#Or shrugging apperently!! I have a lot of them shrugging

[dailyhtfboards]

Day 16

Today’s board is:

the Tuna is very much done. With everything.

(From TV episode 4B Wishy Washy)

[pretzel-box]

Hallo ●♡●

I got a funny request

So basically Sebastian meets a reader/player with a korblox/headless/troll avatar/ wings or horns/cosplayers (maybe one as Seb)

Ect... (You can describe you own avatar too)

Silly prompt cause what if Sebastian could see we (our avatar) clearly don't look human and why we haven't been captured/experimented on

Aka this whole request is just Seb being confused as fuck-

Tags: Comedy, random apperance for reader, gender neutral reader, headless

Words: 1,4k

Authors Note: As someone with real headless, I can confirm that headless doesn't work ingame.

Sebastian watched in horrified fascination as you emerged from the vent. Your movements were nonchalant, as if clambering through air ducts was as routine as taking a stroll. You dusted off your uniform, a completely unnecessary gesture since the dust was clearly imaginary, and adjusted the peculiar floating accessory hovering over what should have been your shoulders.

It took him a moment to process what he was seeing. His three eyes widened, pupils dilating as they locked onto you. Where your head should have been, there was… nothing. Just a void, an empty space that seemed to defy logic. He could see right through you, catching glimpses of the rusted pipes and wires lining the walls behind.

“What the hell—” Sebastian stuttered, his voice filled with shock and more than a hint of repulsion. His fingers twitched at his sides, and he had to resist the instinctive urge to reach for a weapon—though he knew that, logically, weapons wouldn’t do much good in a situation like this. He continued to stare, his confusion only growing with each passing second.

You turned toward him—or at least, your body did, since there was no face to show any expression. “What?” you asked, your voice eerily calm, completely unaffected by the lack of a mouth. “Is there something on my uniform?”

Sebastian blinked rapidly, as if trying to reset his brain to make sense of this absurd reality. “That's… strangely…” he stammered, searching for the right words. “...Disgusting.”

“Rude,” you shot back, hands going to your hips. His gaze dropped, and he couldn’t help but notice the bright yellow rubber duck bag hanging there, comically out of place in this bleak, industrial environment. As if that weren’t enough, a floating picture of Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson hovered just above your shoulders, rotating slowly as if it were on display. It was surreal. Completely, utterly surreal.

Sebastian’s mouth fell open. “You’ve got… a rubber duck bag… and a floating headshot of The Rock,” he managed, pointing weakly at the bizarre ensemble. “And no face. How are you even speaking? How do you see? And why in the world do you have a picture of Dwayne Johnson just… floating there?!”

You tilted your non-existent head, a gesture that would’ve looked quizzical if you had any features to display it. “I see just fine,” you replied with a casual shrug. “As for speaking, that’s just a matter of speaking. And The Rock?” You gestured vaguely toward the picture, which continued its slow, mesmerizing spin. “He’s my emotional support human.”

Sebastian let out a half-snort, half-laugh, though his expression remained one of disbelief. “Why am I freaked out?” he repeated, still staring at the empty space where your head should be. “You look like something out of a fever dream! How have you not been captured or experimented on down here?”

You let out a chuckle—an eerie sound given the circumstances. “Oh, I get that a lot. But I think I blend in just fine with the rest of the… what do you call them? Entities?” You glanced around the room, as if to emphasize your point. “Besides, no one wants to mess with someone who looks like they stepped out of a nightmare.”

Sebastian couldn’t help but grin, despite himself. “Yeah, you’ve got that part nailed,” he muttered, still shaking his head in disbelief. “You probably scare off half the things down here just by existing.”

You did a mock bow, your non-existent head dipping forward with exaggerated grace. “Thank you, thank you. I aim to unsettle.”

Sebastian chuckled, the sound coming out lighter this time, more genuine. “You’re definitely good at that,” he admitted, relaxing slightly. “But seriously, next time, give a guy a heads-up before you pop out of a vent looking like… well, whatever this is.”

“I’ll consider it,” you replied with a teasing tone, the rubber duck on your bag giving a little bounce as you shifted your weight. “But where’s the fun in that?”

The tension in the room seemed to dissolve, replaced by an odd sense of camaraderie. Sebastian shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips as he tried to make sense of the strange being standing before him.

“Only in this place,” he muttered, “could I end up with a faceless, rubber duck-toting, Rock-fanatic as a companion.”

And somehow, despite the absurdity of it all, that was exactly what made it feel… right.

Sebastian was still trying to wrap his head around the sight of you when the sound of frantic scrambling echoed from the vent behind him. He turned just in time to see another figure tumble through the duct opening—a short, pudgy man with wild hair and a permanent look of bewilderment on his face. Berry. One of Sebastian’s more frequent, and certainly clumsier, customers.

Berry landed awkwardly on his feet, nearly toppling over before catching himself against a nearby shelf. His eyes were wide, darting around nervously as if he’d been followed. “Sebastian! AHHHHH—” he began, his voice high-pitched and breathless, but then his gaze shifted to you.

The moment he saw your faceless form with the floating Rock photo and rubber duck bag, Berry’s jaw dropped, his face going pale. He froze, staring at you with a mixture of terror and confusion. “AHHHHHHhhh?!” he squeaked, pointing a shaky finger in your direction.

You raised a hand in a casual wave, the kind that might say “hello” if you had a face to go with it. “Hi,” you said cheerfully, as if your appearance wasn’t the least bit disturbing. “Nice to meet you!”

Berry’s eyes bulged even wider. “Ahhhhhhhh?!” he stammered, taking a stumbling step backward. In his panic, his foot caught on a loose piece of metal on the floor. He tried to catch his balance, but instead, he lurched into a nearby shelf.

The impact was enough to send the precariously stacked items on the shelf cascading down. Jars of strange glowing liquids, bits of rusted machinery, and a few well-loved trinkets that Sebastian had collected over the years came crashing to the ground with a series of loud clatters and splashes.

“Berry, watch it!” Sebastian shouted, rushing forward to try to steady the shelf, but it was too late. One of the jars rolled off the edge and shattered on the floor, sending a bright green substance oozing across the metal surface.

Berry’s eyes darted between you and the mess he’d just created, his panic only increasing. “Ahhhhaheee!” he babbled, his voice shrill with fear. “AHhhhhheeee!”

Before Sebastian could say another word, Berry spun around and bolted for the vent he’d come through. He scrambled up, his limbs flailing as he tried to pull himself back inside. “AHHHH!” he yelled over his shoulder, his voice echoing from within the duct. “AHHHHHHH.”

And with that, he disappeared back into the darkness of the vent, his panicked scrambling fading into the distance.

Sebastian sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as he looked at the chaos left behind. “Great. Another mess,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Berry’s going to scare himself to death one of these days.”

You watched the whole scene unfold with a sort of bemused curiosity. “Is he always like that?” you asked, turning your headless gaze back toward Sebastian.

Sebastian chuckled softly, bending down to pick up one of the trinkets that had survived the fall. “Pretty much,” he said, setting the item back onto the now-empty shelf. “He’s harmless, though. Just a bit… high-strung.”

You nodded—or at least made a nodding motion. “Can’t blame him, I suppose. I do have that effect on people.”

Sebastian glanced over at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, well, you’re definitely unique,” he said. “But hey, you scared him off without even trying. Maybe you should hang around more often. Could help keep the riffraff out.”

You gave a mock bow again, this time with an exaggerated flourish. “Always happy to help,” you replied with a hint of playful sarcasm. “Though next time, I’ll try not to make someone pee their pants.”

Sebastian laughed, a genuine sound that echoed warmly through the cluttered shop. “Yeah, let’s keep the cleanup to a minimum,” he agreed, still smiling. “But, hey, thanks. For… whatever this is. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good laugh.”

“Anytime,” you said, your tone light and cheerful. “And if you ever need an unsettling presence to keep things lively, you know where to find me.”

Sebastian nodded, his grin widening. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied. And for a moment, in this bizarre, twisted world they both inhabited, everything felt oddly… normal.

Well, as normal as things could get when you had a faceless companion with a rubber duck bag and a floating photo of The Rock hovering by your side.

[tabibitto]

some more sebastian michealis content pretty please? ur writing was wonderful to read in "always yours", i love the way you described the bond he has with the reader

Twisted Love | Sebastian Michaelis

A/N: Thank you darling, Sebastian is actually my favorite person to write. His personality gives lots of room for creativity, so i hope you like this as well <3

CW: mentions of religion, female reader, fluff, hurt with comfort, angst, dissociation, panic attack (with comfort)

The afterlife is a topic that is constantly in question. The Buddhists will tell you reincarnation, the Christians will tell you heaven and hell. The Atheists will say there is nothing, or shrug and say 'i don't know'

Whatever the case may be. The only thing that was certain to you, was you already knew what was after death.

You had given it name, after all....

Sebastian Michaelis.

He was your life, death and the afterlife. You had bound your soul to whatever he had in that dark, sinister and ridiculously tall body of his.

If it even was a him. Demons were not restricted by something as trivial as genders and sex. He could take on the form of your mother for all he cared and watch as your face contorted into one of horror and concern. He could be your ideal lover on paper come to life. He could be a fictional man you fantasize over. It wouldn't matter to him as long as he got to fuck you and devour you after a certain amount of time, and your contract was finished

"Penny for your thoughts, my lady?" Said a deep and familiar voice that snapped you out of your existential crisis. Which was a much more reoccurring thing since the notion of God, demons, angels and Grim Reapers was apperently a real thing now. One you would encounter and ponder about almost everyday of your life

It amused Sebastian, how a tiny human racked her brain over a thing that was so normal to him, it was as natural and trivial as how humans viewed their reality. However it only concerned him on days where it made you dissociate or even have a panic attack when you began to think it over on top of your mental issues

"Darling?" He uttered the name so sweetly, so deadly. From the depth of his throat into a poisonous whisper in your ear. You shuddered, shivered at the hot water, you realized has been tepid for a while, and the sponge in Sebastian's hand had gone from firm and gentle scrubs to lazy little rubs.

"Yeah?" You whispered, your voice surprising you from how it cracked and sounded so...distant. Even to it's host.

"Y/N." The voice was more stern now. Deeper. You realized you hadn't responded to something he had said. Everything felt...timeless. Empty. So quiet your ears rang and you could see yourself across the room...

How your body swayed from one side to the other. Your nipples hardened by the now cold water. With a looming Shadow behind you... embracing you...trapping you....ripping into you—

"Mistress" Sebastian urged. Holding your face. His gloves and vest off. Leaving him in his white,button up shirt and black slacks. The seal of your binding bright and black on his sickly pale skin.

He leaned in, parting the knees that were hugging your chest so he could kneel between them. Uncaring of how water splashed around them and soiled his clothes. And how the temperature of the water began to warm with his presence

He gently cradled your head. Letting his scent, thick with a cologne you had picked bring you back, ground you. Your eyes were teary, blurry, black

Black beauty he had fallen in love with, strangely enough. Even stranger so, he didn't even know if it was love. He was a demon. Over 500 years old. He was around to bring the black death to all of Europe. He hadn't known, and still didn't if he had ever been human.

If Sebastian Michaelis, the butler of the Victorian era was ever human. He had never pondered it. Never cared. Why would he? He was a creature that could not die to anything of the world he helped shift, make and destroy, depending on what master he served

Sebastian never pondered the before, not..before you

Before you he would rip into any cheap soul he came into contact with to satiate his hunger. Before you, he had begun to starve himself, looking, searching for a specimen good enough for his tastes.

He still recalls how you cried out for him. For anyone to save you from your prison. How weak, delicate and fragile you were. So bony and teary eyed when his shadow appeared, ripped into every human who hadn't been you. Who hurt you

Perhaps even then he had already developed an obsession for you. A twisted devotion for you before he was even yours. Before you even called out for him, had you already been meant to belong to him amd solely his.

Just how you pondered the meaning and existence and purpose of humanity, he pondered you.

On nights like this when he held you in his arms, in the middle of a cold bathtub, dimly lit by a candle or two when you had your episodes. How you so desperately clung onto him. In your mind he didn't actually care. He had made it very clear the first couple times you tried to even utter any feelings for him, that he, a demon, was incapable and uninterested in feelings. Especially for someone of a life form so lowly as yours.

It was a necessary cruelty. Because even now he didn't know if he was feeling love for you, or a twisted, sickening obsession with you. All of you. There were days he wanted to kiss you sweetly, just as he was doing now. And days he wanted to rip into your chest, crawl into your skin and devour your soul.

He wouldn't call that love. Who would?

But if he had to call it love so he could feel your gaze soften, how your soul's taste would sweeten so much he could feel a burn in his throat without even tasting it. To see your teary eyes close and your soft face gently nuzzle into his chest in affection you tried so pathetically hard to convince yourself he could feel.

It was hard, really. To abide by the contract. When you would be so gentle with him of all people. Something would crawl into his chest where a heart would be and it would itch him to rip into himself and tear it out.

Whether he had been human once or not mattered not anymore. He told himself. But on days like this where he had wiped your tears, dressed you gently and tucked you beside him in your chambers, under your order for cuddles. He pondered if he was human, what could he have given you

Would he have been strong like he was now? Could he have the strength to protect you? Could he have bedded you as you liked? Gave you a child even, if it was what you wished? What would a child look like, one that carried his blood in their veins and your sweet face

Would he be able to care for you how he did now? How he pampered you and didn't let you lift a finger?

Would he have been a provider? Not let you work so you could stay at home, pretty and perfect for him to make love to when he came home tired,sweaty and longing to be in your arms

Sebastian pondered these feelings. Exhaustion, joy, pleasure, anger. Things that did not control him, that did not exist in him. In all his years of existence he never spared them a thought

But when he held you he felt them all.

A peculiar curiosity as to the what ifs of a human being. How they had so little time and spent most of it wasting away at a school or a job. How many never felt or experienced true love. How many never had someone to hold or be held. Never felt the joy of a son or a daughter or a loving parent

Did you feel these things? Before your parents died in that fire? Before you lost everything you had ever had and was taken as property for sick and twisted old men to do with you as they wanted? Did you ever want to be a mother? Live to die old?

.... Sebastian glared at your sweet little face. Puffy and pink from tears. Your lips swollen from his kisses. How your hands clung to his bare chest. Legs wrapped around his thigh. Your cold nose burrowed into his neck that sent shivers down his spine.

He didn't notice when he eyes began to water and harden. Glowing red under the moonlight through your window. When the warmth between you two became burning hot and his fangs dug into his lips

He listened as you occasionally whimpered when your dreams tried to darken into nightmares and he would hold you tighter, feel you soften under his arms.

Sebastian felt something warm and wet on his face. It wasn't your tears...no...no you had stopped crying hours ago and the sun was up...

It was up?

Sebastian shot up in bed. Breathing hard.

He couldn't breathe.

He glared at his palm. Wide eyed

It was dripping wet.

"Im... crying?"

[ssentimentals]

a pleasant surprise {lee chan}

pairing: dino x fem!reader

prompt: 'is that my shirt?' + 'i love it when you moan my name' (this work is part of my 1k event, go check out other works of mine here)

warnings: nsfw (minors, this work is a no-no for you), blowjob, whipped channie, unprotected sex (which is also a no-no but this time for everyone), a tiiiiny bit of dirty talking

chan doesn't find stereotypical 'sexy' things enticing at all. low cleveage, clothes that hug one's body like a second skin, high heels, red lips - all those attributes don't provoke anything in him; he doesn't have anything against them, they just don't affect him in any way. there are other things that excite him and have blood rushing south - you and anything about you, for example. he used to have some views on what is pretty and sexy before but after your appereance in his life, all those criterias changed drasticallly and took a shape of you in a way that is a bit embarrassing to admit. hair color that he finds pretty? exactly like yours. style he prefers on girls? the way you dress. what he looks for in a girl? everything that you have and nothing else. 'don't wait up for me, i'll stay the night,' he says loudly to his roommate.

jeonghan snorts unattractively. 'when you haven't? stop pushing your lovey-dovey relationship right into my face and get out of here.'

chan grins. he knows there's no bite in those words and turns around, sending his roommate a wink. 'don't choke on your jealousy while i'm gone.'

