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silkythewriter · 10 months ago

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Hello! Can I request alastor x reader where the two were married while they were alive, but reader died via illness or something and went to hell (though they never partaked in the cannibalism) and the reunite in hell?

“I'll love you 'til I'm dead”

Warning!: Angst, but eventually fluff! A bit of OOC since I haven’t written in awhile.. (.,.)💧

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note: LONGGGGG TIME NO SEE, HIYA! IM SO SORRY FOR MY HIATUS OF SORTS BUT I FELT LIKE WRITING SUM SMALL ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ I apologize!, I hope you guys enjoy and I’m so sorry for disagreeing yet again!.

Summary!: Spouse! Reader dying via sickness, but reuniting with alastor in hell.

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Louise (Louise)

I'll love you 'til I'm dead

Louise (Louise)

Not even if she likes the way you dance

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First of all, he cherished you to the fullest content. As stuck up as he seems to be smile and all, he was in desperate need of support and attention. And you supplying both of those was all he needed even if he didn’t say out loud the tender touches and moments you both shared alone was enough to tell you everything.

Your relationship was nothing less then sweet and tender, and depending if you knew of his..ahem..little side hobby, it was innocent as well!

He cared for you so deeply, so desperately, to the point where you became his tie to humanity. Of course he knew how to play a role of a sane man, but even then he needed you to tie him to the small humanity and sanity he had.

Although not a big fan of physical affection himself he would in private of course, indulge in your soft touches, and hold. He and there he may quietly slip next to you just so you could softly run you fingers across his skin.

But of course the unviable happen, as the world ripped him of what he held so dear. Maybe as a punishment for his sins and misdeeds, or simply because it could.

Of course in the 30’s medicine was far from advanced, not only that but expensive. So when the news arrived of your newly found sickness all he could do was smile and nod at the doctor as if he wasn’t receiving the most dreadful news.

At first, he genuinely did hope for a recovery, he believed you would get better. Sure a tiny voice in his head was feeding him scary thoughts, and his gut twisted and turned. He felt something was off but surely it was nothing!, right?.

But as your health deteriorated so did his mental state and sanity, even worse then it once was. He put up a front though, for your sake and his, comforting you and saying how you’ll be fine soon, and recover then both of you could go off and do something you always wanted to do.

At some points of repeating this it really turned into him assuring himself. That your not leaving him, no, not anytime soon.

The more you fell ill the more you watched him spiral infront of you. And all you really could do was stare at him with sadden eyes as you gave comforting touches against his cheek or holding him close, even if you could barely pull yourself up from the bed you laid.

You felt your time coming close to ending, and somehow so did he. But unlike you he denied it to the fullest extent.

“Please dear don’t speak of such things, don’t worry yourself. You’ll be fine you’ll see!, now just rest my dear”

He wanted to believe it’ll pass over anytime now, ignoring the doctors he spent fortunes on. And sometimes he does blame them even if they just told the truth. He hated how they couldn’t help you, how he couldn’t help you.

So the day of you passing was the day he lost his final tie to humanity. If not for you, why give such a nasty world mercy?.

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The minute they lowered your casket and buried you with the dirt is also the day he decided to amp up his murders.

He’s not sloppy with his murders their always calculated and tidy but grossem. Even with this, losing you he couldn’t concentrate which didn’t help his case as his blood lust grew and grew.

Each and every murder his mind went blank, thoughts of you kept flooding in that he desperately wanted to rip from his mind.

If a woman that wore you same fragrant passed him. She would be gone in a matter of days.

Nights were colder, harsher, he always assumed karma would catch up to him, but to him not you.

He often questioned what happened how did it happen. How did you even get such a illness?, and why did it have to be you?. We’re you in heaven watching him in his pitiful state? Was there even such a thing?. If there was…he surely wasn’t going to see you he knew where he was damned to go, but you?, he was sure you deserved the Pearl-ist set of wings.

Depending on the days, months or years following your death, he’s like a ticking time bomb.

He yearns for you in such a way he’s humiliated at it in a way. He misses you desperately, widowed too soon, he always assumed it would be you to be in this position, but he assumed wrong.

