#This message was brought to you by: Procrastination

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Tick, tock

The flow of time never stops Even when they're gone

Tick, tock

The day begins.

We set up the table We bring out the food

Tick, tock

We wait and we keep waiting

for people who won't return

Tick, tock

But still, we wait It's an endless wait

Tick, tock

We clear the uneaten dishes We clear our own plate

Tick, tock

We water their plants We dust their room

Tick, tock

The day ends.

We lie on their bed Lacking their scent and warmth

Tick, tock

Memories may fade but the body still remembers

Tick

Tock

Still we follow the ticking of the clock

Tick

Why were we doing this again?

Tock

Ah, there goes the clock. Time to take our places.

Loving them never really stopped

[aestherin]

KEEP MY HEART

goal 32: you but in meow

NOTE: i finally finished despite procrastinating hehe this was sitting in my drafts for more than a week help me 😭

You probably should have told Scaramouche that you have already arrived at the home address he sent.

If you did so, maybe you wouldn’t be outright welcomed by his mother instantly opening the door after a few knocks.

You’ve already seen her before during some of their games, albeit from a far distance. She looked pretty from afar, yes. But she was heavenly up close. With her long deep violet locks weaved into a simple braid, her perfect skin that gives no evidence of her being a mother of a boy already in college, and her electrifying eyes… you’re starting to realize where Scaramouche got the godly genes from.

“Good afternoon, uh— madam?” You greeted awkwardly. “I’m here to visit Scara, no, Kunikuzushi. He’s a… friend!”

At your introduction, the older woman let you inside their home and motioned you to sit on the sofa. She swiftly made her way back and forth the kitchen and provided you with a tray containing some drinks and some snacks.

You told her that she didn’t have to, but she only smiled in response. As she sat down in front of you, you started to drink from the glass, only so that you can find something to distract yourself from the awkwardness.

“So that’s why your built looked familiar. You’re probably the same woman I saw in the pictures with my son. You’re his girlfriend, right?”

You coughed.

Before you can even reply, Scaramouche’s mother motioned upstairs. “Nevermind that, I don’t want to keep you for long. My son’s room is upstairs, first door from the left.”

“Also,” she lightly muttered as you were getting ready to go upstairs. “Please do treat my son well. I’ve put him through a lot, you see.”

An apologetic smile was plastered on his mother’s face. Was this what Scaramouche meant when he was messaging you? Was his mother somehow enlightened and came to a realization about their issues? You wanted to know, but you didn’t want to pry.

Besides, the main reason why you came here was so that you could uplift Scaramouche’s mood.

“I will.”

Meanwhile, Scaramouche was cooped up in his room, restless. He’d admit it to no one, but anxiety was slowly creeping in his heart at your lack of replies to his message. Why did you suddenly stop replying? Were you getting to him safely? Did you somehow get lost and went to some place with no reception?

‘Damn it, I should’ve just picked her up,’ he thought.

‘Should I call her?’

‘But what if —‘

Three knocks brought his thoughts to a halt. “Kuni? It’s me, [Name].”

Of course it’s you. You're the only one allowed to call him that anyway.

Heavy and hurried footsteps stemmed from the other side of the door once you made your presence known.

“[Name],” he breathed immediately upon swinging his door.

You were welcomed by his disheveled yet still attractive appearance as well as the sight of his room — simple yet stylish with tints of mainly white, black, and blue. The room looked so cold, yet the comforts of his white bed helped it seem warmer. Apart from that however, a warm and furry feeling on your legs also welcomed you.

“Meow.”

You broke eye contact with Scaramouche and instead took a peek at what the little ball of black fur was doing below. His cat (as you assumed) was now cuddling you, purring restlessly against your feet.

“That’s weird.”

“Huh?”

“He usually doesn’t like strangers,” Scaramouche said.

He then eyed you as you crouched down to pick up his cat. “Well you see Kuni, they said cats tend to mirror the personalities of their owner.”

“Who the fuck even said that?” He raised his brow. “And even if that’s true, so what?”

“Well you like me, so of course Scarameow likes me.”

Scaramouche huffed. “Scarameow?”

“You didn’t give him a name, right? I feel bad not calling him anything, so I just thought of that on the spot.” You grinned. “Besides, it seems like he likes it.”

You cut yourself off by lightly poking the black cat’s nose. “Don’t you, Scarameow?”

The man just sighed at the approving purr of his own pet. He was left speechless by how easily his cat warmed up to you. It really weirded him out, considering that it was the very same cat that always just hisses at other people aside from his owner.

“But why that… horrendous name?”

You looked back at him only to flash a disapproving frown. “Horrendous? Isn’t it cute?”

“No.”

“What?” You gasped. “Can’t you see he’s literally a cat version of you?”

“It’s like he’s you… but in meow…”

He speedily brought his palm up to his lips in an attempt to conceal something. It was a poor attempt, however, as the muffled noises he tried so hard to stop forced their way out.

And for the first time in so long, he finally laughed.

KEEP MY HEART — scara x reader smau

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Devil's Night, 1946 - James Patrick March

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Many years have passed since you and March have split up, meeting again in the Hotel Cortez when you need him to do a simple task he's been procrastinating on for years... distractions happen

CW: smut, porn with WAY too much plot, fingering, angry sex, p in v, possessive!james, dom!james (kinda), sub!reader (kinda), a slap to the cooter

A/N: they're both vampires it's mentioned like twice it really doesn't matter lmao. Pretend women have some more rights in 1946. I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS ON HIS BDAY BUT ALAS... life.

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The Hotel Cortez hasn’t changed in the slightest since the last time she saw it.

It still was bustling with guests and patrons, with loud chatter at the bar and silent gossiping in the sitting area. There was a couple seated in one of the love seats, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears.

The sight made Y/N grimace. 

It reminded her of how things used to be. How things were between Y/N and James Patrick March, the owner of the establishment. They were practically glued at the hip, her painted black nails always gazing his skin, his hand always firmly on her lower back. Always together. In love.

That was long in the past. 

Striding towards the front desk, Y/N eyed the little receptionist up and down, “Hello, is Mr. March in tonight?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the receptionist, her name tag reading Laura, replied. “He’s currently in a meeting in his office. How may I help you?”

“I wish to see him. Now,” 

Laura raised a brow, awkwardly clearing her throat, “He’s in his meeting, ma’am, he might take some time. If you’re in a rush, you can write him a message?”

Y/N rolled her eyes in annoyance, lips curling into a sneer, “Tell him to wrap it up. His wife would like to speak to him,”

____

Within minutes, Laura was ushering her into the office of James Patrick March. 

Like Y/N expected, as soon as James was aware of her presence, he had kicked everyone out of his office, eager to see her. He was seated at his desk, a cigar between two long fingers, wearing his usual white button down, black suspenders, dress pants, and shoes combo. To accompany it was his carefully gelled hair. Y/N remembered doing it for him every morning, a little bonding experience the two of you used to have. 

“It’s been a long time, my dear,” he finally said after a moment, his usual James March smirk appearing on his annoyingly handsome face, “I was beginning to miss you,”

“Hello, James,” Y/N replied, making no move to step closer to him, “It has been a very long time,”

“You haven’t aged a bit since the last time I saw you, dearest,” he complimented, rising up from his seat, “Just as ravishing as ever,”

“How can I age, James? You took that from me,” Y/N laughed bitterly. She adjusted her large black fur coat, eyeing the room. It was practically the same as before, “It’s been twenty years, James. Possibly time to renovate,”

“You’ve always been so kind, darling,” he strode towards her, taking her hand, “Now how may I assist you?” he brought her hand to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to her knuckles. 

“Take a guess,” she snatched her hand back, slipping a hand into her designer purse and pulling out a neatly piled stack of papers. She walked to his desk, and being, well, a man, James’ eyes travelled to her ass, admiring the way her tight black dess esentuated her curves. He was snapped out of his thoughts when she slammed the papers down ont the desk. “Sign the papers,”

“Excuse me?” 

She looked at him over her shoulder, “Sign the damn papers,”

“What papers? I believe I don’t know what you speak of, my love,” he placed his finished cigar in an ash tray.

“Cut the act, James,” Y/N hissed, taking a pen from his desk. She turned to face him, holding it up, “It’s been twenty years. What’s the point of doing this any more?”

“Doing what?”

“James,” she clenched her fists, “It’s been twenty years! I want a fucking divorce!”

A laugh left him, a dark chuckle, “That’s what this is about? The silly divorce? And for a second I thought you missed me,” he opened up a cabinet and grabbed a bottle of scotch and two glasses, “You came to me on this day just to harrass me? On such a special day?”

“Special day?” she scoffed, “What’s so special about it?”

“Oh, my dear,” he brought an arm around her, leaning in,” It’s Devil’s Night,” he whispered into her ear, breath tickling her skin. 

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes, “I remember. However, I don’t give a damn. Just sign the papers and I’ll be out of your hair,” 

“But I don’t want you to go,”

“But I want to go,” she shot back.

James shook his head, taking a drag of his cigar, “You really want to end a twenty year marriage like this?”

Y/N barked out a laugh, “We were only together for a month of it,”

“Yes, till you left me,” he snapped, sudden venom in his tone, “You didn’t even say goodbye. Didn’t leave even a note. Just some blasted divorce papers.”

“So you did get them?” she mused, digging into her bag and plucking out a cigarette, bringing it to her lips.  Despite his anger, James still immediately brought his lighter to her cigarette, like he always did when they were together. She glared at him, dropping her lighter back into her purse and taking a puff, “From that letter you sent fifteen years ago, I was quite confused.”

“Ah, what did I write in that letter again?” 

“Hm,” she pretended to think, “First, I had wrote you telling you to sign the damn papers. You then wrote back saying you never got any papers. You said I would just have to meet with you to sort this out.”

“And you never did,” he pointed out the obvious, politely holding out a glass of scotch for her, which she dd not take, “So why now? Why not continue on with how things have been?” 

“Because I don’t want to!”

“Well why?” he pressed, stepping forward, “What’s so different now than fifteen years ago? Ten years ago? One year ago? What’s so different? What is so-?”

“I’m engaged!” 

There went the scotch.

It fell from his grasp immediately, the glass shattering onto the floor like little puzzle pieces, “...Excuse me?”

Y/N groaned, holding up her left hand, revealing an golden engagment ring with a modest diamond, “I’m engaged,”

James gripped her wrist, examining the ring closely, “How pathetic! You don’t even like gold, you love silver. And this diamond! It’s practically microscopic! How could you settle for a man that not only can’t tell your taste but is poor?”

She rolled her eyes, “How materialistic, James,”

“It’s true! It doesn’t even compare to to the ring I proposed to you with,” To Y/N’s surprise, James yanked up his necklace, revealing the charm that was neatly tucked under his dress shirt. Two rings, one silver with a dark trim and a comically large ruby in the middle, a diamond on either side. The other ring was more modest, still silver, with small diamonds embedded into it. Her engagement and wedding ring. 

“You… you kept the rings?”

“Of course I kept the damn rings!” he scoffed, raising his left hand now. He was still wearing his wedding ring. “Of course I kept the only remembrance I had of the wife who left me!” 

“You turned me into a damn vampire!” she shot back, shoving him angrily, “Did you expect me to be happy with you?” 

“I wanted us to spend eternity together-”

“I didn’t even know you were a vampire!” she shot back, “And you just turned me without even asking me! F-Forcing me to drink your blood, I thought it was some devilish ritual!”

“It was practically a ritual to declare our love!” 

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I felt so loved then. I was terrified! I didn’t know what you were going to do! You… You could have been planning some sacrifice or God knows what, I-”

His lips were then on hers, his body pushing hers against the desk. She gasped, feeling the sharp sting of the hard wood hitting her back. His hands went firmly on her hips, blunt nails digging into her flesh as he kissed her hungrily, her burgundy lipstick smearing all over both of their lips. 

She should have pushed him away. She really should have. Should have pushed him away and just fucking kill him to end this nonsense once and for all, but she couldn’t. Instead, her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him back just as feverishly. 

“You made me wait twenty years for you,” he growled, lips leaving hers to find her jaw, then her neck, kissing and sucking on the skin with need. “Twenty years without you,”

“N-Not like you missed me,” she panted, fingers playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. 

“How could you say such a thing? I have been patiently waiting. Have you ever seen any reports of the famous James March with a new mistress?” He tugged up her ebony dress till it was at her waist, pushing her onto the desk. He plucked the cigarette out of her shaking hand and discarded it into the ashtray. 

“Well, no-”

“Because there has not been any.” He said firmly, beginning to rub her through her lace panties. She whined out, grip on his hair tightening. “I have not touched a single other woman in twenty years while you've gone around whoring it up with all these other men who mean nothing compared to me,”

James took it upon himself to relieve her of her undergarments, his large fingers rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles, “Well? Who is he? Tell me about this bastard,”

“His n-name is William,” she choked out, hands going to his shoulders to ground herself, “He loves me very much,”

“Yeah? What does this William do for a living?” one of those long fingers slid through her wet folds and into her awaiting heat.

She bit her bottom lip, not just to stiffle her moans but to prolong her answer. “Um…”

“What does he do for a living?” James repeated, pushing in a second finger and curling them inside of her.

“Ahh! He's… A hotel owner…” She trailed off.

He stopped his movements, looking at her with wide eyes, “He's a what?”

“Hotel owner,”

His eyes darkened, “So my replacement is just some cheap copy?” he hissed, utterly offended, “For that you might of well have just stayed with me!” His fingers left her cunt, causing her to whine with need. “Shut up,” Next thing she knew, a large hand was delivering a harsh slap to her sex. 

She cried out, “James!”

“I said shut up,” he grumbled, hastily undoing his belt buckle and suspenders, pulling down the front of his pants and boxers, his leaning cock springing free. With one hand on her hip, he began to stroke himself, “Once I'm done with you, all thoughts of your cheap new fiance will be out the window.”

How the hell did they end up like this? She came here to demand for him to sign the damn divorce papers so she could marry the man she supposedly loved, yet here she was about to get her back blown out on her ex-lover’s desk.

James lined himself up with her entrance, slowly pushing in. He always started off gentle and romantic, but Y/N knew better. This was just the beginning.  “How does that feel, my love? Still thinking about that bastard William?” he said the name venomously. 

“N-No, James,” she whined out, legs wrapping around his waist as he began to thrust in and out of her, tantalizingly slow. He was teasing her, doing it on purpose. 

“Can he fill you like I can? Hit just the right spots like I do?” he continued, nipping at her earlobe, “I bet you don’t get this wet for him, bet he struggles pushing into you because he just doesn’t get you excited enough,” James smirked, both hands grabbing her waist as he sped up his pace, sliding in and out of her clenching walls with ease, “That’s never been a problem with me. You’ve always come to me with open arms… and open legs,”

“Oh, shut up, you bastard,” Y/N grumbled, nails beginning to dig into his back as he found a steady pace, hips snapping repeatedly against hers with each thrust. “We were never able to have normal sex, huh?”

“Well, you never stopped cursing me out,” he replied cheekily, hands going to her large fur coat, and sliding it off of her shoulders, “I think I got used to you berating me while I kindly pleasured you,”

“You got off on it, don’t lie,” she shot back with an eye roll, until he hit that perfect spot and she gasped, “Oh James do that again James please do that again-”

“Ah, that’s what I like to hear,” he mused, angling his hips to hit her G-spot over and over again. His hands went to the zipper of her dress, bringing it down so that the entirety of the garment was bunched up by her waist. “Much better,” he said smugly, leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. 

“Ahh!” she whined, playing with her other nipple in pleasure, “Right there right here!”

He began thrusting into her faster, a groan leaving his lips as he plunged deep into her warmth, “Look at that, darling, your cunt is taking my cock so deeply, how greedy,” he teased, admiring the way she involuntarily clenched around his thick length with each thrust, swallowing his dick. 

“Greedy for your cock only, you damn bastard,” she cried out. Couples give each other such endearing or powerful names in the bedroom, but of course that had to be her favorite for him. Bastard. Even when they were madly in love, that was what she called him. “It always filled me up so w-well,”

“Really, darling?” he grinned, reaching a hand between their bodies and gently rubbing her clit. Her eyes snapped open and she whined, lips parting into the perfect “o” shape. “Filled you so perfectly? Then why did you try to replace me, huh? With some cheap copy? Sounds like we know who the real bastard is here,” 

The combination of his dick pounding into her and his fingers expertly rubbing her clit had her seeing stars. She dug her nails into his shoulders, head falling back as she moaned out in pleasure, giving him the perfect view of her breasts bouncing every time his hips met hers, skin slapping against skin. She wasn’t hearing a word he said at this point, digging her heels into his back, ankles locked, urging him deeper into her. Knowing she was still in her blood-red high heels turned him on even more, he used to always love seeing her in heels. 

“Damn you, you bastard, I’m going to cum!” she gasped, biting her bottom lip, “Damn you, damn you,”

James laughed, leaning his head down to bite her pulse point roughly, “You’re gonna cum all over your ex-lover’s cock, my queen? Cum all over my cock and make a mess of yourself? Do it, I dare you,” he lifted his head to survey her facial expressions as he continuously snapped his hips forward, drilling into her in abandon. He then reached out, his large hand going around her throat, and he didn’t even have to squeeze, she was cumming. 

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Y/N squealed, cunt clenching around him one last time before he felt her thick fluids coat his length. 

“That’s it, my love, cum all over my cock, it’s my turn now, gonna fill you up, make you mine again,” he buried himself inside of her as he came, painting her walls white. Hips sputtering, he came to a halt, arms going around her waist, “All mine, no one else can have you but me,” he nuzzled her nose with his own, waiting for some movement. Signs of life. 

And then her gorgeous eyes opened, looking up at him tiredly, “I came here for a divorce,”

“Damn that divorce,”

“Damn that divorce,” she repeated, leaning her head on his shoulder. 

“Dramatic girl, leaving me all by my lonesome for twenty years just to come back to me,” 

Y/N hummed in response, closing her eyes, “Take that as punishment,”

James let out a soft chuckle, stroking her soft hair, “Have I been punished enough?”

“I suppose,” she pulled away from his neck to look him in the eyes, “Happy birthday, James,”

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how tf does one write dominate men sorry I usually like subs

[cafeinthemoon]

Ruins - Part XXIII

Chapter 23

Wordcount 2,3k

Title Part XXIII

Fandom Shummatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16 . 17 . 18 . 19 . 20 . 21 . 22 . Outtake

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: The continuation of their honeymoon ❤; non explicit sex; steamy in general

Tagging @holdyourwine @lilacshouko @shirayuki-ayumi @telvess @alecfromsaturn (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: It's finally here 😭 The continuation of their deserved honeymoon! I've been struggling and procrastinating, trying to decide the amount of information I should include in this one, but I opted for little info and more ~action lol I wanted it to be one of those chapter where the characters are just relaxing and living their lives instead of being too worried about moving the story forward.

Hope you don't mind X)

As the kiss deepened, your mind wandered to all the things you’ve experienced with Hades, all building up and culminating in that one moment, when you were finally a couple. Fear, respect, protection, friendship, passion and love – everything he already represented to you, and everything you were willing to represent to him, was there, boiling and pulsating inside you, and pouring out through the gestures of your hands, your wet lips united and the heat of your skins, pressed together.

With his left arm wrapped tight around your waist, Hades brought you closer, his mouth wandering across your neck, your collar, your breasts, as you held on to him with eager hands: while your right one’s nails crawled on his back, your left was tangled in his hair. Suddenly, you felt his teeth brushing on your skin and started laughing; he laughed back in response, his breath muffled on your skin, tickling and provoking more laughter.

– You’re quite a teaser, my Lord – you murmured in his ear; then, moving away to look him in the eye – Is this the way you found to cease the tension of our first time?