'brat!' jeonghan throws a pillow at him and dino easily ducks, making hannie smile. he may tease him a lot, but in reality he's very happy for his friend. 'get your stupid face out of here!'

'already gone!'

chan never understood this game some people play of acting cold. holding yourself back, not replying as soon as you saw the message, getting late to the dates... all of it doesn't make sense to him. chan's enthusiasm towards you is not subtle at all and he never tried to hold himself back. why would he? he's always happy to see you, always rushes to see you, always eager to reply and meet up. that's why he's practically running to your place, breath coming in short puffs as he speeds up at his maximum. casual and chill nights with you are his favorite and memory of your warm body plastered to his makes him smile widely. he sprints to your room and bangs loudly, taking few seconds to catch his breath.

'coming!' you open up, staring at him with a wide grin. 'that was fast, did you run here?'

'i'm always running to you,' he replies cheekily, loving how even after so many months his words still bring blush on your cheeks. 'and-'

chan freezes. he didn't notice at first, but now when you step back and walk towards your bed, he can see very well what you're wearing and his brain shuts off for a second. yes, chan doesn't find a lot of stereotypically sexy things enticing at all, but this? you wearing this? that's the top on his sexy things list. he closes the door automatically and doesn't move away from his place, following your moving figure with his eyes hungrily.

'i think we can continue watching that anime or if not, i downloaded several movies-' you turn, frowning at his unmoved state. 'channie? why are you still standing there?'

'is that my shirt?' he rasps out, suddenly having trouble swallowing.

you quickly look yourself up and down, shrugging. 'oh yeah, i found it in the closet. it's a bit big on me, but that's fine.'

in chan's humble opinion simple 'that's fine' doesn't cover it. his t-shirt which is voersied even on him reaches right up to the middle of your thighs and it does things to him that he's ashamed to admit. familiar heat coils in the pit of his stomach and he swallows dryly, pulling his phone out of his pocket and dropping it on the table nearby. you wearing his clothes is a plesant surprise, the one that makes his heart beat a little bit faster and his hands itch with desire to touch.

'channie?' you call, confused. 'is everything-'

'please tell me you're not wearing anything underneath,' he interrupts. 'please.'

'i-' you gasp when he suddenly crosses the distance between you two in a blink of an eye. 'um, there is-'

he doesn't let you finish. chan is not known for being a patient person in general and how can he stay patient right now, when you're looking the way you do right in front of him? his hands are on you in instant, reverently feeling up your legs, groaning like he's in pain when he realizes that you're not wearing any shorts. your silky skin makes him salivate in a really unattractive and maybe even concerning way and he licks his lips, staring down at you with lust blown eyes. 'this is such a nice surprise,' he mutters, pushing you towards the bed. 'the best outfit. you should always greet me looking like that.'

you laugh at this and he softens instantly, looking up at you. your laugh is one of his favorite sounds, it makes his heart skip a beat every single time when he hears. that probably isn't very healthy, but chan doesn't care when it comes to you; you make his heart perform acrobatics in his chest and he doesn't even blink, will gladly rip it open for you to see so you'd know what you do to him.

'what's gotten into you, my god,' you laugh as he throws you onto the bed. 'chan!'

he grins when at your loud squeak as he pounces on you, settling his body on top of yours. you struggle, obviously finding it hard to breathe, but chan just lays motionless, grinning at your futile attempts of escaping. 'you've gotten into me,' he replies hotly, finding your mouth with his. 'all's your fault.'

kissing you is like coming up for air when you've been underwater for way too long. it feels like taking that very first breath of air, filling your lungs with it and realizing that you're saved. chan kisses you with all he has every time, never holds back, fueled by idea that if this might be the last kiss then you'll know how much he loved you. he gives it all for you, to you and you respond to it in such a majestic way that it knocks all the breath out of him. your body is his favorite instrument and he knows what to touch and how to do it to make your head cloud with pleasure. he uses it to his advantage, loves watching you turn into a writhing mess under him.

'feels good,' you breathe out when he finally tugs away his t-shirt from you, grasping your breasts.

'yeah?' chan grins, leaning in to lick a fat stripe on your collarbones. 'wanna make you feel even better.'

chan is a pleaser. he likes making you feel good, better than good. he likes hearing your moans, likes knowing that he's the reason of them. likes playing with your breasts and biting lightly on your nipples to make you groan loudly. likes when you first your hands into his hair and tug, when he gets a bit too harsh with his bite marks. likes when you pointedly try to push his head downwards, always shy to speak up and tell exactly what you want. when your chest is covered in tiny marks almost everywhere, only then chan relents, leaning back to admire his work. exquisite. he is so, so in love.

'channie,' you whine, pushing your legs together in a subtle way of asking for attention there.

'hm? you want something?' he asks, fully leaning back and taking a hold of your knees. 'something in particular?' he pushes your knees to the sides, easily fitting himself between your legs. 'what is it?'

you huff in annoyance and try to glare at him, but your hair is a mess and your lips are shiny and swollen from kisses and you look fucked out so your glare is very ineffective in that state. chan chuckles and gets out of the bed to stand right next to it and pointedly reaches for his belt, quickly opening it. 'i think it's your time to work a little, baby.'

chan is a pleaser but he's not selfless. he will die a happy man if he dies with your lips wrapped around his cock. still glaring at him, you quickly switch positions, crawling on bed till you get on the edge, your face right next to the place he wants to have it the most. 'don't glare, baby,' chan admonishes gently, pushing zipper of his jeans down. 'i know you want it. don't you want it?'

your butt cutely wriggles and you lick your lips, making him chuckle. he is so, so weak for you. but good thing is that you are so, so weak for him too. 'say that you want it,' chan mutters, stepping closer and getting rid of his jeans. 'cmon baby, don't lie to yourself.'

your hands push his underwear down and chan hisses when you immediately wrap your hand around his shaft. 'i want it,' you breathe out, looking up at him in a way that makes his dick even harder.

'go ahead then.'

it's a really hard mission not to come from the first three strokes. just like he knows what you like, you also know how to make him buckle his hips helplessly. your nails digging into his skin, your hot mouth wrapped around him - chan grunts with an effort of not fucking up into your mouth. you look sinful like this, so sexy that it makes his head spin; he grabs your hair in order to stay focused. your head bobs enthusiastically, you create your own rhythm and chan groans, knowing how you like when he's vocal about his pleasure. 'just like that,' his fingers automatically pull your hair into a ponytail, tugging. 'doing so good, i'll fuck you so good afterwards, baby.'

your answering moans revebrates around your throat and he shivers from additional stimilus, bucking his hips. this action makes you choke and you pull back, his hands immediately on your face, caressig your cheeks in apologizing manner. 'sorry, sorry,' chan says, quickly checking if you're okay. 'all good?'

you nod, wiping away spit from your chin. your hand reaches out to stroke him and chan groans, when you look up and lick your lips. 'all good,' you say, smirking. 'if i knew wearing your clothes would get you like this, i-'

'you'd be the death of me,' chan finishes and tugs your hair harshly. 'lay back on the bed.'

chan is a weak man. if he were stronger then at the sight of you naked he would have taken his time to worship your body, but... chan is a weak man and he has no patience. his fingers find your heat in seconds and he tries to slow down, he really does, but one finger becomes two way too quickly even if you're not complaining.

'chan, oh my god,' your back arches as he thrusts up two fingers in a pace that is too quick.

'i love it when you moan my name,' chan whispers into your skin, lavishing your breasts with his attention. 'can you take more?'

chan prays you agree because he feels like he might burst any second now; when you nod, his sigh of relief is almost palpable as he adds third finger, reveling in your wetness and your loud whimpers. he likes how vocal you are, how you don't shy away from pleasure, how you seek for it in the most erotic ways when your head is on the cloud nine. your body moves along with his fingers, wants them deeper and he curses at the lewd image it makes, moving a little downwards.

'i'll fuck you so good,' he promises - babbles, really. 'you've been so good to me, i-'

his words die out as he bottoms out, flesh to flesh. it's always heaven to be locked with you in this way, to feel your warmth all around him. he always has to take few seconds to calm down, to find his footing, to relish in this feeling before he moves. your hips start moving, calling out for him and he is not that strong to resist your call. sometimes chan is in the mood to draw it out, to be slow and tease you until you're crying, but today is not that day. his patience snapped long time ago and he instantly sets a punishing pace that makes you choke on your moans. grabbing at the pillow desperately, it takes you few moments to start moving along with him, bringing you both to pleasure much faster. his grip on your hips is bruising and when chan moves his fingers to grab the back of your thighs and change the angle, you squeak, almost biting your tongue in the process.

'good?' chan asks, concentrating all his strength in holding your legs up higher. 'like this is good?'

'yes, yes, so good, chan,' you drool a little, succumbing to the pleasure fully. 'so fucking good.'

chan only groans at that, snapping his hips harder. he can hold off for you, but it's hard when you're so wet and warm, when your body is so honest in letting him know how exactly he makes you feel. chan prides himself in this, how he can make you crazy with it, how he gets to be the one who sees you like this. it's a privelege more than anything and he will never take it for granted.

'close,' you manage to croak out, gasping for breath.

chan nods in acknowledgement and doubles his effort, losing his rhythm in favor of bringing you to the peak closer. sweat runs down his face and he huffs, falling on his hands. your legs wrap tight aroudn him instantly as his mouth latches on yours, swallowing all your sounds eagerly. 'so pretty for me,' chan whispers into your mouth, looking at you with hearts in his eyes. 'always so good, cmon, you can come baby, i know you want to, don't hold it.'

there's something about his whispers that makes you cry, shaking with pleasure. he sucks hickeys on your neck while you get off from your high. little shocks run through your body and you turn your head, bumping noses with him. 'channie,' you call, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

you sound so satisfied that chan grins. 'can i?' he asks and at your nod, he uses your body to chase his own high. it doesn't take him long to pull out and spill all over your stomach, groaning. 'fucking hell.'

your chuckle makes him smile and he flops next to you, kissing you senseless. he knows you're about to get whiny and bratty at the sticky semen on your stomach, so he quickly stands up, searching for anything to wipe it off with. 'let's just go to the shower,' you call, reaching out of him. 'i demand to be carried.'

chan can't even pretend that he doesn't like it. he can't even for a second keep the barrier of a stoic and cool guy when he's with you. not when he turns into a poodle, not when he's ready to give you everything you ask for. he easily lifts you up, smiles warmyl at your giggles and carries you to the shower, kissing your forehead. 'i'm so leaving my hoodie here,' he says, carefully putting you down. 'greet me in it next time?'

a/n: it's funny how i try to make chan gentle and make it more like love making and not fucking and then my fingers live their own life and he ends up the way he did here :D - nini

tagging @prpldahy

[kragggon]

" Okay! So! I was lucky enough yesterday to actually get myself into the Phonan Zoo and finally do a proper entry on these guys!

Behold!! The Wendigo! These guys are so cool but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Okay okay so, the Wendigo are a species of Amorphous Arcfauna that live in the far FAAR north of Phona, way up in the mountains and the slim as hell trees that are there.

They are these Semi-transparent oozes that take the vague shape of a humanoid looking figure, and they are massive -- They can easily get well over 20' ft if they stretch themselves to the maximum. But they're usually just about 12'5'' ft.

Now don't get too concerned, they are actually super peaceful guys, hell I even managed to feed one back at the Zoo (His name is Wen and he's absolutely adorable) And that is honestly because well -- They just don't eat people at all. Well Living ones anyway. They are the ultimate scavengers really, they are just these massive blobs that crawl across the tundra munching on any bone and mushrooms and whatever else that nature left for them.

Hell they are actually way more afraid of us than we are of them, half the time when you encounter one of these guys in the wild they are way more likely to just goop their way outta there.

BUT, don't corner them.

No seriously don't, you'll probably die. Wendigos don't really like to keep sharp things inside their bodies, so they instead keep that kind of stuff outside of their bodies, which means a lot of sharp teeth and claws at the end of their stalks to swing at people.

But to be fair, you'd have to be pretty empty in the head to not notice them, chances are you'll probably smell them before you see them, and even if you don't, trust me -- They'll notice you way quicker than you will to them. They have a sharp sense of smell, so unless you're going against the wind, you'll probably hard pressed to meet them.

I actually had the pleasure to ask a Telmeshian Human about these guys, since apperently they are way more common in the northlands than the south here. But from what I understand, the Telmeshians believe that the Wendigo were cursed men that ate the flesh of their comrades. As punishment -- Zhouthrax, God of Mortals decided to curse them with having no legs, no arms, and to forever wear the skull of those who they ate.

Its a pretty rad story. It's also a bit fascinating to hear Telmeshian folklore of such gentle creatures -- Because despite their supposed gruesome origins, they actually treat them very well up there. Giving them food, taking care of their young and even keeping a couple of them as pets. ( Which is apperently really not recommended if you ask any biologist, but I won't lie after taking care a bit of Wen I kinda want to see if I can get one. )

I asked on why they treated them so well despite the story wording them like monsters. And he kinda just shrugged at me and went:

" Well, those people were forced to make a choice that would keep them alive. Fate wasn't kind to them, and the Woodsie Lord was uncompromising in his judgment. The least we can do is at least give them a little bit more comfort for a crime none of them wanted to commit. "

It's kinda heart-warming really. But I dunno if I would eat the flesh of anyone even if I was stuck in a frozen tundra. Then again, I can't judge too much, Telmeshian culture is way different than what we got here in Phona.

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"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Type: Fanfiction

Fandom: Mortal Kombat

Characters: Raiden, Fujin, Kung Lao, Kakkō

The atmosphere in Madam Bo’s restaurant was lively as always, Raiden and Kung Lao enjoying themselves. Even Fujin was here, which was always great.

 “How have you been? I haven’t seen you back in Fengjian for a long time.”, Fujin said, refering to Kung Lao and her brother.

 Raiden scratched the back of his head, trying to not divulge anything about their secret journey. Fujin was going to be tested soon, after all.

 “Me and Kung Lao have been busy. This mission has been helping a lot of people.”

 Kung Lao nodded as he continued to eat his dumplings, “Seeing and exploring places outside the village have been great. We should take you with us sometime.”

 Raiden tried to gesture to him to shut down the idea, but Fujin replied excitedly and positively. Raiden sighed. He really hoped that nothing too crucial would be found out before Fujin was meant to be tested, otherwise the test would not be true.

 “By the way.”, Fujin asked, “Who are they?”

 She pointed at Kakkō, who was looking at the food like a baby learning to speak for the first time. Raiden also noticed they weren’t wearing their Shirai Ryu uniform.

 “Um, I don’t know....?”

 “Hi.”, Kakkō waved.

 “Did you follow us all the way here?”

 “Hey, Kung Lao said Madam Bo’s food was the best I’ll ever eat.”

 Raiden looked at Kung Lao with a scolding look, to which Kung Lao lifted his arms up.

 “I didn’t tell them to follow us!”, he tried to defend.

 This resulted in a back and forth with Raiden. Fujin used the distraction to scoot closer to Kakkō.

 “Soo, what’s your name?”

 “Oh. I’m Kakkō, nice to meet you.”, they said as they extended a hand for a handshake, which Fujin returned.

 “Nice to meet you! I’m Fujin.”

 “Raiden’s sister, I know. He talks about you a lot.”

 “Aw, he does miss me!”

 “Guys, I’m right here.”

 Kakkō scanned the table for more food, and settled on some odd-looking noodles. They reached out a hand to grab the bowl and try the food but Raiden stopped them just as they were about to put the noodles in their mouth.

 “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”, he said, to which Kakkō raised an eyebrow.

 “Why?”, they asked.

 “Ooh, those are Madam Bo’s spicier noodles.”, Fujin said, “I have no idea how Kung Lao can handle them.”

 The man in question shrugged smugly, “Cause I’m that awesome.”

 Raiden rolled his eyes at the remark, but Kakkō only shrugged.

 “Oh come on, it’s just hot food. What’s the worse that can happen?”, they said, shoving a mouthfull of the dark noodles in their mouth. They slurped them, staining their mouth with sauce in the process, chewed and swallowed.

 They held the bowl for some time, but then started to visibly shake and their mouth started to quiver. Fujin looked at them in worry.

 “Are....you okay?”

 Kakkō nodded quickly and with a closed mouth, but sweat started to creep in.

 “Should I get you milk? You don’t look okay.”

