of fresh apples and crunchy carrots into Shiro's bowl. The horse eagerly leaned in, munching on the treats, his eyes sparkling with delight. The sounds of chewing filled the peaceful barn, a reminder of the special bond they shared as night enveloped the world around them.

Mugetsu found himself drifting into his thoughts, his gaze wandering somewhere distant. Memories of Rikka filled his mind, bringing a soft smile to his lips. He recalled the warmth of her smile, the way it lit up her beautiful face and the gentle kindness that infused her every action. While other women admired him for his striking appearance and formidable strength, Rikka appreciated him for who he truly was. She wasn’t captivated by superficial traits instead, she had a unique charm that drew him in, characterized by her compassion and hardworking nature. He thought of her tireless dedication and how she poured her heart into everything she did, making her not just attractive, but truly remarkable in his eyes.

Shiro nudges the Dark Knight's arm with his nose to grab his attention. Mugetsu looks at him, confused and a bit annoyed. “What do you want?” he asks. The horse neighs knowingly, hinting that Mugetsu should address what’s on his mind. “Oh, be quiet. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mugetsu retorts, crossing his arms. Shiro responds with another neigh, reminding him that he needs to share his thoughts eventually.“I’ll get to it. I promise,” Mugetsu replies softly, turning away, the weight of his unspoken feelings hanging heavily in the air.

In the cozy confines of Rikka's room, bright strands of fabric strewn across her workspace reflected the warmth of her excitement. She hummed a cheerful tune, her fingers deftly guiding the needle and thread as she crafted a beautiful dress, aided by the tiny, shimmering fairies fluttering around her. Each flick of their wings filled the air with a sprinkle of magic, creating an enchanting atmosphere. The upcoming festival loomed large in her mind, and her thoughts often drifted to Mugetsu, the special friend she eagerly anticipated spending the day with.“Rikka, when are you going to tell him?” Tsubaki asked, breaking Rikka’s concentration. She abruptly halted her sewing, caught off guard and feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “U-U-Uh, well…” she stammered, her heart racing at the thought of revealing her feelings.“You really should tell him,” Lily chimed in, offering a gentle smile. “You two have built such a strong bond of trust ever since you first met. It’s about time you let him know how you feel.” Rikka bit her lip, considering her friends' encouragement, with her mind swirling with a mix of excitement and nerves about what lay ahead.

As she reflects on her thoughts, Mugetsu's image surfaces vividly in her mind. He was not only handsome, with his warm smile and compelling presence, but also incredibly generous and hardworking. In contrast to the other men in her village, who were often more captivated by her beauty than by her genuine qualities, Mugetsu saw her kindness and diligence as what they truly were. He appreciated her for her strength and resilience, which made her feel valued in a way she hadn't experienced before. Being around him brought her a sense of joy and comfort. The moment she discovered him and nursed him back to health, something inexplicable ignited within her. It was as if a hidden part of her had awakened, one that had long been dormant. Their first encounter was etched in her memory, filled with a certain magic that left a lasting impression on her heart.

Rikka took a stroll outside, enveloped in her warm cloak to ward off the chill. Having just returned from visiting her mother's grave to honor her birthday, she felt a mix of sorrow and comfort. The fairies fluttered around her, their presence a reminder that she was not alone. They had been her loyal companions since childhood, and she had loved her mother, a kind and beautiful woman who had touched many hearts. As Rikka walked, memories of her mother filled her mind, providing a sense of connection amid her grief.

In an instant, Rikka's breath catches in her throat as a striking white stallion gallops into view, its face adorned with eerie skull-like markings that seem to shimmer in the light. She instinctively takes a cautious step back, her heart racing with uncertainty. Sensing the potential threat, her loyal fairies flutter around her, weaving their magic to create a shimmering shield of protection. Rikka's eyes remain fixed on the enigmatic horse, aware that its presence could bring danger, and she prepares herself for whatever may come next.

But then she locked eyes with the horse, and instead of anger, she found fear and desperation in its gaze. Rikka's heart raced as she lowered her shield, shocking the fairies around her."Rikka! What are you doing?!" Shun'o exclaimed, worry etched on his face."Stay back. I know what I'm doing," Rikka replied, her voice steady as she stepped closer to the terrified creature, sensing its urgent need for help.

Rikka extended her hand slowly, inviting the mysterious horse. Its sleek coat shimmered in the sunlight as it cautiously approached, large eyes filled with curiosity. With a mix of excitement and calm, Rikka gently touched its forehead.

A soft smile spread across Rikka's face as she began to caress the horse’s mane, her fingers gliding through the silky strands. The horse seemed to relax under her touch, arching its neck slightly as if savoring the connection. In the background, the fairies hovered, their tiny wings shimmering like prisms in the light, their expressions filled with astonishment at the gentle bond unfolding between Rikka and the majestic beast. They had never witnessed such a harmonious meeting, enchanted by the trust that blossomed in that serene moment.

The horse tilted his head, signaling Rikka to follow him. Trusting his instincts, she hurried after him as he trotted briskly down the path. The fairies trailed behind her, their shimmering wings fluttering around her. Rikka focused on keeping pace, her heart racing with excitement as she felt the urgency of their journey.

To her astonishment, he guided her to a scorched battleground, a desolate landscape where the remains of countless soldiers lay strewn across the charred earth. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and ash, and a profound silence enveloped the scene, amplifying the gravity of the moment. Rikka stood frozen in disbelief, her heart racing as she took in the unimaginable sight, while the fairies, usually vibrant and lively, mirrored her shock with wide eyes and hushed whispers.“Rikka, are you absolutely sure about this horse?” Tsubaki murmured cautiously, her voice barely rising above the somber atmosphere. Rikka shot her a brief, sharp look, urging her to keep quiet. “Is there someone you know still alive out here?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly as she scanned the horizon, hoping to find a glimmer of life amidst the devastation. The weight of her words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the loss that surrounded them.