Your husband brushed your hair behind your right ear, then held your chin with his fingertips, observing your face with a tender smile.

– Perhaps – he approached his mouth to yours, speaking over your lips – But it seems that it’s working, isn’t it?

Before you could think of a reply, he pulled you in a sensual embrace, lying on the mattress and making you lie upon him. You giggled, leaning your hands on his chest.

— You could say that.

The sight of his ecstatic face glued to you, surrounded by the strands of your untied hair, falling on each side, his eyes swallowing every inch of yours, the blush on his cheeks was just too much to you; the influence of Aphrodite’s potion, increased by your disposition, and you took the initiative by approaching yourself to him: holding his chin, you made him open his lips with your thumb, covering his mouth with yours, your tongue searching for his; on his part, things were just as heated: his hands, grabbing on your waist like claws, held on to you with strength, helping you to keep your balance, guiding you in languid, delicious movements.

The only thing you could think of was how much you loved Hades: you loved everything your senses could catch from him, from the softness of his skin under your touch, the thin layer of hot sweat forming on it, to the glow of desire in his eyes, his noisy breath, the firmness of his hands; you loved him to the point you didn’t want anything else: to give yourself to him, to live for him, to become everything he needed; you loved him, and wanted to melt into him, to embrace him, to devour him. And certainly, he felt the same, for soon he took over the situation, adjusting his grip on your waist and making you lie on the bed, putting himself over you and suffocating you in an even hotter kiss. You smiled over his lips when he moved them away for a second, and wrapped your legs around him, tightening his body against yours.

You felt that was the right instant. You couldn’t wait anymore.

– Take me – your voice came out as a sigh on his ear – Make me yours...

And he answered your plead, and took you at that moment. And it was when you understood you were born for this, for him, that you’ve never been complete by yourself, neither as a mere human. The pleasure of your flesh was equal to the ones of the heart and the spirit, the ecstatic feeling of fulfilling your purpose eating each cell of your body.

Somehow you sensed the smell of Aphrodite’s potion increasing as the act carried on, as if it had its effect potentiated by your natural feelings, and these latter empowered the potion in return as two complementary forces. Noticing this pattern, then, you started imagining what would happen if you introduced variations in your activity, so you tried to touch him in different manners; to your surprise, changes in the intensity of the fragrance were felt, as well as curious reactions from your partner: there was a moment, for example, when you caressed his ears the same way you did in the Secret Garden, several days ago, and his response came in a growl, then a muffled laugh in your neck, which provoked laughter in yourself. It was like among the potion’s many properties there was one that allowed you to identify and recognize preferences of your lover.

– You noticed that too, uh? – you heard him whisper – Clever girl.

You understood what he was talking about. He then pulled you tighter to himself, and you responded with a loud moan, and the smell increased again; your hands reached to his back, pressing on his skin as if he could disappear at any moment. You found yourself praying that it didn’t happen.

Please, stay forever. Please, never leave me.

You didn’t understand exactly why you thought of those exact words, but something inside you awakened, and you were convinced that, more than the ceremony led by Zeus-sama, this moment was your real marriage, when you gave everything you had to the man you loved: your body, your thought and feelings – your soul – and received the same from him in return. An understanding of the divine unison came to you with this: unlike the human one, which could be broken with the mere disappearance of feelings, a marriage between two gods would take much more to come to an end. But you knew you’d never want such thing, not with all the things you’ve experienced together until that point. Not only this, but somehow you knew – whether through the contact with his body or through a special exchange of thoughts – that Hades was feeling exactly the same.

And the conscience of this impregnated your physical body, and brought your senses to a state of climax. You felt part of your consciousness abandoning you, then found yourself holding on to him as you’ve never done before, mumbling incoherent words of love and attachment; you also noticed the same behavior from his part and, though you weren’t experienced in these types of things, you supposed he had his apex not so long after yourself. Suddenly, you felt something close to exhaustion, as if you just shared part of your vital energy with him, but it wasn’t like you were losing your strength: you were just becoming something more than yourself by joining him. You wanted to talk to your husband about this, but when you tried to move your lips, but you were too tired for this.

You’ve spent a moment together even when it was over, then Hades lied by your side and pulled you to him. You stood in silence, nestled in is arms, and never knew exactly when your mind slipped into the world of dreams.

There, you saw yourself in a familiar place.

It was a desolated landscape, surrounded by the ruins of what reminded you of a beautiful construction, raised in a remote past. Under your feet, the darkness of a sterile, brown earth, and above your head heavy clouds pushed away by cold winds, blowing through the red skies; through your skin were sent successive shivers, and you crossed your arms around your body to protect it. Yes, you’ve been there countless times, but it wasn’t but a dead world, unable to welcome lively you; the ruins were still the same, silently resting and not waiting for your touch – they didn’t belong to you, after all.

An ancient world with which you’ve never been able to find a connection...

Until you decided to turn and look. And then you found something you’ve never noticed in your other times there: the reminiscence of a high dome, indicating the spot where the construction’s entry once was. You took hesitant steps toward the arc and looked into it.

It was when you had the greatest surprise: looking back at you with a loving smile, there you saw Hades. You covered your mouth with both hands, not believing your eyes at first, but then all the hesitation disappeared and you ran to him, jumping into his arms. It felt like when you saw him for the first time, at Valhalla’s Library; it seemed to have happened a long time ago. The biggest difference, however, was the absence of fear in your heart, since you didn’t think twice before reaching to him. When he took you in his arms, you were invaded by what you could only described as true peace.

Little by little, you felt like you were falling asleep in your lover’s embrace in that dark world, only to slowly wake up in your honeymoon chambers, lying on your bed beside your husband. You looked up to him and noticed he was waking up at that very moment.

That time, you were able to speak.

– I had that dream again – you whispered – The dream about the ruins… It hasn’t happened since I’ve arrived at Valhalla...

– Interesting… – he caressed your hair in response – The same just happened to me…

Your heart skipped a beat when he revealed that: you didn’t understand how, but you already knew that.

He adjusted you in his arms to continue the conversation.

– Tell me… did something different happen this time?

Your eyes widened a bit and you stared at him.

– Yes! – you took a moment to recall the scenario – I’m sure I was back among the same ruins as before, but this time I saw some kind of dome near them… I approached and looked inside it… – you smiled – Then I saw you…

He smiled back.

– And then you ran to me.

– Yes, I did it – you completed his thought – I really did!

– It was the first time you saw me there – he said these words with a sort of relief, as if something that he has been waiting for too long finally came true.

– You’re right – you smiled – And because of this, it was the first time this dream brought me good feelings. Before this, I used to feel anxious about it.

He bent down to kiss your head, and you smiled.

– Tell me – you restarted – What do you think of this? Is this a sign that our purpose is close to be reached?

– I have no doubts about it – he replied – Now that we are together, things will certainly become clearer in the next days. We will have no problems figuring out what to do.

– I agree – you said – You know, I’ve never felt this peace before… It’s like I’m finally where I’m supposed to be...

Your husband’s response was to pull you tighter in his arms, as if he understood that you were talking about them. You closed your eyes, listening to his breath, your nostrils inhaling the smell of his body. After some time, you sensed something warm growing slowly in your lower belly, spreading to your inner thighs and the rest of your body, and though you had little experience in those things, you soon recognized the feeling, deepening as you turned your attentions the closeness of your bodies, your skins rubbing each other as you moved: you were desiring him again.

Without a word, you turned on your stomach, putting yourself over him, each of your legs on his sides.

– Please… – you whispered on his lips – Touch me again…

His response was quick: his hands grabbed your hips and brought you underneath him, rubbing his lips through your skin.

– Of course, little one – he murmured in your ear – Everywhere you want.

That time, you grabbed his hands, using them to explore your body. This audacious gesture took a smirk from your lover, who entered the game and let you do what you wanted for a while, until he decided you were having too much fun by yourself and took over the situation, grabbing you and taking you with even more intensity than the first time.

You ended up half awake on the mattress, more tired than before, while Hades lied his head on your chest. You kissed him and spent a moment caressing his hair. You weren’t sure how long you’ve stood there, but you fell asleep in the meantime, only waking up to the sound of the sheets moving, followed by soft steps on the floor and a door opening; a distant murmur of running water reached your ears, and you opened your eyes to find the bathroom’s door half opened, a yellow light leaking from it.

Despite being sleepy, you made an effort to leave the bed and walk toward the door, doing it slowly: as soon as you stood up, you felt an ache on your limbs and between your thighs, which seemed to increase when you moved too fast.

Did I exaggerate? Could it be that I’m still in process of transformation and not in my full strength?

You left those doubts aside when you opened the door and found your husband relaxing on the bathtub, the water at his chest’s height, the steam surrounding him. He immediately turned to the door’s direction when you stepped into the place, and a soft smile formed on his lips. You saw him stretching his right hand toward you in an inviting gesture; you accepted it and walked to the bathtub. You were wearing no clothes, only having your long hair to cover you, but no shame stopped you to move it away from your shoulders to enter the water. You lied on Hades’ lap, resting your head on his shoulder, the warmth of the water soothing your discomfort and leading you back to the calm state of unconsciousness.

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The Grim Reaper's Guide to Breaking Every Rule of the Universe /// Chapter 2

Bruh. My back is HURTING from being hunched over my laptop lol. For some reason I've managed to shit out this next chapter at the speed of light, but I'm back at uni and deadlines are picking up so I can't guarantee another one for a couple weeks. ANYWAY - ALASTOR HAS FINALLY MADE AN APPEARANCE. Not in person yet, but he's here (in spirit). I also apologise to anyone not from Yorkshire, I've used some of our slang from there and it may not make sense, but MC's embracing her Northener crave for violence.

Summary: When touring America for the sake of it, you go to stay with your aunt in New Orleans for a while, taking up a peaceful part-time job restoring objects. But a few weeks in, a package arrives containing an old radio that's seen better days, along with a note seemingly written by someone who thinks they could fist-fight the Devil.

What you didn't know, was the hell of a path that was now set out in front of you. Not fist-fighting the Devil, but instead a very smug radio host who would have no problem spending the rest of his days driving you up the walls.

But two could play that game.

Tags: Demiromantic-Asexual Alastor x Demiromantic-Asexual OC/Reader - 1920s/30s New Orleans - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Violence (It's Alastor what else)

Word Count: 6800

Warnings: Period-typical sexism, Period-typical attitudes towards neurodivergency, Swearing, Descriptions of murder and dismemberment. MC'S RACE IS DEFINED DUE TO PLOT REASONS (also because she is based off my OC)

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PART 1: Chapter 2

Another box for my trinkets it's trinketville.

Meraki (Definition): To put something of yourself into your work. (Noun)

New Orleans, Louisiana, USA – Thursday, 7th November, 1929.

The first four months of your new apprenticeship had you thriving more than ever before since arriving in the US. The last time you had felt this joyous and satisfied you were nearly eighteen, the tickle of the long grass on your cheeks as you laid in the meadow at the height of spring, holding the bunch of wildflowers against the kaleidoscopic swirls of the evening tones of the sky above you, admiring the way the lowering sun hit the petals and the small bugs that floated around with its golden highlights. It was one of the few times you had managed to bring your racing mind to a stand-still; no voices; no random lines of songs in your head playing on replay; no worries about the chores you were procrastinating or the book your friend had recommended weeks ago that you were yet to touch. You remembered the feeling of the summer dress you wore, the texture of the leather messenger bag beside you gifted by the old woman who lived further down the lane of the village. She used to babysit you when your parents would travel to York days at a time for work or personal errands. You loved to skip down that lane, with your hand running along the rough stones of the ancient stone walls that lined the lanes of your little village you had spent your whole life in – also lining your mind with the cuts it gave you as you tried to climb over them with the twins over the years.

The routine of working at the repair shop had brought the blissful feeling of stability back, the hectic frenzy of travelling from hotel room to hotel room, checking your tickets a thousand times to make sure you were on the correct train platform, then checking again. You no longer had to worry about travel dates that would leave you feeling paralysed from doing anything else.

Mr LeBlanc had been an excellent teacher and manager, drilling skills into your mind since you stepped into the shop for your starter shift. It was certainly an experience: opening the double doors to a vintage collector’s dream, an antique emporium filled from floor to ceiling (and on the ceiling). Ralph had brought you behind the counter, to a room in the back that he gleefully revealed to be concealed by a door disguised as a bookshelf. The workshop hidden behind was every antique restorer’s sanctuary, and it was certainly yours. Drawers lining the walls filled with every tool that could file, chip away, or apply anything you could find. In the centre was a large wooden table – thick, sturdy planks covered in chips and splatters of paint and adhesives used over the years. This table would be the place you would spend the next four months, your hair tied back by a patterned silk bandana, Ralph showing you how to work with materials from wood to porcelain, metal to textiles. You would pour over books you had pulled from Mr LeBlanc’s bookshelves until late into the evening, until he sent you home with them in your bag, and you protected them with your life as you returned on the trams (or ‘streetcars’, as Americans called them) in the evening light.

Every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, he taught you everything he could, and you absorbed it all at the speed of light, your mind soaking up every piece of information like a dry sponge. By month three you had been given the go ahead to work on your first object from a customer – a small, spindly regency era chamber table belonging to a local gentleman. All it needed was some chips to be filled and repolishing, allowing Ralph to be confident enough in your abilities to complete it correctly. Your results came out on top, both Ralph and the customer being satisfied with your work, and you received the praise gleefully, along with the hefty tip the gentleman handed you over the counter. To you, everything was going fine and dandy.

Until October hit.

Apparently there were plenty of warning signs, according to most. They knew this was coming, your aunt knew this was coming. It was what she had said when you sat with her on the steps of the front porch.

“Shops are going to start disappearing.” She said, keeping her gaze ahead as she watched the cars sputter by. “With the rate this is going, I’m going to have to pull the boys out of school and get them working – I can’t keep the walls of this house up by myself.”

It had sent chills down your spine when you had picked up a newspaper, the words ‘Wall Street’ and ‘Stock Market Crash’ staining the pages for weeks. You put your mind and body into helping Mr LeBlanc, desperate for him to keep his business up and running. Unfortunately, as prices dropped, less people wanted to splurge the extra cash on something nice and antique, so you both lowered prices where you could, even going to lengths to hammer fliers to every street-post that advertised restoration jobs for any household item, promising customers that they would save money on repairs instead of buying it new.

It worked more than you thought, and it brought in enough income for Ralph to scratch by. He was also grateful you hadn’t asked for a raise to cope with the financial crisis, flat-out refusing when he had tried to hand you some tips he had received.

It was just the beginning of December when Ralph had called the house phone as you were getting ready for work. Ollie had yelled up the stairs to tell you and you scrambled down in your work trousers with your nightgown still on. Grabbing the phone, you listened to a raspy Mr LeBlanc as he told you he had falling ill with the usual winter flu. Unfortunately, being 63 meant that he was more susceptible to the illness, and was unsure if he would recover. If he did, it would still take a while, so he had asked you that morning if you were capable of running the shop solo. You had instantly said yes, refusing to let any sidetrack be his business’s downfall, so, with your head held high, you walked to his house, picking up any essential documents that he said you would need, and kept the shop up and running to the best of your abilities.

New Orleans, Louisiana, USA – Friday, 6th December, 1929.

It was the Friday of the first week of December when you were an hour away from closing. You had been lucky that it had been pretty quiet the last few days, allowing you to settle into working your first ever Monday to Friday and getting to know the everyday things that were essential to keep the doors open. You had brought an armchair behind the counter – the gap between the counter and the wall was spacey enough for you to fit the chair and a small side table.

After not seeing any customers for over an hour, you had wandered off to the small side kitchen hidden by a Persian rug hung over the doorway to fetch yourself a warm cup of tea and a slice of carrot cake that Agnes had slipped into your lunch bag that day. Returning to the front, you placed the food and beverage on the side table, and sank into the chair, propping your feet up and delving into the book you had bought a few months ago.

Your eyes were drooping by the time you finished the tea and cake, and you rested your head on the back of the cushion, lowering your eyelids shut but remaining awake, knowing you had to get up soon in order to close in a half hour. Though the sudden sound of the shop’s bell chiming had you shooting out of your seat like a cat on a hot tin roof.

Scrambling to your feet, you scooted over to plop yourself on the counter stool, fixing yourself to look as presentable as possible as you faced the person entering. It was the mailman, stomping his boots to rid of the snow from the mild blizzard outside on the shoe rug by the door whilst holding a semi-large parcel under his arm. You recognised him from his rounds of the area, normally dropping off the odd parcel here and there for Ralph. Making sure the curls you had pressed into your hair overnight weren’t flattened at the back, you straightened out the silk scarf tied round the front of your head, flicking a curl out of your eye, and faced the man with a warm smile, to which he returned. He was a tall, young looking lad, older than you, but youth still shone in his eager eyes as he approached you.

“Afternoon ma’am,” he greeted, tipping his snow patterned hat. “I apologise for the snow on the floor, m’fraid the storm doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon.”

You waved him off, assuring that you were going to be cleaning up soon anyway. He inquired about Mr LeBlanc’s whereabouts, and you explained that his illness wasn’t letting up any time soon.

“Shame,” he said. “I know you’re probably not getting overrun, but it still must be complicated being a young woman running someone else’s business – especially near Christmas, having to trek home in the cold and wet by yourself.”

“Oh, it’s quite alright.” You laughed with a shake of your head, trying to not let your frustration show at the thought of him doubting your skills because of your gender. “He’s given me everything I need, and I can deal with the weather just fine. Wet and cold is the norm where I’m from.” Changing the subject, you gestured to the half-damp parcel still under his arm. “Is that addressed to Ralph or the shop?”

As if suddenly remembering the reason he was here, he quickly hauled the parcel from under his arm and slid it onto the counter.

“It’s for the shop.” He explained, gesturing a gloved hand to it. “S’pose it’s a last minute repair for a Christmas gift or somethin’.”

Placing your hands on either side, you slid the large square box towards you. Standing up from the stool, you peered at the top. Brushing off the half-melted snow, you read the handwriting that ornately spelled out the address - this was probably another repair.

The parcel itself was probably the neatest you had ever seen anything wrapped. The parcel paper was thick and expensive, the water and snow running off without leaving any trace behind except for a slight sheen, and the edges were folded so crisp and perfectly shaped and flat you wondered if whoever had wrapped it was human. Tied round like a present was a thick twine, looping into a bow directly in the middle of the top. You admired the dedication of whoever had put in the time to wrap this, running your fingers over the corners only to jerk them back slightly as the folds were so sharp they felt like they were slicing at your skin.

Looking back at the mailman, you thanked him for the delivery, and hoped him safe travels back home. Tipping his hat at you, he turned away with a farewell, and the bell chimed again when he opened the door, dipping his head against the wind as he faded into the white wall outside.

When the howling wind finally allowed the door to shut, you began the closing routine, knowing that there wouldn’t be anyone else today with the severity of the weather outside. After locking the exits and pulling the shutters closed and the blinds down, you kept the shops lanterns on as you lifted the hefty parcel with a grunt and shuffled through the hidden doorway into the workshop.

Sliding it onto the table, you got to work opening it up, pulling the twine bow free and taking some small hand-held shears to slice open the glued down folds to reveal a cardboard box.

Pulling the thick brown paper and twine out from underneath, you chucked them onto the other workbench pushed against the wall to the right. Placing the shears down, you pushed your fingernails between the gap of the serrated cardboard and swung the flaps open. Inside was a lot of loose cotton wool, and you reached in, removing the protective layer and chucking it onto the table whilst simultaneously thanking whoever had spent their time padding the box out. This uncovered a semi-large shape swaddled in a maroon-coloured knitted blanket, and you reached your arms in deep to wrap around the object and haul it out.