 “Huuu shh fhhshhh......”

 Fujin could have sworn Kakkō started to get shorter, which was slightly confirmed when she got up to go and get the milk. Then, right before her eyes, the person in front of her started to turn into putty, which was really disturbing.

 “Get the milk! Get the milk!”, Raiden shouted as he got up to run into the kitchen.

 “Dammit Kakkō!” 

 “W-What is going on?!”, Fujin asked in confusion and panic.

 “We’ll explain later!”, Raiden said as the two fethched the milk from the kitchen in a rush, passing by a confused Madam Bo.

 The shapeshifter calmed down once they had gotten the milk, their shape becoming more human again as they slumped onto the table. They groaned in despair as Raiden scolded them.

 “I told you, you couldn’t handle it.”

 “Okay, what is going on?”, Fujin asked in a demanding tone.

 “Kakkō is a shapeshifter.”, Kung Lao explained, “That apperently doesn’t like spicy food.”

 It took Fujin some time to take it in. So, Raiden and Kung Lao have been making friends with actual cryptids? Raiden must have noticed her unease, because he turned to her to speak assurances.

 “Don’t worry, Kakkō wouldn’t hurt a fly.”, he explained as he rubbed their back.

 For the most part, at least from the first impressions, Fujin could see that Kakkō meant no harm. But it was still hard to not be cautious. Who wouldn’t be once they discovered shapeshifters existed. She walked over to Raiden.

 “Is that what you’ve been doing outside Fengjian?”

 “That is.....a story for another time.”, Raiden said.

 “Brother, you ought to have faith in me. You will have to tell me at some point and you know it.”

 “I do, Fujin. Just..now is not the time.”

 Fujin sighed, “Right. Of course.”

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Mini Fanfic #1198: (No) Trust in the Agency (Super Smash Bros Ultimate X Sonic)

12:50 a.m. G.U.N. Fortress Agency: Commander's Office.......

Mechanical Voice: A vistor has reached the facility and is now awaiting the entrance outside of the office.

Commander: (Looks Over at One of the Cameras Recordings to See a Familiar Face Waiting in Front of his Office) Hm. Here already? (Pressed a Button In Front of Him Before Giving the Voice the Command) Let her in.

Mechanical Voice: Entrance access granted.

'Door Automatically Opens'

Peach: (Walks into the Room, Happily Greeting the Commander in Question) Hello!~

Commander: (Gives Peach a Single Nod) Your highness. It's good to see you once again. I wasn't expecting you to come here this earlier than usual this time around.

Peach: (Giggles a Bit) Oho, you know me~ Can't stand the thought of me ever being late for the life me.

Commander: (Chuckles a Bit) Yes, you and me both. I much refer arriving somewhere in more earlier time than a slightly late one to say the least.

Peach: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. So how's everyone been doing here as of late?

Commander: Pretty good for the most part. (Shows Peach Recording Monitors of Everyone in Team Dark Participating Various Obstacles in the Training Room) In fact, the training and the missions they've reciprocal thus far has been helping them improve quite a lot, Shadow especially. His strategic prowess has been on point and his combat skills are better than ever. Well done teaching him how to fight with a frying pan by the way.

Peach: (Smiles Brightly) Why, thank you!~ I did my very best to make sure my baby become just as efficient with it in use as I am.

Commander: And you succeed with flying colors. (Turns Back to the Princess) We appericate all of the support you continue to bring to him and his team as of late, despite any negative feelings you have towards us personally.

Peach: (Starts Twiddling her Fingers While "Innocently" Looking Away) Negative feelings? Whatever do you mean, commander?~

Commander: ('Sigh') No need to try and deny it. I could already tell by the look in your eyes and movements that you're not too fond of my presences alone.

Peach: Oh my.....(Slowly Turns Her Head Back to the Commander) Was it really that obvious?

Commander: To me it was. I'm not too sure about everyone else here however.

Peach: I see. (Sighs in Defeat While Shrugging) But since you've figured me out, I might as well come clean and say it. (Forms a Glare Towards the Commander) I don't trust you and GUN around my son. Not after everything you've put him through after all those years ago in that Ark.

Commander: (Taken a Bit Aback by the Princess Has Just Told Him) A. I...take it Shadow has already informed you about that incident at some point?

Peach: (Simply Nodded) Yes, two to three years ago to be exact. (Wipes a Few Tears Away From Her Eyes) It broke my heart immensely to find out all the pain, tragedies and the heartache he had to endure on that awful day......('Sniff') And all those years later.....(Takes a Deep Breath) But above all else.......(Hardens her Glare at the Man Standing Right In Front of Her) It infuriates me to the core to also find out that the people who caused all of this to begin with, were a part of the very same organization he's working for!

The GUN Commander remains silent as he let's the princess continue on with her rant.

Peach: They took Maria, that poor, innocent little girl's life away in cold blood, executed her own grandfather on the spot afterwards, and made Shadow distraught to the point him going on a bitter revenge spree until the day he decided sacrifice his own life to helping Sonic save your world from destruction! And don't think for second, I didn't notice a few of your other agents talking about him behind his back.

Peach looks down at the harden floor, shaking with pure anger.

Peach: Calling him a monster......a freak.....alien scum......After everything he's been through, after all the hard work he've done here, THIS is the thanks he gets!?

Commander: I understand how you feel completely, your highness. But we can't change what others view him, even if they are his allies.

Peach: ('Sighs in Defeat') I know, it just.....This is all so....frustrating!!.....He doesn't deserve any of this.....

Commander: Some may say otherwise, but I for one ageee with you. He doesn't deserve all the anger and resentment he receives. Especially not from me of all people.

Peach: (Looks Up Back at The Commander) You....hated him too?

Commander: Used to, back in the distant past. ('Sighs Heavily') To the point where I tried to assassinate him once.

Peach: (Angrily Stomps her Foot Onto the Ground) YOU WHAT!? (Quickly Tries to Calm Herself Down While Taking a Few Deep Breaths) Sorry!.....I'm sorry. That was uncalled for.

Commander: (Shakes his Head) No, it's fine. Your anger on the matter is justified. I see no problem letting it all out in here.

Peach: (Takes a Deep Breath One More Time Before Speaking in a More Calm Manner) Thank you. But I think it's best we talk it out calmy instead. So please, explain yourself.....before I lose it and bash your skull open.

Commander: (Grimaces at the Thought of Peach's Threat Before Clearing his Throat) R-Right. Well, back when I was a child and long before i became the commander of this organization before you, I was too raised in the Space Ark Colony alongside Maria.

Peach: (Gasps a Bit and Eyes Widened Up in Genuine Surprise) You were?

Commander: (Simply Nodded) It's the truth. She was a older than I was. She was like the older sister I never had- (Chuckles Lightly at the Fond Memories) So it was only natural that I constantly annoyed and teased every chance I get. It wasn't long, however, before we found out that Professor Gerald among the scientists on board were involved into creating one of the Ultimate Lifeforms, Shadow, in a tube of sorts. I was wary of his presence at first glance, but I think I remembered getting along with him decent enough. (Starts Frowning at the Next Part of the Memory) It all changed one night when I suddenly woke up in a private confessional room located in the federal department. Two men in suits started asking me various questions I have little to no knowledge of answering until they told me Maria and Gerald were both found dead on board the Ark.....and that Shadow was the one who killed them.

Peach: (Couldn't Believe What She's Hearing) Those soldiers.....They framed him?

Commander: In a sense, yes. But I didn't know that at the time. ('Sigh') In fact, for fourty plus years, I've ended believing he was responsible for what happened. (Looks Down at the G.U.N. Symbol Imprinted on a Manual Sitting on his Desk) The very reason I enrolled myself into this agency in the first place was to find more answers about the incident.....and planned upon my vengeance towards him with my men joining alongside, once I found out he was still alive all those years later. Nothing was going to hold us back any longer.

Peach slowly resumes back to shaking in pure anger before the Commander speaks up again.

Commander: That was......until we unexpectedly met each other again at one of Dr. Eggman's former bases in the past. I was held captive by that mad scientist for almost the entire day, hearing him ramble on about his plans on world domination....(Picks Up a Picture Frame of Him, Shadow. Maria, and Gerald Together, From his Desk) Even discovering the truth of what really happened on the Ark that day. Eventually, Shadow came in and broke me free from his grasps as we fought through every machine that stood in the way of our escape.

Flashback

Commander: (Starts Shooting Downs an Army of Robots Behind Him, using his Armed BazookaWhile Following Shadow) ('Sigh') Honestly, You do know I never needed your help to begin with, right? I could've gotten myself out of here just fine all on my own.

Shadow: (Rolls his Eyes a Bit) Right..... And I suppose you already known which directions to go for the exit?

Commander: ('Sighs in Annoyance') Don't start with me right now, Hedgehog. I am just as much of a capable fighter as you are!

Shadow: You're also a leader of government agency who is too important and valuable to lose right now.

Commander: Is that right? I never took you for the caring type.

Shadow: Don't read too deep into this. I'm only doing this for a friend. Over here!

Commander: That friend of yours is Rouge, I presume?

Shadow: Yeah. She can be a real pain at times, but I wouldn't be where I am right now if it weren't for her and Omega.

Commander: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Omega?

Shadow: (Turns to Commander) He's one of the E-Series robots Eggman made. He's been on out side for the longest now, so there's no need for you worry on that-

Commander: LOOK OUT! (Points His Weapon Up and Shoots Down the Giant Robot That Was Right in Front of Shadow)

Shadow: Hm? (Immediately Stops Skating as He Turns Back Around to See the Scraps of Metal Falling Down to the Ground Before Turning Back to the Commander) Did you.....helped me out just now?

Commander: (Rolls his Eyes) Surprising, I know. But you should try to pay more attention to where you're going next time. I'll be damned if I let you die and see Maria again this soon......

Shadow: ('Sigh') Right. Thank yo- Wait. How do know Maria?

Commander: I'll explain everything later. Right now, we need to leave out of here alive, am i clear?

Shadow: (Nodded to the Man's Command Before Resuming On) Crystal.

End of Flashback

Commander: Once we managed to retreat back to this office, I explained who I was and our past together at the Ark, as well as offered him a job at GUN along with the rest of his teammates. It took some time for us to trust each other completely, but even then, Shadow has long sinced proven himself to not only be a one of the most profound member of our squadron, but also a hero in his own right.

The Commander puts the picture frame back down on his desk before letting down a deep breath and turning back to Peach.

Commander: Like I said before, I can't change some of our soldiers' opinion on who or what Shadow is to them no matter how hard I try, but I will continue to do everything in my power to look after him, fight for, and protect him if necessary not just as his boss, but as an old friend. That's a promise I am willing to fulfill until my dying breathe emerges.

Peach: (Stares at GUN Commander For a Brief Second Before Taking a Deep Breath Herself) It going to take time for me to trust you and this organization completely, but if it's a promise you're truly willing to take, then I'm willing to take your word to great value at the very least.

Commander: Is that right?

Peach: (Simply Nodded) Mmhmm. (Puts on Piercing Glare Once More) But let be known: If I catch or hear you and anyone else in GUN try to harm Shadow and his friends in anyway, I will make every last one of you pay, one way or another. Do you understand me?

Commander: (Simply Nodded) Loud and clear. I thank you for this talk. (Smiles a Bit) Shadow is lucky to have someone like you as his mother.

Peach: (Smiles Back at the Commander) I may not know Maria personally, but I believe she would be very proud of how much you've accomplished so far.

Commander: ('Heh') Yeah, if she sees me now, I'll never hear the end of her crying. Not that I wouldn't stop her, mind you.

Peach let's out a small giggle until the sound of a mechanical voice speaks again.

Mechanical Voice: Four more vistors are waiting out of the office.

Peach: ('Gasps') Could it be?~

Commander: Let 'em in.

The office door automatically opens by itself, revealing Team Dark and Topaz standing outside of the room this entire time.

Shadow: We completed our training session for the day, si- (Turns to See a Very Familiar Face inside the Office) Mother?

Peach: Shadow, Hello!~ (Happily Picks Shadow Up Before Twirling Him Around For a Bit Before Hugging Him) How's my precious, baby boi and his wonderful friends doing on this fine, lovely day?~

Shadow: (Sighs While Blushing a Bit) It's been for the most part.

Rouge: (Smiles Brightly atbthe Princess Mom) We were just finishing off our training routine before we leave for lunch.

Omega: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face) And I was yet again restricted from presenting my fullest potential in action.

Topaz: ('Sigh') Omega, we've been over this. You're not allowed to use any of your fully enhanced weapons on training grounds. You could potentially destroy the entire base if you're not careful.

Rouge: (Turns to Omega) Listen to your Momma Topaz, Omega. She knows what she's talking about.

Topaz: Exactly- (Quickly Turns to Rouge Withba Glare) H-Hey! I told you to quit calling me that!

Rouge: (Turns to Topaz) True. But you were the one who agree to help look after him with me, remember?~

Topaz: I did! (Turns Away Withba Bit of a Pouty Look on her Face) I just....Don't see myself as an actual mom. Let alone a fun one like you......

Rouge: Not with that attitude!!

Commander: (Gives the Team a Solid Nod) Well done as always, Team Dark. What say you start taking it easy for the rest of day, yeah?

Shadow: (Raises an Eyebrow) Taking it easy?

Rouge: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) As in a day off!?

Commander: Correct. Consider this a reward for all hard work you three have displayed as of late. You too, Topaz. You deserve a day off as well.

Topaz: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Seriously!? B-But sir, I don't know what to-SAY!? (Suddebly Gets Carried in Rouge's Arms)

Rouge: (Smiles Brightly at her Boss) Thank you in advance, sir, BYEEEEEEEE!~ (Flies Off While Carrying Topaz)

Topaz: R-Rouge, H-Hey! Where are we even going!?

Rouge: Shopping, baby!~ Let's go, Omega!~

Omega: (Follows his Mother Figures Behind) Not the activity that came to mind, but it will do for now.

Shadow: I....guess that means we have the day to ourselves then?

Peach: (Shrugs) I don't mind. So long as I get to spend it with you of course~ (Gives Shadow a Big Kiss On the Cheek)

Shadow: ('Sighs in a Bit of Annoyance') Mother.....Not in front of the Commander......

Commander: There's no shame in receiving kisses from mother, soldier. A shame I didn't bring my phone with me. (Gives Shadow a Bit of a Teasing Smirk) I would've taken five to ten photos of this in seconds.

Shadow: (Glares at his Boss) Don't start with me today, sir. We're leaving.

Peach: (Waves Goodbye to the Commander While Walking Out of the Office Along With Sgadow) Have a good rest of the day, Commander!~

Commander: You as well, your highness. You as well.

Shadow: So....(Turns to His Mother While Walking With Her) What did you two talked about while we were training?

Peach: Ohh nothing too important. Just how you all were doing here and stuff. Why ask?

Shadow: Just wondering. I know how much you dislike G.U.N. as of late.

Peach: ('Sigh') No doubt about that. I'm just glad you're doing okay here. Or at least I hope you are.

Shadow: I am, don't worry. (Gives His Mother a Small Smile) I appericate your concern and support though.

Peach: (Smiles Brightly) You're always welcome, honey. (Happily Hugs her Son Again) What kind of mom would I be if I didn't look out for my sweet darlings?~

Shadow: The kind that doesn't hug me in public?

Peach: Oh relax. We're not out of the base yet. Just let me gave this a little longer, okay?

Shadow: ('Sighs in Defeat') Fine......Love you.

Peach: Love you too, sweetie~(Gives Shadow Another Kiss on the Cheek)

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[masschase]

for the ship ask meme; Kiley and Calix (Kinzie x Riley), (Calista x Alix)

pre - 2 for both Kiley and Calix

gen - 2 for Kiley, 7 for Calix

love - 5 for Kiley, 9 for Calix

domestic - 6 for Kiley, 2 for Calix

Ship asks! (feel free to keep sending, I really like this one)

Ooh plenty here to work with thank you! 😊 I'm going to arrange by ship if that's OK!

So because I don't often post about these on tumblr; Riley is kind of a joint OC that I ship with Kinzie's hc of well... Kinzie, for RP. I can see her working with canon Kinzie too though! And Alix is my OC that I ship with Kinzie's OC Calista.