Even then he couldn’t tell if he could subject you to the twist of his heart and guts. He would beg to die before you, but the pain he feels now is something he would never want you to feel.

Following thoughts of your death was also his. Would he get to see you soon?, one last glance before being damned?.

He never truly moved on, cause you were his only love. Loving someone for him atleast, was rare in a romantic sense.

At some point he genuinely does just continue his murders till his death, maybe it was your passing that truly killed him. After your passing he was a bit hasty, maybe that’s what lead him to be shot in the woods. But who truly knows?

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Now, after his death is where everything truly came together.

His rise to power was fairly quick killing overloads one by one gaining more voices on his radio.

But the lingering feeling of hope stayed in him…maybe you were here? Waiting for him?, But at the same time he hated this life for you, in such a miserable and disgusting yet admittedly amusing place(at least to him)

Now depending on how you found him maybe the minute his radio debuted. Or maybe by a game of telephone by the residents in hell whispering rumors and describing someone all to familiar to you.

Either way! You guys do eventually find each other. By chance or destiny is up to you

The minute he spots you, hears you, even senses you, he freezes. His smile never flattering but static surrounding the area as he processes what’s happening. Is this some sort of trick?, how..how did you end up here?

In a matter a seconds though he’s in front of you, looming as his shadow grows in suspense.

He holds his appearance and self image very important but in this tiny moment of silence. He lets it slip even if just a bit, smile never faltering but I’m his eyes a glimpse of renewed joy. Genuine joy, not form the harms of others but from something warm…something bitter sweet.

Maybe it’s you who pipes up snapping him from observing you like a painting in a museum.

“See?” You said softly grabbing his hand gently like you used to do, as you softly brought it to your face and softly planted it on your cheek. “I’m real” you said with a soft smile (SILENT HILL REFERENCE!!¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Depending on where you are he’s quick to whisk you away to somewhere secluded.

Despite the questions on his mind all he can do is silently stare at you taking in ever detail, even if some changes here and there, you were still you. The you that he missed so desperately for all too long.

Even if not one for physical affection he’s quick with holding you, scared of you being taken from him again, taking in all he can.

Your so much more precious then he leads on, and he’ll be damned to second hell if he loses you again.

In the period of first meeting you again he is keen on keeping an eye one you 24/7, doesn’t matter what powers or how long you survived without him in hell. He can’t risk it, especially not now as he started accumulating enemies so quickly.

He’ll treat you like it’s your first time dating, of course in his old time-y way, but either surprising you with flowers at random times of the day, or watching you get giddy when he kisses the crown of your head.

Now that he knows, and felt the pain of losing you, every moment you have together form than on is cherished more than before. He remembers every day with you like the back of his hand, what you ate, what you said, what you wore, and more!

He know’s…he knows he’s a messed up, and vail man. He understands the gruesome things he’s done with little to no regret. But if he did in somehow and some way do good, something good to earn you back in his afterlife man is he greatful for it.

Some nights he does just stare at you. He’s scared, he will never show it but he is. If he loses you again, for eternity, he’s not sure what’d he do with himself. And that, the fact you weight so heavily on him is the second scariest thing, first being losing you.

Over all, he’s taken aback having you back, but he gets use to it very quickly, your soft comforting touches and your voice that brings back a flood of memories is something he will never forget nor let ago, he isn’t losing you this time, and he’ll do anything to make sure of that.

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WOW THAT WAS LONG, I LOVED WRITING IT THOUGH OH MY GOSH I LOVED THIS IDEA, PLEASE REQUEST AGAIN!!! \(^ヮ^)/

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y3llow-hoodie · 2 years ago

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Second part! Here’s the first part

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alfredosauce50 · 30 days ago

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These are the birthday headcanons for one of oldest fans and Patrons. It has a theme and plot, so it’ll be quite different than usual, having been heavily inspired by Night at the Museum and my Viking AU.

I hope you enjoy this, Tullah 😝

Viking Denmark in the modern world

After being thrown a thousand years into the future, he tries to make sense of the strange new world he’s in, and it’s nothing like Kattegat. More importantly, he goes searching for you, and by some astronomical chance, he finds you. But you’re not the same person he remembers, and you don’t recognize him at all.