Laying it on the table, you pushed the box and wool out of the way, and gently began unwrapping the blanket, mindful that some repair jobs may start out with several shattered pieces that you certainly didn’t want to accidentally drop an lose amongst everything. Coming to the final layer, your nails slotted through some of the holes of the knitting and clacked against what sounded like solid wood, and slipping the material off, you had your first look at your new potential project.

It was an old radio. Well, not that old, considering radios had only been in circulation for a decade or so, but it was one of the earlier models, the features you recognised from when you visited the county Mayor’s house when you were in your early teens. It was shaped with a resemblance to a cathedral arch, the wood panelling around the edge looking like pillars that began swirling and spiralling into gothic patterns the closer you got to the top. These patterns decorating the fine grated material that covered the speaker, and a few dials were situated on the bottom half, and you immediately noticed one was missing.

Pulling a stool over, you sat down to get a closer look, and you noted down the damages that came to light. It had obviously been looked after over the years, but, as always, people are prone to accidents, and this radio seemed to have gone through a few. Apart from the dial that was missing, there was a large split down one side, between two of the panels, and scratches and slight dents from where it had obviously been dropped. Grabbing your notebook, you jotted down your initial observations, before diving your hands into the left over cotton in the box to search for anything that could assist you.

To your luck, you found a small linen bag about the size of your palm, that you untied to reveal the missing dial and a few pieces of wood that had come off in some areas. Returning to your notes, you were just about to start a proposal form for treatment when something caught your eye. Looking over to the blanket you had put to the side, your eyes landed on a fancy looking envelope.

Reaching over, your fingers clasped around the paper, the material just as thick and expensive feeling as the parcel wrap, and you brought it towards you, careful not to elbow anything in the process, because if they could afford fancy radios and paper during this crisis, then they certainly were expecting you to repair this with equally expensive standards. Holding the paper up you read the loopy handwriting on the front of the envelope:

To  the Owner.

Turning it over, you pried the even fancier wax seal apart as gently as you could as to not ruin the paper, and opening the flap, you reached in to slide out a folded piece of parchment. Unfolding it, you began to read the matching, loopy words.

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December 4 th, 1929

Dear Owner,

I do hope this package finds you well. I am delivering this fine radio to be repaired at your establishment, as it belongs to my dear Mother and I would be overjoyed to have it completed in time for Christmas. Unfortunately, it has suffered its fair share of drops and bumps, but from what I have heard from others in our beloved city, you should be able to do an excellent job. The outside is obvious with what needs to be done, but there are areas within the interior mechanics that require some repairs. Now, I would take it to the radio shop, but the man who owns it is oh-so unpleasant, and would take weeks to be returned.

I am sure you would be happy to take on this challenge, for my mother’s sake, and that you will do a splendid job.

Regards,

Mr A. Boudreaux

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You blinked. Then furrowing your brows, you read it again. And again. Did this guy want you to not only fix up the look of his mum’s radio, but magically know the ins and outs of radio technology? You shook your head, then did a quick once-over of the words scrawled onto the page. Yep, he wanted you to do a Frankenstein and completely resurrect the old thing.

Placing you elbow on the table, you rested your chin on your palm as you stared at the wall covered in tool across the room. There was no way you could do this, not without Mr LeBlanc still ill – though even if he was here, you didn’t know if he had any knowledge on radios. Sighing, you rubbed at your face tiredly, not caring if you smudged the mascara on your lashes, it wasn’t like anyone was going to walk in on you with panda eyes anyway. Letting out a prolonged groan, you came to the final decision of what to do.

Trudging back into the shop, you quickly made yourself another cup of tea, before snatching some of the letter paper and an envelope from under the counter. Slumping back onto the stool in the workshop, you placed the paper in front of you whilst reaching into one of the drawers attached to the table to grab a pen, then, taking a moment to think of what you were going to say, you began writing.

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December 6 th, 1929

Dear Mr Boudreaux,

Thank you for your enquiry. As much asI would love to fulfil your request, there are some issues regarding certain stages of the repairs. Mr LeBlanc, who owns the company, has taken ill this last week, and it is not yet known when he will recover, and I am the only member of staff he has employed at the moment. Unfortunately, I am not experienced in radio mechanics, and strongly advise that you come and collect the radio and take it to be repaired at a radio shop.

The radio can be returned here for outer repairs, but I am afraid that is the only option I can offer you at this time. The radio will be ready for you to collect from 9am on Monday morning. I do apologise for the inconvenience.

Regards,

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Signing the first letter of your name, along with you surname, you read over what you had written. Satisfied, you sealed it in the envelope and got to work wrapping the radio back up. Quickly taking a candle, you took a peek in between the crack in the wood, the light shining on the innards. You definitely had no chance of fixing that, if the absolute mess of dislodged coils, wires and metal pieces inside said anything. Reluctantly you placed it back in its box wrapped up and padded with the cotton, before taping it up and re-glueing the parcel paper and twine back in place. It was a shame that you had to reject the request, the payment for the repair would have benefited you and Ralph quite a bit, and it made you feel awfully guilty to prevent someone’s gift for their mother, but it was out of your control. So, with the guilt hanging over your head, you pushed the parcel into the corner under one of the tables on sale.

Doing one last round of the shop, you extinguished the candles dotted around and flipped the light switches off except the main one by the door. With your coat and gloves on, you made sure the scarf was wrapped tight round your neck before grabbing your bag and did one last sweep of the place. Glancing in the corner, you took one last lingering look at the sorrowful parcel that sat under the table, but quickly snatched your eyes away, and grabbing the keys, you flipped the final light switch and stepped out into the cold, looking for the nearest post-box with the letter grasped in your hand.

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New Orleans, Louisiana, USA – Monday, 9th December, 1929.

Monday came rolling round as usual, and you began your usual weekday routine of washing and dressing yourself before heading downstairs for breakfast. Scooping some scrambled eggs onto the toast on your plate, you trudged from the kitchen to the dining room, the slap of your bare feet on the tiles echoing through the wide hallway.

Shuffling through the doorway, you sat opposite Ollie, who, by the looks of it, was still waking up as he shovelled buttered toast into his mouth with his head still lying sideways on the table. Reaching over, you slapped the handle of your fork against his ear that stuck out from between his loose, dark curls, and he let out a whine as he sat up to face you with one eye glued shut, the other barely open, bread hanging from between his frown.

“You’ll choke eating like that.” You said as you scooped egg into your mouth.

Ollie dropped the toast from his mouth onto his plate. “Good.” He mumbled. “S’better than Miss Sammie droning on and ooonnnn about nonsense.” He flopped his head back on the table.

“Well enjoy it while you can.” You snorted. “If this crash gets any worse Mum will be pulling you both out to find jobs. And I know you two wouldn’t last a day in the workplace.”

He jerked his head back, scrunching his face in offence. “Like you would be any better.”

You deadpanned. “I’m currently working 9 -5, Monday to Friday, dumbass.” You jabbed back in annoyance, throwing a piece of crust at his forehead.

“Shit, forgot about that.” He grumbled, but perked up suddenly. “Yea, but you’ve only been working full time since last week!”

You chucked another crust. “Running a shop full time on my own – something I’ve never done before??”

“Still.” He retorted, shrugging his shoulders.

You had opened your mouth to retort, but stopped halfway as Allie’s voice echoed through from the kitchen.

“There’s been another one!” he called out, almost excitedly, the thumping of his feet vibrating through the floorboards as he practically sprinted into the room with the morning newspaper grasped firmly in his hands. The two of us jerked back as he slammed it onto the table.

“Amuver!?” cried Ollie, voice muffled by food, though he quickly swallowed it. All evidence of his tiredness now gone, he snatched up the paper and brought it right up to his face. “It’s barely been a week!”

“I know!” Allie replied, his voice rising in volume every time he spoke. “At this point it could end up happening every month!”

You looked between the two of them confused since you couldn’t see what Ollie was reading. “What could happen?” you asked, perplexed.

The two of them froze, turning to stare at you. Their eyes darted to each other, before Ollie lowered the newspaper and spoke.

“…The murders?” He revealed, as if it was the most obvious thing.

You blinked, then looked between the two, more confused. “What murders?”

“What!?” Allie cried, bracing his hands on the table as he leant over it, eyes wide. “You’ve been gallivanting round town for seven months and don’t know about thee murders??”

You leant back slightly at the sight of your cousin’s crazy expression, and slowly shook your head. “I’m uh – not one to read the newspaper often.” You explained sheepishly.

He gaped, clearly shocked at your lack of knowledge about the subject. His head whipped to where his brother sat, and his hand reached out and snatched the newspaper from Ollie’s. You quickly moved your breakfast out of the way, saving your food from being flattened as Allie slammed the paper down and began aggressively prodding at the headline on the front page. Swatting his hand away, you read the giant words printed above a photograph of a lake you didn’t recognise.

‘BARRISTER FOUND BUTCHERED ON EMBANKMENT’

Suddenly intrigued, brought the paper closer to read the front column.

Tragedy strikes again in New Orleans as the remains of county barrister, Paul Morgan, were found on the embankment and in the water of Lake Cataouatche by visitors to the area. Morgan was reported missing last Wednesday by his wife, Martha, when he failed to return home for two days after a night out on Monday with his colleagues. It was reported that Morgan’s body was dismembered, and his head took several hours to locate. However, certain body parts are still missing, therefore the lake has been closed off to the public for the foreseeable future. Police are calling in and searching for potential suspects, and give their condolences to Paul’s close family and friends, stating that they are working overtime to bring the killer to justice and prevent any further deaths. Due to the nature and severity of the crime, it is possible that this is another victim of who the public dubs ‘The Bayou Butcher’. The Sheriff strongly encourages people to stick to an early curfew and remain indoors after nightfall, as the safety of the public cannot be guaranteed at this trying time. (More on Page 5)

You went to flip through, but the paper was pulled out your hands by Ollie who wanted to read it.

“You know what I’m thinking?” Allie hissed excitedly as he lowered himself onto the chair at the head of the table between you both. “This could be another Axeman!”

Ollie gasped, eyes sparkling. “Shit, it could!”

You perked up. “Another Axeman? How long has this guy been around?” you asked as you brought your breakfast back in front of you.

Allie turned to you, eyes shining in excitement. “The first body was found in 1927 – and the rest have been popping up every 2-3 months, but this is the first time there’s been two in less than two weeks!”

You narrowed your eyes in thought. “How do you know it’s all one guy?”

At this question he seemed to get more excited, practically vibrating in his seat as he gestured to his twin. “Ollie and I have been collecting newspaper clippings on every murder that’s happened, and we’ve tried to eliminate any outliers – like, different weapons, ones that are bleedin’ obvious who did it – the rest all have the same MO: they never find the whole body.” He yammered on at light speed, emphasising each word with a loud thump of his finger prodding the table. “Sometimes it’s not obvious, I think they try to throw the police off by going for something small – like a finger – but there’s always something missing, and we know it’s them.”

You frowned. “Them?”

He shrugged. “Could be a woman.” You raised an eyebrow. “What!? I don’t discriminate! Women can be scary!” You slowly sat back in your seat, staring your cousin down. He pointed at you as he looked at his brother with wide eyes. “See!? You wouldn’t be surprised if she dragged a body in?”

Ollie swallowed the food he was chewing. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she caused the second Great Fire of London because someone stole her food.” He said nonchalantly, before casually returning to his toast.

“Exactly!” cried Allie. “No wonder the government wants you all nice and buttoned up in a strait jacket!”

Dropping your fork with a clatter, you looked up at him in shock, mouth hanging open. He froze, quickly realising what he had said, and his face slowly scrunched up as he cringed.

“Too far?” he squeaked meekly as he glanced at you. “Sorry.”

Pouting, you glared silently before picking your fork back up.

A few moments of silence passed, before Ollie decided he had experienced enough of the dampened mood. “You know,” he began, catching your attention again. “We think the body parts aren’t just missing for the sake of it.”

“Oh?” you tilted your head, intrigued again.

He looked you directly in the eye. “We think they’re eating them.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Oo yummy, like a cannibal?” you queried, eyes darting to Allie, who perked back up, nodding. “So… there’s a cannibalistic serial killer running around New Orleans?”

Allie pointed a finger. “Serial killer, yes. Cannibal, possibly. We don’t actually have any proper evidence for that. I’m also going to skip the ‘yummy’ part, cuz I know you would never willingly consume human flesh.”

“You would be correct,” you confirmed with an amused smile, before glancing at the two. “Has mum ever suggested that you two should consider joining the police force?”

All you got were two matching cheshire grins in response.

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After cleaning up your food, and disappointing the twins because no, you didn’t bring your serial killer books to America with you, because you didn’t want to be judged by the luggage inspectors on the ferry, besides, Jack the Ripper got a little boring after a while.

Even though it was interesting to learn about the current events of the city you were staying in, the subject of said current events did end up putting you on edge when you travelled to work that morning, with you clutching your bag a little tighter, and intensely staring down anyone who looked at you a little odd on the tram. It even got to the point where you had stepped off the tram, and spent the ten minute walk between there and the shop glancing down any alleyways as subtle as you could, even though you knew you would spot anyone against the white snow that reflected the morning sun into your poor, suffering eyes anyway.

Unlocking the shop doors, you stepped in, stomping the snow off of your boots on the mat before picking it up and shaking it off outside. Crossing the threshold of the room, you ducked under the rug into the kitchen, shrugging off your scarf and coat and hanging them up on the pegs.

You were just dusting off the old grandfather clock that was slotted between the shelves of smaller antique clocks when a knock echoed through the shop. Jumping slightly, you lowered the feather duster in your hand and looked over your shoulder to see the same mailman from Friday waving at you through the window in the door, his smile growing as you made eye contact with him . Placing the duster down, you quickly strode over to the door, twisting the locks before pulling it open and sticking you head through the gap.

“I do apologise Miss,” he began after you said hello. “I hate to interrupt you whilst your still getting ready to open, but my boss handed some priority mail to me – said I had to get it to you as soon as I could.” He held a letter out in front of you.

Frowning, confused, you slowly reached out and took the letter from his hands. “Okayyy…” Turning the letter around you came across some very familiar hand writing:

‘To Mr LeBlanc’s Employee.’

“Oh god.” You groaned quietly, your shoulders slumping. This could turn out to be quite nasty if this was going the way you thought it would.

The mailman glanced between the letter and your very prominent grimace. “Is everything alright?” he asked, concern shining in his eyes.

“Yea! Yea,” you breathed, glancing around the street with the dwindling hope that your client would show up to pick up his parcel, but the letter in your hand said otherwise. “Everything’s fine. Just some very small business issues.”

He glanced at your face again, and went to open his mouth, but hesitated, seemingly switching what he was going to say. “Well, uh, I hope everything goes well, ma’am. I’ll see you around?”

You nodded, still staring down the street. “Yea, sure. See you around.” You said distractedly. Quickly giving him a strained smile, you stepped back to close the door, and the man tipped his cap at you again before strolling away.

Walking over to the counter, you slumped onto the stool with a groan, chucking the letter down in front of you. Leaning your elbows on the surface, you rested your forehead against your palms as you glared at the words inked onto the paper. The way it was addressed to you already screamed passive-aggressive, and you hated confronting anything or anyone with a passion, and you certainly didn’t want to confront this Boudreaux guy because you denied his mum a Christmas present. With a loud whine, you slammed your head onto the counter before blindly patting the surface until you felt the thick paper and slowly dragged it towards you. Sitting back up, you held the seemingly innocent envelope in front of you, and stared at it for a couple more moments, before you couldn’t take it anymore and tore it open.

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December 7 th, 1929

To the Employee of Mr LeBlanc,

I hope this letter has found you in post haste. I am deeply upset that you lack the skills of radio repair, after all it is a growing medium that most should be learning at this point. Therefore I have come to the conclusion that I will refuse your rejection. The fliers you put out stated very clearly that you could repair ANY object, and it would be very disappointing for people to hear that it no longer has that skill to offer, since the only other option for radio repair during these trying times is a very unpleasant experience with that owner I mentioned.

I do hope my Mother’s radio will be fixed on time, I do hate to disappoint her. If Mr LeBlanc does not recover within the period, or you have any queries about the repair, please call the number I have written below.

XXXXXXXXXXX

Best Wishes,

Mr A. Boudreaux

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If your mouth hung open any further than you would be catching every insect that resided in the swamps surrounding the town.

Was this guy fucking for real??

You scoffed slightly. Then again. Eventually you scoffing spiralled into manic laughter as you guffawed at the audacity that this man thought he had. With wide eyes, you slammed the paper down back onto the counter, staring over at the wall because if you looked at those words any longer you would probably end up tracking this man down so you could shove his mother’s radio up his ass along with the fat metal rod that apparently already resided there.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed back the stool and stood up, deciding you needed you reset your mind before the first customers came in. Marching back to the kitchen, you spent the next five minutes sat in the middle of the floor, waiting for the kettle to boil as you very angrily stuffed the blueberry muffin you had brought in your mouth. You glanced at the clock and pouted as you realised you only had 15 minutes before you had to put on your best customer-friendly expression despite the metaphorical grey cloud that thundered above your head.

Thinking for a moment, you shot back up, chucking the muffin case as you strode back through to the counter, and snatched the letter up, marching back to the kitchen over to the rotary phone on the table in the corner. Picking up the handset, you pressed it to your ear as you spun the number written out on the paper in front of you.

It rang for a moment, and you tried to picture the man who would – hopefully – receive your call. You expected to hear the gruff voice of some 50 year old, that would start yelling down the line about how incompetent you were, especially when he found out you were a woman, before you heard a crackle as it was picked up and a polite and much younger sounding “Hello?” came through.

You froze for a moment, your vision of some rude, old guy whooshed away at the voice of a much younger, more spritely man, and you pictured someone like the mailman, until you heard a louder, drawn out “Hellooo?”, the man on the other end seemingly becoming amused at your lack of response.

Snapping yourself out of the character builder you had in your mind, you quickly spoke. “Hello, do I happen to be talking to–”

“Oh, I am sorry, my dear.” You blinked as you were interrupted. “But I do believe you’ve accidentally called an American number!” The man said chipperly, though there was a condescending undertone – his amusement clearly growing at the thought of your apparent mistake. You guessed it was when he heard your accent.

“I- what?” you stammered down the receiver.

“Oh you poor thing.” He simpered over the line like some fake grandma comforting you after you tripped over. He was clearly having fun – you could just picture the fake pout he was putting on. “Like I said, I’m afraid you have the wrong number.”

No, this was definitely the right one. His attitude over the phone matched his attitude in the letter precisely.

You could hear him being to move to put the phone down, and you quickly called out. “WAIT NO!!” you cried, on the verge of an outrage. “I definitely put the right number in! Now, am I or am I not speaking to a Mister Boudreaux?”

“Oh! Do pardon me.~” He practically sing-songed. Oh, so now he was willing to listen? “Yes that is I, and to who do I owe the pleasure to be called by an English dame such as yourself?” the fake flirtatious tone had you picturing the faceless man laid on his front, kicking his legs as he twirled the coil between his fingers. You pushed that amusing thought down, however, when you caught sight of the piece of paper in your hand.

“I got your letter.”

“Ah,” It was like a switch was flipped, the man’s tone darkening slightly. “I see.”

Rereading the words this guy had put down, you could barely control yourself, and you pictured the time your mother had marched you down the lane to the house of a boy in your school year. That boy had given you a large bruise on your forehead, and instead of telling you that he did it because he fancied you, your mum decided to give him and his family the verbal lashing of your life. ‘I’m not raising you to snap at the slightest pressure like those London lasses, my love’, she had said, ‘You’re gonna go down kicking and screaming like it’s the last thing you’ll do’.