The horse gently guides Rikka through a haunting landscape strewn with the lifeless bodies of fallen warriors. Each step she takes feels heavier as her heart breaks over the devastating scene. Suddenly, the horse lets out a startled neigh, indicating that it has found its owner. Rikka’s eyes follow the sound, and she spots an armored man covered in blood lying amidst the chaos. His long black hair flows like a dark river, and despite the surrounding carnage, he still clings to life.

Rikka’s eyes widened in shock as she realized the severity of the situation. Without hesitation, she dashed over to the fallen man, her heart pounding in her chest. Kneeling beside him on the cold ground, she carefully unbuckled and removed his armor, revealing the deep, ragged wound on his chest that was seeping blood. With determination, she placed her hands over the injury, her fingers trembling slightly. "Stay with me," she pleaded, her voice laced with urgency. "You’re going to be okay." As she spoke, she concentrated, drawing upon her magic to form a radiant golden glow around him. The light glimmered brightly, enveloping his body as it began to mend the fatal wound, its warmth radiating and fighting against the darkness threatening to consume him. Rikka’s heart surged with hope as she poured all her strength into the healing, refusing to give up on him.

The dark-haired knight let out a faint cough, confirming he was alive, though still unconscious. Rikka felt a rush of relief as the horse beside her shifted, sensing the significance of the moment.The fairies stood in stunned silence, their expressions a mix of shock and curiosity.“Tsubaki, Shun'o, Baigon, and Hinagiku, I need your strength to carry him back to the house.” Rikka instructed urgently.“HUH?!” Tsubaki exclaimed, surprised by the request. The others exchanged glances, a smile forming as they eagerly prepared to help Rikka.

The highly anticipated day of the festival finally arrives, buzzing with excitement as Mugetsu and Rikka join the villagers in setting up the vibrant decorations and stalls. The air is filled with laughter and the scent of delicious food as they work diligently, wrapping colorful streamers around the trees and arranging handmade crafts for display. Once their tasks are complete, they manage to finish early, allowing themselves some well-deserved time to prepare for the evening’s festivities.

As dusk approaches, Mugetsu steps out of his room, a sense of pride evident in his demeanor. He dons a carefully chosen outfit that reflects his personality and style. His tailored black pants, which hug his frame perfectly, feature elegant dark silver trim that catches the fading light. On his feet, he wears sturdy black leather boots, polished to a shine, ready for the evening’s activities. His top is a dark grayish-blue collared shirt neatly tucked into his pants, exuding a sense of sophistication. Over it, he sports a tailored black vest that adds a touch of refinement to his ensemble. To complete the look, he has pinned a striking teal lily to his vest, its vibrant color standing out beautifully against the dark fabric, adding a subtle yet eye-catching detail to his attire.

"Rikka! Are you ready?" the Dark Knight called out to the dragon fairy. "Coming!" Rikka shouted from her room. She stepped out of the bedroom, drawing Mugetsu’s gaze as he marveled at her stunning appearance. Her golden locks cascaded in loose waves, with half of her hair pulled into a small ponytail, while a crown of teal and turquoise flowers adorned her head. She wore a beautiful white dress with off-the-shoulder, long puffy sleeves, and a flowing skirt. A turquoise floral corset hugged her waist, accentuating her figure. Completing her look was a pair of wooden sandals embellished with white flowers, perfectly matching her outfit. Her makeup featured a mesmerizing shimmer of blue sparkle dusted across her eyelids, capturing the light and enhancing the vibrant aura she exuded.

Mugetsu admired how it beautifully complemented her mood, accentuating the ethereal quality of her appearance. With her delicate wings unfurled and her striking tail gracefully trailing behind her, she resembled a goddess who had just descended from a dream, embodying an enchanting blend of grace and allure. The entire scene was like a captivating fantasy come to life. Rikka gazes at him in awe, captivated by his striking features and confident demeanor. His well-defined jawline and perfectly styled hair give him an air of elegance. With piercing eyes that seem to hold countless stories, he radiates a charm and nobility that reminds her of a dashing prince straight out of a beloved fairy tale.

"Rikka, you look absolutely gorgeous," Mugetsu remarked, a warm smile spreading across his face as he finally broke the lingering silence that hung in the air. Her heart fluttered at the compliment, and she couldn’t help but light up, striking a playful pose and spinning gracefully to showcase her stunning outfit for the Dark Knight. The fabric of her dress flowed elegantly around her, catching the light as she twirled.

“Really?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with a mix of hope and mischief. “Really,” Mugetsu confirmed, his smile broadening with sincerity, eliciting a soft, delighted chuckle from Rikka. It was a moment of lightness that filled the space between them, warming the atmosphere with camaraderie.

“You look like a prince yourself.” she teased, lifting an eyebrow playfully. Mugetsu shrugged slightly, his cheeks tinted with a light blush as he chuckled shyly in response. “Thank you.” he said, the genuine appreciation in his voice evident. The banter continued, weaving them closer together in that fleeting moment, both enjoying the simple joy of each other's company.

"Enough with the flirting; let’s get to the festival!" Tsubaki’s comment annoyed Mugetsu and embarrassed Rikka. Lily shouted at Tsubaki to be quiet, sparking an argument between them. Mugetsu sighed, exhausted from the chaos, while Rikka awkwardly laughed before urging her friends to settle down so they could finally head to the festival.