Mathias had always told you having you in one life wasn’t enough. That he’d want to find you again in the next, then the one after that until the end of time. But now that the opportunity presents itself, would he even be able to have you?

Content warning: Brief NSFW and violence. R18+ only.

Origins

Mathias can trace his predicament back to his expedition to North America. He carelessly picks up a tribe’s religious relic, not realizing that it will grant his deepest desires. Having you in the next life, wherever — and whenever — that takes him. He goes to sleep, not knowing that upon waking up, he wouldn’t be in the same place, nor the same year. Instead, he opens his eyes and finds himself on a hard bench in Central Park in the company of pigeons. He sits up squinting from the sun, wondering what the hell just happened.

He’s not in America anymore, or at least, not the America he knows. There’s no natives, everyone is wearing strange clothing, and the concrete jungle is a bit nauseating. The buildings are so tall that they’re touching the sky, and there are self-driving carriages carrying people in them! To say he’s overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of a modern city would be an understatement. But his first priority isn’t to figure out where he is, or when he is for that matter. It’s to look for you.

You’re waiting at a bus stop when he lays eyes on you, and time stops. He enters a realm beyond it, like everything just disappeared but you and him. Nothing matters anymore, not the strange world or era he was in, for you were here. He found you in this place, making this place his. He can barely describe the elation coursing through his body as he runs up to you, eyes wide and heart racing. But when Mathias takes your arms and speaks frantically over you, smile growing, you pull away from him as if he were nothing but a stranger.

“Let go!” You push him, much to his confusion.

“What are you talking about? It’s me!” Mathias talks excitedly, not quite registering the fear marring your expression. He comes for you again, laughing as he pulls you into a tight embrace. With your feet off the ground, you start squirming in his arms, frightened out of your wits. “I’m so glad to see you. I thought I’d never see you again! But really, what is this place?”

“I don’t know who you are, and I don’t know what you’re talking about, so could you leave me alone?” You try to pull away from his unrelenting hold on your shoulders. It’s only when passerby take notice of the situation do you have any hope of freeing yourself. They surround him and give him trouble, shoving him back to give you the chance to flee. “You’re crazy!”

You manage to get onboard while leaving him behind, but Mathias chases after your bus like a furious bride left at the altar. And the way he runs is terrifying. He’s charging after you like a bull, following you street after street for an ungodly amount of time before you eventually lose him. One part of you is relieved that you just escaped a maniac who was likely having a mental health episode, but another part of you is wondering that if by some slim chance that everything he said was justified, who on Earth was this guy?

Taking him under your wing

It takes while before you see him again, but even longer before he convinces you to want anything to do with him. You’ll bump into him in the city where he’s sticking out like a sore thumb, still in the clothes he came in, and when that happens, he’ll chase you desperately for a conversation. Luckily, even he can’t quite master the bustling chaos of New York, let alone outrun a moving car. “Wait, just give me a chance to explain, please. I’m not crazy—” He begs as you get into a cab, to where you just yell, “—just stay away from me!”

After a few more chance encounters, you start to feel sorry for him. He clearly needs your help, and what finally changes your heart is seeing him live in a homeless encampment roasting pigeons so he can eat them. Mathias even offers you one, leading you to believe that he doesn’t mean any harm, but is otherwise very mentally disturbed. “I’m gonna get you some help, okay? Don’t make me regret it.” You tell him, leading the man out of the alleyway and to your car. He jogs after you with a relieved grin going, “I promise you won’t.”

He gets fascinated by everything in your house. The furniture, the kitchen appliances, running water, everything. But that also means you need to teach him how to function in the world as it is. How to use cutlery, the phone, public transport. Good thing is that he’s intelligent and adaptable, so he’ll get the hang of everything in a week. His social mannerisms, however, still need a lot of tweaking. The way he talks to strangers can be passive-aggressive, and he stares a lot. People in New York are like nobody he’s ever seen, and he won’t hesitate to point it out to you all the time.