And that’s exactly what you’re gonna do.

“Right,” you began, your Yorkshire accent coming on full force. “I’m gonna need you t’ open yer lug ole, lad, cuz I dunno how you lot do customer service over here in America, but bein’ passive aggressive t’ someone who’s literally done nowt to deserve the absolute shite you’ve just given me makes you out t’ be a right knob’ead, you hear me?” You reprimanded. “If you don’t get your arse down to the shop by the end of the week, I’m putting ya mum’s radio down as unclaimed and selling it t’ the next person I see!”

You quickly slammed the phone down, too fuming to hear anything that Mr Boudreaux had to say. The only reason you felt a little guilty was that you knew nothing about this guy’s mum – she could be the sweetest woman in the world, and you just up and went and threatened to sell her possession! Though, with the way her son behaved, you would be surprised if she turned out to be just like him. Ugh, then you would be dealing with two of them.

Letting out a sigh, you picked up the phone again, instead dialling the phone number pinned to the corkboard on the wall. It rang for longer this time, and when it picked up you received a very loud coughing fit. When it died down, you finally spoke.

“Ralph I need your help.” You groaned, plopping yourself down on the spindly chair next to you with a defeated sigh.

“I’ve got the worst customer in the world.”

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[writingseaslugs]

This is random but I found out that today, November 11 in Japan is pocky and pretzel day. I don’t know your other blog but I was wondering if you could do Diasomnia with the pocky game. If you know what that is.

I hope you know, you’re making me procrastinate on formatting/scheduling all my new posts. Totally planned on doing that tonight finally, but then this came up, and I cannot help but want to do fun things only. So here we go, something cute and fluffy!

Disclaimer: All characters in this series is aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Pocky Game

Apparently, no matter what world you end up in, there will always be some delicious biscuit coated in chocolate that comes in a stick form. You discovered it one lovely day when shopping for some snacks at Sam’s, and the moment you noticed them, you grabbed several boxes. They were a delicious treat, but there was something else you wanted to do with them. You chuckled as you got home, putting the bag down and grabbing your phone, messaging a certain someone if they wanted to hang out and have snacks.

“Hey, henchman!” Grim said, crawling onto the counter and going through the bags of snacks and other miscellaneous groceries you two needed for the week, “Did you get my tuna?” he said before pulling out a box of pockys, “Oh, what's this?”

“They’re pocky, and you’re not allowed to eat them all. I bought plenty of boxes. You can have one, but the rest are mine.” You said, knowing that Grim would certainly steal more than one box. He opened it up and took a bite, humming at the taste before going to scarf the entire box down. You just sighed, shaking your head in disappointment. He went to snag another box, and you didn’t have the heart to stop him.

You felt your phone buzzing and checked it, seeing you got confirmation for snacks and chill. You chuckled, grabbing two boxes and stashing them in your coat pocket as you started to get ready to head out, “Grim, I’m heading out. Please unload the groceries…your tuna is in one of the bags.” You said, gesturing to the small pile. Grim perked up, deciding to just tear through them until he got what he wanted.

“Whatever you say, henchman!” Grim said, not bothering to ask where you’re going.

“Aaaaaaand?” You trailed off, wanting him to give you a proper answer.

“I’ll do the groceries…” Grim said, and you hummed another ‘and?’ at him. “Aaaaaand thank you for the tuna,” he finally said. With that, you grabbed your house keys and began making your way over to Diasomnia.

Malleus Draconia

“Mal!” You called out, running over to him. He had been kind enough to have met you at the entrance, and you noticed a lack of guards. Malleus smiled over at you, opening his arms so you could run in and give him a hug.

“My child of man, how has your day treated you?” He asked and you chuckled, detaching yourself from him and smiling over at the imposing dragon fae.

“It’s been amazing! Found a snack that’s common in my world at Sam’s shop, and wanted to share some with you!” You asked, holding out the box, “Shall we head for your room?” You really didn’t want to be interrupted by any overbearing guards right now.

“Of course, right this way.” He said, holding out his arm for you to take. You happily grabbed it, letting him lead you over to his private room. It was always so neat and organized and smelled faintly of old parchment and ink. You sat down on his bed, opening up the box of pocky and putting one in your mouth. You held it for him, and Malleus was more than happy to grab one.

“What kind of snack have you brought today?” he asked, taking a small bite of it. He seemed satisfied with the flavor as he finished the small chocolate biscuit.

“It’s pocky, it was popular in my world…mainly in one country but it kinda carried over through media.” You explained before coughing into your hand, “There was even a game that was normally played with it.”

“What game was it?” Malleus said, and it was now your moment to be a bit embarrassed. 

“Well, someone held the end of the stick in their mouth, and then the other took the opposite end. Then you both nibble on it, until either it snaps or someone gets the last piece. Whoever has the larger snapped half, or takes the last bite, is the winner of the round.” You explained and this seemed to intrigued Malleus.

“Shall we play a round then?” He asked, and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you nodded. You put one end in your mouth and held the other out for Malleus. The moment he got onto the other, you felt like your heart was gonna jump out of your throat. His face was so close to your own. You guys slowly began nibbling on the stick, and you realized there was no way it was breaking.

Then you felt the soft peck of Malleus’s lips on your own. It was short and you felt him take the last piece, making him the winner. He pulled back, happy to see how flustered you seemed. He licked his lips, getting the small bit of chocolate that was on it.

“It seems like I won our little game,” he said, and you decided you wanted to be a bit bold.

“Can we have a rematch?” You said, grabbing another stick and holding it in your mouth. Malleus, loving this side of you, took the other end. It ended up with another soft kiss, this time you won. As you pulled back, Malleus had a small frown on your lips. You hummed, wondering what was wrong.

“You have something on your lips…let me get that for you.” He said, leaning in closer and licking at your lip. You felt like you could melt as you followed his lips. Malleus seemed to get the message, leaning back in and giving you a proper kiss this time around. Once you pulled apart, he smiled. “Mind if we have a rematch…? We’re tied right now.”

Lilia Vanrouge

“Now what did my little bat bring for a snack?” Lilia said, popping up behind you and making you scream in surprise. You spun around, seeing his smiling face, upside down, and it was oh-so-close. You backed up a bit, placing a hand over your heart as you tried calming down from your mini heart attack.

“Was it really necessary to scare me?” You whined, watching as Lilia flipped to be on his feet. His arms were crossed as he seemed to debate this for a moment, before that mischievous smirk appeared.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” He chuckled and you knew it was pointless to try and get any other response. “You never did answer my question, what did you bring?” he asked, not seeing a bag but knowing you probably put them in your pocket.

“I don’t know if I want to share them anymore.” You teased, making Lilia huff as he wrapped his arms around you and began leaning his weight into your body.

“Don’t be like that!” He chuckled, watching you stumble back a bit from him. He helped make sure you didn’t fall over and you decided to just give in.

“It’s pocky! I found some at Sam’s store. They were on sale and everything.” You said, pulling out the box. Lilia’s eyes glinted as he took in the box, then over at you. “They were popular back where I was from and I wanted to try them again…with you.”

“They were probably on sale since today is national pocky day here.” Lilia said and you were curious now. You didn’t realize something like that even existed, “Did you know there’s a game tied to these sweet treats?” He said, already dragging you to his room. As soon as you entered, you felt bold enough to speak.

“I’m aware.” You said, and Lilia clapped his hands before opening the box and waving it in your face.

“Let’s play a round then, to celebrate this joyous day.” Lilia said before sticking the chocolate covered end in his mouth, and holding the other half to you. You chuckled, grabbing onto the end. You began slowly nibbling and right as you thought you would kiss him, the stick snapped. Lilia chuckled, holding out his piece which was just a hair longer than your own. “Seems I won.”

“Rematch, right now.” You said, grabbing another stick. Lilia laughed before going along, biting onto the other end. Three rounds later, and they kept ending the same way. You were certain Lilia was doing this to tease you. You groaned in defeat, and that’s when Lilia put a hand on your chin.

“You seem disappointed? Were you hoping for another outcome?” he asked and you felt your cheeks becoming hot at the statement. “If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask.” He said before leaning in and giving you the well deserved peck on your lips. “So sweet…” he murmured under his breath, not being able to help himself as he pulled you in for another kiss.

Silver

You made your way through the familiar corridors of Diasomnia until you came across Silver’s room. You knocked three times before hearing Silver call to come in. The door was unlocked and you were hit by the sweet scent of lavender as soon as you came inside. You hummed happily, loving how peaceful his room always was. You could see Silver, sitting over at his desk, doing some homework before retiring for the day.

You walked over to him, placing the snack next to him and sitting on his desk. He looked up at you with a smile before going over the snack. “Is this pocky?” Silver asked, inspecting the box quickly.

“It is! It was a popular snack in some areas of the world where I come from. I was so happy to see they sell them here as well.” You said, taking the box from him and grabbing one of them out. You held it out for Silver, who just opened his mouth and let you place the treat inside. He nibbled on it lazily before swallowing and smiled.

“I know father has mentioned it before, but I’ve never actually had any. It’s sweet, but not overwhelming.” He deduced as you popped one in your mouth as well. The taste was exactly like how you remembered.

“You know, there was also a game that went along with these, for friends and couples to play,” you mentioned. This piqued Silver’s interest as he looked at the snack then over at you. “You each take one end of the pocky and eat it together. Whoever has the biggest piece after it snaps, is the winner. If it doesn’t snap, then whoever gets the last bite wins.” You explained and Silver seemed to find the game amusing.

“Is this why you wanted to eat them together, so we could play?” he asked, letting it click in his mind.

“Exactly…if you’re down of course.” You said and Silver smiled, taking a pocky and putting it into his mouth. You leaned over and took the other end. You both nibbled away until you felt his lips on your own. You managed to get the last bite and hummed, cheering a bit, “Looks like I won…want a rematch?” You asked with a wink. Silver smiled at this before nodding.

“We can’t leave the game at just one round, now can we? We have an entire box, after all.” He said, grabbing another one. This time he held it out for you to put in your mouth first. You happily took it between your lips and bent down for him. Another round with a soft peck at the end. This time, your lips lingered together for a moment longer and you couldn’t help but crave more from the man.

“Another round?” Silver said against your lips and you hummed before taking his cheek into the palm of your hand and leaning in for a proper kiss. Silver seemed satisfied, kissing you back as one of his hands landed on your thigh. Once you parted, you looked into his eyes and just knew he wanted more.

“We can play this game all night…I brought two boxes and I know Sam is open late.” You murmured and Silver just dragged you in for another kiss. Guess you didn’t need the pocky after all.

Sebek Zigvolt

You went to grab your shoes before hearing a knock at your door. You curiously walked over and opened it, seeing none other than Sebek at your door. His cheeks were flushed and he was breathing a bit heavy. You also took note of the PE uniform and figured he was on his evening jog, since Malleus didn’t need him during this hour.

“I was planning on coming over to you…but this works as well,” you said and Sebek seemed to be a bit flustered at reading the messages wrong. You took off the shoes and jacket you had thrown on before motioning him into the home.

“I apologize for the intrusion!” Sebek announced, coming inside and also taking off his shoes. He fumbled a bit before following you to your room like a lost puppy. Grim was too entranced to really take note that you two now had a visitor; he was happy to have found his premium tuna cans you got him.

“It’s no problem at all,” you said, getting to your room and opening the door for him. He walked inside, a bit stiff as normal, before looking around for a place to sit. “My bed or desk chair, all up to you.” You told him and Sebek opted for the desk chair. You sat down on your bed, grabbing the box of pocky out and tossing him one of them.

“What are these?” Sebek asked, his volume as loud as ever.

“They’re called pocky, they were a yummy snack where I used to live. Wanted to share it with you.” You explained. You opened up your own box before eating one of them, almost groaning with how delicious it was. You really did miss the smaller things. Sebek followed suit, lighting up at the sweet flavor before turning to you.

“This is a delectable treat! I’ll be sure to save some for Lord Malleus!” Sebek declared, and you just shook your head, wanting to laugh at his dedication to your other friend.

“I have plenty of boxes, I’ll send you home with a few to share with everyone.” You assured him before deciding to tell him, “There was a game that went along with these snacks as well.”

“A game? You must show me!” Sebek demanded, leaning a bit closer now with his excitement. You chuckled before quickly explaining the rules of the game. To your surprise, he didn’t seem bashful at all with the thought of it, probably not clicking with how the game ended. “We must play this game immediately!”

You loved the enthusiasm as you popped one in your mouth and motioned him to come over to the bed. Sebek didn’t miss a beat, coming over and placing his mouth on the other end. To your disappointment, it snapped within the first two bites. To no one’s surprise, you were the winner. Sebek gasped before grabbing another one, “Another round! I refuse to lose this time.” And again, the round ended in disappointment.

You two had almost gone through the entire box before you grew bored. He used all his jaw strength and wasn’t gentle at all, so of course it would snap, “Sebek…” You trailed off as he went to grab another one, “You know, I wanted to play this game as an excuse to kiss you, but if you’re going to keep breaking it, I’ll have to do this.” You said, grabbing his shirt and dragging him down for a kiss.

It seemed to click in Sebek’s mind what the game was for and he felt himself growing hot as you parted your lips. He looked on with shock before covering his mouth. “Human!” He began, and you really hoped he wasn’t mad. “If you wished for a kiss, all you had to do was ask! It could have spared us from playing this ridiculous game,” he said, going in for another kiss. You smiled happily into this one, feeling his warm and plush lips melding against your own.

“It’s only ridiculous because you kept losing.” You snickered once your lips were parted Sebek choked back an annoyed groan.

“That’s not it!” Oh, the king of denial was here.

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[fordohyon]

THE SECURITY HAS A CRUSH ON YOU?

PT.1

pt. 2!

PAIRING - maknaeline!xikers x fem!reader

TAGS - fluff

WARNING(S) - lmk if theres any, lmk if there are errors as well!!

wc - 2.2k, each member around 300-400

req by - @junghoonateezzanti

a/n - finally 🙌🙌 ive finished it!! sorry it took a while (like really really long), but i am now not procrastinating my reqs and doing them! Very long overdue!!

정훈

JUNGHOON

Since you've been dating, Junghoon has only seen you without makeup or minimal makeup. It's not that he thinks you look ugly, though he's seen you buy some and paid for a few. Your cousin's wedding is in about 3 hours, he knows about the wedding and you've talked about going together. Buzzing from your phone echoes throughout the room confirming that you called him. "Babe...? Isn't it too early?" Evident in his voice that he had just woken up. "Sorry, did I wake you up? Though, are you sure you're gonna come with me? I mean, it's your first time meeting my family and it's during a wedding." Your boyfriend hums as you babble,

"Of course..! We've talked about it, honey. I wouldn't say things I'm not sure of, okay? I'll be there, I'll bring my suit and things too." He voices, affirming you.

Your doorbell rings while you scramble to find your dress, your boyfriend messages, telling you he's at the door. Treading to your door and hearing your boyfriend calling out your name you open it instantly, "Hi honey, you look good." He mumbles whilst you kiss him. "Thank you... You'll be dressing up here?" You question him, making sure what you heard a while ago was right.

"Yes, I brought my suit and everything," Junghoon confirms with a warm smile, holding up the garment bag. "I thought it would be more convenient to get ready here together. Plus, I wanted to spend some extra time with you before we head out."

As you let him into your apartment, you notice a flicker of concern in Junghoon's eyes. Sensing his unease, you gently touch his arm and ask, "Is everything alright, Junghoon? You seem a bit off."

Taking a deep breath, he hesitates before speaking. "Well, I have to admit, I've been feeling a bit... insecure about it lately," he confesses, his voice hardly above a whisper. "Remember the security guard at my workplace who has a crush on you? it made me wonder if I'm not appreciating you enough."

Surprised, you reassure him quickly. "Junghoon, don't worry. I love you, and I'm committed to our relationship. I appreciate your concern, but my heart belongs to you.

Relief washes over Junghoon's face. "Thank you for understanding," he says gratefully. "I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page. I trust you completely, and our love is strong."

You pull him into a solace embrace, whispering, "Junghoon, you mean the world to me."

A sense of reassurance, you both get ready for the wedding. You take your coat, ready to go.

You both attend the wedding, your family asks about your boyfriend and invites him to dinner. Of course, he says yes.

(might make an imagine/drabble about the dinner with your family cs I've been missing junghoon a whole lot lately)

세은

SEEUN

He was already at your place before you were even thinking about getting ready for your date. "Babe...? Are you going to dress up in front of me?" He asks you, you who completely forgot about having Seeun over and about to take your towel off. "Get out... Please" You mumble meekly. "I'll tell you when I'm done!" you shriek at him, voice slightly shaking. As Seeun stumbled out of the room, his mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Jealousy surged through him, fueled by the sight of you preparing for your date in a way he hadn’t seen before. His extroverted nature had always made him feel confident, but now he found himself questioning his desirability.

Inside the room, you were left feeling a mix of vulnerability and confusion. The situation escalated beyond what you anticipated, and you desperately wanted to explain yourself to Seeun.

Outside, Seeun's heart sank as he realized the impact of his jealousy on your relationship. He berated himself for allowing his insecurities to overshadow his trust in you,

he gathered his thoughts and knocked gently on the door. "I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice filled with remorse. "I let my jealousy get the best of me." Taking a deep breath, you opened the door and looked into his eyes.

"I understand that seeing me dress up caught you off guard," you began, your voice filled with empathy. "But please know that you are the one I love and have chosen to be with."

Seeun's eyes softened as your words sank in. Realizing the significance of trust and communicatio. "I love you," he said earnestly. "I don't want my insecurities to come between us."

you both chose to set aside the tension and focus on strengthening your relationship. You promised to communicate openly, sharing your fears and insecurities.

You walked out of the room, leaving behind the misunderstandings and doubts that had momentarily clouded your love. As you went on your date together.

유준

YUJUN

Yujun was known for his contradictory nature—extroverted at heart but held back by shyness. You’ve been dating for several months. Sharing a deep connection, Yujun’s insecurities are about to be put to the test.

You had plans to attend a special event. It was the first time Yujun would see you get dolled up, as you usually preferred an easier look to do. As he waited for you to finish getting ready, his mind wandered to the security guard he had noticed at their previous outings. The guard always seemed to cast longing glances in your direction, and it fueled a growing jealousy within Yujun.

As the minutes ticked by, Yujun’s anticipation mingled with anxiety. When you finally came out of the bedroom, he was struck by you. The sight of your radiant beauty, accentuated by carefully applied makeup, took his breath away. But it also stirred up a storm of conflicting emotions within him.

Amid this internal struggle, the doorbell rang. It was the security guard, who had come to escort them to the event. Yujun’s heart sank. Throughout the evening, Yujun battled his insecurities. As he observed the guards’ charming and confident demeanor, he couldn't help but compare himself to the security guard. Doubts gnawed at him, whispering that he wasn't enough for you, that you deserved someone more outgoing and self-assured.

Sensing Yujun’s unease, you pulled him aside, her eyes filled with concern. "What's wrong, Yunjn?" you asked gently, your voice sufficed with care.

Stumbling to find the right words, Yujun finally mustered the bravery to convey his feelings. "I'm sorry. Seeing you all dolled up tonight... and the way he looks at you... I can't help but feel jealous. I worry that I'm not enough for you."

As you reached out to hold his hand, your eyes softened. "Yujun, I understand your concerns, but you mean the world to me. Your shy nature and extroverted heart are what make you so special. I fell in love with the person you are, and nothing can change that."

As Yujun listened to your words, he felt a glimmer of hope. Seeing that his envy was rooted in his insecurities and that you had chosen him for a reason.

As the night progressed, Yujun made an effort to entertain in discussions and showcase his extroverted side. With you by his side.