“Shall we?” Mugetsu asked, a charming smile playing on his lips as he extended his arm towards Rikka. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she accepted his offer, wrapping her midnight blue shawl around her shoulders to ward off the evening chill. They stepped outside their cozy home, the warm glow of lanterns illuminating the path ahead, while the tiny fairies flitted joyfully around them, their delicate wings shimmering in the dusk.

As they approached Shiro, their majestic white steed, Mugetsu carefully helped Rikka mount the saddle, his hands steady and reassuring. Once she was settled, he climbed aboard in front of her, ensuring she felt safe and secure. With a gentle nudge, he guided Shiro into motion, the horse’s hooves softly thudding against the ground as they set off towards the lively festival, the air buzzing with excitement and the sounds of celebration.

As they arrived at the festival, the sky was painted in hues of orange and pink, signaling the onset of sunset. The warm glow cast a magical light over the festivities, creating an enchanting atmosphere. Lively music filled the air, mingling with the sound of laughter that echoed around them. People danced joyfully, embracing the vibrant spirit of the evening.

The tantalizing aroma of various delicious foods wafted from nearby stalls, tempting their taste buds with promises of savory and sweet delights. Mugetsu and Rikka wandered hand in hand through the crowd, sharing smiles and murmurs of excitement as they took in the sights. They eagerly sampled different dishes, relishing every bite while taking in the warmth of the gathering.

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, they joined in with others on the dance floor, moving to the rhythm and finding joy in each other's company. The festival felt truly magical under the twilight sky, and they treasured every moment spent together, knowing they were creating unforgettable memories.

As the festival drew to a close, the atmosphere was filled with a sense of magic and wonder. Families gazed up in awe at the stunning new moon, its silver light illuminating the night, while countless stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across a velvet canvas. Parents tenderly gathered their sleepy children, cradling them in their arms as they made their way home, their laughter and soft whispers drifting away on the cool evening breeze.

Amidst this enchanting scene, Mugetsu and Rikka exchanged warm smiles, their hearts light with joy. They made their way to Shiro, their steps filled with anticipation. Nearby, a group of fairies fluttered about, their delicate wings shimmering in the starlight as they patiently awaited the arrival of the Dark Knight and the Dragon Fairy Maiden.

"Mugetsu-sama, I’d love to extend our evening with a walk in the woods for some fresh air," Rikka suggested, her eyes bright with excitement."Aren't you tired?" he asked, surprised. She smiled. "If you're not feeling up to it, I understand.""No, I'm happy to join you," he replied, returning her smile. Rikka turned to the fairies. "You’re welcome to head back if you’re worn out. I don’t want to exhaust you."Yes!" the fairies cheered, eager to find rest. Mugetsu gave Shiro a gentle pat before the fairies departed. Rikka and Mugetsu exchanged peaceful smiles and linked arms as they stepped into the moonlit woods, where the soft rustle of leaves and flickering fireflies created a magical atmosphere.

As they reminisced, their laughter filled the air as they recalled the joyous memories they created together at the festival. The evening was enchanting, with flickering lanterns casting a warm glow and lively performances surrounding them. They fondly remembered the delightful aromas of hot meals and baked goods wafting through the air, along with the captivating music played by wandering musicians. Each moment they shared deepened their connection, making the night even more magical. Both of them truly cherished their time together, savoring the camaraderie and excitement that the festival inspired, which was exactly what they had hoped for.

As they arrived at the serene lake, the night sky sparkled above, with stars twinkling like diamonds on the dark canvas. The water mirrored their brilliance, creating a mesmerizing glimmer that danced across the surface. Framing the lake were graceful cherry blossom trees, their branches adorned with soft pink petals. The gentle breeze caused some of the delicate blooms to drift down, floating softly on the water like tiny boats. The entire scene exuded a sense of tranquility and beauty, enveloping them in a perfect moment of peace and wonder.

"Ah, it’s so beautiful!" Rikka exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight as she gazed at the stunning landscape before her. Lush green hills rolled gently in the distance, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. The sky was a masterpiece of colors, blending shades of pink, orange, and purple. "Yeah," Mugetsu replied, a soft smile spreading across his face. He took a moment to soak in the tranquility of the scene. "Let’s sit here and enjoy the moment." Rikka's face lit up even more at his suggestion. They both found a cozy patch of grass, settling down side by side. As they sat there, the gentle breeze brushed past them, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers. They exchanged comfortable silence, letting the peaceful atmosphere envelop them as they admired the breathtaking view together.

Mugetsu watched with a soft smile as delicate petals drifted gently from above, landing on Rikka's head and settling atop her flower crown. The vibrant colors contrasted beautifully with Rikka's shimmering wings. She cupped her hands together, delighting in the sensation of the soft petals resting on her palms. With a playful grin, Rikka blew gently, sending the petals swirling through the air in a mesmerizing dance, each one glinting in the sunlight. The sight filled her with joy, and she giggled as the petals scattered far and wide, twinkling like little stars. In response to the enchanting display, the Dark Knight couldn't help but smile and chuckle at the sweet fairy's infectious happiness.

Rikka glanced at him, laughter bubbling up as she noticed his long black hair adorned with delicate pink blossom petals that had fluttered down from the nearby trees. “What?” the Dark Knight asked, confusion etched on his face. “You look really pretty, Mugetsu-sama.” she teased, her laughter lifting the mood around them. “What do you mean, ‘pre—’?” he began, but his voice trailed off when he realized the petals in his hair. Running his fingers through his silky locks, he felt the blossoms slip away, their faint scent lingering. “Should’ve known.” he muttered, a playful pout forming on his lips as he recognized how ridiculous he looked. Rikka laughed again, her joy creating a warm atmosphere that contrasted with his usual somber demeanor.