“What are you doing with your fingers?” He frowns, watching his taxi driver rub his fingertips together.

“I was asking for a tip,” They grin.

“What is a tip?” Mathias asks, his accent and foreign background now more jarring than ever.

“You know, when you think I did a good job and you feel like paying me a little extra for it?” The man says sheepishly, hoping to get lucky with who was clearly a rich tourist. “Just common courtesy around here.”

“But you did not do a good job.” He leans back.

You’re tempted to think he’s a runaway from a mental hospital. And one that’s suffering from delusions that he’s a Viking who time-traveled to present day America as he keeps talking about it. To make things worse, he doesn’t have any form of ID, and you’re hesitant to take him to the cops. You decide to keep him at home while you figure this out, hoping that he’d be gone in a few days. “What can I do to convince you I’m not mad?” Mathias sighs, to where you smile, “You’ll think of something. But it’d probably take a miracle.”

He comes onto you. Mathias has always been an incredibly affectionate husband, and by today’s standards, maybe even too forthcoming to the point of it being problematic. So it’s a given that something will happen eventually. While you’re in the kitchen chopping up vegetables, he’ll wrap around you from behind and press his face to yours — much to your protest. “Stop that, Mat. We’re not like that.” But he just grumbles and stays put, expression hardening as he presses even harder. “Of course we are. You’re my wife.”

He tries to kiss you all the time. With his mouth open and tongue is ready for you, he’s quite the menace when he’s in the mood for some love. You obviously respond by pushing him away, sometimes to the point of shoving him so hard that he stumbles back and plummets onto the bed. Mathias will just sigh and look to the side, a little disheartened, but after a moment of waiting for you to let your guard down, he’ll shoot up like nothing and go back to you to try again. After all, he’s faced your refusal of his advances before.

“Mat, I have a boyfriend. He won’t take kindly to you doing things like this.” You shoot him a heated look.

“Boyfriend?” He laughs breathily over you, pressing his forehead to yours gingerly. “What is a boyfriend?”

Interestingly, Mathias is not that bothered by the fact that you have someone. A boyfriend sounds like nothing compared to what he is. To him, it’s more like playful competition that he can’t take seriously. He’s just that sure of your love for him. It’s only if your ‘boyfriend’ tried anything in front of him that he’d lose his mind, which, fortunately hasn’t happened yet. In the end, he’d probably need you to break the spell and to return home, so if he isn’t able to have you, you’re stuck with him forever anyway. Not that he’s complaining.

You can’t grasp the magnitude of his feelings, nor what it truly means to be his. How could you? You’ve never met the man in your life, but he’s known you for all of his. It’s unsettling how sure he is about you, as well as how comfortable he is around you. He won’t always put in an effort to be decent in the house even when you tell him to, even to the point of being naked. Nudity is no big deal to a Viking, so imagine how he’d feel about being told off by you — his spouse. “What’s the matter, kæreste? Never seen a real man before?”

To remedy this imbalance, he tells you about all the memories he’s made with you. And the way he talks about you is as if he really knows you. Mathias is aware of so many things that would otherwise be impossible without you telling him, such as your habits, likes, dislikes, and the way you think. It’s mesmerizing and magical, just as if he was your lover from a past life. It’s crazy how well he gets on with you, and your chemistry with him is so natural, you start to wonder if you could really love him the way he always says you do.

“I won’t put dill in this. It won’t be the same but you don’t like the taste,” He murmurs as he works in the kitchen. He’s making salmon with a cream sauce, and all you can think about is that he somehow picked up on something you’ve never mentioned.

“How did you know I don’t like dill?” You lift your eyes to him quickly, gaze softening out of pure wonder.

“How could I not?” He smiles gently before returning to the stove. It’s only been a week, and he’s already mastered cooking. “I haven’t been lying to you, eskler. I’ve known you ever since we were children.”

At night, he’ll leave the guest room you told him to stay in and come into your bedroom. There’s nothing you can do as he crawls into bed with you, even wrapping himself around you until all you can feel is him. His arms are coiled around your stomach, and he’s pressing so hard against you that you can feel his bulge from behind. One of his hands goes up to your neck, holding it in a possessive, yet glaringly erotic bid for affection. It’s wrong of you to let him do this, but his touch just feels so right, you let yourself give in to him.