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HUNTER

Hunter found himself in the midst of a whirlwind of emotions. He had been dating you for quite some time, and your relationship had always been filled with understanding and support. However, tonight was different. It was the first time Hunter had seen you put on makeup, and it ignited a spark of jealousy within him.

As Hunter watched you carefully apply your makeup, he couldn't help but feel a pang of insecurity. His mind drifted to the security guard, whom you had encountered earlier that day. He exuded confidence and had a character that seemed to draw people in effortlessly. Hunter couldn't shake the feeling that you might be attracted to the guards' charming nature.

When you finally emerged from the bedroom, Hunter's breath caught in his throat. You looked breathtakingly beautiful, your natural features enhanced by the subtle touch of makeup. His heart swelled with pride, but at the same time, a wave of self-doubt washed over him.

As they prepared to leave for the evening, Hunter noticed that the guard would be at the event. A surge of jealousy coursed through Hunter's veins as he observed the guards' friendly banter with you during the walk there.

Sensing Hunter's inner turmoil, you gently took his hand and gazed into his eyes with concern. "Hunter, what's troubling you? You seem distant tonight."

Hunter hesitated for a moment, then finally found the courage to express his feelings. "Seeing you so beautiful tonight and the way the guard interacts with you... I can't help but feel jealous. I worry that I'm not enough for you."

Your understanding softened your eyes. You tenderly caressed his face and talked with an earnestness that never wavered. Hunter felt a weight lift off his shoulders as your words sank in. "Hunter, please know that, I love you and there's no one else I'd rather be with. Just be yourself, and that's more than enough for me." As your words sank in, Hunter felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

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YECHAN

Yechan had been dating you for quite some time, and your relationship had always been filled with experience and excitement. However, tonight was different. It was the first time Yechan had seen you put on makeup, and it kindled a storm of clashing emotions within him.

As Yechan watched you carefully lay on your makeup, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of insecurity. His mind wandered to the security guard they had encountered earlier. He had an undeniable charm, and Yechan couldn't shake off the feeling that the guard had developed a crush on you.

As you finished getting ready, you turned to Yechan with a radiant smile. Your beauty, enriched by the touch of makeup, took Yechan's breath away. But alongside the admiration, jealousy began to eat at him, threatening to overshadow their evening.

As they prepared to attend an event together, Yechan's unease grew when he realized that the guard had been assigned to escort them to the event. The thought of spending the night in the guards’ presence intensified Yechan's jealousy, and self-doubt started to cloud his mind.

Seeing the anguish on Yechan's face, you grabbed his hand and drew him away. "Yechan, is there anything wrong? You seem standoffish."

Yechan paused, not knowing quite how to say what was on his mind. But he understood that their connection depended on honesty. "Seeing you so beautiful tonight and the way he looks at you... I can't help but feel jealous. I worry that I'm not enough for you, that I can't compete with his charm and attention."

You cupped Yechan's face gently and your eyes softened. “His charisma may draw attention, but it's your light that shines brighter than anybody else's, Yechan. I like your gregarious demeanor and your capacity to make everyone around you feel special.” You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper.

"But most of all, I admire your kind heart and selfless nature. You make me want to be a better person." Yechan's cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he smiled bashfully. "I never knew you felt that way," he murmured. You smiled back, feeling your heart flutter at his sincerity. "Well, now you do."

[ashbub]

study date

donatello (rottmnt) x gn!reader

contents: mild cursing! [3.4k]

You scratched a few answers onto your blank worksheet that was scattered across your desk before you lightly brought the pencil to the end of your lips, eyebrows slightly pursed at the question in front of you. 

Exam season was approaching and you had cramped yourself in your room for the night to start turning in an ungodly amount of assignments. You had a couple of final projects due in a few days. So obviously, you had just started working on it.

Your usually tidy room curdled into nothing but the mess of greeting me–clothes, textbooks, and muddy shoes lay across the floor in knotted clumps. 

Of course, you couldn't chalk it up all to your procrastination. You had been picking up extra shifts at the local cafe you worked at down the street to cover your school tuition. Plus, gathering enough cash for your part of the rent for the apartment you shared with roommates took your time up from focusing on shit.

 The faint light of your laptop propped on your legs illuminated the tip of your scrunched-up nose, the cheap crushed-up coffee cans piling up in the tiny metal trash can by your feet. Bringing your stiffened arms above your head, you stretched as your cramped fingertips wiggled almost giddily in the air- A break was in order.

Picking up the half-eaten sandwich you had brought the other night from your shift, absentmindedly you brought the buttered bread to your mouth. The warm flakes began coating your bottom lip before eagerly scarfing it down as you began chewing, your sleepy eyes drifted hazily across the blaring screen for a possible movie to watch for the rest of the day.

Though, your thoughts often caused you to wander as your chewing slowed, eyes staring at the burning question you had tiredly thrown towards the corner of your desk. You could practically hear the nagging voice of your friend badgering you at the sight of another "missing" grade. 

If a friend was even appropriate to call him, that is.

"Fuck, okay, okay-" You mumbled under your breath into the hoodie you had randomly thrown on for the day, scootching your busted-up laptop closer into the warmth of your lap. Your fingertip grazed over the smooth mousepad, pulling up your recent messages and allowing your cursor to wander curiously over the icon.

'Hey Don, you busy?' You typed out, your bottom lip caught between your teeth for a moment before hesitantly questioning whether or not to hit the 'send' icon.

After a few moments, his icon perked up on your laptop screen.

Bootyyyshaker9000- You watched as the little gray dots bounced on the screen before a message finally appeared.

'No.'

You still found yourself slightly snorting at the name Donnie had selected for himself. Chuckling softly, you began wiping the corner of your smile with the edge of your hoodie sleeve as your fingertips glided over your keyboard for the beginning of a response. 

He seemed almost eager to answer your questions when you met on a random tutoring forum, sending pictures of explanations and step-by-step solutions. Admittedly, though you would never say it to him, you found Donnie rather adorable. Apparently, after searching him up online, Bootyyyshaker9000 was a pretty well-known tutor on the internet and a pretty fucking good one at that.

'C'mon, Donnie, help me with this fucking problem,’ You messaged back in reply, taking a quick swing of your half-empty coffee before adding a pleading, 'please?'

'The addition of a please does little to phase me, I'll have you know, [y/n].' Donnie's dry text bubble emerged while you found yourself scoffing at it. The bolded letters appeared in your inbox as you felt the edges of your sheepish smile at his pause, 'Hold on, gimme a sec, you lil shit, capish?'

You managed to convince Donnie to tutor you after the few exchanges you guys had shared online after waggling some money at the man. Strangely enough, you guys slowly became friends of sorts. Whether he was geeking out over some of his favorite shows or you were spewing complaints over waitressing to him after your long shifts, it didn't matter. Having someone excitedly listen to your deranged mumbles at the end of the day was oddly comforting. 

You would like to think he felt the same way in that sense. You never saw what he looked like after the numerous phone calls you shared, much to your speculation of what he was possibly hiding.

'You need any more help from Mr. Science himself?' His text bubble appeared on your laptop screen as you shuffled to read his reply, squinting at the faint glare of the messages. Donnie had taken a picture of his notebook somewhat awkwardly. He had scribbled at the corner of the page with eraser marks etching his messy penmanship. 

Admiring Donatello's work, you almost didn't catch the quick text he had sent, 'Or might I suggest we watch some movies for the night? Some Jupiter Jim reruns are perfect for a case of procrastination-'

For some reason, a faint warmth flushed your cheeks at the suggestion before shaking it off just as quickly at the thought. 'Whole bunch of work.' You coyly wrote back as you crushed up the caffeinated drink in your hand, eyebrow slightly quirked, 'You know, exam season is gonna hand my ass over to me, Don.'

You could practically hear the cockiness drip from Donnie's snarky tone, 'I might as well take it for you, huh? I bet I could take the exam and ace it from the material you showed me.'

The end of your smile slightly tugged, an itch of confidence taking over as you couldn't help but tease Donnie back, 'Why don't we meet up then if you wanna bet on it?' You suggested. You crane over and reach up toward the end of your desk, curiously as you pat around for the sticky notes from earlier from your studying, pulling them down and cleanly peeling a couple of pages off. 'We can finally meet up, help me out with some of the material and I'll treat you to some of the best pizza slices downtown. C'mon Don, we can even pick up a DVD?'

Though you have never directly asked Donatello to meet in person, he never stayed on the topic whenever you implied it in passing. It didn't take a rocket scientist to assume that he wasn't too fond of the idea personally.

With the two sticky notes, you scribbled down a few doodles and a mental note of a local rental DVD place near your apartment complex, realizing your excuse for hanging out with Donatello was wearing thin, his pause slightly obvious.

'You better be paying serious cash for my services, [y/n].' He finally relented after a few brief moments, his message short in a mocking tone. 'It ain't cheap to hire me for an in-person session, y'know.'  

You crumple up the old sandwich wrapper before tossing it into the waste bin by your desk, the previous crumpled-up study notes and post-it notes sticking from the sides of it. 'See? How hard was that? Thanks, Don Don!' You chuckled tentatively through your final text, your hum soft as you added genuinely to him, 'You are the literal best, you know that?' 

You grin at his theatrics, returning to a half-hearted review of the worksheet you had previously decided to discard for the day and nodding at his last message before closing your cluttered laptop. 

'Ew. Gross, [y/n], fucking disgusting. Get the fuck out of my inbox.'

You fiddled with some of the crumpled-up bills in the space of your coat pocket that you planned to use to treat Donnie to a rented DVD, gently smoothing up the faint wrinkles with the touch of your thumb ever so slightly.

You had slipped on a worn-out coat over your wool sweater you had thrown on for the occasion, the beanie you had nuzzled on your head covering the very tips of your burning ears.

Undoubtedly, you were a bit nervous at the idea of meeting Donnie. True, he had seen you a couple of times through videos you had sent him whenever you went out with friends or found a low-key restaurant hidden away in the city. You both agreed to meet at the local park a few blocks from your place. Your narrowed eyes drifted to the edge of the cloud in the sky where there was a brilliant white patch, like a turning page catching the sun. The rest was dove grey with a subtle hint of purple, just enough to announce the coming sunset, a rare sight to see in the bustling city of New York. 

You tried to look presentable regardless, eagerly switching between different sweaters that had been hung up in your closet untouched for what seemed ages now.

The freshly packed snow crunched beneath your slippers as you let your mellow breath mingle in the air, your apartment keys cool against the bareness of your knuckles. The street lights faintly began glowing a hue over your darkened shadow, the warm pizza slices carefully placed in a paper bag you had just picked up.

Finally settling by a park bench, you leaned against the pole of the streetlight.

Some children were running their last lap around the snowy playground set, tripping before they raced up the slide as their parents tried to convince them to start settling down and head home for the evening. Others took huge bites of their sweet candy apples from the local food trucks that began closing for the night, tossing the remains in a trash bin that lingered with crushed candy wrappers and smothered-out cigarettes. 

"Where are you, Don?" You muttered to yourself while snuggling closer into the warmth of the fuzz of your coat, dragging a lone finger down the screen of your slightly cracked phone before sending him another message in frustration. "Better not have left my ass stranded-"

You bumped into a stiff figure, brushing shoulders briefly as you jolted back a moment. You almost dropped the firmly rolled-up paper baggie you had been tightly clutching into the snow. 

The figure was tall and slightly lanky with an oversized hoodie thrown on and had managed to snag your Bro's Pizza bag from the fate of smacking the pavement. A hood was thrown over his head and a small black mask covered the bottom half of his face. You could make out a thick dark eyebrow slightly raised in confusion and you could have sworn that you heard the faintest ping go off.

"Donnie?" You whispered out, taking one step forward with hesitation in your movement, your thick block of a phone gripped tightly in your hand as your squinted eyes began to meet his, locking for the first time. You were certain that he was your Donatello.

He lowered his mask cautiously just an inch with one curled-up finger, and you began noticing the mossy green tinge to his smooth skin. Or the lack of other two other fingers. His dark almond eyes were framed by a long mauve fabric as he seemingly observed your face, taking imaginary data of your eyes slightly widening or lip ever so slightly pouted.

"Surprised?" Donatello stuffed one of his hands into the pockets of his purple hoodie, his pearly white teeth shining in a somewhat comforting attempt to soften the sudden reveal.

Perhaps you could have replied a bit quicker, but the words remained dryly lodged in the depths of your throat. You had never tried to imagine what Donnie looked like truthfully previously, despite curiosity wanting to do otherwise. You were taken aback, admittedly. Everyone who lived within the proximity of New York knew of the mysterious four guardians that sulked in the shadows of the city. 

Blurry photographs of them had been snapped of turtles racing across rooftops all across the city. Even you, who had just moved to New York a couple of months beforehand had heard tales of the infamous masked heroes.

Snowflakes began fluttering around the both of you. Some of the white flakes had been caught in the soft tuffs of your hair that stuck out from the shelter of your hat, reaching up your fingertips to swipe them away.

"Woah." You finally nodded the only words that seemed to encompass everything you wanted to say in that one moment.

"I kept debating whether to come here or not-" Donnie finally shrugged, loosely fidgeting with the pocket of his hoodie and knowing him long enough, you suspected him twiddling with the keypad of his phone for comfort. "Like generally speaking, could I flat out say, 'yeah [y/n] I'm a giant ass turtle that lives in the sewers and happens to give you tutoring sessions every Sunday afternoon, no biggie.' Cause that always works out." 

His last sentence was mused with sarcasm, scratching the back of his neck before taking an extra glance at the crumpled-out bag that he had managed to snag from you. The grease stains coated the bottom of the paper bag, "Do my senses deceive me? Lou-Mike-Tony-Toney's pizza?" He exclaimed in a fake gasp.

Donatello leaned on the top of the wooden park bench in his usual fashion, diagonally to you. Donnie's broad shoulders had relaxed, one hand twirling one of the rolled-up napkins you had tucked away in a myriad of tricks across his nimble fingers. 

"I remember what you like, Don." You finally retorted back and decided to sit next to the turtle on top of the bench, plucking the bag from his hands with a slight smile. "First one in line for your ass to grab the slice straight outta the oven."

You reached for the flimsy napkin from his clutch, reaching for a thick slice of pepperoni pizza in your hand and carefully folding it. The cheesy goodness hung at the very edge as each pepperoni slice had a little pool of grease within each one. 

"This is all just surprising, Donnie." You clarified with a slight wave of your hand, taking another hot bite of pizza before swallowing it just as quickly to avoid it burning the roof of your mouth. "I mean, the guy I've been getting tutored in biology just so happens to be one of the biggest superheroes in New York all this time?"

 Taking a bite of the hot slice of baked goodness, Donnie also fished out his slice out of the bag, chewing tentatively. There’s no telling if it’s because he’s choosing his words carefully, or still scoping your reaction. Probably both.

"You think I should have told you sooner, perhaps? I mean, I am pretty amazing and one of the most ingenious minds of this generation logically speaking, but still." His tone feigned a bit of fun before the turtle turned to look at you, a faint gleam in his eyes- "I mean, would you have come to still hang out with me if you had known I looked like this?"

Wiping the back of your hands on the ends of your crumpled napkin, a smile toyed on the ends of your lips, "Nah." You lightly chewed on the inside of your cheek while a frown playfully jested across your expression, "Would have probably gone for Mr. Draxum's online cafeteria lasagna lessons instead, seemed like loads of fun." 

Closing your eyes a bit, you took a breath. "Why would you even care, Don?" You hummed out, leaning your head back before glancing at him under your lashes, "You are amazing & crazy smart, you create literal inventions outta nothing, screw what anyone else thinks."

Donnie tilted his head to the side, his tone matter-of-factly, "Perhaps because you mean a lot to me? You are not just anyone, of course I care what you think-" his shoulder brushed against yours, "And you happen to be one of the most strong-willed people I know."

Donnie meticulously peeled off one of the pepperoni slices off his pizza, popping one in his mouth like a peppermint, "And it doesn't help that you are cute to look at y'know."

You looked at Donnie through the corner of your eye, his expression remaining the same. Like to him what he had said was more of a statistic rather than a compliment. Still, taking it as one, you were smiling contently to yourself.

"Cuter than Atomic lass?"

"Ah there, now don't push it." He replied after chewing some of the pizza, Donatello brought a dramatic hand to his forehead, eyebrows scrunched up together in feigned shock that had you snorting behind your cupped hands. "And I'll have you know that Mikey works real hard with Drax to put up top-quality video lessons every Monday! I take offense as I edit them to the pristine shape."

Your nose scrunches up, playful, but you pretend to frown at him while reaching for the last bit of buttery crust of your pizza slice. You’re about to ask him something else when he suddenly pipes up, lanky hands digging through his pockets. “Oh! That’s right before I get distracted-”

Donnie brings out another paper bag of his own, proudly tossing it onto your lap, "Oh ho ho, I have brought a contender for you to try for the best pizza in New York as well!"

Run Of The Mill Pizza was printed in a bolded font on a white paper bag, a skeleton's smile scribbled on his expression, Donnie began his excited ramble, "It is one of the best pizzas in undercity! Delicious! Cheesy goodness! It's- oh fuck it's pineapple." Donnie stopped curtly, peering into the bag himself with a scowl etched across his face.

Tossing the bag back towards you, Donnie relaxed his hands behind his neck before his eyes gleamed knowingly to you. "Don't think that I forgot either, [y/n]. Us turtles have a fantastic memory and I seem to recall a rented Jupiter Jim movie DVD is to be in my possession."

Lifting the wad of crumpled-up fives and ten dollar notes between your two fingers close to his eyes, you smiled smugly. "I have not forgotten, Dona, don't you fret now."

You could have sworn his emerald face flushed a dark shade of pink across his face at your sudden closeness. Just as quickly, his face turned away.

A bit of giggle escaped your lips. The park began thinning out now, only a few people scattered across the grass chatting amongst themselves under the hue of the moon. Dusk had come sooner than expected, the last of the sun's rays cosseted behind a soft grey cloud. The street takes on the look of an old photograph, every familiar thing a shade of grey. Slowly the view fades to blackness and the night begins. Aside from the sound of laughter of couples in the back, the park was quiet. The evening passes in amiable silence as you both admire the city, seemingly content to hear only the faint whistle of the wind and each other's steady breathing.

Softly, your fingertip drifts across the smooth wooden bench before ever so slightly brushing against Donnie's hand. At first, his long finger stiffens at the sudden touch, recoiling back a bit. Taking it as a sign of possible discomfort at the sudden affection, you began moving your hand back before his finger reached out and wrapped firmly around your pinky. 

You didn't turn to look at him. Your shoulders simply brush in the comfort. The bench was the kind of brown that spoke of warmth, the kind that is soft, placid, and welcoming as the night fell the blue haze of day lifted to reveal the faint glow of the stars. 

You both had walked under the street lights together as you both arrived together by the rigid concrete front steps of your apartment complex.

Donnie had insisted on walking you home despite your place being only a few minutes away from the park on foot. He had exclaimed in exasperation that it was his duty as your tutor to make sure you arrived safely home after such a “rigorous” study session. You both picked up the DVD together from a local shop, the flimsy plastic bag looped around the turtle's sleeve.

Finally, you climbed up the first few cracked steps to your small home. Donnie took a long glance at you, taking in how bundled up you were in thick cozy layers of your sweater and long coat. 

You both hadn't let go of each other's pinkies after the park.

"Thanks for walking me home, Donnie." You whispered softly in gratitude, his green skin warm mossy shade under the flicker of the dingy streetlight. Your bulky coat had been tightly buttoned up towards the end of the night as your breaths rose with a jocund vibe to greet the wintry cloud, to become a tiny part of warming up the cold.