Rikka stopped laughing, her eyes sparkling with warmth, as Mugetsu brushed the delicate petals from his face. She took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking. "Hey, Mugetsu-sama. I just wanted to let you know how much I’ve enjoyed your company ever since we first met. Tonight’s events made that even more special for me." A radiant smile spread across her face as she looked up at the Dark Knight, her heart fluttering. Mugetsu, feeling a rush of warmth at her words, felt his cheeks tinge with a light blush. The feeling was new and exhilarating, making his heart pound in his chest. He met her gaze with a soft smile, the tension of the moment hanging delicately between them. "Now that you mention it," he replied, his voice gentle, "I’ve also been enjoying your company since that day you saved me. And I must say, tonight was truly unforgettable." As he spoke, Mugetsu reached out and gently took Rikka's hand in his own, their fingers intertwining, solidifying the bond that had formed between them amidst the events of the evening.

The two locked eyes, an unspoken connection growing between them. As the world around them faded away, they slowly leaned closer, their hearts racing with anticipation. In that charged moment, they both instinctively closed their eyes, surrendering to the inevitable. Their lips brushed together softly, igniting a spark that revealed the true feelings they'd long kept hidden. It was a gentle kiss, overflowing with the weight of unexpressed emotions, finally bringing their hearts and souls together in a moment of profound honesty.

They slowly pulled away from each other, hearts still racing from the intensity of the moment. As they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes, a warmth spread between them, filled with unspoken understanding. “I see you’ve come to realize your true feelings for me since our first meeting,” Rikka said, her voice soft yet confident, a smile breaking across her face. “I felt the same way about you all along.”Mugetsu’s eyes sparkled with affection as he nodded, a genuine smile forming on his lips. “Yeah,” he replied, his voice filled with warmth. Unable to resist the pull of their emotions, the two lovers leaned in closer. As their lips met once more, the kiss was a beautiful blend of love and passion, enveloping them in a gentle yet fervent embrace that deepened the connection they had just discovered.

Rikka cups his cheeks with her hands as she kisses him passionately yet gently. Mugetsu then lies her down on the grass while kissing her, the same as how she was kissing him. She wraps her arms around him while kissing his neck as she feels the grass tickling her back through her clothes. As the moment unfolds, she gracefully spreads her wings wide, taking care to protect her delicate wings from being crushed or harmed.

Mugetsu wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately. His lips gently brushed against her delicate, soft ones, which he now enjoyed. Rikka enjoyed the sensation of his lips against hers. This was their first kiss, a moment aflame with emotion and significance, reflecting the deep, genuine feelings they held for one another.

She then feels his kisses travel to her neck. "Mugetsu-sama..." She moaned with delight. "Rikka..." Mugetsu pulls away and looks at the beautiful Dragon Fairy Maiden in front of him. "Please, let me be yours forever." She confessed. Mugetsu smiled at his lover. "As you wish." he said softly. Rikka beamed and pulled him in for a deep, lingering kiss, their connection evident in that fleeting moment.

The couple then strip out of their clothes to feel each other. Rikka blushes as she gazes at his impressive muscular physique, her eyes drawn to the intricate black flame tattoo that winds around his left arm. The tattoo seems to flicker with a life of its own, contrasting sharply with the smooth, tanned skin beneath it, adding to his alluring presence. She has seen him like this when he cuts for firewood and trains with his sword. But seeing him like this made her want him more.

Mugestu admires her beautiful naked body. Her pale golden skin glowed like sunlight, perfectly matching her golden eyes and hair. Her breasts were exposed, her curvaceous hips exposed, along with her slender legs. Her ethereal wings unfurled gracefully against the lush green grass, while her hair cascaded around her like a shimmering waterfall. This captivating display made her appear as if she had stepped right out of a dream. She was beautiful to his eyes, looking like this.

"You are beautiful. Really beautiful like this." Mugetsu said in awe with a loving smile. Rikka smiled at her lover's comment. "I could say the same to you as well." She said with a loving smile. Mugetsu smiled lovingly at his lover before he leaned down to kiss her.

The couple lie there kissing each other passionately. The Dark Knight's hands explore everywhere on her body to her pleasure. Rikka's hands roam everywhere on his back, feeling his muscles and massaging his shoulder blades. Rikka moans as his lips come back to her neck again, along with his hand groping her breast.

Mugetsu's lips then lead to her chest as his other hand gropes her other breast, earning a moan from his lover. She felt his hot breast against her breasts. He cups her breast before giving the nipple a gentle lick to the fairy dragon maiden's pleasure as a gasp of pleasure escapes from her lips. His lips wrap around it before sucking it to her pleasure. Rikka lifts her hand up as she strokes his beautiful black locks. "Mugetsu-sama..." She moaned as her lover sucked her nipple. He then does the same to the other breast to her pleasure.

He looked up at her to see her face, which was flushed red with excitement and love. He kisses down her stomach, causing Rikka to arch her back as that happened. She feels the strands of his beautiful black hair against her skin. He almost reaches her crotch but pulls away, having his hand go there. Rikka looks at where his hand was traveling to. It wasn't long before his fingers gently rubbed her folds before the two were inserted inside, causing Rikka to gasp with pleasure.

Mugetsu stares at her with hungry, loving eyes as he massages her walls gently. "M-M-M-Mugetsu-s-s-s-sama..." Rikka moaned his name. Just then, Mugetsu pulls his fingers out and positions himself between her legs with his hard cock rubbing against her moist folds. He leans down and kisses her passionately. Rikka gasped and moaned against the kiss as she felt his tongue in her mouth and against her tongue. The Dark Knight pulls away as they gasp for air, and a slight string of drool connects to their lips. The Dragon Fairy Maiden stares into her lover's eyes with lust and excitement.