You start having lots of close calls with Mathias. He sometimes stand inches away from your face with your lips so close together, you would’ve ended up kissing him if you didn’t turn away last minute. When you do, he chuckles lowly and says this in a tender voice. “I promise we’ve done a lot more than kissing, eskler. We’re adults, after all.” Otherwise, his stare on you is always too hot for you to stomach, almost as if he has something else on his mind. He makes it obvious that he’s obsessed with you, and he’s losing his patience.

He chases you like crazy. It takes him back to the time before you married him, and that gets his blood pumping like never before. He will corner you against the kitchen counter and won’t let you leave without kissing him. Then, against all your morals, you actually do, which ends up with you two in the bedroom, half-naked and about to make love. Something about him feels so warm and familiar, you don’t act like yourself around him. It’s as if he’s put a spell on you, turning your mind inside out until you can’t think straight.

“I shouldn’t be doing this, Mat. This is wrong on so many levels,” You tear up as you climb off him.

“No it’s not. You know it’s not,” He frowns deeply, taking your hand before you can even get off the bed. He’s that high-strung about you, it’s impossible for you to get any space from him at all. Mathias is just constantly on your back, always pulling you back to him, again and again. “You know I’m the one for you.”

“How could I? Some stranger starts following me around like a puppy and I let them into my home?” You gush, red in the face from shame. Now that you said it out loud, it sounded a lot worse than what you originally thought. “And I was just about to sleep with them? God, I must be out of mind. I have to be!”

“But you’re not! Me being here is proof that you’re not crazy because it was you that brought me here. We belong to each other,” He exclaims passionately, his eyes burning with so much certainty you start caving again. But how could you give in when none of this made any sense, and was cruel to Alfred, who had no idea of everything you were doing behind his back? “You’re mine in all the lives you will ever live.”

Alfred eventually catches wind of what you’re doing. You still haven’t figured out how to explain this to him, and you’ve just been so distracted by Mathias, you’ve been putting reality on the back burner. But that all ends when he swings by unannounced with some food to surprise you. However, he’s in for quite the surprise himself. Mathias is in the living room watching TV while you’re typing on your laptop on the dining table, but that’s when he hears jingling behind the door, so he get up and comes over to your side.

“Hey, babe. They had a pop-up sale on some cookies so I thought I’d drop by,” Alfred speaks mindlessly as he enters your apartment with his spare key, and that is when he lays eyes on Mathias. He is visibly startled as he stops in place, but he keeps his composure. “Oh. I didn’t know you had company. Who’s this?”

When worlds collide

Like any other normal person, Alfred blows up on you when you tell him he’s been staying over the last two weeks. After all, what man in their right mind would be okay with their girlfriend living with another man and not tell them about it? You’d have to come up with some pretty good excuses to justify that, and with the way Mathias is holding you, things aren’t looking good for you. His hands are both sides of your waist like they belong there, and he’s giving the dirtiest look to your boyfriend like he’s the unwelcome one here.

“You need to get him out now.” Alfred demands.

“You don’t understand.” You close your eyes.

“What’s there to understand? That you’ve been living with another guy for the past two weeks and haven’t told me?” He seethes, nostrils flaring. The growing volume of the room alarms Mathias, who stands in front of you protectively. “Not that I’d even let you, but don’t you think you’re crossing the line here?”

“He’s homeless, and he’s not right in the head—”

“So is half of New York, but you don’t see me taking anybody in!” He gestures to the Dane like an alien.

“He’s not from this time period, okay?” You exhale.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Alfred squints, not at all prepared for what you were about to tell him. “Like he’s from another generation that’s somehow okay with their girlfriends living with other guys?”

“No, I mean he’s a time traveler. He’s a real, bonafide Viking from more than a thousand years ago,” You let it slip, watching his brows go up. “And I know that sounds crazy, but I didn’t believe it at first either.”