Your fingertips lightly slipped away from his, his thumb warmly running over your pinky before allowing it to slip away from his familiar grasp.

Your eyes flickered curiously over Donatello once more, admiring how pretty the turtle looked under the milky hue of the moonlight. His dark black eyes revealing faint mingles of chocolate brown.

Donnie's dark eyes softened at the lightness of your voice, remaining still as you gently cupped the side of his face before pressing the smallest peck on the side of his cheek. 

Your lips left a warm flutter on his cheek like a dew freckled petal caught in a breeze, so soft and with the smallest hint of coolness.

His almond eyes widened a bit, growing warm under the graze of your lips before cupping his cheek just as quickly.

You waved a quick goodbye to him, opening the door just before Donnie could open his mouth.

Donnie smiled softly. Though the weekly newspapers blew about the street he paid them no mind. The turtle still thought of it as you headed inside, snow fluttering on his covered shoulders. His hand lingering warmly by where you had kissed him. 

"Oh shit." 

[444ileen]

♡ sweet loving ~ hinata shoyo ♡ no.2

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ time-skip era! angst, cursing, a bit of smut or suggestiveness, mm buckle up it’s a bit long pookies >_<

[no.1 click here]

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a sense of dread spread throughout your body. you paled at the numerous notifications. there was this feeling of unease, as if the past was gonna be brought up again.

heartbreak was another type of pain. knowing that if you open those messages it would open a bunch of emotions and thoughts you found hard to keep at bay.

you didnt have to open or read the messages.

right then you knew hinata is coming home.

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the group chats consisted of how a big welcome feast at some restaurant you didn’t even bother to get the details of would be thrown for hinata as apparently sugawara was the one who broke the good news.

the group chat that consisted of you, yamguchi, tsukkishima, and yachi. yams and yachi were trying to be sympathetic and then tsukki was just being the realist. saying things along the lines of “what did you expect? that he wasn’t gonna stay in brazil for the rest of his life? you knew this”

yachi private message you saying that if you didn’t want to no one would judge you for not going.

there was one message you couldn’t bare to open.

finger paralyzed hovering above the single notification.

fuck it

“i’m coming home [name] :)”

what the—

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sometimes you hated how easy going hinata truly was you looked like you were about to have a meltdown in a bar surrounded by sweaty people that look like they are have an amazing night.

he is so unreal. a part of you felt some type of way that he texted you and didn’t say nothing to the group chat.

if a little text could bring so much emotion out of you. you couldn’t imagine what emotions pour out of you if you saw him, be in the same proximity as him after being away from him for so long.

you felt so dumb. hinata had away of making you feel so dumb. he bewitched you. you fell for him so hard. you dumbly thought you two would never break up. you and him balanced eachother out but you tipped over the edge and now this is the state of your relationship.

here you are dumbly letting this dictate your mood for the rest of your night, probably even your week.

“damn you look like shit” [f/n] came with the scored drinks, laughing.

“yeah well my ex is coming back from brazil of course i look like fucking shit”

“yikes! no way hinat—he who shall not be named is coming back all of a sudden it’s like the middle of september that’s so random” [f/n] exclaimed quickly reaching out to grab your hand.

“i know…i know”

“hey it’s okay” squeezing your hand in a sense of comfort that did little to ease your unwavering roller coaster of emotions.

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“here’s what we are gonna do…your gonna put your prettiest dress on and your gonna go in and show them no him that your fine you’re great your stunning and he missed out” [f/n] ranted aggressively going through your closet putting some dress options on your bed.

“[f/n] i don’t know if that’s a good idea what if i just make a fool out of myself” you protested laying in your pjs in bed.

“you’ve been procrastinating on whether to go or not the pass few days if you didn’t want to go you wouldn’t be hesitating just go i’ll take you and stay in the parking lot the wholeeee time”

“really you’d do that for me”

“i would literally kill for you”

“uhh let’s not go that far”

“no seriously you need to know how much of a ride or die i am cause i would totally—“

you could help but laugh at your friends statement.

“yesss!!! finally there’s that laugh geez i’ve been telling you my best jokes and nothing the least you could do was fake laugh at them” smiling [f/n] came out of your closet with your favorite dress that just made you feel confident.

“damn i haven’t wore that dress in forever!”

“i know that’s why i picked it” [f/n] stated with a grin gently pushing it in your arms “now change”.

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“you won’t leave right?”

“nah i promised i’ll be in car i’ll catch up on my show plus i have a shit ton of snacks in here”

[f/n] had you drag you out of the car door even smiling awkward at people who looked at you two like maniacs.

“[name]…?”

“yachiiii please walk with her in the restaurant she’s so nervous” [f/n] pleaded hugging the girl and looking into her eyes with a pout.

“of—of course!!!” yachi said flustered at [f/n] clung to her causing her cheeks to flush.

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“yachi im gonna throw up im so nervous!”

“ahhhh—uhh don’t do that! it’s okay don’t worry i’ll be here with you and [f/n] is outside if anything”

you both reached table where you were taken to.

“hi everyone” you greeted awkwardly. you haven’t spoken to everyone in awhile your honestly surprised they didn’t kick you out of the group chat a long time ago.

“you came!” was all you heard when someone attacked you into a tight bear hug.

his scent. his warmth…you missed it.

pulling away from you he smiled so brightly for a moment it felt as if he never left.

it’s the same smile that made you fall for him in the first place.

you finally look at him. like actually look at him.

big was the first world that came to mind.

his arms were bigger, his hands that were still touching your wrist were big. his muscles everything he looked so manly.

he seemed more mature weirdly yet seems to be the same before his departure. he excuted a newfound air of confidence to him as well.

he looked handsome.

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you purposely sat the far end of the table. to be able to swiftly leave if anything happens and to just avoid being close to hinata.

you caught yourself zoning out and staring at him too much.

“are you okay?” a voice muttered really close to your ear that you jolted.

you knew that voice, so you looked up suprised he even asked.

“yes, tsukki you do care about meee~” leaning to him you whisper with a grin placing a hand on his arm.

he just rolled his eyes and went back to speak to sugawara.

grabbing your drink a bit happy that this get together hasn’t gone south.

“hinata~ any girlfriends in brazil?!” noya raise his voice excited to catch up with his dear friend.

as much as you tired to act like you weren’t listening you could help but fully pay attention and look to hinata to see his response.

“um—no” hinata answers but he looks nervously to you.

“really?!?!”

“mmhm swear!”

you turn away to avoid looking at them. the wall looks real interesting right now.

hinata kept looking at you. you could feel his piercing stare. it made you nervous.

tanka and nishinoya share glance. they have always rooted for you to since before you even knew you liked eachother.

“noya why about you” tanka asked

“nahhh sadly” noya said dramatically clutching his shirt.

“and you…[name]?!” tanka asked causing literally everyone minus kageyama who could care less about this situation.

“huh?!” you asked surprised. (why are we discussing our love lives right now)

hinata looked at you he had a serious expression on his face for some reason.

“um no?”

“eh? sounds like you did! tell us”

“what—seriously i didn’t”

“really? i could have sworn—“ yamguchi started off but yachi nughed him.

the table was filled with an awkward silence.

“enough stop pressuring [name]!” dachi scolded everyone.

“i had a fling that’s all a year ago but it wasn’t anything serious” you state firmly. there was no harm in saying the truth. the guy was nice you went on like three dates but you guys just didn’t fit eachothers life and you didn’t see a future for you two.

“oh cool” hinita stayed with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

you felt bad. you felt guilty. you hated that you felt like you hurt him. like if you cheat on him or something…insane.

the night continues as everyone celebrates hinata’s return.

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a couple days passed.

you sat in a small cafe in a corner table by yourself staring at your laptop.

you haven’t heard anything from anyone. it made you overthink perhaps you fucked everything up. maybe everyone…maybe hinata hates you. he had been happy to see you then now nothing.

when you two broke up you were literally so miserable you felt so lonely hinata was after all your best friend. you couldn’t even get to say goodbye to him or see him off at the airport.

it took you so long to even go out with your friends. through a classmate they set you up on a blind date with their friend. that was the little fling. there really was nothing to it. it made you feel nice to get ready to and to get know someone. but it was more friendly than romantic.

“order number 17”

you sighed and quickly got up to get your order bumping into a rather firm chest. who grabbed your arms to stabilize you.

“hinata”

“hey” he stated with a smile “i never expected to run into you here”

“ah yes um this is where i come to study and stuff it’s really peaceful plus the coffee is really good”

“i checked on my phone for cafes near me cause i moved into an apartment not far from here”

“oh i see”

“yeah”

“order number 17”

“oh wait excuse me hinata that’s me i have to get my order”

as you go up to counter you take a deep breath why is it easier to speak to him now is it cause you already experienced the whole anxious first met.

quickly you sat down back on your table with your order.

you watched him order…he really is so good looking he looks really handsome today he was dressed casually but you could tell even the barista was flustered.

should you ask him if he wants to sit with you or…is that to weird. damn it where over thinking again

you groan tiredly rubbing your face.

“mind if i sit?”

“ah yes i was gonna ask you…”

hinata just nodded with a small smile.

you close your laptop and set it in your bag.

“what we’re you working on?” he stated taking a sip from his drink.

“just an assignment…it’s really horrible and long but its worth like half of my grade i’ve been procrastinating it”

“are you almost done with it?”

“yeah i’d say i’m almost done i need to just add some finishing touches”

then silence it’s like if there was a lot to unpack but no one dared bring anything up.

“we didn’t really get to talk late time…”

“oh yeah to many people…i’m really happy you went though”

“yeah of course… i’d go i-i missed you” you say hesitatantly.

“i missed you way more” hinata said quickly he had a frown.

you sighed might as well start this talk.

“let’s get out of here wanna walk with me?”

“mm yeah” he stated sitting up.

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where did that confidence to have the tough conversation go…you two were just walking he was waiting for you to say something.

“i-how was brazil?”

“[name] you never answered my calls or my messages”

“…” you just stared at him…and winced…yup we’re doing this.

“i thought of you the whole time i was other there i kept asking for you but you not only stopped talking to me but the others they were a bit hurt too”

“i couldn’t push myself to speak to you…”

“…”

“hinata like i’m not gonna be all happy go lucky after we broke up especially like that…i now understand like logically why you did what you did but it doesnt stop that it hurt me”

“[name]—“

“the airport. why? why would you do that to me? like how did you expect nothing to change after you literally tore me up before you left”

“i was scared. i didn’t want our relationship to be reduced to nothing i was scared my time there would break us. so i thought it would be better to stop while we were good than it break and us not even speak to eachother but it ended up the same”

“hinata you—literally we had spoken prior that we were gonna make it work…i would make it work for you…i was literally already gonna visit you and we would of been fine”

“[name] it really wouldn’t be fair to you…i wouldn’t be able to give you my whole attention the time difference the different lifestyles”

“i didnt care…i swear i’d make it work because thats how much i love you but you didn’t even let us try…you didn’t believe in us…in me”

“you’re right”

you couldn’t help but feel relief when he said that it made you glad that you were able to express yourself especially after so long of feeling.

“i’m sorry…”

“i’m sorry too…i understand why hinata but it hurt so much not even to say goodbye to you”

he hugged you so tightly dropping both your drinks in the process.

“all i’ve wanted to do is hug you see you since i’ve got here it was already bad when i was in brazil but being so close to you is worse”

“me too”

“i’ve never stopped loving you…i’ve never stopped thinking about you and it’s part of the reason i came back…i wanted to settle here with my career and with you”

“hinata”

“i know i know” he said biting his lip he looked like a sad puppy.

“hinata i never stopped loving you either…i couldn’t speak to you cause it would hurt to hear your voice”

“then you should of texted me or something” he stated with a bit of a pout.

“i was trying to get over you, why would i text you”

“are you?”

“we’re here aren’t we?”

“what does that even mean”

“hinata don’t be dense now i wouldn’t be clearly still hurt about all this if i had moved on plus i just told you i’m still in love with you”

“i know i just wanted to hear it clearly from you”

you both smiled at each other.

“so what now…” you honestly wanted to kiss him so bad.

clearly you were being really obvious since hinata got red and played with the collar of his shirt.

fuck why was he so cute.

“don’t look at me like that”

“huh”

“don’t look at me like that” he whined running his hand through his hair looking away his ears matched his face they were red.

you blushed and looked away. you wanted to eat him up.

he looked around and grabbed your wrist gently pulling you walking quickly.

“what—“

“we’re going to my apartment” he just sent you a smiled that you weak at the knees.

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you two practically ran up the whole apartment building and he was rushing to open the door.

he finally did. he stepped aside and let you in first taking your bag and coat and putting it on the coat rack.

before you could even say anything he grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and gripped your hip with the other pulling you close and smashed his lips on yours.

you sighed into the kiss…you missed him so fucking much.

you took this opportunity to finally touch him to run your hands up muscles and his back.

pulling apart you both weee breathing heavily in a sort of daze.

only to kiss passionately once again. picking you up by you thighs he sets you on the couch placing himself in between your legs.

he caresses you, squeezing the soft skin of your thighs with his rough hands.

you break the kiss to nibble on his ears and neck. you could get enough of him. you were grinding up to him.

he was a groaning and trying so hard not to be a whining mess “fuck—[name] you’re so good to me baby”.

he was so turned on it was painful. he could feel how much your pussy was throbbing.

you were so embarrassingly wet right now. it was too much how overwhelming it was.

“i need you so bad” you whispered into his ear.

he licked his lips and took off his shirt.

hinata was sitting up still between your lips in daze smiling pulling off your clothes.

he was almost drooling he couldn’t wait to taste you. to be inside of you. to be able to hold you in his arms again.

it was gonna be a long night.

✎: nah cause timeskip hinata could get it! like i remember i was tweaking when i seen him in the manga like jsjshskwy. hopefully you guys are okay with this i’ve never written smut before yikeees i didn’t want to make it cringy or something pls be nice and don’t judge me! :D

[moonshynecybin]

Can't decide on a specific scene but i'll take anything you have to say about i'll meet judgement by the hounds bc at this point i have re-read it so many times ...

the thing about ill meet judgement by the hounds is that literally no concrete planning went into writing that thing. i was up against a deadline for a grad school assignment i was procrastinating like NOBODY'S BUSINESS had two panic attacks that week (unrelated to school!!) and then flew to bath with my roommate spur of the moment. posted that ch2 late at night zooted on my anxiety meds and and woke up to some LOVELY messages that i read on a bus when i was pulling away from the airport. insane experience. i didnt even want to give it a chapter two right away i was like IM BUSY. and then i wrote it immediately.

BUT to actually talk about the fic. like you asked <3. i actually had this idea that i wanted to follow marc's pov (at that point i had only written vale) and get inside his insane headspace leading up to his arm surgery and then be like. wouldnt it be crazy if vale was there and wanted to reconcile a bit but he was also kind of avoiding SAYING THAT. wouldnt that make marc feel EVEN CRAZIER. marc marquez saw trap simulator. inside you there are two wounds one is valentino rossi and the other is your fucked up arm. anddddd 2022 seemed like the ideal place for a rosquez reunion to me! like. dramaturgically. marc is on the brink. vale has just retired (easy to get a reason for him to have an epiphany regarding marc, made even easier bc marc pov means i never have to explain it in depth !)

and the thing about this fic is that it was supposed to be. A LOT longer. go race by race until his surgery and have them talk a lot more. change a little more gradually. but uh. ive already said my life was insane at that time and i got excited and fucking SENT that badboy. (again. i was lightly tranquilized.) which i think MOSTLY makes it better but the pacing is still little wacky. anyways i do think of the scene i cut where marc talks to alex all the time but i think i also fully deleted it! dont write fic under the influence! i also cut a BIG scene of them at the french GP where vale brings marc a sandwich and makes him eat it. it should also be noted that i was doing SO much journalism research about this period and i found a bunch of WILD quotes from marc that i compiled into a small insane vision board of them to ground my fic in his crazy way of conceptualizing his life. that i apparently also deleted while zen-ed out. so

more stupid behind the scenes under the cut

actual plot summary (my "outline") that i wrote out at the top of my google doc complete with typo:

Thinking about how absolutely distressing it would be for Marc pre surgery or right after if Vale tried to reconcile. Early 2022 before surgery decision and post Vale retirement

Scenes of Vale like. earnestl y talking to him. Marc represses a panic attack every time. race by race?

and here's what i had written for aragon, which is full of lines i just thought of with NO context or structure like this part would NOT take off the ground. you might notice some of them get repurposed later in the fic:

III. French GP, 2022. P6.

Marc’s still not out of the habit of reaching for him, apparently. He looks— God. Marc’s head hurts just looking at him. He could swear he has defenses from this, from how Marc can feel where he is in every room they’re in together. He guesses somewhere in the last few weeks he’s lost them, again. Just another thing he used to be good at.

despite everything, Marc can feel himself relax, with Vale here. The warm heat of him sharing space. He used to feel like this all the time. Vale to his left. His arm, casual and pain free, on his right. Now he's scarred all the way down both sides.

He remembers when he was a kid and he met Vale. How he had winked at Marc and said, I'll look out for you, cradling the toy car that Marc had brought specifically to give to him in his hands. How Marc had turned it over in his brain for years. I'll look out for you.

Marc bargains with himself

Marc does stupid, stupid things when Vale is in his life. He knows this. Going to the ranch is a bad idea. the press alone, if anyone finds out, would feed the paddock journos for years. It would be stupid— risky

Someone needs to tell him not to race. calm him down. Usually, it’s Álex. 

MORE OUTLINE: Vale brings him a sandwich and Marc wants to cry, terrible race. They watch a movie its very Valentino voice lemme take care of you !!! but no talking about their past lmao. maybe arm

Genuinely terrible race. That one stat about alwasy finishing top 5 or crashing. Vale like actually gets him to talk about his arm which gets no where fast (guest alex?) and riding misery begins to reach a tipping point

[xxwhiskeyxx]

Swiss x Chubby Reader

Summery: (Y/N) is the new multi-ghoul added to the band by papa in order to help cover all the spots he thinks is needed and increase quality of the sounds. Two things to know about (Y/N) is that, while they aren’t ashamed of their body, they are the heaviest of the band ghouls. You heard me correctly, they have more ass than our dear Aether. The second is that (Y/N) and Swiss hold a small rivalry as they are both Multis, while normally just playful jests or challenges to guitar or singing battles, one day Swiss just so happen to have had a very shitty day and of course Sodo is Sodo and has to be a pain in the ass. This leads to unfortunate events happening but Swiss kisses it better ;)

(Y/N) is the newest ghoul summoned by papa to help out the band and just so happens to be another Multi-Ghoul, but even though they are new they have caught onto the skills of the others quite quickly. They were tasked to be a second bassist or acoustic for some songs, percussion and backup vocals for others, jumping on the piano and synths with Cumulus and Cirrus for Mummy Dust, and even joining Papa Nihil for what is now a sax duet in Miasima (Idea surprising brought up by the eldest Papa when he discovered the curvy Ghoul had taken an interest in the saxophone); all of these skills have led to Dew joking that their here to take Swiss’ place causing a small rivalry between the two Multis, mostly led by the smiling ghoul. Though mostly playful bouts, such as Swiss challenging (Y/N) to prove who can hold out the climax of Mary on a Cross the longest ((Y/N) kicked his ass due their breath holding practise for sax playing), imitating Dew and Aethers guitar battle but actually trying to play better than the other while hurling picks at each other (Swiss actually won this one because (Y/N) threw a pick that missed and instead nailed Mountain in the face, causing the Earth Ghoul to leap from behind his drum kit and chase down the laughing ghoul and hold them upside down by their ankles until they apologized), once Swiss even tried to play their sax to show that he’d be better for the duet but instead just let out loud honks that brought Seestor sprinting in the practise room asking who let Nihil out of his office. Now, while this “rivalry” between the Multis have brought them closer as friends, it has also led to both growing feelings for the other.