"I'm gonna go gently." Mugetsu lets his lover know. Rikka nodded in understatement but was excited about this. Mugetsu slowly slides his cock into her folds. "Ngh..." Rikka squealed quietly as that happened. Mugetsu grunts but stares at his lover, worried that he might go too rough on her. Rikka looks at him to let him know that she is alright and gives him a smile to his relief. She nods, letting him know that he can move.

Mugetsu begins to move slowly. The couple moaned and gasped with delight as that happened. Rikka wraps her arms around his neck to hold on to him. Mugetsu buried his face against the crook of her neck as he held her while moving his cock in and out of her walls to her pleasure. Rikka asked him to go quick, which he happily obliged yet gently so he wasn't going too rough on her.

The couple held on to each other as they made love to each other for the first time. They are so consumed by their feelings for one another that they pay little attention to anything else happening around them. Their thoughts and actions revolve entirely around each other, leaving little room for other interests or concerns.

Beneath the delicate canopy of cherry blossoms, shrouded in the dark embrace of a new moon, they found themselves surrounded by a serene atmosphere. The stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across a velvet sky, adding to the magic of the night. At that moment, with fragrant petals drifting gently in the breeze, they experienced a profound connection. It felt as if time stood still, allowing them to openly acknowledge feelings they had long kept hidden. This enchanting night, with its breathtaking scenery, would forever be etched in their memories as the moment they truly realized their love for one another.

The couple then moaned when their minds went blank as they came.

Mugetsu looks at his lover as he pants and slowly regains his normal breathing. Rikka looked at him as she was doing the same as him. Rikka smiles lovingly as she cups his cheeks.

"I love you..." She said in a soft voice.

Mugetsu smiles at her lovingly before saying,

"I love you too."

Rikka smiles before pulling him into a loving kiss on the lips.

They held each other closely, enjoying the warmth of their embrace as the stars twinkled above. Rikka looked up at the night sky, her heart filled with joy. "It's such a beautiful night." she whispered, a soft smile on her lips as she nestled deeper into the Dark Knight's strong arms. Mugetsu gazed down at her, his heart swelling with affection. "Yeah." he responded, his voice warm and genuine as he returned her smile. At that moment, everything felt perfect, as if only their love and the shimmering stars existed in that magical space.

"Mugetsu-sama, finding you that day changed everything for me." she said softly, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "After my mother passed, I felt so lonely. But your presence brought me safety and joy I hadn’t felt in a long time." She snuggled closer, her voice barely a whisper. "I admire your strength and kindness, and with each moment we share, I find myself falling deeper in love with you." A gentle smile graced her lips, expressing a love built on gratitude and trust, promising a beautiful forever together.

Mugetsu smiled softly at Rikka, pulling her closer. "You know, when you saved me that day, everything changed for me. I found myself captivated by your kindness and determination. As we got to know each other, your presence became a true comfort. I realized I was falling for you." he said, tightening his embrace, filled with warmth and sincerity.

Rikka felt a warm glow rush over her as she gazed at her lover, whose face held the same radiant smile. The moment felt blissful, filled with unspoken affection. Unable to resist, she pulled herself closer, her heart racing, and gently pulled him into a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with warmth and promise, sealing the quiet joy of their shared connection.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Two years after their initial confession, Rikka and Mugetsu found that their love had deepened significantly. The moment they revealed their feelings for each other that night marked a turning point in their relationship. Since then, each new moon has taken on special meaning for them, serving as a beautiful reminder of their connection. They cherish this occasion, celebrating it as their anniversary and reflecting on their time together.

Now happily married, Mugetsu and Rikka found joy in being closer to each other. The moment Mugetsu proposed was both intimate and deeply personal, crafted to evoke the romance that had blossomed between them. He chose the very spot where they first confessed their true feelings, a secluded glade by the lake that held so many precious memories. As dusk settled, a soft glow enveloped the area, with candles gently floating on the water's surface, casting shimmering reflections that danced under the starlit sky.

Rikka looked stunning in a flowing gown of sky blue, the fabric shimmering subtly in the moonlight. Her hair cascaded in graceful waves, framing her face and giving her the enchanting presence of a princess from a fairy tale. Mugetsu stood opposite her, dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit that accentuated his stature and charm. As they stood there, both were in awe of each other, captivated by how beautifully they complemented one another, lost in the magic of the moment.

The Dark Knight fell to one knee, his heart racing as he gazed up at the Dragon Fairy Maiden. In his hand, he held a magnificent gold band, the centerpiece of a dazzling aquamarine diamond that shimmered like the sky on a clear day. As he presented the ring, the world around them faded, leaving only the two of them in that enchanting moment.

Her golden-brown eyes widened in astonishment, reflecting the light of the gem and shimmering with tears of pure joy. It was a moment suspended in time, filled with the promise of a love eternally cherished. Without a moment's hesitation, she breathed a heartfelt "yes" and the words seemed to wrap around them like a warm embrace.

Happiness surged through her as she enveloped him in her arms, pulling him close, embodying all the love and dreams they shared. In that tender moment, surrounded by the magic of their love, they both knew they were destined to be together forever.

The wedding ceremony took place in the quaint village church, its stone walls adorned with delicate flowering vines that cascaded gracefully from the entrance and framed the windows. The fragrant blooms filled the air with a sweet scent, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. The pews were packed with villagers, each eager to witness the union of the beloved couple and to celebrate the love they shared.