“Yeah, you’re right, that is pretty crazy,” Alfred scoffs, shaking his head in utter disbelief, but above all else, a sharp pang of betrayal. “If this is a prank, just know that I really hate it and I’m very disappointed in you.”

“But it’s not, I promise! Why would I pull something that could jeopardize our relationship?” You frown.

“I guess so,” He mumbles, albeit a little reluctantly. “But just run me through your thought process here. How did you come to the conclusion he broke the laws of physics and somehow leapt through time?”

“Well, I took him to the doctor yesterday and he had a bunch of diseases that are impossible to have now.”

“Oh,” He makes a face, shocked and disturbed by how on the nose your explanation was. Now he was really worried you were actually telling the truth. “What else? I mean, you can’t actually believe that—”

“—he speaks Old Norse fluently, doesn’t know what Wi-Fi is, and doesn’t even know to use a toilet.”

“Wow, okay.”

“And I’m sure the Danish are familiar with toilets.”

“Right.”

“And look at him. Doesn’t he look just like Mathias Densen, the Viking earl that lived more than a thousand years ago?” You ask him, pulling up your phone to show him a few images off a website.

“Shit, you’re right.” He digs a hand through his hair.

Your boyfriend is cordial at the start, especially with how bizarre all of this is. He’s also excited to talk to a real Viking, so he springs a bunch of questions on Mathias out of curiosity. The way the Dane answers them only confirms you were in fact, not lying, so he quickly gets onboard with the mission to send him back to the past. You’re all in the kitchen when Alfred drops the bomb on Mathias ever so casually while sipping on a mug. He’s sure you’ve wondered about the same thing, it’s just that he has it in him to actually ask it.

“So, how many people do you think you’ve killed?”

“I don’t know. Maybe hundreds.”

“And does that ever keep you up at night?”

“No, I sleep like a baby.”

“Thought you would.”

Things start to get heated once Mathias reveals that he’s in love with you and has no intentions of giving you up. Alfred was willing to be hospitable at first, but he doesn’t play about you, not even if he’s going up against a warlord turned King. This is his realm, and he won’t hesitate to use that to his advantage to threaten a man who otherwise is impossible to threaten. Not that he thinks he needs to, because he trusts you to stay loyal to him. Little does he know, Mathias has a profound effect on you that not even you can understand.

“You’re never gonna have her. I won’t let you,” Alfred says in a monotone, his expression unreadable as he stares straight at the man. He’s taken on a cold and calculating attitude, a far cry from the excitable nerd he used to be. But Mathias isn’t afraid of him at all.

“Then you will never be free of me.” The Dane smiles contentedly, eyes closed for a relaxed demeanor.

“I’d hate to be that person, but I could always call ICE on you for being undocumented,” Alfred raises his brows at him while he speaks in all seriousness, “I’d do that just so you’d leave my girlfriend alone.”

Shit finally hits the fan when Mathias walks in on you and Alfred in the bedroom. You’re riding him when the door opens, and your head whips to it out of shock. In the next few seconds, everything goes from zero to a hundred as something snaps in Mathias — he’s thrown into a hot and crazed mania, driven insane by the sight of you making love to someone else. The look behind his eyes is as if he’s completely gone, and he storms over with the intention to murder Alfred on the spot. “Mathias, no!” You plead, but it falls on deaf ears.

He pulls him off you and punches him so hard, blood sprays from his nose. But that’s not all. Mathias picks Alfred up by the neck, holding him inches above the ground to choke him to death. If he has to kill him with his bare hands, so be it. And he gets dangerously close to doing it when you smash a vase over his head, getting him to loosen his grip. You help Alfred escape with the skin of his teeth while screaming viciously at him. “Get out. Get the fuck out!” You cry, shoving him back again and again. “And never come back!”

After getting discharged from his hospital stay, Alfred goes looking for Mathias. It’s not the first thing that should be coming to mind after the guy almost offed him, but he has to resolve this once and for all. Because at this rate, someone would really end up killed. And he had a feeling that someone would be him. After a few days of scouring the city, he finds the Dane in an alley in front of a burn barrel and warming his hands. Without even greeting each other, they find that they’re already on the same page about this.