Now today, Swiss has had a terrible day. He woke up late for his chores, immediately tripping and stubbing the shit out of his toe on his desk when he scrambled out of bed to try and rush to get ready, had run out of toothpaste so he had to make due with just mouthwash, turned out his uniform was slightly stinky and wrinkled due to him just tossing it on the floor and not hanging it but he didn’t have a spare due to him procrastinating on laundry for the last two weeks, and when he finally managed to get out of the ghoul dorms with no other injuries or mishaps, he just so happened to run into the pair of Sisters that have been pestering him for the last month to “come visit them in their dorm” even after he had tried to politely hint he wasn’t interested in them. But the Sisters either didn’t get the message or believed they could get him to change his mind. They had immediately latched onto his arms, whining that they had gotten lost and if he could help them find Secondos office, batting their lashes at him and pout thiers thin lips to their and entice him. He was forced to help them due to the fact they wouldn’t let go of him until he practically dragged them to Secondos, where he was finally released and promised that “they’ll find and give their thanks later”, the wink the taller one gave sent a disgusted shiver up his spine as he was finally able to begin his chores, which was only one due to there being a band practise today. What is his one chore you ask? Nothing too hard, just having take his turn in deep cleaning all of Copias rat cages, giving them fresh water and food, and then bathing every single of his 42 rats. It’s not the worst chore the ghoul could have been assigned, he could have been like Dew and have to do the kitchens inventory which always left the poor Fire Ghoul with a terrible headache and incredibly grumpy due to his ADHD and Dyslexia. But Swiss hated it because while Copia is an amazing rat dad and didn’t let the cages get too dirty, deep cleaning it is a whole other story when you realize there are 4 cages, all of which have at least 4-7 levels filled with hay, toys, rat droppings, food bits, nesting material, and all the other things needed to keep the rats happy. Then he had to bathe the rats, of the 42, only about 18 like to be bathed; every other one will squirm, bite, screech, and fight him as he tried to scrub them clean while hunched over copias tub. He always leaves wet, smelly, and with a headache that matches Dews. Normally he wears old clothes and brings his uniform to change into when he had band practise after he finishes, he also normally finishes with enough time to lie down on the couch in Copias room and rest his eyes or scroll on his phone for at least an hour before practise. 

But today, Satan decided to punish him for whatever reason and he had forgotten in his rush to grab his rat day clothes and because he both woke up late and was even further delayed by the Sisters. He is finishing his last rat around 10 minutes before he needs to be set up and ready to go in the practise room for tonights 4 hour practise. He dries the final rat and places them with their siblings in one of the cages, he grabs his uniform shirt from the back of the couch from he had left it in order to try and not get it as smelly as the rest of him but with a groan he realizes that he is still damp and smells like dirty rat water, so despite his efforts he is still going to smell. He looks around the room and spots copias cologne and body sprays, he quickly runs and sprites a little bit of what looks to be the cheapest one and begins his journey to the band room. Making it ith 2 minutes to spare, he sits on his stage and leans his head against his guitar so he could have a few moments to shut his eyes as the others, minus Dew who is mimicking Swiss, mill about. “You look like shit, are you feeling okay?”, a soft voice that reveals itself to be (Y/N) as he opens his eyes and fixes them with a playful glare. “Bad day, on top of that, it was rat day.”, he states simply before closing his eyes and leaning back down against his guitar. He hears (Y/N) move before he feels a hand hesitantly be placed on his head, he is curious to what the younger ghouls motives are so he keeps his head down, a second hand joins the first and they begin to soft scratch his scalp then massage his temples and neck, working the headache and aches from the taller Multis head and a soft purr to erupt from his chest as he leans into the touch. “Fucking hell that feels better than any orgasm I’ve ever experienced,” Swiss jokes as (Y/N) chuckles and continues their motions, “I know rat day is a pain in the ass, I did this for Aether after his turn last month and he just about melted into my bed, so I figured it might help you too.” (Y/N) informs him as Papa claps his hands and announces that it is time to begin, “Feel from to come by my room after practise if you still feel bad and I can continue this okay”, they offer as they jump off his stage to ask papa where they need to begin since they bounced all around the stage depending on the song. The taller Multi stares after the curvier as he flushes lightly at the lingering feeling of their hands, they were plump with calloused fingers but not unpleasently so. He shakes the thoughts of them moving much further south than just his neck as he stood, waiting for Papa to announce the first song.

Timeskip to After Practice

The four hours passed surprisingly fast, the band went through the set list a few times with small 15 minute breaks inbetween every couple of songs before Papa decided to let them have a little bit of fun and asked each of the ghouls, one at a time, what song they would like to play. Some were obvious picks, Sodo began Year Zero almost immeditaly after Papa said his name, Rain wanted Con Clavi Con Dio, Cirrus asked for Mummy Dust, and some were a surprising, Aether suggested Faith, Cumulus picked Per Aspera Ad Inferi, Mountain requested Kiss the Go-Goat, and Swiss asking for Mary on a Cross. The Multi had absolutely nailed the vocals, outlasting (Y/N) for the first time, and this had made him smirk at his “rival”, “Think you can beat that?” No one was truly expecting their newest member to ask for Miasima as their revenge piece, but no one could blame them because they had noticed how much they loved switching out their silver and black bass for the silver tenor sax with golden buttons that Nihil had gotten made for the curvy ghoul, though at times it could be quite humorous to see the smaller multi dancing around with a sax nearly the size of themselves. They did start out on their bass but during the time that Nihil was wheeled out is their time to quickly run backstage, switch out the bass for the sax, make sure it is in tune, and run back on stage just in time to join in; though with it being a practice, they were on their own for the entire thing which they had absolutely no problem doing, just having to switch out a little faster, which having the sax next to them on the stage vs backstage helped, but they also couldn’t tune in the middle of the others playing. Swiss had absolutely nailed the vocals, outlasting (Y/N) for the first time, and this had made him smirk at his “rival”, “Think you can beat that?” It started off normal, the guitarists having fun with each other but (Y/N) soon backed off from where Dew and Aether were playfully circling them, before towards their sax as the time to switch intruments came closer. They set their bass in the stage that was next to their sax before quickly picking up the tenor sax and throwing the neck strap over their head; but before they head back up towards the front of the stage, they looked up at Swiss and noticed that he was also looking at them, this is when (Y/N) decided this is a chance to mess with the leaner ghoul. (Y/N) lets their tongue trail up the neck of the sax and over the mouthpiece in a obviously over exaggerated way of rewetting their reed before winking at Swiss and turning towards the front of the stage with a whip of their tail, swaying their hips much more than necessary. This both shocked and turned on the now blushing Multi as his eyes cannot leave the wide hips swaying away from his stage, the angle accentuating the curve and size of their ass in their mandatory uniform pants as their tail flicked up flirty in small flips that drew more attention to their backside. This teasing motion also caught the attention of a certain perpetually horny Fire ghoul and bulky Quintessence ghoul who both couldn’t look away from the sexy ghoul who had just started the intro of Nihils solo. tThe pair quickly walk over to them, Sodo from the front and Aether from the back, (Y/N) smirks around their mouthpiece as they play into their game of backing up towards one before leaning and walking forward the other, keeping their eyes on Swiss as they did so. Their fellow Multis hungry gaze had not left their form from what they noticed, sending another wink towards him as they turn towards the front, finishing the solo with the longer than needed last note. They let the finally note and sax drop with a exagerated bow, but before they could fully stand up, their being hugged by Aether and Sodo. 

The pair were hyping up and teasingly requesting that the curvy Multi to join them in the Fire gremlins room for some fun later that night, Dew whispering in their ear how turned on he was by their movement with a not so subtle grind into their hip/ass as Aether nipped their neck, purring out his praise for them. This type of attention is unfamiliar to (Y/N) but still brings a bright blush to their cheeks and neck whenever their given it as they aren’t entirely used to it, laughing, “I may take you guys up on that, but I also promised Swiss I’d help him out if he still had a headache and felt bad since today was his turn for rat day,” (Y/N) says, “So if he doesn’t need me, I’ll come by a little later.”, they promise with a stroke to Dews hair and Aethers cheek which draws a growl from the gremlin, ”He was singing, dancing, and playing with no issues, so I doubt he still feels bad. Come onnn, you know we’re much better company than his sorry ass. What do you two even do when you hang out, all I ever hear from your room when he’s in there is the TV or music playing?”, Dew whines, feeling incredibly tuned on and impatient, he may or may not have a slight crush on (Y/N) too. He had at been an ass to them when they were freshly summoned but quickly realized the quick tongue and talent that (Y/N) had, along with them being hot as fuck, who couldn’t resist. “Just because I’m able to sing and play my instrument, doesn’t mean my headache is gone dumbass. I wasn’t “dancing around” either, you didn’t look at me at all this practise cause you were busy eyefucking (Y/N)!”, the said ghoul growled out having come up behind them to give (Y/N) their congraduations since they had clearly won this last ‘competition’ and to ask if their offer was still up, when he had heard Dew’s proposition, with flared up a feeling of jealously within the lean Multi. He knew that (Y/N) had spent time with the pair of ghouls and even with Rain and the Ghoulettes once or twice, but he still didn’t like hearing it. “Guys calm down, if (Y/N) wants to help Swiss out with his headache and shit let them, we both know you always want to be coddled and babied after your turn for rat day Sodo, so shut it. They said they’ll maybe come by later, lets go.” Aether had broken from the hug when he noticed Swiss approaching, knowing Dew was probably going to try to piss him off so he could have his way, “We’ll see you later doll, hope you come by and visit~,” he adds with a wink as he drags the protesting Fire ghoul out of the room, leaving the pair of Multis alone. “You don’t have to help if you wanna go hang out with them..my headache is mostly gone and my neck feels better,” Swiss offers, rubbing the back of his neck with a slight wince which makes (Y/N) roll their eyes, “It’s obvious it’s not fully gone Swiss, I offered to help so I’m going too, those two will and usually fuck without me there so it’s nothing,” they giggle as they rock back and forth on their heels, “I still gotta put up my bass and my sax, if you wanna get a head start, I’ll meet you in my room?”, they suggest as they turn to complete the said tasks, “Nah, I gotta put up my guitar and stuff too, might as well walk together.”, Swiss says as he does so too. Within 5 minutes, both have finished and are getting ready to leave the band room, turning off the lights as they were the last ones out.

The pair of Multis were walking down the hallway towards the ghoul den, making small talk to fill the silence of the old chapel surrounding them when an high-pitched squeal suddenly interrupted the pairs talking, Swiss groans and tries to drag (Y/N) towards the ghoul den but realizes it’s too late when he hears the Sisters call him name, “Swissy! We knew you’d come by, we were just thinking you abandoned us again!”, the taller Sister called out to him, her black hair shining in the candlelight that illuminated her lingerie covered body from behind through the door of her dorm. Her slim figured was outfitted in a sheer pink babydoll with some kind of strappy bra and pantie set underneath, the raven headed girl was leaning against the threshold in a sexy-esc pose as her roommate came up behind her in similar lingerie. The smaller, big breasted brunette pouts as she steps out of the room, crossing her arms as she calls, “Yeah, we knew you guys got out of practise around this time, but we hadn’t heard from you so we were about to just, get undressed and go to bed~,” she takes a step closer to the pair, (Y/N) was trying to hide their insecurity when compared to the sexy pair of Sisters in front of them as they hide behind Swiss as much as they could, not noticing Swiss trying to subtly hint that he wants to leave. The smaller brunette grabbed Swiss’ hand when she came within reach and tried to pull him towards the dorm room, “So why don’t you ditch the cow and come have some fun with us baby.”, she looks (Y/N) up and down before batting her eyelashes up at the tall ghoul. “I..I’m sorry, I did..I didn’t know he had plans with you two, he..he had asked me to help wit-”, (Y/N) tried to explain themselves but was cut off by a scoff from the taller, “Yeah, yeah I’m sure you asked him to hang out with your pathetic fat self to make yourself feel better, do you think he actually likes you, you think any of the ghouls like you? I’ve seen you around, your fat, annoying, and a show off; all you do is show off and put Swiss down in practice and at rituals, just because you play more instruments doesn’t mean your better honey. The others only put up with you because summoning Multis is as rare as ones like Aether, I’m sure Copia makes them hang out with you because he insisted that no one feels left out.” 

(Y/N) had tears spilling down their cheeks as they pull away from Swiss and takes off down the hall towards the ghoul dorms, the Sister holding Swiss’ hand tries to pull him again while giggling after what had just happened with (Y/N), but the Multi stood staring after the shorter ghoul. “Come on Swiss, lets a-”, “Shut the fuck up and get the hell off me!”, he snatches his arm away from the Sister and steps back, staring at them in disgust. “I don’t want either of you to ever fucking touch me, I don’t like either of you, you both fucking disgust me. I tried to be nice, but when you disrespect the one I care about you don’t deserve niceties anymore,” he spits at them, “You don’t mean you actually like that pig?”, the black haired Sister questions from the door, her arms crossed over her chest, “Yes, I fucking love them if you’d care to know, they are the sweetest, most caring, funniest, and talented person in the entire fucking abbey. If you can’t see that pass the fact their a little bigger than you, then fuck off and suck Nihils cock. Stay the fuck away from the ghouls, Papa will be hearing about this you cunts.”, he finishes and runs off after (Y/N), trying to figure out where they could possibly be.

In the Ghoul Dorms

The little Multi was in their room, buried under their blankets and sobbing their heart out, “They’re right, I do show off a lot…I just want to always do my best but I didn’t realize that annoyed others…I don’t think I’m better than anyone…I thought me and Swiss were just having fun…I don’t mean to be annoying…”, (Y/N) sobbed, hugging onto the small stuffie that Aether had given to them soon after their summoning and one of Swiss’ shirts that he had left after a sleepover, the scents of the ghoul had always brought them comfort even before they had realized their feelings for the other Multi, “The others don’t hate me do they…Dew is an ass but he wouldn’t use me..Aether either..right?”, their sobs are cut off by a soft knock at their door, “(Y/N) are you okay?”, it was Aether, he had heard their cries as he was walking back to Dew’s from the bathroom, “Ye..yeah, I’m fine. Jus..Just saw a sad video about a cat..”, they slap themselves mentally at the pathetic answer, “I’m coming in okay, maybe you can show me this video huh.”, the Quintessential ghoul obviously didn’t believe their answer and makes his way to where the curvy ghoul was hiding under the blankets. Aether sits next to them, gently running his hand up their side to the top of the blanket before gently flipping it down, revealing the soft Mutli curled in on themselves with the small panda plushie and what he guessed was Swiss’ shirt from the scent. “Oh lovey, what happened, I know you enough that a sad video no matter what animal wouldn’t cause this,” he says softly as he gatherers them up into his lap, cradling them against his bare chest and rocking them, he had taken off his shirt when making out with Dew earlier and they had been planning on going further when Aether returned from the bathroom. “Noth..nothing serious,”, (Y/N) hiccups while tring to deny it as to not get Swiss in trouble, “(Y/N), please tell me, you haven’t cried like this since Sister screamed at you when you had accidently broken a vase in her office. I understand you might not wanna tell me, but it might make you feel better?”, 

Aether continues rocking, gently shushing their sobs, “Me and Swiss were walking back from the band room when these two Sisters…I guess they heard us talking and came out talking about how Swiss was supposed to come see them..I guess for sex…I tried to apologize because I didn’t know he already had plans..but the taller girl..”, the Multi let out another sob at the memory of what she said, “What did she say lovey?”, Aether pressed gently, he knows the girls (Y/N) is talking about, Swiss has been complaining about them for the last couple weeks. (Y/N) takes a shuddering breath as they continue,”She said..I’m fat and annoying and a show-off…That Swiss and the rest of you guys only stay around me because Copia makes you..I’m sor-”, (Y/N) is cut off by Aether gently cupping thier face and making them look at him, “Oh sweetness, I’m gonna stop you right there. Nothing those sluts said is true, Swiss has been complaining about them for weeks and I can’t imagine what made them believe that saying that to you would make Swiss want them. You are far from any of those things they said. You are not annoying, we all love being around you. You are also not a show-off, you show the talent that you hold and just becayse you happen to have a lot of that, doesn’t mean that your a show-off. I also can’t believe they called you fat like its a bad thing, it means you so much softer and better to cuddle!”, he annunciation this by squeezing (Y/N) tightly, nuzzling his face into their neck, “Not to mention , I at least think so, having some meat to grab on while I’m pounding you into the bed is feels much better than some itty bitty girl with sticks for legs. We’re not gonna mention that to Dew though.” (Y/N) giggles as they flush at the Quintessence Ghoul’s words, “Of course not, he’d try to fight me to prove whose better!”, “Is that such a bad thing? You sure didn’t complain when he did it the first time~”, Aether purrs into their ear, their giggles filling the room when theres a loud, frantic knock at the door.

It reveals both Dew and Swiss. “There you are Aeth, the fuck you doi..(Y/N) were you crying?”, Sodo asks when he notices the lingering scent of sadness in the room and the tear tracks on thier cheeks. “Ye..yeah but Aether helped me, it wasn’t really anything important.”, they try to not get Dew angered at the girls knowing that he’d definitely go and hurt them, they notice Swiss looking at the ground in shame. “It wasn’t unimportant Dew, I’ll tell you in a minute. These two need to talk.”, Aether stands after gently moving (Y/N) off his lap and stands, softly kissing their forehead, before turning and ushers the questioning fire ghoul from their room, closing the door with a click and leaving the two Multis in silence. “I’m so..”, “They we..”, both ghouls try to speak at the same time causing the both of the two to laugh, “You first Swiss, I can tell you wanna explain what happened,” (Y/N) insists seeing the tall male in front of them practically vibrating to say his side of the story, “I am so so sorry (Y/N), they were way out of line. I have been trying to get them off my tail for the last fucking month. They didn’t ever seem to get the hint that I wasn’t interested even after I had explicitly said no thank you a thousand times. Everything that stupid cunt said is wrong, you are the sweetest, most loving person I have ever met. I love our dumb little rivalry, I love watching you try to one up me each time with any possible instrument because it’s an excuse to watch you do something you love. I’m sorry I didn’t stop them when they were saying all that dumb stuff, I was just so filled with rage with every word that left their blabbering mouths I was frozen, that isn’t an excuse ut I just hope you can forgive me.” Swiss is sitting on the end of the bed, holding onto (Y/N)’s hands as he spilled his heart out to the softly smiling ghoul. “Oh Swiss, of course I believe you. Aether told me about those two but I didn’t know in the moment. I thought they were some of your cult members, and I didn’t know what to say. It hurt a lot, what they said, but Aether set me straight and I know you would’ve too if you had found me first. Can we just hug and forget about those dumb sluts?”, (Y/N) laughs holding out their arms in an offering that Swiss just about launches himself into, burying his face into their chest. “Fuck yeah, just trust me when I say I set the picture very straight when I told them I loved you and..fuck! I shouldn’t have said that, I’m going to shut my mouth now.” Both ghouls are now sitting bright red, Swiss keeping his face hidden in their chest as they let their mouth fall open in shock.