Mugetsu stood at the altar, dressed impressively in a striking black suit that fit him perfectly, complemented by dark silver armor that gleamed on his shoulders. He chose Shiro, his loyal horse and companion, as his best man due to their deep bond. After years of adventures and steadfast support, it felt only right to honor that unique connection on his special day. People found it sweet that he and his horse got along so well. He embodied the essence of a storybook prince, and his regal presence drew admiration from everyone present. Many of the female villagers couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy toward Rikka, who radiated joy and elegance beside him.

Yet, beneath that envy was a collective sense of happiness for Rikka, as they knew she had found a man who treated her with unwavering respect and kindness. His gentlemanly demeanor made it clear that he cherished her deeply. The villagers felt gratified to witness such a heartwarming partnership, and the air was filled with laughter, well-wishes, and the promise of a beautiful future for the couple, marking the beginning of their journey together.

When Rikka entered the room, a hushed awe fell over the crowd as they admired her breathtaking beauty. Mugetsu's heart raced with excitement at the thought of marrying the love of his life. Shiro, noticing Mugetsu's elation, playfully nudged him and remarked on how incredibly lucky he was to be marrying someone as wonderful as Rikka. The Dragon Fairy Maiden wore a stunning off-shoulder white gown that flowed elegantly around her, adorned with vibrant teal flowers that added a striking pop of color. Intricate floral lace detailed the edges, glimmering softly with every movement she made. Atop her head rested a delicate flower crown that perfectly complemented her dress, its blooms harmonizing with the teal accents. Her golden hair fell in loose, romantic curls, cascading gracefully down her shoulders, while a soft veil concealed her face, enhancing her allure. Mugetsu couldn't take his eyes off her; the light teal eyeshadow accentuated her striking eyes, making them shimmer with joy and excitement. In her hands, she held a beautiful bouquet of whitish teal flowers, its elegant arrangement completing the enchanting look. Rikka radiated charm and grace, captivating everyone in the room as they celebrated the beautiful occasion.

The fairies flitted around her like sparkling stars, showering the aisle with vibrant petals as she made her way to the altar. Rikka and Mugetsu beamed with anticipation, their hearts racing with excitement for a moment they had both dreamed of since their paths first crossed.

As she reached the altar, sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the floor. Mugetsu gently clasped Rikka's hand, their fingers interlocking as the priest began to speak, his voice warm and steady. The air was filled with emotion as he shared vows rich with promises of love and devotion.

Finally, when the moment arrived for them to be declared husband and wife, a surge of exhilaration swept over the gathered villagers. With radiant smiles, the couple leaned in for a deep, heartfelt kiss, sealing their union. Cheers erupted from the crowd, a joyful symphony of celebration, as the villagers rejoiced in the beautiful journey that Rikka and Mugetsu were beginning together as husband and wife.

Rikka often finds solace in a cherished memory that lingers in her heart from nine months ago, a moment that brings her joy and comfort as she goes about her day. This evening, the sun hangs low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow across the kitchen as she prepares dinner. The tantalizing aroma of sautéed onions and garlic fills the air, mingling with the earthy scent of fresh herbs as she carefully chops vibrant vegetables, each slice echoing her excitement for the arrival of her husband.

The sound of the front door creaking open breaks her concentration, sending a flutter of anticipation through her. "I'm home!" Mugetsu's voice rings out, rich and warm, and Rikka’s face lights up with a radiant smile that feels like sunshine. "Welcome home!" she responds, her eyes sparkling as she turns to greet him. As he steps inside, she notices the way his long coat drapes over his shoulders, contrasting with the polished steel of his sword, which he places with practiced grace on the coat rack. The door shuts softly behind him, sealing out the chill of the evening air, and the moment feels intimate as if the world outside has faded away.

Mugetsu makes his way towards her, his long dark hair slightly tousled and a playful smile illuminating his face. In an instant, he draws her into a warm embrace, enveloping her in the comforting scent of the outdoors mixed with his own unique fragrance. He leans down, brushing his lips against hers in a tender kiss that sends a thrill through her. The kitchen, filled with the bubbling sounds of dinner and the soft glow of warm light, becomes a sanctuary of love, reminding them both of the life they have built together.

"Hope you weren't feeling lonely while I was away," he said warmly, enveloping her waist with his arms, pulling her close. She looked up at him with a playful glint in her eyes and replied, "Not at all! You were just off running a quick errand with Shiro. The fairies and I kept ourselves busy with some housework, and honestly, it gave me a chance to catch up on things around here. Besides, it’s my responsibility to keep this place in order." She paused for a moment, a mischievous smile spreading across her face, "But don’t worry about the fairies; they decided to take a little break and explore the town. They’ve earned it."

As she spoke, Mugetsu’s face lit up with happiness, his heart swelling at the sight of his wife’s vibrant spirit. Her laughter seemed to fill the room, making it light and joyful, a perfect contrast to the momentary absence he had felt.

Just then, soft cooing sounds filled the air from the living room. Rikka turned her head and spotted a beautifully crafted wooden crib nestled in the corner, the gentle sounds emanating from within. “Ah, he woke up.” Rikka said with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with affection. Mugetsu glanced over, a hint of guilt crossing his face. “That must be my fault since I called out.” he admitted, his voice laced with tenderness. He leaned in to give Rikka a quick kiss on the lips, filled with love and reassurance, before gently pulling away. With a fond look in his eyes, he made his way to the crib, eager to see their little one and offer comfort.

Mugetsu smiled softly as he gazed down at his son, Sirius, who was snugly wrapped in a cozy grey-blue blanket. The little boy had inherited many traits from his mother, with delicate facial features, tiny horns, and fairy-like wings, though his wings and horns were a shade darker than hers. Sirius’s hair was a striking black, just like his father's, but with a subtle hint of blue that mirrored the beautiful ombre of Rikka’s own hair.