“You don’t belong here.” Alfred tells him point-blank.

“I know,” Mathias murmurs, keeping his gaze fixed on the flickering flames. “But she doesn’t either.”

“Ha! She’s lived here since she was a baby.”

“And she’s lived in Kattegat since she was a baby.”

“Have you not once considered she’s not the (F/N) you know? Yours is probably still in 1000AD wondering where you went,” Alfred shakes his head, frankly exasperated by the other’s stubbornness.

“Then why would I be here if she were not? There has to be a reason for me being here,” Mathias turns to him for a disgruntled look, but above all else was how determined he sounded. “She must be the reason.”

Going back to the past

Alfred goes to the library to do some research on the relic that Mathias picked up. Turns out, it can grant the user what they want most, only with a slight catch. It gives them the means to attaining their deepest desires, not the whole deal. And to reverse the spell, the user has to fulfill their wish completely before having that kind of freedom. So in other words, he has to get you to fall in love with him if he ever wants to return to Kattegat. “Well, it looks like you’re gonna be stuck here as a hobo forever. Not my problem.” Alfred shrugs.

Mathias isn’t disheartened by those terms, even if you did just kick him out for trying to murder your boyfriend. You’ve hated him once, just like you hate him now, so this is just a repeat of the past. As much as that bothers him, he knows he can do this because he’s done it before. Alfred, on the other hand, isn’t convinced he can pull this off at all. While he’s putting back the books he used, he wonders what’s left for the Viking now that they’ll be stranded in modern day America without even two dimes to rub together.

“So, what are you gonna do now that you’re never going back to Kattegat? You have nowhere to stay.”

“But I am going back.” Mathias lifts his gaze to him.

“How?” He shakes his head, eyes narrowed.

“I have my ways.”

“What ways? She thinks you’re an axe-waving megalomaniac, for fuck’s sake. You tried to kill me!”Alfred whispers that last part furiously while pointing an accusing finger at the man, who showed not even the slightest dash of remorse. “And you almost did!”

“And that mean she cannot love me?”

“Yes!” He blurts it like it’s the most obvious point he ever made, but something was still not clicking.

“You underestimate our passion for one another,” Mathias smiles sagely to himself as he recollects the raunchier memories he made with you. And he isn’t afraid to disclose that information to the other man. “When we were together, we made love every night.”

“Okay, I did not need to know that.”

“She was always with child.”

“Didn’t need to know that either!”

It’s understandably very tense between you two at first. Mathias will show up at your door, and still in the last outfit he was wearing when you kicked him out, only for you to shut it in his face. He does this a few more times before resorting to sleeping outside your door, because it’s not like he has anywhere else to go anyway. He’ll do anything for you to forgive him, even if it’s at the expense of your kindness since he’s starving at this point. After days of lying outside your home, you take him in out of fear for his well-being.

When he’s back at your place, he behaves well. He actively helps around the house, doing chores without you asking, and doesn’t even bother you for your affection. You’re barely tolerating him, and you don’t see that changing anytime soon. However, you get a phone call from Alfred that changes everything. Just when you thought you would be keeping Mathias at arm’s length out of respect for what he did to him, your boyfriend is now telling you to throw all of that overboard and do the unthinkable. Giving your heart to him.

“Is Mathias back at yours?”

“Yes, but only because he was starving. Why?”

“Well, we had a little talk and we figured it was best to let everything run its course,” Alfred says. He goes on to explain what he found out about Mathias, the relic, the spell, then how to send him back home.

He also tells you that if everything goes right, you’ll still be here. So if he has to give you up until then, he will, no matter how much it hurts. There’s also some part of you that’s not really you, which explains a lot.

A lot being why you were so uncharacteristically receptive to Mathias in the first place. But as soon as he gets sent home, you’ll return to your normal self again, which is everything Alfred could ever want.