Kiley (Kinzie x Riley)

Pre-relationship 2: What was their first impression of each other?

So they actually had a really brief first meeting back in 2016 years before they meet "properly" which is in 2022 and not yet fully decided on. Riley was a fairly young doctor at the time and was brought to the big 4th July party(that's a huge part of Casey's rise to President and very important to the overall Out Of Time storyline) by the slightly slimy hospital owner more or less looking for arm candy.

When Oleg and Kinzie call out for a doctor for Matt(from the future, relevant), who has been shot, Riley responds and comes outside with them. However by the time they do so, Matt has been jumped back to the future to access Zin medical care, so she ends up more or less just checking if Casey is OK and then leaving.

She and Kinzie probably don't think much of each other at that time. I think we talked about Kinzie having some sort of odd feeling about Riley but shrugs it off because she has odd feelings about a lot of things, lol. I think later if they connect the dots it would be so intriguing to them both though to remember that! That they interacted in this small way because Kinzie just needed someone and Riley was there, and now she always will be.

General 2: Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

I'd like if their official first date was at Roasted because we've had them meet up there in a specific setting before, but for the canon/Countdown universe, they could still time jump there. I think it's very chill which suits them both as they're both naturally kind of tense and it would relax them. Just gives them a chance to unwind and it's not too overwhelming for Kinzie in social terms because it doesn't tend to get too busy on a weekday, when they'd likely go.

Love 5: Who’s better at comforting the other?

Going with your hcs, definitely Riley comforting Kinzie, I think that's one of the main reasons Kinzie likes her so much actually is that she takes care of her. But I think the same would be true of canon because canon Kinzie definitely isn't very comforting! Riley can be abrupt when it comes to work but she's sweet when it comes to her personal life.

Domestic 6: Who kills the bugs in the house?

I feel like Kinzie would not do much about any bugs so definitely Riley. She's a doctor so values cleanliness and finds them really off-putting. So while she might release some humanely, she would want them dealt with as quickly as possible and sometimes that might mean killing them.

Calix (Calista and Alix)

Pre-relationship 2: What was their first impression of each other?

I think Alix was immediately taken by Callie's apperance; xe thought they were really beautiful and also liked their legs in the fishnets. From Callie's end they thought Alix looked really cool and liked xir rainbow hair. You'd be best to add if there's anything else they thought 😊

General 7: Who takes the lead in social situations?

I think while they're both fairly confident, I would imagine Calista would be a little more chill and go with the flow whereas Alix might be a little more decisive. Neither is really a wallflower though so it probably alternates!

Love 9: What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Alix calls Calista "darlin'" most of the time, I think they call xem "babe" in return, and then Callie and Allie 😊 obviously Calista already gets called Callie before meeting Alix but Alix never really went by Allie before but xe finds that really cute that Calista calls them that.

Domestic 2: What's the wedding like? Who attends?

All the Saints would be invited from Callie's side, and from Alix's there would definitely be a lot of other farmers because unlike on earth, Alix probably works with a large team on Ragnarok as they would all be really important to setting up sustainable food sources. I'm not sure if either has any surviving family after the Earth's destruction; Alix has a strained relationship with xir parents but does love them so would invite them if they were alive.

As for the wedding itself I imagine they'd want something a little less traditional than Pierhys and Mass using the (3rd) rebuilt Saints church. In fact I think they'd maybe overdo the quirkiness of it to the point it'd be annoying for everyone else but they don't really give a shit, it's their day. 😆

Calista would probably want something dramatic and gothic venue-wise whereas Alix would probably want to get married in the middle of a field or something so I feel like a great compromise would maybe be a forest? We know there are forests on Ragnarok so it makes sense. I think Kinzie would play a pretty major role given she's Callie's best friend.

A ceremony in the middle of the trees with fairy lights strung all over the canopies and vows they both wrote. Since they're non-binary and agender they wouldn't really want anything with husband/wife connotations so again nothing resembling "traditional" vows. Instead of exchanging rings they have stencils of each others' first initials printed onto their ring fingers ready to have them tattooed before the photos. They sign the marriage document(Emperor Casey has rules people!) on each others backs.

They have a marquee for the reception but it looks more like a giant black bell tent with rainbow drapes all around. I'm not sure what they'd have food wise. Maybe they could have chocolate peanut butter cupcakes as their wedding cake.

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Hi! If you're comfortable with it, could you do mercs with a muscular fem (or nb) s/o? <3

Mercs with a muscular AFAB S/O.

Scout- you're so much stronger than him...it makes him a bit embarrassed, but he can't help but adore it at the same time,

Soldier- it impresses him a lot, let's be honest it's kinda his type,

Pyro- to them it doesn't matter what's on the outside, although they do find you very attractive,

Demoman- gotta like it, somebody who can help him up when he drinks a bit too much,

Heavy- in his motherland it's either be strong or die, so at this point it's odd for him when a person doesn't have muscles,

Engineer- your whole apperance next to him is like ying and yang, but he can at least count on you to help him move his constructions around,

Medic- have you seen this man? I mean, you may be muscular, but this guy has a whole sixpack under that lab coat, wouldn't say your apperance makes him even shrug,

Sniper- he's shaped like a stick, and he will be more than pleased if you used this against him and carry him around. He might act mad during that, but he would be the happiest man alive,

Spy- much like Pyro he much more focuses on what the person has to offer from their personality. However, your muscles will be needed when opening wine and whiskey bottles.

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Oh Izana izana! :D what if your Darling gave you a lot of compliments on your apperance cuz they think you're pretty + always wants to play with your hair!

🧋 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐬𝐤 🧋 -> 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I'd do the same 😩 Izana be so attractive for no reason <33

Izana blinks in surprise from the question, leaning his head down to hide his face but his shoulders noticeably started trembling "Pfft~ Haha~" He couldn't help but to laugh, only calming down after a minute or so "That's good- dare I say it's actually adorable if they did that~" Izana hums in satisfaction "I'd adore the compliments, I usually wouldn't be surprised at such empty words, it's easy to assume they're probably trying to kiss up to me because they're too pathetic." Izana shrugged, waving a hand to the side mindlessly before a small grin appearing on his face soon after "But if it's my darling it's different~ obviously I'd know they mean it since they love me, I'll allow them to play with my hair as well if they've been good that day."

"... Ah, but if I see them give my compliments to someone else... Or touch someone else..." Izana mused to himself at the sudden thought popping in his mind, expression hardening from thinking of something like that "I'd want to kill them." The confession easily slipped out of him, he kept quiet for a few seconds with a dead stare, only for it to fall into his usual calm, empty smile "Obviously I meant the person, there's no way I'd hurt my sweetheart... Unless they deserved it that is. If they ignore my warning and don't focus on me then I'd have no chance but punish them, it's only fair."

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Side Chapter 1: Plan Gone Wrong??

Author's Note: eoooww i'm alive 👀👀 but i wouldn't call this a full comeback. Just wanted to drop a little something bc it's been in my drafts for so long and i finally managed to finish it. It was kinda weird writing this bc so many conflicting feelings are happening here and AGH but i hope yall will have fun with this, hueheuehue 👀

Summary: It had been two weeks since Vi's sudden apperance and none of you had really talked to each other. Which really annoyed so you've come up with a plan. Let's just say it sort of worked?? Maybe??

Warnings: a bit of swearing? Lots of confusion and NSFW 👀 Leave if u r under 18, thanks.

Word Count: 4,768

You were about to eat the last piece of her cake, the piece being in front of your mouth and only her grip stopping it from disappearing.

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"Fuck you." she sneered at you with a scowl on her face, the grip on your wrist getting tighter.

Yet you didn't feel threatened at all.

Heck, you were actually doing flips inside of your head.

Your plan was working.

You looked her dead in the eyes, seeing them squint at you with hostility and the grip on your wrist tightening with each second.

You would surely get a bruise from that but damn, was this too much fun.

You puckered your lips at her, even smacking them together to make a "mwuah" sound before leaning your head forward and making the final piece be gone from existence.

You hummed in satisfaction as the delicious chocolate cake melted in your mouth.

You felt the grip on your wrist lessen a bit and immediately slapped her hand away from you.

Hiding the pain with a mocking smile at her, your eyes shifting onto her face.

Vi could only stare at you in disbelief.

A scoff slipped out of her mouth as she slowly shook her head, not wanting to believe what you just did.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

You only gave her a shrug at her reaction and tone as your eyes glinted in mischief.

You were so done.

Her last straw had snapped.

A loud screech and the thumping of the falling chair echoed through the room as she abruptly stood up and slammed her hands onto the table.

You would be lying if that didn't make you afraid but you covered it up with a hard stare into her eyes.

Glowering eyes looked at you as she began to lean forward, you unconciously moving back.

"I said, are you fucking kidding me."

Yes, she was mad.

Yes, you didn't need to understand her to know that she was close to pummeling your ass into the ground.

Yet that did not stop you from sticking out your tongue at her.

"YOU LITTLE-"

Ignoring her outburst, you hastily stood up.

You quickly darted towards your room, yet failed to reach it as she took a hold of your wrist and pulled you back.

You tried to pull her hand away but she was faster and wrapped a hand around the other one.

She gazed at you with hard eyes as she watched your weak attempts and struggle of escaping out of her strong hold.

"You're not getting out of this, sweetheart."

Foolish you continued to struggle against her, only fueling her anger.

You did this to yourself so why the fuck were you trying to act all innocent and escape?

"Stop fucking flailing."

Scornful scowl adorning her features, she put

both of your wrists into one hand of hers while pulling you towards the couch.

"Wait, what are yo-"

Suddenly, she threw you onto the couch.

Barely able to react, you could only watch as she put her weight onto your pelvis and effectively straddled you.

Holding your wrists above you with one hand, she forced you to look towards her as she tightly gripped your jaw.

"Fine, you wanna be a brat? Then see how you'll get out of this one."

Only a whimper replied her sneering words as she leaned her face closer to yours, yet the grip on your jaw not loosening.

Feeling her thighs next to your legs, her weight and her hands holding and immobilizing made it unironically throb between your legs.

You never knew that you were able to feel afraid but turned on at the same time, it was almost embarrassing.

"You don't get to be so scared. You've been pissing me off the last two weeks and now you whimper around and maybe even beg for forgiveness?"

Fuck, what was she talking about?

You didn't know but her glowering voice was

clearly having an effect on you and it would be only a matter of time until she'd see the horny mess you were.

But your plan had worked.

You finally had her attention and she was finally talking to you.

But now what? Now you were so turned on and you couldn't just ask her to just take you right here.

She watched as you kept shifting your eyes away from her and felt your squirming underneath her legs, her anger slowly turning into something else.

She lightly pressed your thumb onto your lips.

"It would have been so much better if you had just kept your mouth shut."

Feeling how touch starved you've been, you couldn't take it anymore.

You wanted more of it.

As she grazed her thumb across your lips, you slightly opened them up for her.

Her eyes widened for a friction yet she felt herself being pulled towards them, a conflicted yet curious gaze lingering in her eyes.

Slowly, she pushed her thumb into your mouth.

A soft gasp slipped past your lips as you locked eyes with her, her breath staggering as she had an awaiting look in her eyes, her demeanor having changed.

Almost moaning at the feeling of it, you immediately wrapped your mouth around her thumb and her hitching breath only fueled the desire inside of you as you began to cover her thumb with your tongue, twirling and sucking on it, your gaze never leaving her eyes.

Leaving her seemingly breathless as she felt your tongue wrap around her thumb, sucking on it as if it was your last meal.

Her curiosity got the best of her as she proceeded to push her tumb further inside, her chest rising and heaving and watching your lips enclose them immediately.

You let your tounge freely dance around her thumb as you tried to create some friction between your legs to ease the heat between them by rubbing them against each other.

"Y/N, s-stop squirming." she hissed at you. She could feel her heart wanting to jump out of her chest from its intense thumping, the movement of your legs rubbing against her core and you making out with her thumb was getting too much to comprehend.

It had been so long.

Too long since she had the pleasure of touching someone and more importantly herself.

Being too busy putting up her own walls, she couldn't let anyone freely touch her just like that. The prison being filled with people who'd immediately turn their back towards you for their own selfish needs and not afraid to backstab you anytime.

Especially the guards were more than happy to discipline her.

And yet she was...

Fine with your touch?

In fact, she was enjoying and even beginning to crave it.

Your soft hands already intrigued her when you first shook them.

Your body devoid of any harsh training, yet being perfectly fine with carrying five fully loaded huge grocery bags and almost seeming to fit perfectly in her arms when you first hugged each other.

The sheepish and awkward smiles you would give her as you tried to teach her new words.

It would be a lie if she didn't feel overwhelmed by your kindness, to the point it was still unbelieveable for her after two weeks and especially when she hasn't been the nicest and most cooperative towards you.

But here you were.

Sucking on her thumb, you squirming beneath her as your legs rubbed against her core.

"V-Vi? "

Snapping out of her thoughts, she saw the worried look on your face.

Realising that she still had her thumb in your mouth, she pulled it back towards her and wiped it onto her shirt, yet keeping her gaze locked onto it.

Slowly, you could feel her letting go of your wrists. You didn't expect your actions to have such an impact on her and her drastic change of demeanor honestly worried you.

Her cheeks were flushed, her chest was heaving as she kept her gaze onto her thumb while fiddling at it.

Teeth chewing on lips and furrowed eyebrows, she felt your hands lightly touch her thighs.

This was driving her crazy.

Day after day she would find herself in situations she didn't know how to handle.

Yet this was more intense and frankly, making her a bit nervous.

Oh no.

This is not what you wanted.

You could see the confliction on her expression as she kept her gaze down, being buried deep in her thoughts.

You only wanted to make her finally talk to you but you had just made it worse.

"Hey"

Nothing.

She didn't even seem to hear you.

Okay, this was really beginning to worry you.

You lifted your hand towards her face and were about to gently put it onto her cheek.

SLAP

Shock was evident on both of your faces as you held your hand against your chest, trying to deal with it's throbbing.

Yet what hurt you more was the fear and hostility on her face and it slowly morphing into regret as she realised what she had done.

The very thing she had sworn to never do again.

The very thing she had once been proud of, had been used to hurt again.

She had to get away from you before it could get worse.

> I shouldn't have stayed here. <

Rang through her mind as she looked at you, fearing she would hurt you again if she stayed too long.

"I-I'm sorry" she managed to slip out as she tried to get out of your lap.

Yet you for sure weren't about to let her just escape like that, so you put both hands on each of her thighs with a tight grip.

She looked at you in bewilderment as she tried to pry your hands off of her.

Furrowing your eyebrows at her, you gave her a stern look.

"No. You are not getting away just like that."

Now it was your turn keeping her from escaping.

Were you being overbearing? Maybe but you just wanted to let her know that you were there for her and wouldn't let her deal with everything on her own.

And especially not distance herself from you because of her distrust towards you.

Or maybe even towards herself, who knows.

"Just let me go, Y/N."

You could hear her wavering voice as she gripped your hands, trying to pry them off of her but she was clearly not using her whole strength.

Something was holding her back and you would for sure find out what it was.

You looked at her, having to crane your neck for a bit due to her being a bit taller while being seated on your lap and to be honest, your back was starting to hurt from sitting upright the whole time.

You squirmed a hand under her grip to signal for her to let go.

Luckily, she let go and didn't get up so you pointed at your back with a sheepish smile to kinda give her a signal.

Almost slipping a smile onto her face, she lifted herself off of your lap.

The tight grip on her thigh yet didn't falter.

Before she could ask you if you wanted to get up or not, you scooted towards the back of the couch, turning both you and her towards it.

"Wh-Whoa??" Vi gripped your shoulders to stop herself from falling off the couch.

Ignoring her boring stare, you let out a sigh of relief as your back hit the back of the couch.

At this point Vi was just going along with whatever you were doing.

The mental exhaustion was catching up to her these past two weeks and going against you right now would just drain her even more.

And that didn't go unnoticed by you.

Even right now, you could see the exhaustion in her steel blue eyes increasing with each passing day, that used to glisten with such strength in them.

"Vi..."

There she was.

Finally locking eyes with you as you had quietly called out her name.

You showed her your right hand before hesitantly putting it onto her thigh, having noted her previous reaction to your sudden touch.

> Damn. <

Vi let out a shaky sigh as she closed her eyes.