As Sirius made another soft cooing sound, his bright eyes locked onto Mugetsu's, an adorable smile spreading across Mugetsu's face. "Ah, sorry, Sirius. I didn't mean to wake you." he murmured, his voice a gentle whisper filled with love. Leaning down, Mugetsu cradled his son tenderly in his arms, feeling the warmth of the tiny body against his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to Sirius’s forehead.

Rikka stood nearby, her heart melting with warmth as she watched the sweet interaction between her husband and their son. The sight of Mugetsu holding Sirius so protectively filled her with joy. In this small, serene moment, their family felt perfectly complete, wrapped in love and tenderness that would always bind them together.

Rikka gently made her way toward her family, her heart swelling with joy as she held Mugetsu's arm, her eyes sparkling with love as she gazed at their son nestled safely in the Dark Knight's embrace. It was hard to believe that just a month had passed since their wedding, and now their lives were blossoming with the thrilling news of a new addition to their family.

Throughout Rikka's pregnancy, Mugetsu was the picture of devoted care, always attentive to her needs and ensuring her comfort.The fairies were excited about the new family member and even offered their help. Each night, without fail, the Dark Knight would kneel beside her and tenderly kiss his Dragon Fairy Maiden's growing belly, a gesture filled with love and anticipation. Rikka couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm and affection, her heart warmed by the sight of her husband's excitement at the thought of becoming a father. In those precious moments, she, too, felt a deep sense of joy and wonder at the journey that lay ahead of them as they prepared to welcome their little one into the world. Their hearts danced in unison, filled with dreams and hopes for their future as a family.

He poured his heart and soul into crafting a beautiful crib for his future child, carefully selecting each piece of wood as he worked. Gender didn't matter to him; what truly excited him was the prospect of becoming a father. Rikka felt the same joy about her journey into motherhood. The women in the village were overjoyed for her and warmly offered their support, recwerelinweretheir own experiences withwatchatchey were more than willinwereowerend a helping hand, eager to watch over Mugetsu and Rikka's child while they managed t,heir daily tasks.

Rikka had been given maternity leave from the bakery. The employees at her bakery joyfully congratulated her and Mugetsu on their expected child with a small celebration. Rikka, with a playful smile, joked that her unborn child would become a valuable assistant to the village. Her lighthearted humor brought warmth to those around her, reflecting the deep sense of community that surrounded them.

As soon as Rikka felt the first signs of labor, Mugetsu rushed to her side, his heart filled with anticipation and concern. He held her hand tightly, offering his unwavering support as she navigated the intense moments of childbirth. Despite his worries, he found comfort in the presence of the dedicated nurses and doctors, who worked tirelessly to ensure that Rikka received the best care possible.

After what felt like an eternity, with a final, powerful push, their son entered the world. The couple looked on in astonishment, tears streaming down their faces as they witnessed the miracle of life unfold before them. The doctor gently cradled the tiny, squirming bundle, who let out a strong, healthy cry that filled the room and melted their hearts.

As Rikka held their newborn son for the first time, she was overcome with emotion, embracing the profound joy and love that accompanied motherhood. Her eyes sparkled with tears of happiness, reflecting the bond she felt with her child. Mugetsu, filled with pride and elation, leaned in to share a tender kiss with Rikka, a beautiful celebration of their new family member.

Carefully, Mugetsu took their son in his arms, marveling at the tiny features that were a perfect blend of both parents. Rikka watched with a full heart as Mugetsu embraced fatherhood, her love for him deepening in that moment.

Outside, the villagers eagerly gathered to congratulate the new parents, their voices filled with joy and laughter, celebrating the arrival of the fresh new life that brought warmth and happiness to their community. The atmosphere was vibrant with excitement, marking the beginning of a beautiful journey for Rikka and Mugetsu as they embarked on the adventure of parenthood together. It was a memorable day for the couple, on that day of their child's birth. Shiro and the fairies adored Sirius when they first met him.

To the present, Mugesu couldn’t help but smile at his wife. She gazed lovingly at their son, her eyes filled with admiration as she gently held her husband's arm. The warmth of their small family moment enveloped the room, making it feel like a haven of joy and connection. In that serene moment, the Dark Knight felt a deep sense of gratitude for the happiness they had built together.

Mugetsu had never thought about returning to Zangetsu. It felt like a distant memory without significance. However, everything changed when he met Rikka. Her warm smile, sweet laughter, and kind personality wrapped around him like a comforting embrace, making him feel like he truly belonged for the first time which made him fall in love wither.

As they grew closer, Rikka welcomed him into her life with open arms, filling a void he had long felt. Their bond deepened further with the arrival of their newborn son, a beautiful addition that made every moment even more precious. Rikka, the Dragon Fairy Maiden, his true love, and their son became treasures in his heart, weaving joy and warmth into his life. What was once empty was now brimming with love and an unbreakable bond, turning each day into a cherished gift for the Dark Knight.

FIN.💙

(A/N- I apologize it is rushed!! I didn't have time and was planning to get it done months early, but other things happened! 😓 But I am so happy how it came out as I planned this story out for a long time! Happy to write more of them in the future but right now, onward to Renruki!)

[mssorceressupreme]

Hi!

Could I please request something? Let me start off by saying, I Love your work, never stop! And please, prioritise your assignments...

But could I request a Minho X Maze C!reader?

The reader meets the gladers with her friends at the beginning of the Scorch Trials, and they are also friends with Aris, since they've been at the way station for a while, and they all plan on breaking out together.

Could I also request that the members of Maze C use slang similar to today? Like cook/ed, eat, slay, lock in, gyatt (unironically), smash, sus, dead ass, bet, and cap. The gladers are confused on their slang and the Maze C peeps are confused abt glader slang.