“Do..Do you really mean that..?” (Y/N) askes, “that you lo..love me?”, they look down at the flustered ghoul as he sits up, “Yeah..I shouldn’t have said that..that isn’t how I planned on telling you, it was suppos-”, his silver eyes shoot open as the soft hands of the other grab his face and pull him into a kiss. His eyes slide closed after a moment, his arms wrapping tightly around their waist as the kiss turns messy. Swiss allows his tongue to brush against their, soft lips falling open as tongues fight for dominance. The larger moans at the taste of the smaller, leaning onto them till they lay on their back and Swiss hovers above them, not breaking the kiss as they explore the others body. The two Multis continue to kiss till a knock at the door, interrupt the moment, Swiss groans as he tries to make (Y/N) ignore and continue their makeout, but the curvy ghoul giggles at him, knowing its exactly who it is. “Come in guys, it’s fine!”, Aether and Dew open the door and make their way inside, spotting the pair curled around each other on the bed. Swiss’ face pressed into (Y/N)’s hair with a smile on his face, “I can see that you guys talked it out, any new relationships we should know about,” Dew teases as he lays out on (Y/N)’s lap, Aether sitting on the other side of Swiss, “Well we didn’t exactly have time to get to that part yet, but I’d like to think so, don’t you my darling?” Swiss teases the blushing ghoul that was laying against his chest, “I’d agree my love.”, they end their statement with a wet kiss to their new partners cheek that he jokingly groans at, “By the way, I didn’ get to thank you for earlier Aeth, I don’t know how I would’ve been if I had been alone for much longer.” (Y/N) presses second kiss to Aethers forehead as it was all they could reach with Swiss’ grip on their waist. “Since we’re giving kisses, where’s mine!”, the ever jealous gremlin demands in their lap, which they plant on his forehead as the Multi ghoul lights up a loud purr in their chest. Happy to have their friends and a new partner next to them after a quite eventful day. “Hey I think I feel another headache coming on, we should kick out these idiots and you can show me how you were going to help me earlier~”, Swiss purrs into their ear, “Oh no, maybe Aether and Dew here can help you feel better Swissy, we both know how much you love Aether’s Quintessece is used on you and we have our own heat pad right here?”, they suggest with a sly glance at the bigger ghoul to Swiss’ left, “Oh I think that’s genius, you two up for it?”, the two other ghouls look at each other then back at the pair, saying nothing as they growl playfully and pounce on the new couple. Let’s just say we had several sated and happy ghouls, with no aches and pains in sight excluding maybe Dew and (Y/N) the next morning~

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AN: So, what if my patience is fried and I decided to post a couple of days ahead of schedule. Again, Happy Holidays to those who celebrate, but especially to @eat0crow, my giftee for the @acotargiftexchange! I have been plotting this from the moment I was given a name and have been so excited to share this fic with everyone. To those of you who enjoy mythology as much as I do, here's chapter one of my ACOTAR Secret Santa submission, the embellished retelling of Perseus and Andromeda.

Just before we get started, thank you so much @thelovelymadone and @reverie-tales for being amazing betas and soothing my doubts about the fic. Y'all are the best! 💕

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Summary: An irksome trip to the Summer Court on matters of business and assistance against a threat at sea takes an interesting turn when Rhys discovers the solution to Nostrus' problem no longer lies with his army, but a female sacrifice, bound at high tide in hope of appeasing the beast terrorizing Nostrus' shores. He certainly never predicted the rescue mission would result in an accepted mating bond.

Chapter I: The Damsel & the Serpent

Rhysand

Rhysand had never felt so close to falling asleep at a meeting, and growing up in his father’s Court of Nightmares, that was saying something. At least there, brutality kept things from being uneventful. But here in the Summer palace, there was nothing to turn his stomach but overseasoned trout and the High Lord’s too-sweet wine. It was times like these he truly dreaded his looming title and birthright.

Suppressing a sigh, he maintained his mask, nodding along and smiling when necessary whilst making the remarks expected to establish he cared about the nonsense Nostrus was set on arranging. Small talk and an offering of reward for the high demand the male was procrastinating. Forces from the strongest army on their continent to subdue the creature butchering his soldiers and citizens. There was no bravery or gall in cooperating with the cruel court from the north. The male was just covering his ass and calling it an alliance.

But then, wasn’t that the truth of most deals?

Still, his desperation was clear, if the setting around him was anything to go by. High quality tapestries hung from each pillar making up the veranda they dined in, Not the typical everyday decor of the court. The dining table was set for something much grander than a business dinner, when one considered the fine linen tablecloth, crystal glasses, and polished silver.

If his father were present, Rhys was certain he’d be so amused by the effort he’d spend the evening toying with his Summer counterpart.

“Rhysand, I suppose I can’t beat around the bush forever. Would you consider—” Nostrus paused in his inquiry, his attention diverted by a member of his inner circle approaching the edge of the veranda. There was a nervous glint in the captain’s eyes as he scurried over to whisper in his High Lord’s ear, his voice almost quiet enough for Rhys to miss the short message delivered. “The Archeron girl has been captured. High tide is less than two hours away.”

Something twisted in Rhys’ gut, his protective instincts rising as he watched the High Lord’s jaw tighten. Apparently they wouldn’t be discussing the looming topic of the aid Nostrus needed so desperately. “Thank you.” Clearing his throat, he swiped his napkin over his mouth before standing. “If you’ll excuse me, Rhysand, perhaps we can finish this discussion in the morning. I have something rather urgent to attend to.”

“Of course, Nostrus. Tomorrow.” The moment the Summer males turned their backs he was past the flimsy mental shield the captain maintained. One glimpse was all it took to explain the tension the message brought. As Nostrus had wined and dined him, his second in command was sending an innocent female to her death. Rhys didn’t recognize her, and he’d been bred to accept any and all brands of cruelty, yet he’d sooner slit his own throat than let them succeed in killing her. 

He winnowed back to the guest room he’d been shown to earlier that day, finding his brother snooping about, as he expected. “Uh oh, I know that face,” Cassian said, smirking. “Who do I get to punch?”

“No one yet. I only know half of what’s happening. First and foremost, this will be a rescue mission. The punching can come later.”

Cassian paused, setting the trinket he was fiddling with back on the dresser. “Rescue? Rescue who, Rhys? What happened at that dinner?”

“A girl they mean to drown at high tide, a little over an hour from now. I need you to create a distraction.”

He grinned wider than ever. “How big a distraction?”

“Big enough to drag a High Lord away from the female he intends to murder this fine evening. And get us home before he can think about retaliating or sending blood rubies for stealing her away.” 

Cassian nodded, and despite the utter glee he found on his brother’s face, he knew he was in the mindset of a general. That ability to flip from fool to soldier so seamlessly was what put him above the others he'd grown up with in Windhaven, and another reason he would be in a position of command when Rhys eventually filled his father's shoes. Cassian tapped the siphons he had put back on his hands, nodding sharply as the dark armor rolled over his body, better to hide his position in the late evening. “You go find your damsel, Rhys. I’ll handle the diversion. Give me twenty minutes.”

He appreciated the fact Cassian hadn’t pushed for more information, or tried to talk him out of this. It was certainly crossing lines, meddling in another court’s business, but he had seen too many innocent people die for those who consider themselves more powerful. He didn’t need any more information than what he gathered in that glimpse behind the captain’s shield. It was enough to know staying out of the equation would damn him more than any meddling would.

He’d grant the female sanctuary, if she wished, and he highly doubted Nostrus was strong or stupid enough to push any harder, water beast be damned. At least, he hoped.

He winnowed to where the waves would reach highest, pausing when he heard the familiar voice of the Summer Lord. "Has running ever done any good?" The female beside him clenched her jaw, holding the High Lord's gaze. A brazen thing, Rhys could already tell. One who didn't apologize for actions she deemed appropriate. She didn't appear to be one to beg, either, even as the cold iron clamped down over her wrists and ankles and the ocean tide lapped at her bare legs. Simple enough for Rhys to unlock with a little magic. "Did you really think you could free yourself of this?" Nostrus pried, trying to get under her skin.

"I think it's pathetic you resort to this, killing innocents rather than face the beast born of your selfishness."

The sea serpent sated by sacrifice, one Summer citizen at a time. Rhys didn't bother denying his curiosity any longer, slipping into the female's mind. Deep down she was terrified, understandably, but above that was simple frustration. Her attempt to best the beast herself had only intrigued the creature, and she'd been deemed the next offering. She had run, to her shame. But when the entirety of her potential was to be fed to a monster or married off to another sort, running had seemed like the best option. Rhys withdrew after that, his attention returning to Nostrus who had ignored the jab, watching the waters begin to rise and churn. "High tide draws near. Any last words, Lady Archeron?" She turned her face from his grasp. "Pity. Here I thought you the most clever of your family. Very well."

"I've got a few for you, Nostrus." The girl snapped her gaze over her shoulder and his breath caught. She was truly the most beautiful female he'd ever laid eyes on, blue eyes shining beneath the moon, her golden-brown hair curling with the sea mist. A soft, blooming pressure began to grow in his chest, building, morphing into a glowing thread of gold. Wide-eyed, lips parted, Rhys knew she had recognized him as well. Imagined the future they were one step from loosing. "Get your hands off of my mate."

~~~~~

Feyre

Mates. It seemed like a rather insignificant detail in a situation where she was chained up as a sacrifice, and yet it was all she could focus on. Lady Luck must truly hate her if this was her fate. Meeting the most stunning man she'd ever laid eyes on—who looked deliciously feral with the need to protect her—and yet she was set to die only moments later. And she thought marrying a High Lord's son was the cruelest challenge she'd face.

Nostrus gave her mate a pleased smile. "She is a citizen of Summer until she meets her betrothed at the altar. With her as such, I still have the authority to demand that she... aid her court when necessary. But I'll tell you what. If you can get those chains open before the hunt begins, I'll let you sweep her off to Night. You would of course be responsible for breaking the news to her parents and fiance, but that's really of no interest to me. Good luck."

Her mate let out a soft growl as Nostrus winnowed away, but quickly refocused himself to assess the aged metal binding her to the rock. "They're warded or charmed or something," she said softly. "I have simple magic, enough to unlock things. If it were that easy to escape, the serpent would never eat." 

"Hey." He gripped her chin, raising her eyes to meet his at last, the peculiar violet of his eyes made all the more beautiful in the dark of night. "Tell me your name."

"Feyre Archeron."

"Feyre." Gods, the way that rolled off his tongue. "Feyre darling, no matter what happens in these waters, you will not die today. I won't allow it." She scoffed. Well, one certainly couldn't deny his hubris. "We'll talk about my hubris when the beast is dead, love."

"How did you—daemati—I knew you couldn't be entirely perfect."

"Feyre darling, you wound me." Before either of them could resume their banter the sea began to churn, an otherworldly shriek piercing the air that had her wishing she could cover her ears. Her mate, still nameless, to her displeasure, raised his weapon just before the sea monster broke the surface, rows of razor-sharp teeth bared as it reared up, catching the scent of its next meal. "It's Rhys, if you must know!"

"Get out of my head!"

He chuckled, winnowing and lunging faster than she could blink, drawing another ear-rupturing cry from the serpent as his sword found a weakspot between a cluster of dark scales. By the Mother, she felt worthless here, not that a bow and arrow would do her much good against a creature like that. Iron seemed much more suitable in this fight. Rhys really was marvelous to watch, his pattern of winnowing and striking had originally been an effort to distract the creature from her vulnerable position, but he had actually started landing solid blows, the churning waters—now level with her breasts—stained pink as the beast's blood was diluted. The rest happened in bits and pieces, yet all at once.

Twin blurs of gray raced over the body of the water serpent and up to it's massive head, summoning another roar, claws sinking into the soft flesh of it's glowing eyes. Wounded and with only its scent and poor hearing, if her research promised anything, the serpent had lost its advantage. 

The spell of her rising hope was broken as slimy, webbed fingers closed around her arms. She screamed at the feeling, drawing Rhys' attention. An unaffordable error, as the tail of the beast whipped across its body, throwing Rhys several yards to the left and under the waves. Gods, if he'd hit his head they'd both drown. A moment later he broke the surface to her relief, his attention torn between Feyre and the recovering creature he meant to fight with his sword, and apparently, shadow magic.

"Our repayment, Lady Feyre," one wraith hissed. "For your kindness at the Tithe." Miraculously, the four cuffs fell open.

"Thank you."

"Our sister's debt is repaid."

"Swim to shore!" Rhys barked. 

"But—"

"You have no weapon and your mind is not clear. I won't be focused either knowing you're in danger. Find my brother, on land. He has Illyrian wings and bears red siphons. He will help you."

Knowing she would only be a hindrance in this state, she obeyed, even as guilt weighed heavier and heavier with each step. She'd just reached shore when the massive tower at the center of the city—their most ancient monument—rained down in a blast of stone and sand, a red wave of killing power the only culprit in sight. 

This Illyrian was a dead man walking. 

She watched, wide-eyed and fearful for him as he took flight, the towns-people still in chaos. Only a moment later he landed beside her, scattering sand in every direction as he smoothed his shoulder-length hair back. "Judging by the fact you look just washed up, I'm guessing you're Feyre. The bastard finally found his mate," he marveled. 

"Go help him." His eyes widened. "You have a weapon. Go help him kill that—" One last crash of the waves revealed the creature sinking beneath the water, presumably dead at last. "He actually killed it."

Seconds later, Rhys winnowed to shore, landing between them. "The city monument?" he blurted. "You realize you will never be welcome here again, don't you?"

The Illyrian smirked. "That's alright. Too warm for my tastes anyways. I much prefer the north."

Rhys shook his head, smirking right back. "Come on. Let's go home."

~~~~~

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general advice pac reading

reminder: these are very general readings. messages can be picked from each pile and apply to you and your current situation. take what resonates, leave what doesn’t :)

pile 1

you may be feeling like you’re wasting your time, this could be because you’ve been procrastinating more than usual lately. you see that this cycle of procrastination leads to no rewards and not recognition, it’s time to change. redefine what progress looks like to you. it doesn’t have to be some major thing, it could be small tasks that you’ve been putting off. that’s still getting something done! this bout of procrastination could have been brought on by straining yourself too much. bearing the weight of everyone’s responsibilities isn’t right or fair to you. overextending yourself and ignoring your boundaries for other peoples comfort and happiness isn’t okay. you can ask for assistance when you need it, just like you can say no if someone is asking too much of you or putting too much on your plate. try to remain objective and fair in everything that you do. be sure to hold yourself and others accountable as well.

pile 2

you might be feeling like you’re in constant competition with yourself and your ego. if this is the case, then it’s time to hone in on a collective vision. something that you and the people around you all stand for. be sure to leave room for constructive criticism when it’s needed, shutting down anything you deem offensive to you can lead you down a path of ignoring everything anyone says to you. don’t try to cling to control. trying to remain in control of everything causes us to go round and round in circles. external circumstances are always there, always testing us and our patience. we need to know what we can control versus what we have no control over. knowing this will open doors for us that will allow us to find partnerships, be it romantic or platonic, these partnerships will bring us what we need to further our development!

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there seems to be an imbalance in your life that’s causing disharmony and conflict. try to figure out the source of this imbalance and figure out how to restore balance back into your life! this will get rid of the disharmony and conflict bit by bit. you may have to take a step back from relationships and friendships in order to do this, withdrawing from these connections will give you the chance to introspect and search for the wisdom you need to make these changes for yourself. once you’ve established what you need to grow, it’s time to build that foundation! be ambitious about what you need to do, this will leave a lasting impact on yourself and your future relationships as well. even though you’re working on changing yourself for the better, you should still honor the past. even past versions of yourself are deserving of love.

if you’d like a more in depth reading i offer paid readings here!! i also have a tip jar if you’re feeling kind,, tips are not expected but they are very appreciated! any feedback is appreciated as well, i hope this reading was helpful to you in one way or another :)

[accio-victuuri]

tomorrow, may 3rd is the last day of the “may day” holiday and i hope that btf remains on the #1 spot and will be the may day holiday champion. this holiday ( april 29 - may 3 ) is truly more of a golden week for tourism and not everyone will have the time to watch. may it pick up once they come back and more of em see the good reviews. having said that, i noticed today how people’s daily weibo account posted about btf. then CCTV 1 in the evening, reported about the may day films and only showed clips/mentioned btf. also the front page of beijing daily? btf.

part of the article that talks about btf :

Jing Runcheng said, "In terms of quality, "The King of the Sky" is best, it not only expresses the main theme, but also balances the needs of the audience. The rhythm of the film is good, not procrastinating, suitable for young audiences’ watching habits. There are laughs in the first half and tears in the middle. There is a burning point at the end, and various elements that mobilize the audience's emotions. The protagonist's growth arc is well done, the lead actor Wang Yibo brought traffic dividends to the film, and the performance also received approval. The special effects of the aircraft in the film is a breakthrough. It can be seen that director Liu Xiaoshi has a deep understanding of aircrafts.

One thing i was so nervous about when BTF was ( finally ) released was how it will be taken by the government and the air force community. So far, it all seems positive. Notice how their roadshows were private screening for military personnel too. As much as this is a movie for entertainment purposes, it also wants to send a message to the people & to the world. This was further explained in LX’s interview released today where he said,

Liu Xiaoshi believes that only by being close to the current group of test pilots, feeling, seeing, and observing can their stories be written well. "We must write the stories of the Chinese themselves. We cannot blindly imitate western movies. They ride motorcycles, and we ride motorcycles in the movies. Chinese soldiers don't do that; They go to bars, and we go too, and our troops don't like that. .” ( source )

Even in earlier interviews, LX was saying yibo was afraid to make a mistake in a “movie like this”. Yibo understood what as at stake in taking the lead role for a movie like BTF. One reason why there was virtually no training/filming leaks was they were at a secure base. and of course, he wants to give justice to the story of these men & women who protect their country.

My point is — Yibo does not shy away from projects that may be sensitive/ high stakes. or stories that no one has ever done before ( one & only for example is the first break dance themed movie in mainland china ). This is why I adore him. He does the exact opposite of what people think he should do. He could have easily chosen to do a straight up comedy movie or even a romance and call it a day. That could easily rake up some money, cause historically, movies in this may day season are of that genre and gets the top spot. But no. Even off season, he can pick traffic-star friendly themes and be done with it. Less strain for him. ( no shade to other actors but you all get the point ) No. He wants a challenge. I’m honestly in awe of what he’s been doing with his acting career and it’s a joy to be an audience for all of it. I’m excited where he takes us next 💕

[verstarppen]

HIII, I just wanted to thank you personally because you just brought me out of my writing slump 🫶🏾 that max x mercedes admin story just made me laugh so much and gave me motivation to write again, SO BIG THANK U 🫶🏾🫶🏾

haha that's so chill (im crying) im glad you defeated the twin demons of procrastination and distraction and thank you for the message; hope your writing goes well!!

[ispyspookymansion]

crazy message to send sorry feel free to ignore but since you brought it up: i used to jerk off minimum once a day for my entire life from when i discovered yoinkin it until i was like 24. never fell asleep without it. even if i was crying having a mental breakdown. even if i'd just had multiple orgasms during sex. even if i was at camp or something and didn't have privacy, i'd figure out a way to get it done. i assumed i was just doomed to be a jerker until death until one day out of nowhere i just stopped. no catalyst, but now i only do it every couple of weeks. it was previously unfathomable to me to even skip one day but honestly i think my brain fully developed and now my sex drive is merely a part of me like my regular cravings for fast food instead of a frothing, life-derailing compulsion. so stay strong soldier there's hope on the other side and/or sorry if this happens to you, depending on how much you love being someone who cranks it all the time

LMAOOOOO i love this message so much actually for real. we’ll see what happens…..the future can hold anything. i guess i’ll be equal and genuine and true in my response and say its not every day necessarily its more an opportunity and procrastination thing (i am not a napper but i will put off doing Tasks for this instead) but if im not home its almost certainly not happening. youre braver than me. also i think maybe T did have an effect on me maybe because i was not always like this but also why not thats my mantra. but maybe this will change again who can say