Were you planning on making her cry?

If yes, then you were doing a good job at it.

Why wouldn't you just leave her alone?

"You... good?"

Averted eyes and a slow shake of her head were the answers you got before she looked back at you.

"That's okay."

A dumbfounded look spread across her face as you only gave her a warm smile before gently raising both of your hands to cup her face between them.

The grip on your shoulders tightened up before loosening significantly.

A thousand things running through her mind, yet she felt herself leaning into your touch.

With her face in your hands and the look she gave you through her lashes forced you to stop yourself from cooing at her.

Two weeks ago, she wouldn't even have let you tap her shoulder to get her attention.

Now she was here nearly becoming putty in your hands.

"It's okay, Vi" You told her as you began to gently stroke her cheek.

Vi began to chew on her lip, not wanting to show any sign of weakness anymore.

Yet all her attempts were failing as you continued to shower her with affection.

Her walls crumbling down as you pulled her closer towards you.

You wrapped your arms around her torso.

Heart beating fast as you leaned your head against her chest and stroking her back, she felt her walls getting taken down one by one.

Until a tear slipped out.

You felt two strong arms wrap themselves slowly around your neck.

Warmth and silence engulfing the both of you as she squeezed harder with each quivering breath she took.

Her head on your shoulders as you continued to stroke her back even slightly rocking the both of you back and forth as her head buried itself in the crook of your neck.

During the next 10 minutes, you would only let out some "it's okay's" or shush her whenever a sob would escape her as you tried to comfort her as best as you could.

Which seemed to help as you felt her slowly lift her head off of your shoulders.

Vi detested the thought of crying yet she would be lying if she denied the fact that she felt...

lighter after this crying session.

Now she could feel the embarrassment kicking in as she realised what she had done.

Vi took a deep breath and she felt her chest reel in, still recovering from earlier.

Taking a look at your face, she saw nothing but worry and affection in your eyes as she felt your hand still stroke her back without a break.

This time, she wanted to somehow return the favor.

You felt one of her arms leave your neck, yet it soon got replaced by a hand being put onto your cheek.

Your eyes widened in surprise as a small sheepish smile crept onto her face.

The feeling of surprise only growing as she leaned in closer until your foreheads touched.

The exhaustion in her eyes nearly nowhere to be seen as they seemed to shine brightly while boring into yours.

"Thank you, Y/N" She whispered as she closed her eyes, her tense shoulders visibly slumping down as she basked in your warmth.

Now it was your turn to hold back your tears.

Here she was fully trusting you by letting herself relax and even coming this close to you.

What touched you even more is that this was proof that she had been listening to you the whole time.

You thought that she had ignored you every time you had tried to teach her some words of your language but she had just proved it otherwise.

Letting out a small smile, you replied.

"No. Thank you for trusting me"

She understood the "No, thank you" part, slipping out a breathy laugh past her lips.

Opening her eyes, the both of you looked deep into each other for the first time with nothing but adoration.

Slowly you could feel the feelings from earlier creep up as the proximity of your bodies dawned onto the both of you.

Her breath continued to tickle your face as your eyes slowly descended towards her lips.

Her eyes mimicking you as they flickered between your eyes and lips with hesitance.

Just like before, she felt herself entranced by them, her thumb putting themselves onto them before she let it graze them gently.

She looked at you once more.

Her eyes filled with longing for your touch as she continued to stroke your lips with her thumb.

Your hands descended to her waist and stopped at her hips, gripping them as you nodded at her with a smile on your face.

She returned it back before leaning in.

Fireworks seemed to go off inside of your stomach as her slightly chapped lips came in contact with yours.

You had never known that you had craved for her touch with such intensity until now.

Which seemed to also apply for her as it only took some seconds for her to deepen the kiss by pulling your face closer to her.

You reciprocated her action by pulling her hips towards you, making her slip out a whine into the kiss as her core rubbed against your pelvis.

That startled Vi as she broke the kiss with a sheepish and apologetic look on her face.

"It's okay, Vi"

Before she could say anything, you slipped a hand behind her head and pulled her in for another kiss, her whining for your touch having fueled a fire inside you.

Her heart fluttered at your words and her stomach flipped as you slightly pulled at her hair mid kiss.

You began to increase the intensity of the kiss, biting and sucking on her bottom lip while gripping her hip tightly with your other hand.

Surely that would leave a bruise but at this point none of you cared about that.

Your heart craved for more and that desire kept growing stronger at a fast pace as she continued to rub herself against you.

She wrapped her arms around your neck to pull you closer and opened her mouth.

You smiled into the kiss and wasted no second to dive your tongue into her mouth, immediately exploring every possible corner you could reach with it and what sounds you could make her slip out of it.

She tried to resist the urge to let out any weird noises, not being familiar with it and losing every control of her body.

It scared her but there was also something hot pooling in her core as your tongue danced around with hers, your grip tight on her hips and head while she rolled them into you.

Yet the urge to resist would grow weaker and soon whines and moans began to slip out of her mouth as you sucked on her tongue.

But that wasn't enough for the both of you.

Vi didn't know how she could fulfill her craving but somehow you answered her wishes as you pulled at her hair, making her crane her neck a bit.

You broke the kiss and got a dumbfounded and almost pouty look as a reaction, which soon distorted into eyes rolling back and heavy breathing as you had begun to leave wet kisses and hickeys on her neck.

You kept sucking on every spot you could find until a groan escaped her mouth as you sucked on a specific spot.

Teeth joining your attack only made her whine while you sucked on it like it was your last meal.

"Y-Y/N"

Almost moaning at the sound of your name leaving her mouth, you continued to nibble at her crook of her neck, occasionally biting and pulling at her skin without hurting her too much.

Her grip on your back would tighten with each bite yet noticing her desperate restrain from accidentally suffocating you, made you frown a bit.

No, you did not want to die by her squeezing the shit out of you ( yes, yes you wanted that but ssshh) but you wanted her to relax and only pay attention to her own needs.

But you did find it pretty cute and considerate of her.

Thinking on how to make her worry less, a thought crossed your mind.

Damn, I'm a genius.

"A-Ah, not so h-hard."

Vi tapped the back of your neck, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You gave the spot you'd been busying yourself with on last harsh suck before releasing the skin with a 'pop'.

Leaving wet trailing kisses across the now dark red and purple stained skin covering her neck before stopping at her ear, you glanced up at her as you gave it a quick bite.

Fuuuck

The look on Vi's face left you dripping wet.

Flushed deep red, open lips as heavy breaths would slip past them and eyes heavy lidded, she looked almost drunk from all of your touches and oh boy, she was.

Her neck was aching at this point from how much you sucked on it yet she strangely didn't dislike the pain.

Hell, her pride would never let her admit it but she genuinely enjoyed it.

All the fights had never managed to make her lose her breath as quickly as now but here you were, keeping her on your lap with a grip she could easily escape from yet her body wouldn't let her.

No, she didn't want to leave.

She wanted more of it.

And yet it also scared her.

Backing up a bit, you put the hand that had been gripping the back of her hand onto her cheek.

"Hey, you okay?" You tried to speak softly so as to not break the heated atmosphere lingering around the both of you.

Vi made direct eye contact, her eyes appeared glossy in the dim light from the singular orange lamp in the far corner.

Your stomach sputtered and your finger tips ached from sudden empathy towards her.

It had only just dawned on you that she probably had only done this a few times before. You didn't want to scare or rush her, you wanted to take it slow.

You move your thumb across her bottom lip.

Vi's breath brushing along the tip of your finger making your skin tingle at the feel of it.

Slowly you brought your face towards hers.

Keeping your eyes locked onto her for a brief second before closing them and carefully leaning in, you felt her breath hitch until your lips met yet again in a more soft kiss.

Gently, your lips came into contact with one another.

Even though it was the third time you've, it was still considered pretty new for Vi.

You could feel her grip on the back of your shirt tighten at the foreign action and yet as seconds passed with none of your lips moving, her grip lessened.

Letting your lips linger for a second, you slowly backed away and opened your eyes

Face almost matching the color of her hair, eyes slightly wide as she stared at you.

Silence filled the room as you waited for her to maybe say something, yet her gaze suggested that she still couldn't believe what just happened.

Atleast that's what you thought.

Slowly, you let the hand that had been cupping her cheek fall back onto her thigh.

Wanting to break the awkward silence, you quietly spoke.

"Uhm… Was it good?"

You didn't know what was going on.

Realisation dawned onto you as it had slipped your mind that this was her first time ever and here you were immediately diving into it.

Fuck, was I too fast?

Doubts began to freely creep into your mind as you questioned everything and anything.

This was a fucking bad idea, oh my god. How the fuck did I just do that?? It's been literally only two weeks and I'm already jumping onto her. What am I, a horndog??? Honestly won't be surprised if she doesn't want to talk to me anymo-

"... rry"

Her faint mumble snapped you out of your thoughts, her eyes cast down.

Following her look, u hadn't noticed that she had put her hands over your very own ones, that had been on each of her thighs for most of the time.

It felt strange.

Her touch was so gentle, her hands only slightly gripping yours, almost hesitatingly.

She seemed.. afraid?

No.

Nonononono, this is NOT what I wanted.

"Vi, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't ha-"

Before you could continue your rambling, she put her hand onto your mouth, ultimately shutting you up.

She lifted her face as her gaze met yours, only strengthening your guilt as you felt your heart clench at the sight of it.

An apologetic smile graced her lips but her eyes held so much more conflict in them.

"I-I should have never come back here. You-"

What was she saying?

FUCK, what is she saying????

This was truly a moment where you wished that you could understand her.

But the look on her face and the tone of her voice were suggesting that it was about you.

But what?

About the both of you in general?

About the situation now?

About you as a person or herself?

WHAT IS IT??

"You deserve so much better than this."

As soon as these words left her mouth, she let go of yours.

Giving your other hand a quick squeeze, she slowly got up.

Your eyes following her movement as she finally came to halt while standing in front of you.

She gave you one last smile before putting a hand onto your head.

"Good night, Y/N"

Only a nod came out of you as she lifted her hand from your head.

A cold breeze following her as she walked past you.

The noise of her shutting the bathroom door ringing throughout the room.

You could still feel the warmth of her body lingering around you and yet you felt quite cold.

So so cold and empty.

And it hurt so much.

You were the one who had messed up and yet she looked at you as if she had accidentally killed your brother or something.

You hated it.

But especially yourself.

You gulped as you felt your throat tighten up.

Slowly, you got up while having to hold onto the couch for support as your legs had grown quite numb from not being used of having had some weight onto them for a long period of time.

Making your way towards your room, you took one last glance at the bathroom door, only the sound of the running water being heard from it.

Now all you could do was somehow try to get a wink of sleep. Lying in your bed with confliction, anger, sadness and yet longing in your mind as you tried to calm yourself down.

Or just stay awake the entire night as not only you dreaded the next morning.

As you sat down onto your bed, you heard the bathroom door open.

Perking at the sound of her footsteps, you listened.

Only for them to stop directly in front of your door.

All you had to do was get up and open the door.

Yet you wouldn't move.

You couldn't.

How could you look her in the eyes?

What would you even say to her?

Hands gripping the sheets of your bed, your body tense as more doubts began to fog your mind.

What felt like an eternity, were only mere seconds as you heard a small huff from the other side of the door.

Footsteps making their way towards the couch, your body only slightly easing as you took a deep yet shaky breath.

Lying yourself into your bed, you pulled the sheets up to your chin, burying your head into your pillow.

You've slept alone before yet this time, it felt strangely lonely.

Your heart was aching.

You wanted her next to you.

You wanted to apologise but also wanted to give her space.

She probably needed it.

Doubts clouding your judgement as you weren't the only one longing for the other.

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Both of you trying to fall asleep while feeling the warmth of the other just like moments ago.

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a lover’s howl ⇾ kth. [M]

⟶ inspired by Howl’s Moving Castle and part of The Ghibli Series

⌁ pairing; howl!taehyung x reader (f.)

⌁ genre/rating; studio ghibli au, howl’s moving castle au, smut, a dash of fluff, a bit of angst, 18+

⌁ summary; an unforsaken spell blesses you with his presence again

⌁ word count; 4.1k

⌁ warnings; howl!taehyung, blonde!taehyung, bigdicc!taehyung, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, praise kink, dirty talk, oral (f. receiving), fingering, body worshipping, basically a moving amount of filth~ 

⚘ happy birthday juno ♡ (@onherwings​)~ 

⚘ a huge thanks to my beta readers, @kkulmoon​, @nottodayjjk​ and @uhgood-dooghu​, for taking the time to read this over and fix it up for me. it means a lot and i don’t think i will ever be able to thank you enough. also a special thanks @yeoldontknow​ for letting me talk at her, giving me ideas and always supporting me. I owe this fic being finished on time to you. 

The rumble of the train trembles the walls of your workshop. Black fumes cloud the moonlight. Your candles flicker atop your desk, threatening to diminish and leave you sewing in the dark. Weaving feathers in and out of a black hat, you’re too preoccupied with thoughts of him to be fazed by the sound. He writes often, enclosing a black feather with every letter, but doesn’t visit as much. You’re not sure what of this “important business” is so dangerous that you can’t come along as well. You have survived much worse, witnessed his near death and helped him rebuild his castle afterall. And though you told yourself countless times that there’s no good dwelling on the past, you can’t seem to stop wondering what exactly changed his mind. 

A prick of your thumb stings you out of your thoughts. In a jolt, you drop the needle and hat to shoot out of your seat with a hiss. You lick the wound before it bleeds then press your fingertip upon it. You hope the pressure subsides the wound long enough for you to fetch a bandage from the first aid kit. 

Now, where did Taehyung say it was? Something about a library... or was it a living room? You make your way up to the attic, hoping he did in fact mention the library. All you can really remember from that conversation was how handsome he looked in that pink coat you stitched up for him. It just frames his broad shoulder so well only to narrow around his thin waist. And then there was that knowing look in his eyes that told you he knew just how much you weren’t listening at all. 

“Baby,” he had whispered, cupping your chin. “Are you listening?” And once you had found the mental capacity to resist the urge to kiss him and slowly nod, he had smirked and repeated, “The kit is in-”

The library flickers to life when you enter. Dust settles upon every inch and you begin to wonder why he had forbade you from entering before as you scan the shelves for the kit. Leather bound books and tightly rolled scrolls reside on every surface. Trinkets of his journey clutter around as well. You had thought you talked to him about the importance of organization, but it seems that he prefers this mess best. 

Your attention settles on the desk, sitting in front of a large window. Presuming it’s probably in one of the desk drawers, you make your way over with the intention of rifling through them and nothing more. You’ve learned from past experience that it’s best to never tinker with his things. However, once you stand before it, a red, leather bound book catches your eye. The imprinted title is written in an unreadable script and seems to be floating off the cover. How could that dance off the surface like that? Against your better judgement, curiosity hovers your fingers over the font.

Slamming open, the book flips and flicks through various pages only to suddenly stop. Rose coloured font apperates into view in that unreadable script again. You furrow your brows, attempting to read it anyways, until the strokes of ink shift around the pages. They rearrange themselves into a script you can decipher. 

A Lover’s Howl. 

Yearning of heart and 

Tethers of soul.

I wish to end my misery

And the distance apart

Together unruly and-

The tremors of the train erupt every wall of the attic, pulling you out of your thoughts. Startled, you glance out the window to find that it is not the train at all you owe this rukkus to, but the upset clouds. Flashes of lightning burn the sky alight as rain beats down the busy street. 

You turn back to the desk and shut the book. That’s enough snooping for a night. You still have that first aid kit to find. Rummage through the drawers, you finally find a little tin of bandages under a box of rose and emerald ink pots. Teeth between the thin paper, you rip open the little bandage and wrap it around your thumb. However, it seems like once one wound is taken care of, another flames. 

Aching, your heart sits heavy in your chest. You take a deep breath, hands too shaky to return the kit back beneath the ink pots. The action seems to push the numb pain to your gut. A little whimper escapes you. You lean on the edge of the desk, inhaling sharply. You’re still breathing, you try to remind yourself. And that should be a comforting fact if your pussy didn’t begin aching as well. With a shaky gasp, you press your thighs together and wonder why the thought of being bent over this very desk seems to be unfathomably appealing right now. 