Idk this just seems so funny, and you write with so much passion and creativity, I just think you'd write this super well!

You can totally ignore this request, or change it up, I really look forward to when you post! Good luck with all your school, assignments and other commitments, please never stop writing, I speak on behalf of all your followers who genuinely love your work!

Stay safe, stay healthy and have a good day ❤️❤️❤️

SLAYYY that’s such a funny prompt I can imagine them being the most gen z gladers ever ngl, I’d love to write this for you love ❤️❤️❤️ Stay healthy and safe too, hope you’re keeping well xx 🫶🏼

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Humour Me

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Summary: you’re a glader from Maze C, who ends up meeting gladers from Maze A with possibly the weirdest slang you’ve heard in your life.

Warnings: none :)) it’s a cute fluffy ish one

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The first time you and your crew met the Gladers was at the beginning of the chaos. The Scorch Trials loomed ahead, but you’d been at the way station long enough to recognise the signs of an inevitable breakout. Aris, your close friend from Maze B, had roped you and your squad from Maze C into the plan to escape together with these newcomers.

You watched as the doors opened, revealing a group of confused and wary boys from Maze A. They filed into the room, looking around with cautious eyes, scanning every corner, every unfamiliar face. One of the boys stood out—a tall, athletic guy with short-cropped black hair and an air of confidence. You’d heard Aris mention him in passing, always with a sense of admiration. "That one’s the runner," Aris had said. "Fast as hell. You’ll like him."

Your crew was chilling at the far end of the room, sprawled across the couches of the only lounge area in the facility, making jokes despite the tense atmosphere. Your friend Gia stretched out, yawning dramatically. “Deadass, if they don’t feed us soon, I’m gonna raid the snack bar. I’m starving.”

“Bet,” another friend, Agnes, responded with a laugh. “I’ll cook up an escape plan once I'm actually fed.”

"Oh they are feeding us well alright..." Freya drooled at the sight of the new Maze A boys.

"Smash." Violet added, "...specifically, the brunette with the blue shirt. For research purposes, I might need to approach him."

"Stop! Guys, we need to lock in! I'm not getting distracted by some newcomers." You asserted.

The Gladers, hearing your conversation, looked at each other in confusion. One of the Gladers with a British accent, leaned over and whispered something to the asian one. You couldn’t hear, but from their expressions, you guessed they had no idea what you were talking about.

Violet stood, approaching them and the others with Aris, offering a friendly smile. "So, you guys ready to break out of this place with us or what?"

You widened your eyes, 'Violet, get back here!' you thought to yourself. Scoffing, you stood up, catching up to Aris and her.

"I'm Violet, that's Y/N, Aris, Agnes and Freya. What brings you guys to the lounge? Us?" Violet chuckled.

The brunette obviously found her charming and responded, "You're pretty straightforward aren't you? Well uh, I'm Thomas. Minho, Newt, Frypan, and Winston. We honestly just came here to relax for a bit..."

"Slay, so did we." You replied.

"Honestly, this place is kinda sus so we're thinking of escaping as soon as we can, we've gyatt to get out of here." Violet teased, noticing that the maze A boys were rather fit, a little too fit not to notice.

Minho, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. "You talk funny," he said with a hint of amusement. "We heard you guys earlier. What’s 'smash' supposed to mean? You guys trying to attack us or somethin'?"

You blinked, momentarily confused. "It means...uh, they're fond of you guys?"

He shook his head, clearly baffled. "You’ve got some weird lingo."

Aris chuckled beside you. "Yeah, and you guys don’t? ‘Shuckface’? What even is that?" Aris mentioned a few terms he heard the gladers using previously.

Minho’s lips twitched, holding back a laugh. "You wouldn’t get it, greenie."

You rolled your eyes but smiled, finding his teasing kind of charming. "Oh, bet. You think I wouldn’t get it, huh? And what’s ‘greenie’ supposed to mean?"

"It means newbie," Newt piped in from beside Minho. "Someone new to the Glade. First day, all that."

"Sounds odd," you joked, crossing your arms. "Anyway we've got to lock in and find a way out soon."

At that, Minho squinted at you, clearly trying to figure out your slang. "Lock in? You’re making even less sense now."

You laughed, genuinely entertained by the language barrier. "It just means we've got to focus, dude. Gonna use it. Anyway, we’re planning to break out of this place together, right?"

Aris nodded, leaning against the wall. "We’ve been here long enough to know it’s not safe here. They’re hiding something. We need to get out, head for the Scorch."

Minho looked you over for a second, clearly still processing your slang but understanding the urgency. He glanced at Thomas, Newt, and Frypan before locking eyes with you again. "Alright, let’s do it."

"Wait, so you'll form an alliance with us?" Freya beamed, "Slay."

Winston furrowed his brows, "Haven't had to "slay" anything since the glade. You guys need somethings sliced up?"

Agnes chortled, "Man you guys are funny as hell."

"Dude, you guys are the ones just spewing klunk at this point." Frypan laughed.

"Are you hearing yourself?" Agnes retorted.

"Alright shank, at least we'll be the ones breaking you out of this place." Fry continued.

"That's cap. Agnes has already cooked up an escape plan." You defended your gladers.

"Cooked? Where? You know...I was the head chef back in my glade." Fry grinned clearly proud of himself, "Let me know if you need assistance girl."

"Of course, I'll need someone to wash the dishes after I'm done cooking." Agnes was sarcastic, with playful tone.

"She kinda ate with that one." Freya was amused.

"Okay we're all cooked if we don't make a move now. Can we actually get to the planning?" You brought everyone back on track.

"Just don’t use any more of your weird phrases around me greenie." Minho warned, attempting to tease you.

You smirked. "No promises."