Your fingers hover over the pearl buttons of your dress; it suddenly seems awfully tight in this hot room. Wait- when did the room get so ho- “Agh,” you whine as another pang of pain makes you needier. 

The newfound heat suffocates skin, hands moving fast to push that blue dress off your shoulders. It doesn’t hit the ground before you start to discard your bra and panties as well. Still, your body burns with a desire to be overtaken. It’s as if you’ve been edged all day, left half finished and ready to finally unravel. Desperate to feel just that, you slide a hand down to your aching pussy. It clenches emptily, yearning for Taehyung's huge cock. God, it’s been too long since he last stretched you out. Nothing can ever quite compare to his size, your fingers and vibrator a weak excuse for anything besides clitoral pleasure.

Rubbing at your clit, you try to soothe the craving for him now. However, the pain only seems to intensify. It’s as if your body knows it’s not your own hand you crave, but Taehyung’s. And where is he now to graze your folds between his fingers and tease with little praises? You can just see him peeking up from between your legs, tongue poking out of his lips and breath fanning over your heat. And you’d push yourself up into him. So, he’d smirk and chuckle, and tell you to be patient or he won’t do anything at all. You can even hear him now, taunting at your desperate, half-naked state in the very section of the house he told you to never enter. 

“What did I say about looking through my things?” 

Hand cupping your heat, your attention snaps to the door. Taehyung leans against the doorframe, the candlelight sculpting his features sharply. His name leaves you in a whisper as you begin to wonder how desperate you are to have resorted to hallucinations? Maybe you should really call him if your mind’s gone this far. But, as you attempt to move around the desk, another shot of pain holds you back. You gasp a quiet cry and harshly rub circles around your clit. 

Concern colours Taehyung’s features. “Sweetheart,” he calls, rushing over to you. You’re about to pride your mind on such a vivid and accurate imagination when you feel his large hands settle on your arms. Soft and cold, he holds you tight and guides your hunched over frame onto the desk. Shrugging his coat off, he drapes it over your shoulders and asks, “What’ve you done to yourself?” 

“You’re here?” 

“I’m here,” he smiles. 

A breathless chuckle bubbles out of you as your hands wrap around his neck. Your arousal slicked hands stain his shirt, but he doesn’t seem to mind, pulling you into a tighter hug. “You shouldn’t have come in here,” he mutters between peppering little kisses in the crook of your neck. 

His vanilla cedar scent coddles your heart and aches your bones. You whimper into his shoulder at how quickly the pain intensifies from a single whiff. Taehyung pulls half an inch away, concerned and confused. With his forehead resting against yours, he licks his lips and you can’t think of a better use for that tongue if not to lick at your pussy. The pain shoots at you again just as your thoughts become interesting. You swallow your whimpers as he brushes your hair out of your face.

His gaze falls to your bare chest before lingering around your pussy. Suddenly aware of your nakedness, you shyly press your thighs together. Every inch of you just wants to beg him for his cock already, no matter if you're bent on his desk or pressed against the window. You just need him on you, in you, touching every part of you. 

The courage to ask for what you want finally presents itself when he shifts his gaze to something behind you. You sneak a glance over your shoulder to find that open book. A little sigh escapes him and he returns his attention to you with a little smirk. “You missed me this much,” he teases, caressing your cheek, “that you just had to cast a mating spell, hmm?” 

Is that what that was? You weren’t even sure you could read it before it rearranged. You’re about to apologize when the pain cinches your words in your throat. Doubling over, you rest your head against his shoulder and whine, “Ah, Tae!” 

He wraps his arms around you, further engulfing you in his scent and you don’t think you can take much more of this. Whatever this mating spell is, you’re sure it’s not supposed to be tearing you apart. Clutching on the collar of his shirt, you mumble, “I need you, Tae. I need your mouth and fingers and- I just need you so bad.” 

You wish you can say you hate the way his eyes glisten with power. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he knew exactly how you were feeling and was just waiting for you to say it. He’s told you before that the sight of you so needy always awakes something dark within him. He loves to watch you whine and quiver. 

His hold on your face tightens as his fingers dig into your skin. You swallow thickly, another whine escaping from the mere thought of those fingers deep in you. He licks his lips before asking, “What do you need me to do so bad, sweetheart?” 

He trails his fingers down your neck, past your collarbone and the valley of your breasts; waiting, watching. When all you can muster is his name in a little mewl, he whispers, peppermint breath fanning over your face, “Do you want to start on your knees?” 

“Anything,” you gasp, tugging on his shirt. You just need him close, need him now. “We can do it anyway you want, just please fuck me already.” 

Surprise alights his eyes for a moment. Never have you spoken this crassly, without his cock already deep in you that is. He chuckles, on the verge of teasing you about it when another pained whimper escapes you. Taehyung settles his large hands on your thighs. Leaning in, he brushes his nose against yours then places a soft kiss upon the corner of your lips. “I know it hurts, sweetheart, but I can’t do much if you don’t tell me exactly what you want.” 

You pause for a moment, wondering how much clearer you could be. Usually, a declaration to be riled is enough to set him off. You’re never the one guiding him as he always insists on guiding you. He says it's because he loves how obedient you suddenly become when his dick is involved. And though you have tried to fight him on it in the past, there’s not much you can deny now. So, you bite back a whine until you have enough strength to order just above a whisper, “I need your mouth, Tae. You’re fingers too. Honestly, anything will do just as long as you're tasting me.” 

He bites back a chuckle as he lowers himself to his knees. Spreading your legs, he urges you to lean back a bit. The gesture pushes a variety of books and pens to the floor. Neither of you can be too bothered, however, with his face inches away from your pussy. 

Holding your gaze, Taehyung dives in. You expect him to lick a long strip up your pussy to start, as he always does, only to have him suction his lips around your clit. Either way, you’re sure the pain withers away. A relieved gasp echoes in the small room as you throw your head back. You can barely even feel the previous ache when he releases your clit to lap up your wetness. All you can focus on is how you missed his warm tongue. 

“Oh fuck, just like that,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut. Your hips roll up to meet his tongue, body craving more of him. 

“Keep talking to me, baby,” he mutters around a mouthful of pussy. “How fast do you want it?”

You run a hand through his hair and hold on tight. “Fast!” Taehyung groans against you, making your heart flutter enough for you to forget what more you wanted to say. Until a small ache pokes at your gut again. With a whine, you reply, “I need your fingers. I need you to shove them in me and lick me and make me cum. Fuck, Tae, just please make me cum.” 

Taehyung circles two fingers around your tight, little hole, muttering, “About time you remembered your manners.” 

Not much strength lives in you to tell him that you’ll remember your manners when he finally lets you come along with him to whatever “important business” that’s taken him this long. And even if you could speak, all you can really think about is how you missed his fucking fingers. So long and slender, they slide into you so far and curl just right.The pain dissipates and you throw your head back with a loud moan. You’re not sure what this spell was, but you’re thankful for it if it means bringing Taehyung back home. 

You attempt to ride his face again only to have him remove his lips. He smirks up at you, amused gaze peeking through his blonde bangs. His fingers quicken and bash just where you need them.

“Taehyung,” you sigh. Voice breathless, strained with the return of that painful, greedy desire to unravel, you whine, “I need your mouth.” 

He chuckles. You shudder. Has he been gone so long that you’ve genuinely forgotten just how much you adored that laugh? You’ve never been able to process the duality of it, the cheerful tone sounding so deep and dark.

“And what do you want me to do about that?” 

Oh, right. The spell. It only seems to let him follow your orders. You make a mental note to tease him about it later, the gnawing ache of your gut begging to be eased. Still, under your breath, you mumble, “Must I hold your hand through this?”

Taehyung clenches his jaw. His eyes blink cold, hard and darken into vexation. If he could, he’d smack your pussy, bend you over for a spanking only to edge you thrice before finally letting you cum. At least, that’s what he did the last time you talked back. Instead, he resorts to glares and little reminders to “behave” since “the spell will break before the night is over.” 

You shiver with every moan as you sit up. A few more scrolls roll to the ground from the shift of your position, but you pay them no mind. As the thunder roars beyond the little library, you cup Taehyung’s wet smeared chin and guide him back onto his feet. 

“All I can ever think about,” you start, attempting to speak through your moans, “is all the time lost not getting fucked in that moving castle.” 

“It’s d-”

“Dangerous,” you finish. “More dangerous than a mating spell? Than this stupid libr- fuck, I think I’m close.” You fall forward to rest your head against his shoulders. Taehyung scoffs and you don’t need to glance at his handsome face to know he’s smirking. You can hear it. 

Hand shooting to his wrist, you stop his fingers mid-thrust. The spell’s pain lingers around your pussy, tightening your walls around him. It threatens its return as your orgasm slowly disappears. He whispers your name, but you only meet his gaze when you’ve bitten every needy whine back long enough to say, “I just want you to fuck me like you want me.” 

“What makes you think I don’t want you?”

A little whine slips past your lips. Taehyung’s expression softens and he shifts in place, likely feeling helpless when you don’t allow him to ease the ache. “You left, Tae,” you sigh. “You left me here. I want you to fuck me like you never did. I want you to replace your fingers with your cock and touch me like you love me.”

Taehyung pauses. “You think I don’t love you?” 

Though the answer is on the tip of your tongue, you know better than to tell him it now. Taehyung is no fun to fuck when he’s genuinealy upset. And if you are going to be rid of this unforsaken curse, you know that you’ll need to keep the rest of your thoughts to yourself. So you let go of his wrist and the spell compels his actions once more. 

Taehyung removes his fingers then rids himself of his clothes. You can’t seem to keep your hands from wandering over his chest and clutching onto his shoulders. He smiles at you and, though it’s small, that smile of his makes you wonder if perhaps you’ve ruined the entire mood and now he’ll only fuck you because he wants simply to help. 

Then he seizes your hips. You’re pulled forward until the length of his cock presses between your folds. He strokes his nose along your cheek, wet lips whispering, “I think the real issue is how you have trouble following orders.” Rolling his hips against yours, Taehyung groans into the crook of your neck. “It looks like I have to show you how it’s done.” 

You lose your fingers in his hair, clutching onto his bicep with your other hand. You missed how much he loved to tease. Lips biting into your collarbone, Taehyung reaches a hand between your bodies to align himself. A gentle push in and you’re exchanging praises. He’s definitely been gone too long if you’ve forgotten just how big he is. His mere tip stretches you enough to lose all words, incoherent affirmations taking their place instead. Eyes rolling back, you thrust up to try meeting his hips halfway, but Taehyung grounds you in place. 

A specific speed never left your lips and you just now realized that fast is in fact Taehyung’s default setting when it comes to fucking you into submission. All the pain you thought was returning feels as though it never arrived at all. You’re about to tell him to thrust harder when he clutches onto your neck. 

He stares into your desperate eyes, his own looking needier than usual - a fact he has never enjoyed admitting. “Do you know how many times I almost used this fucking spell?” he hisses as his thrusts become harsher. “Every night, I stare at that fucking page and think about how pretty you’d look when you’re full of my cock.” He growls a curse under his breath. The hand around your neck tightens just to let go. As it trails down your body to cup one of your bouncing breasts, he groans, “You look even more beautiful when you’re desperate for it. Did you know that?”

You let out a shaky moan. Hands sweaty, you try to maintain your grip on his shoulders as he plays with your body like a passtime. He thumbs your nipple, gazing down at how you arch your back and push yourself further against him. Breathless from the sheer sight, he picks up his pace. The desk scratches at the floor with every thrust. Your moans drown its sharp creaks as Taehyung buries his face between your breasts. Licking and biting, he feasts on you like he never left, like he does this every night and still can’t believe he has you. 

Cradling his head closer, you feel that once painful ache in your gut tighten, twist and slowly begin to beg for a chance to release. And you know he can feel you inching closer as well, little praises pouring out of him between his appreciation of your chest. 

“That’s my girl,” he rasps. “Taking my cock so well.” 

True, you’re annoyed it took a fucking spell to bring him back, but you’d be lying if his insistence of you being such a good girl didn’t just replace all your anger with affection. “Taehyung!” you cry. 

You’re about to ask for permission when you recall the fickle detail that you are the one calling the shots this time. Even still, you try to subside your urge to cum long enough to ask, “I-it’s okay to cum, right?” 

Taehyung laughs against your skin. He trails quick kisses back up to your lips, only to mutter moments later, much to your constant whining, “You don’t need to ask this time, sweetheart.” 

Like being doused with cold water, you allow yourself to come undone. Fingers digging into his skin, eyes rolling back, you scream out his name over and over again with the rhythm of his hips. Every new thrust adds to the quaking of your body. It breaks in your voice as you cry out for him. 

“Does that feel better?” he teases, voice husky and strained. If that isn’t enough indication that he’s close, the little twitch of his cock gives it away. “Is my dick enough or do you want me to cum too?” 

Nails imprinting into his skin, you try to meet his gaze. “If you don’t cum in me right now,” you start, breathless and desperate, “I swear I’ll cry.” 

Taehyung nudges his nose against yours before pressing his lips to yours. He lets you swallow all his moans as he pulls you close by your ass and holds you tight. Then, he bites your lip and fills you until you’re stuffed with more than just his giant cock.

A few more rushed kisses and sloppy thrusts are offered before Taehyung ceases all movement. He rests his head on your shoulder, fingers still sunk into the curves of your ass. Sweaty, heaving exhaustion overwhelms your senses. Pussy pulsing, you find that the longer Taehyung remains in you, the more twinges of that pain return. You know you should tell him that, only you’re worried that he’d go the moment he pulls out. He has served the purpose of the spell after all. 

Taehyung stands straighter now that his breath has returned to him. He shifts his hands from your ass to your hips and gently pulls out. A hiss escapes him. You feel empty all over again. 

Crossing your legs, you softly push his hands off your hips. It might just be best to make this easier on both of you, you wonder, and give him a chance to go. Maybe that way it won’t feel as though he’s abandoning you. 

“I guess you have to get back then,” you say as you hop off the desk. 

You both know he can sense your discomfort. “I can stay for a little while.”

Grabbing your dress off the ground, you ignore the emotion in his words. “Lucky me,” you mutter, turning back to find him inches away. 

Eyes locked, Taehyung maintains his sincerity. He tentatively wraps his arms around your waist and, when you don’t interject, presses you against his chest. “I’m- I-” he stutters for a moment before the words come together once more. “I thought leaving alone would be the safest. I didn’t think it would take this long.”

You shake your head. He’s missing the point. It shouldn’t take a spell to compel him to return. He shouldn’t have left you alone. “It shouldn’t matter how long it takes. I should always be there.” 

Taehyung falls silent. Guilt flashes in his eyes as he reverts them to the floor. Swallowing thickly, he meets your gaze again to mutter, “I just can’t risk losing you again.” 

“Then don’t leave me alone,” you whisper. 

Taehyung pulls you into a warm hug. A tearful apology is mumbled into your shoulder. You’re not very interested in it though. All you want is him; with or without a lover’s howl. 

note; please do not leave hate towards me or any other readers. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work without my permission.

[unorthodoxica]

So I needed to take a break from this digital painting--so i decided to redesign Danny Fenton and write out a lil' drabble on it because I wanna make my own fanon more complicated.

Taking a break from art by doing more art sounds stupid but I swear it's not. I promise.

Danny Fenton was sorta' familiar with the kinda' tedious process that was a Fenton-Hazmat.

It was annoying to put on, but he did it for curiousity's sake. And because of that same curiousity, he visited the lab a lot.

Take off the weathered shoes and baggy jeans, slide on the white rubbery jumpsuit, give up a sample of blood to the computer and put on the dark maneoprene gloves which always felt weird. Hot and cold at the same time almost. It was apperently an "artificial ecto-insulator that prevented ecto-contamination."

Then you would put on the mask--maneoprene too--and plug it into the computer, enter your BPM, eye color and a password to unlock the suit. You couldn't take anything but the mask off if you tried.

After that, you walk through the sci-fi doors and get sprayed by a gajillion water particles. It was really only annoying because it either sprayed you with too much force and you'd get knocked over and the motion detectors would keep registering you so it kept spraying or you'd be taken by surprise because the sensors glitch and you'd be caught off guard by the gajillion water particles.

Or both. In the order listed, but in reverse.

It usually only happened to Jack and Danny.

Now, it seemed trivial as Jack Fenton held the plugs almost reverently, Maddie Fenton--his wife and Danny's Mom--on standby as they stood at the edge of the warning border like Icarus and Dedalus with their metal wings.

The Ghost Zone portal, it was supposed to pierce a hole through two dimensions.

Ours, and the ghosts.

It was their biggest project yet, the culmination of years and years of work.

Jazz--Jasmine--stood next to him, waiting for what she thought another failure. Her Hazmat was the same color as their Mom's--albeit a little more vibrant. It set off a nice contrast with her neon-orange-hair.

A swift movement--his Dad plugging it in-- and a spark as it revved up, the whirring of electricity was clearly audible now, until...

Nothing.

It all powered down and Jazz's scoff seemed to higlight it. She always did have a bit of disdain for this stuff.

Her blue eyes softened though, as their parents seemed to sag and wilt and lose all energy.

Dad--with a feverent desperation--unplugged it and plugged it again.

And again.

And again.

Nothing. Not a lick.

"I--I suppose we'll need to work on it more, Maddie!" Jack smiled at them--and it was scary because this wasn't the overwhelming bravado that their father always seemed to exude.

It was wrong.

The two scientists awkardly shuffled past.

"So it didn't work?" Tucker Foley asked, his hat off as if paying his respects.

"No, my parents seemed so..."

"Gloomy? Depressed? Overwhelmingly Sad? As if they had lost all of their luster and determination like a fire ravaged their soul?" Sam Manson asked, tilting her head and jostling her dark-as-night hair.

"Uh, yeah. That."

The girl nodded, seeming satisfied as she chomped on a vegan burger.

Tucker put his beret back on his head and asked, "why don't you go fix it? Your Dad 'blathers on' about this stuff enough right?"

"Yeah... Not... Not today though."

"Woah, that sounds unreal."

Sam suddenly stood up, "so we're fixing it?"

"I don't really know that much. I only know some basic stuff--like how in possesion, your heartbeat slows down or that ghosts are like a snapshot of their wants--kinda like a combination of... What was that egyptian thing? Ba and Sheut, two parts of the soul? and that they're not sentient." He shrugged. "Y' know, basic stuff."

And it really was. When their parent's taught them Ectology, they had no foundation to stand upon because as they were wont to do, got caught up in ecto-conductive polymers and the practical applications of theoretical quantum physics in Ectology and the philosophies on souls--they forgot one damn thing.

To hand out the building blocks.

"'Shit?'" Sam asked, teasing.

"Sheut." Tucker defended.

"Meh."

Sam turned away from Tucker and polished off her burger, staring right at Danny. "But you want to fix it."

I sagged. "Yeah."

"Then how about we all just check it out? Finally wear those custom hazmats your parents got us."

Danny still looked a bit unsure, but it seemed to disappear from view, relplaced by a determined ice-cold stare.

Sam's Hazmat suit was a dark purple and she liked it, though, she thought it could use some modification to look more cybergoth.

Tucker's was a Day-Glo yellow that you could see from miles away.

Danny's was snow-white. Tucker questioned this. "Your favorite color's blue, isn't it?"

He looked away, embarassed, and they--Sam and Tucker--knew it was gonna be good.

"It... It looks sorta' like a sci-fi space suit."

The two burst out laughing--it wasn't particularly funny, and in hindsight seemed more obvious than not but, it lightened the mood. And Danny seemed to need it.

The boy smiled at them as they passed throught the door, the shower activating and drenching the suits.

Then they walked up to the portal, was it bigger?

"Woah, this is neat. Straight outta STARGATE. Is this a Stargate, Danny?"

Danny chuckled at Tucker--though now that he faced the Ghost Zone portal, it was harder--"nope."

Then he shrugged, "close though."

"So...why don't you go in, Danny?" Just to see. Check it over." Sam urged, a tiny encouraging smile on her face. She was really trying.

"Yeah... who knows what awesome stuff is in there," Tucker said, he had taken to wearing the mask as a beanie, while Sam left her's off.

Danny did too.

(Sometimes he wonders if this wouldn't be what this was if he had just kept that stupid thing on--would he be an Astronaut? Some other cool space related job, looking at the stars instead of bloodying his fists--was it blood?--everyday--tired and on the verge of burning out--would he have not had to stare in to that man's eyes as he died, staining his face red and plaguing his thoughts forever? He wished Clockwork would tell him. Or not. Maybe it was for the better he didn't know.)

He walked to the mouth, it was like a gaping maw--the mouth of a monster--or a cave's entance. It was dark in there, as if it was sucking up all the light.

He went in.

He stumbled.

He heard a beep. Then a crackle.

Electricity.

The next thing he knew, his life changed as a ghostly wail tore itself from his throat.

Was that cool? I don't know. It was fun though.

Anyway, more word vomit!

So for his civies, I didn't really want to change much except to make his shirt long-sleeved. There really wasn't much change there. The reason he's drenched is because Dash is a dick.

Now for the Hazmat, i never really wanted to change much besides making it a lot more floofy and baggy and loose. Since this is a Hazmat. The treadless shoes are both a pun for a very specific situation and also because I read a Hardy Boys book when I was 11 and they had these shoes without any sort of treads to prevent contamination.

I don't know if it's true at all. But it was in a book. So it must have been(sarcastic).

I also didn't want to draw them except I did so I have no excuse.

The process for the colors was pretty straightforward. I just inverted them. And made the red a little redder. And the ectoplasm a lttle bluer. Cuz inverted, it's a nice bright red burgundy.

Manesoprene is from Manes and Isoprene. Manes being the souls of their dead, and Isoprene as in it's polymer which is the main component of natural rubber. The doorway/washing station shower thing just seemed to make sense.

[the-project-and-the-ghost]

[NEW HOME]

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*click! The door is closed*

*the strange anthropomorphic mew-like creature drinks from a cup of warm tea... With no hands, he's using telekinesis to hold the cup and drink it, both his hands are not available at the moment as they're holding a weighted blanket around him*

*he leaves the cup on the table, only half is left and it's still kinda warm*

*the creature sighs, though not in a negative way*

??????: The tea and blanket really helped me a lot, i'm very thankful for your assistance, i can't really put into words how grateful i am for everything.

??????: And this house is, by the way, very pleasant-looking... I could live here for decades and not complain at all!

????: Me and Marybaby are always out buying stuff at midnight, it's very calming and overall just awesome, to walk around the city and buy whatever we need!

*the creature is immediately confused, weirded out and curious, what do these humans do and what's even up with some of them??? He must know, he must quench that thirst for knowledge*

??????: "Marybaby"?? Is that this supposed other human's name or, from what i heard from other humans, a "petname"?

????: It's a petname, we're a couple and- god you should meet her, she's made a change in my life and i'm forever happy it happened.

*well... That is... Something™*

??????: alright..? Well- do you have a name? A- a normal name, that is.

Adam: it's Adam Johnson, i have a surname but i think it would cast Confuse Ray on you haha-

Adam: what about you? I don't think you're a pokemon so what's your name?

*his calm pleasant demeanor is then dropped to reveal a less than happy face, this topic is definetly not very pretty for this guy, knowing his past*

??????: ... Well... It's... It's uhhhhmmmm... It's- it's complicated-

*the creature constantly stutters and tries to speak all while trying to not tell his "name" that his creators gave him... Right now he's failing miserably*

*he sighs and accepts defeat...*

??????: M e w t w o . . .

*Adam is quiet, no longer that cheerful kind human he met minutes ago...*

Adam: i can tell you hate that name, and a lot with how much it took to even say it...

*Adam then thinks for a second and... Bingo*

Adam: hey.

??????: hm..?

*the "mewtwo" creature looks up at Adam, clearly all ears... Does- does he even have ears? I dunno man, i can't see anything- these pokemon artists need to get it together sometimes man*

Adam: i'm gonna spit out random names and whatever name you like, you get to keep it, deal?

??????: if it means replacing that "name" my creators gave me, then go ahead...

Adam: nice! Alright let's see uhhhmmm...

*Adam thinks for... A while, apperently, seems like he's not that good at names... If any of you relate, i feel you dude*

Adam: Reed? How about that name?

??????: hmmmm... I'll think about it.

Adam: i can tell that one sucks ass- oh well, i tried.

*Adam shrugs as he says this*

*mewtwo sighs loudly, like he's given up*

Mewtwo: for now i guess i'm sticking with my "name"...

Mewtwo: hey Adam...

Adam: mm?

Mewtwo: do you mind if i stay? It's very calming and pleasant to be here, it feels safe... But if you don't like me being here, i can leave once i'm fully recovered-

Adam: please stay it'd be awesome, no excuses.

*mewtwo has his eyes wide open like someone just said the world's strongest and angriest rant ever, then he smiles softly and chuckles a bit*

Mewtwo: so be it, i'll stay.

[end.]

[emeraldwhump]

Baby Twins AU Part 2

AU where Sasha is much older than twins and took them much earlier so he has now found himself being in care of two three year olds.

Takes place a few weeks after the first part. Sasha learns that Lucien may not be the best babysitter (well in his opinion, twins were having a great time.)

masterlist <part 1>

Sasha, got an unexpected call from work while they're were in the middle of the drive from one hotel to another. So not having too many other options he left Vi and Cole with Lucien at the parking lot and honestly, he might have just as well left them alone.

Now he was hurrying back there with a new black eye, and overcame with the feeling that it was a bad idea, trying to convince himself that maybe Lucien had a sliver of responsibility and common sense in him. But Sasha wasn't very optimistic about that.

His car was one of the few parked there, Sasha recognized it instantly, because the back door was open and Lucien was standing outside, leaning on it. Sasha took a few more steps could hear what they were talking about.

"Where's Sashka?" Cole asked.

"I swear to god if you ask me that one more-" Sasha cleared his throat.

"I mean... Look he's here!" Lucien caught himself.

Sasha scoffed, he remembered that one time when Lucien asked him if the twins ever talked.

"They do, they just don't like strangers" Sasha answered then. Well, apparently they didn't see Lucien as a stranger anymore.

Lucien got out of the way, and Sasha leaned over to the inside of the car. He was greeted by two pairs of large green eyes staring at him.

He smiled at the kids and flinched when his face stung with pain. He hoped that the twins wouldn't take an interest in his eye, but of course that's immediately where their hands went.

"You have owie." Cole said.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." Sasha gently caught his hand before it reached his face.

Then Sasha noticed the rest of the scene - kids were sitting in the backseat, with the crumbs and wrappers all around them, as well as on them. Their hair were a mess too, but they were laughing and talking to each other, apperently very happy with the current situation.

Sasha sighed, he knew thirty minutes was way too long to leave them with Lucien... Alright, one problem at a time.

"Why they are not in their car seats?"

"They wanted to get out, I don't think they like them. Besides the car is parked." Lucien shrugged.

Sasha sat down next to them, brushing off the crumbs onto the ground first. Vi who was closer instantly stood up on the sit, and hugged him giving him a chance to look closer at her hair.

She had barely held together ponytails in seemingly random places on her head, along with a few hair ties tangled in them. There was also something sparkly in there... oh god please don't let it be-

Sasha ran his hand through her hair and a ton of shimmering dust fell off form it, colorful flakes were contrasting with the white of her hair.

"Do you like it?" Viv asked looking at him expectantly.

"Sure, pchyolka, it's very pretty." Sasha said and sat her down on his lap. "Can I braid it too?" She nodded and stared swinging her legs.

Sasha began struggling with one of the hair ties, trying to untangle it, he noticed that Cole was looking at him amused - his hair were shorter but also covered in glitter and standing in all possible directions.

"Don't look at me like that, you're next" He said, and turned to Lucien.

"What happened to them, and where did they got glitter from?"

"They wanted to play with each other's hair so I let them. They've found some in my bag."

"And you didn't think this could be a bad idea?"

"I thought it was a horrible idea, but they can be quite intimidating"

"They're three years old!" Sasha stared at him in disbelief.

"I don't know, they kind of have your death glare nailed already." Lucien shrugged again, and Sasha looked at him.

"See? The exact same one"

Sasha took a deep breath and wanted to go back to the mess on the kids heads, but he got distracted by all the wrappers laying around.

He picked up a few - chocolate bar, another chocolate bar, some candy, a can form some sugary drink was also in there. Sasha bent over to pick up the rest, but then he heard some rustling, he looked back at the twins, and saw them sharing a bag of chips.

"What the hell are they eating?!" Sasha turned to Lucien, horrified.

"They were complaining that they were hungry so I got them something." Lucien answered, annoyingly calm.

"And couldn't you get them some fruits or vegetables?"

Sasha felt Cole move closer, the boy reached his hand offering him some of the chips.

"You want it too?" He asked, unsure.

"No thank you, solnyshko" Sasha said and leaned over to kiss the top of the boy's head, but remembered all the glitter it was covered with, so he kissed his forehead instead. Sasha looked at them and sighed again.

"Alright malyshi I'm going to clean you up into something human looking, and we'll go get some real food."

Tagging a few people ( let me know if you would like me to not to tag you in the future)

@hurting-fictional-people @whumpy-arts-and-crafts @whump-world @egg-writes-whump @winedark-whump @dont-touch-my-soup

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Match Made in Heaven - Harry Potter

Title: Match Made in Heaven Pairing: Harry Potter x Granger!Reader Summary: Harry spends most of his days living amongst muggles to avoid the fame that follows him in the wizard world. Concealing his identity isn’t a problem until he falls in love with a muggle that seems all too familiar. A/N: For the anon that wanted Harry falling in love with a granger!reader without knowing she’s Hermione’s sister. This is noncanon compliant, as Hermione never obliviates her family. Feedback is always welcome and requests are open!

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Harry spends far more time in muggle London than he ever imagined he would. He rents a decent sized flat in a muggle apartment building, shops in muggle clothing and food stores, and he even finds himself taking the tube or bus over apperating or the Floo Network. Harry loves magic and he loves being a wizard, but after spending the first 18 years of his life in the wizard world limelight, he craves a sense of normalcy.

In the muggle world he isn’t Harry Potter the boy who lived. He’s Harry Potter, the guy I sat next to on the tube. Or Harry Potter, my quiet neighbor who always says hello. In the muggle world he’s just Harry Potter, and he really likes that. He likes being able to go to a restaurant for a meal without being asked for his autograph, and he can buy his boxer briefs without being stopped for a picture.

Of course, he’s still fully involved in the Wizarding World. He pops into Diagon Alley for all of his magical shopping from time to time, he has a drink at the Leaky Cauldron with the boys from school every Saturday, he has a job at the ministry that he loves and every Sunday he conceals a random field in the country side so he can spend hours chasing around a golden snitch on his firebolt. Harry has even popped into Hogwarts for guest lectures or just to see Hagrid.  And of course, he’s at the Burrow frequently, whether it’s for a major holiday, birthday or just for dinner on a random weekday.

Harry doesn’t hate the wizarding world he just prefers the anonymity living in the muggle world gives him. So, it really only makes sense that he falls in love with a muggle girl too.

“If you ask me there’s far too many options for something as simple as milk. Milk is milk, is it not?”

Harry turns to look at the young woman standing next to him at the grocery store, and his jaw practically drops when she does the same. This woman is by far, the most beautiful woman Harry has ever seen. There’s something familiar about her, and yet he can’t quite figure out what it is. She gives him a warm smile, and Harry does his best to return it.

“I agree wholeheartedly,” he says with a nervous chuckle. “I sometimes grab a different brand hoping to notice some kind of difference and there never is.”

She laughs, turning to look back at the milk. “Well what’s your go to then? I’ll try yours if you try mine?”

Harry bites his lip. This is by far the strangest interaction he’s ever had with a muggle, but he finds is quite enjoyable. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

Harry and the woman both reach into the cooler case, and their hands brush when they reach for the same bottle of milk. Harry pulls his hand away quickly, a slight blush painting his cheeks. The woman turns to look at him, the warm smile still on her face.

“Clearly you have great taste in dairy products,” she says playfully, and Harry can’t believe that a woman this beautiful is flirting with him. She grabs the bottle they both had gone for and hands it to Harry.

“You know what they say, great minds think alike,” he jokes, nodding in appreciation as he grabs the milk. He places it in his hand basket and watches as she grabs her own bottle. “I’m Harry,” he introduces.

The young woman turns to face him as she places the milk in her own basket. “I’m Y/N, it’s wonderful to meet you Harry.”

Y/N stretches her hand out and Harry grabs it, trying to ignore the spark of electricity that runs up his arm at the contact. As their handshake ends the woman gives him a wave, but Harry grabs her arm lightly as she turns to leave. “Wait, Y/N. Would you like to get dinner with me? Tomorrow night.”

Harry is just as surprised by his boldness as Y/N is. He’s usually not one to be so outgoing, but he’s become fascinated with this woman in the few short minutes they’ve known each other, and he has to see her again.

“I would love that,” she responds, the warm smile that Harry is already fond of returning.

“Brilliant,” he says, smiling back at Y/N. “There’s this diner that I love that’s not far from here. It’s called Barney’s, maybe you’ve heard of it?.”

Y/N chuckles. “I know Barney’s. I go there like, once a week.” She pauses. “Same favorite milk brand and same favorite restaurant? I think maybe we’re a match made in Heaven, Harry.”

Harry blushes and scratches at the back of his neck. “Perhaps so. I’ll meet you there tomorrow? Say 7:30?”

“I’ll see you then.”

-

“You’re going on a date?” Ron asks Harry in surprise the next day at work.

Ron and Hermione are always trying to convince Harry to move to Diagon Alley above Flourish and Blotts so they can be neighbors. They’re always telling him how quiet it is, how their owl doesn’t seem out of place to their neighbors and how nice it is to be surrounded by people that are like them. One of their efforts to convince him to move is to invite him over for dinner at least once a week. Ron has just invited Harry over, and he respectfully declined.

Harry rolls his eyes at Ron. “Why is that such a surprise.”

“No offense mate, but you don’t exactly have the best track record with women,” Ron points out with a chuckle.

Harry narrows his eyes at Ron. “Either way,” he says, not wanting to admit Ron is right, “I’ve got a date tonight so I’m going to have to skip out on dinner.”

“Fair enough, mate. So, who’s the lucky lady? A bird we went to school with?” Ron asks, knowing Hermione will want all of the details.

Harry shrugs. “Just a muggle I met last night at the grocery store.”

Ron gives Harry a look of surprise. “Last night? You met a girl and asked her out in the same night? That’s definitely a first for you.”

“Oh, shove it. You act like you’re the king of romance or something. How many years did it take you to grow a pair and ask Hermione out?” Harry teases, dodging the rolled-up ball of parchment Ron tosses at him. “We bonded over the fact that we like the same type of milk.”

“Muggles are weird man,” Ron says with a laugh, turning back to the pile of work on his desk.

-

“So, what do you do for work?” Y/N asks, taking a sip of her drink.

Harry takes a sip of his own drink to give himself time to think of an answer. This is the only downside of living amongst muggles: trying to figure out how to explain the magical parts of his life. He somehow managed to stutter through a decent explanation as to why he keeps an owl as a pet, but he always gets nervous when it comes to his career.

“I work in law enforcement,” he responds a moment later. “I’m a detective of sorts.”

Y/N raises her eyebrows. “Wow, that’s quite impressive. Being a detective at such a young age. I bet you’re a natural.”

Harry blushes, and takes a bite of his food to hide it. He’s almost glad that Y/N can’t know the truth about the more magical bits of his life. Being an Auror is less impressive when you know that Harry didn’t even graduate from school and was able to walk onto his job because someone decided that Harry would be his downfall when he was only an infant. “What about you? What do you do for work?”

“I’m working part time at the public library while I finish up medical school,” Y/N explains with a smile.

Harry scoffs playfully. “You’re sitting over there knowing you’re in medical school and calling my career impressive? You are far too humble, Y/N.” Harry feels a sense of pride when Y/N blushes and looks away. “So why medical school?”

Y/N shrugs, trying to brush off Harry’s kind words. “Both of my parents are dentists, and I wanted to make them proud. I spent a lot of time with them growing up, hanging out in the office. I watched them help person after person and it was inspiring. Made me realize I want to do the same thing.”

Harry absolutely melts at Y/N’s words. Harry has lived his whole life trying to make his parents proud. They gave their lives to help keep the wizarding world safe and all Harry wants to do is the same.

He clears his throat. “Seems we have that in common as well.”

“Your parents are dentists?” she asks with a laugh.

Harry laughs as well, shaking his head slightly. “My parents worked in a law enforcement type field. They were killed, when I was young because of it. They dedicated their lives to keeping me, and countless others safe. And all I’ve wanted to do since I was a little kid was make them proud and do the same.”

Y/N gives Harry a sad smile as she reaches out to touch the hand he has resting on the table. Harry allows her to intertwine their fingers, smiling when she squeezes them lightly. “That’s amazing, Harry,” she says softly. “You seem like an amazing person, and I’m sure they’re proud of you.”

That night when Harry gets home he pens out a quick letter to Ron, the feeling of Y/N’s lips on his as they kissed goodnight still fresh in his mind.

I think I’m in love.

-

“Harry? What are you doing here?” Y/N whispers, unable to keep herself from giggling.

It’s been a few days since his date with Y/N and Harry hasn’t been able to get her out of his head. He recounted the date several different times to both Ron and Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley had even asked him about it when he went to the Burrow for dinner. Each time he thought back to what happened he found himself getting happier and even though he and Y/N were going to see each other that night, Harry needed to see her again. So, on his lunch break he picked up some coffee and headed to the London Public Library.

Harry holds up the cups of coffee, a smile spreading across his face. “Got time for some coffee?”

Y/N returns his smile and nods. She comes out from behind the desk she had been working at and gestures for Harry to follow her. Y/N leads him out of the library and over to her favorite bench in the courtyard. It’s under a great big willow tree, and Y/N often spends hours out here, just enjoying the warm summer breeze, thinking about nothing.

“I didn’t think I’d see you until tonight,” Y/N says, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled around them.

Harry shrugs, taking a sip of his coffee to keep from getting flustered. “I wanted to see you again, and I couldn’t wait until tonight,” he admits honestly.

In lieu of responding, Y/N touches Harry’s cheek lightly and leans in to kiss him. Their lips move together softly, and when their kiss breaks both of them are blushing slightly. “I’ve been dying to see you again as well.”

Harry bites his lip before he leans in to kiss Y/N again briefly. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind,” he murmurs, pressing their lips together again.

There are only a few people in his life that Harry has ever immediately felt comfortable around, and not very many of them are female. Whenever he’s around a woman he has a romantic interest in, Harry tends to get all clammy, and he works himself up so much he doesn’t know what to say. But he’s never felt that same awkwardness with Y/N. Ever since they first locked eyes Harry felt a sense of familiarity with her, and he feels like he can say anything around her.

Y/N smiles against Harry’s lips, her brain fuzzy. She hasn’t stopped thinking about him since that night at the grocery store. She wasn’t one to usually strike up a conversation with a stranger, but when she saw Harry just standing there she felt this need to talk to him.

“I’m gonna be honest with you,” she says with a quiet chuckle when their kiss breaks.  “I never thought we’d get this far.”  When Harry knits his eyebrows together in confusion, Y/N brings a hand up to cup his cheek. “When I saw you in the store that night I thought you were cute, and I had to say something to you. And then I just started waffling on about milk. I figured it would freak you out or something.”

Harry laughs, and grabs the hand Y/N had placed on his cheek so he can intertwine their fingers. “I’m not gonna lie, I did find it a bit odd. But in an endearing sort of way,” he adds, not wanting to make Y/N feel insecure. “You are by far the most interesting and beautiful person I’ve ever met before. And I’ve met some weird people, so I’d take that as a compliment.”

“You don’t really mean that,” Y/N responds playfully, lightly shoving Harry’s shoulder. “You’re just trying to get in my head, throw me off my game so you win at minigolf.”

Harry laughs and squeezes Y/N’s hand. “You’re on to me, love. You’re bloody on to me.”

-

“Do you think I should tell her?” Harry muses, looking up at Ron and Hermione. They’re eating lunch together in the cafeteria at the ministry, and Harry’s mind keeps wandering to Y/N.

“Tell who what?” Ron asks, his words muffled by the food in his mouth.

Hermione hits Ron’s arm, rolling her eyes playfully. “Harry’s obviously talking about Y/N, Ron. Considering she’s all he talks about these days.”

Harry blushes. “Anyway,” he drawls, not wanting to acknowledge that Hermione is right. “I’ve been thinking about telling her about me. Ya know, that I’m a wizard.” Hermione drops her fork and Ron looks at him wide eyed. “What?”

“Harry you know you can’t do that,” Hermione scolds. “It’s against wizard law to reveal yourself to a muggle.”

“Well you can if you marry them,” Ron adds, causing Hermione to pinch his arm. “Ow, what was that for?” he asks, rubbing the spot.

“Harry hasn’t even asked Y/N to be his girlfriend yet, marriage is certainly not an option for him right now and I don’t want you putting ideas into his head, Ronald,” Hermione retorts.

“And who said the idea wasn’t already in his head,” Ron responds, gesturing wildly towards Harry. “He’s been in love with her since their first date.”

Hermione turn to Harry then. “I’m sorry, what?”

Harry shrugs his shoulders, a sheepish look on his face. “She’s the most amazing person I’ve ever met, Hermione. How could I not be in love with her?”

“You’ve only been seeing her for a few weeks, Harry,” Hermione says softly. “I just think it’s far too early to say you’re in love with her.”

“I know what I feel,” Harry insists, his tone becoming harsh.

Hermione gives Harry a look. “If you really love her then why not make things official? Then you can revisit the whole wizard thing in a year or so.”

Harry looks down, picking at his napkin. “It’s not that I don’t want to make things official. But the more I let her in the harder it is to explain away the magical parts of my life.” When Hermione places her hand on top of his Harry looks up at her. “I already have to hide so much from her. I’m afraid that if I lie even more she’ll just get tired of it and leave.”

“Harry,” Hermione says sadly, squeezing Harry’s hand. “I know, it’s scary. But I don’t think now is the right time to reveal everything to her. And if she feels as strongly for you as you do her, then you have nothing to worry about.”

“Yeah, okay,” Harry agrees reluctantly, wanting to move on. “So, how are the plans for the engagement party coming along?”

-

“What’s on your mind, love? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight,” Y/N comments, looking up at Harry.

Harry leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead. It’s been a few days since his conversation with Ron and Hermione and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it. Deep down he knows that Hermione is right, that he should wait to tell her about him. But he also knows how strongly he feels for her already, and that he wants to let her in to every part of his life.

“Just been thinking about you. Us,” he says a moment later, pulling her closer into his chest. They’re cuddled up on Harry’s couch, watching some film he hasn’t paid an ounce of attention to.

Y/N hums and sits up so she can properly look at Harry. “Thinking good things, I hope.” Her tone is light, but Harry can tell there’s a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Harry reaches out and lightly grips Y/N’s chin so he can bring their faces together and press a sweet kiss to her lips. “Always good thoughts when I’m thinking of you,” Harry says softly as he pulls away. “I know we’ve only been seeing each other for a few weeks but,” Harry pauses, taking a deep breath. “I love you, Y/N. Even if it’s far too early to say that and you don’t feel the same quite yet.”

“Oh Harry,” she whispers, before closing the gap between them. Y/N kisses Harry slowly, trying to reassure him and convey all of her feelings for him at the same time. “I love you too,” Y/N murmurs when they finally break apart. “I knew we were destined to be together the moment we reached for the same milk,” she jokes.

Harry chuckles and kisses her again briefly. “If you’re going to be with someone for the rest of your life it’s imperative you have the same taste in dairy products.”

“Rest of your life?” Y/N asks quietly, a pink blush on her cheeks.

Harry sputters, his face heating up as well. “I. I well. Um. Y-you know. I um.”

Y/N giggles at how flustered Harry is and presses a kiss to his cheek. “It’s okay, love. While I’m not saying we should run out and get married right now, I’m not opposed to that happening with us someday in the future.”

Harry smiles at Y/N, his heart fluttering in his chest. While it’s not a marriage proposal, it’s the promise of something more and it’s good enough for Harry. “Are you busy Sunday evening? I’ve got this party thing to go to in the afternoon but there’s something I want to show you.”

“I’ve got this family thing for most of the day. I’m not sure when it’ll be over, but I can sneak away, make time for you,” Y/N responds sweetly.

Harry kisses Y/N hard, the movie they had put on long forgotten.

-

“Harry! There you are!” Hermione greets excitedly, coming over to hug Harry. He arrived at The Burrow for Hermione and Ron’s engagement party well over an hour ago, but both of his friends had been busy talking to their other guests. So, he just grabbed a drink and milled about, occasionally stopping to talk to people from school.

“Hermione,” Harry greets, returning her hug. “You look wonderful. You’re glowing.”

Hermione blushes and releases Harry from her hug, choosing to grab his hand instead. “Come with me. I want you to meet some of my family.”

Harry follows behind Hermione dutifully, finishing off the rest of his drink for a bit of liquid courage. He would have been happy sticking to the shadows for the rest of the afternoon so he could slip away to meet up with Y/N, but he’s going to be the best man at the wedding in a few months, so he should probably mingle for just a bit before he heads out early.

“You remember my parents, right?” Hermione asks as they reach a small group of people.

Harry nods and releases Hermione’s hand so he can shake her parent’s hands. “Of course. Dr. Granger, Dr. Granger. It’s wonderful to see you again.”

“And this is my sister,” Hermione says, causing Harry to look at the girl who has just arrived.

Harry turns to shake her hand, but all of the air gets sucked out of his lungs and his mouth runs dry. “Y/N?” Harry asks, surprised.

“Harry?” Y/N responds, sounding just as shocked as he does.

“What are you doing here?” They both ask at the same time, causing them to erupt in a fit of giggles.

“I went to school with Hermione and Ron, they’re my best friends in the entire world,” he explains, trying to ignore the fact that everyone around them is starting. “Hermione’s your sister?” When Y/N nods Harry continues. “That’s why you seemed so familiar when I first met you. You guys have the same eyes.”

“Care to let the rest of us in on what’s going on?” Ron asks, looking between Y/N and Harry.

Harry reaches out and grabs Y/N’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “Y/N is the girl I’ve been seeing the past few weeks.”

After Y/N and Harry explain their whirlwind romance to Ron, Hermione and the small crowd of Weasley’s and Grangers that has gathered around them, they sneak off together to the corner of the large tent, leaving quite a few perplexed people behind them.

“I can’t believe you’re the Harry. The one I’ve heard about practically non-stop since I was 13,” Y/N teases as they take a seat at an abandoned table.

Harry blushes, squeezing Y/N’s fingers. “I can’t believe Hermione never mentioned having an older sister.”

“From what I remember you three were always getting into trouble back at school. She probably just didn’t have the time,” Y/N muses with a laugh. Y/N pauses, reaching up to cup Harry’s cheek. “I can’t believe that out of all the times we could have met, we finally met in the milk section of our local Tesco.”

Harry laughs at that and he turns his head so he can press a kiss to Y/N’s palm. “I’ve been stressing for weeks about whether or not I should tell you the truth about me. About what I am and who I am. And as it turns out that was all for nothing because you already knew all about it, even if you didn’t realize it.”

Y/N leans forward and kisses Harry lightly. “I kind of had a bit of an inkling that you we’re just some normal bloke,” Y/N admits sheepishly.

“What gave it away?” Harry asks in shock. “I thought I was pulling it off quite well,” he huffs.

Y/N rolls her eyes playfully. “Harry, love you have a pet owl in the middle of London. That’s a bit of an odd pet to keep. Unless you’re a wizard.”

Harry chuckles. “Alright you got me there.” Harry pauses, frowning slightly. “Although this ruins my plan of sneaking off early to see you so I could tell you I’m a wizard. I guess we’ll have to just stick it out until the end of the party.”

Y/N glances over her shoulder at Hermione and Ron. “I dunno, my sister and Ron seem quite busy,” she comments with a grin. “There’s so many other people here, do you think they would notice if we slipped away?”

Harry returns Y/N’s grin before he kisses her briefly. “Even if they do, who cares? I’m sure I’ll get an earful from them tomorrow either way.”

Y/N and Harry sneak out of the tent hand in hand, ready for whatever curveball life throws at them next.