Mathias eases his way back onto your good side. Aside from being a good roommate and giving you space, he will sneak some lingering touches until he works his way up to talking and hugging again. It works better than you like, but Alfred did say you weren’t yourself. You are your past self, or at least partially, but it’s more than enough for a soft spot to form for him. Before you know it, it’s routine for you to sit on his lap and talk to him at night. While nothing happens, it becomes undeniable what’s developing between you two.

“Is it okay for me to put my hand here?” He whispers, letting his palm hover over the side of your face, and you answer him by simply press your cheek into it. You’re looking at him in a way you never had before, with so much love and tenderness that he feels like he’s back home. But then again, you are his home.

You start having dreams about your past. And it’s all so vivid, it feels real. Little do you know, it is, because what you’re experiencing are visions of the life you once lived. Playing with him as a kid, getting chased by him in adulthood, and finally marrying him in the sweet, cypress-scented air. Sailing to new, unknown lands just to give you a better life and a place to raise a family with him. All of it is so familiar, and the memory of Mathias is so beautiful that you end up waking in tears, aching for what feels like a dream of a dream.

Overtime, you remember more about yourself until you’re no longer the person Alfred knows, but the person Mathias does. It’s like your past self is fighting to wake, then on that one fateful night, everything just falls into place. With only one glance at you, he knows you’ve come back to him. You’re staring at him with your eyes wide and lips trembling, almost as if you hadn’t seen him in years. He smiles warmly as he opens his arms for you to run into, and you practically plow into them with tears running down your face.

“Take me home, Mat. I wanna go home.” You whisper into his chest, squeezing him as tight as you can.

“We will, kæreste. You’re gonna take us home now.” He wraps around you assuringly, kissing your head.

The next morning, you and Mathias wake up in the bedroom of your longhouse. He remembers everything that happened, but strangely enough, you have no recollection of being in New York or having a boyfriend there. When he tries asking you about it, you shoot him a weird look and go,“Who’s Alfred?” On the other side of the timeline, Alfred looks for you at your apartment after you text him to come over for dinner. When he does, he notices that Mathias is gone, and upon asking about it, you shake your head. “Who’s Mathias?”

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cycloneslash · 2 months ago

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I miss your Ori paintings. I love them.

Can you draw some Ori painting?

Please🥺👉👈

hehe does this count? XDD

#ori the game #ori and the will of the wisps #ori and the blind forest #my art #AHHH I'd just seen your ask recently Anon!!#Sonic has been on my mind so.#hope you enjoy this regardless!!

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marclef · 5 months ago

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WAIT WHAT FAKEY THINK ABOUT CAT MINT?!

ALSO HAPPY 800 FOLLOWERS BUD!!!!!!! :D

hello sorry i'm late!! had to deal with an October's worth of drawing... but, now that that's over, i can finally get back to asks!

(and also thank you very much!! it means a lot knowing how much people enjoy my art 😊✨)

gifting the Frog some forbidden substances here though are we? true, it might only really affect cats... but, Fakey's a weird goop homunculus creature, he works quite differently than normal. did you know that, because of how easily his goopy body absorbs stuff, anything he eats or drinks will basically affect him instantly? and very strongly too, since his whole body takes it in, from smell to taste to substance. certain things like alcohol or cannabis can be quite risky to give.... you never know how he's going to act with that much stuff in his system.

but here is a special offering for the good boy!! a nice, very normal plant, maybe it'll be a good pizza topping! go on and take a sniff!! 😊

oh dearie.

#you have 3 seconds to start running.#you think cats are bad when they've got catnip in their system? this here's an 8 foot several hundred pound goop creature.#well at least it's just catnip this time...... you don't wanna KNOW how badly he gets with other things in his system 👀💧#(never ever let something that already eats way too much get The Munchies.)#my art #pizza tower #pizza tower fake peppino #but ahhh thank you once again for the kind words!! hope you enjoy this silly definitely not about to be dangerous fella! 👍

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mrsaltieri-real · 1 year ago

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First Love, Familiar Love (Billy Loomis x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: language, smut, oral, (fem receiving) fingering, p in v, creampie, cheating, (kinda) first love, semi-public sex, light dirty talk, pre-established toxic relationship.

A/N: I’m so happy to have (finally) written my first full length Billy Loomis fic! I’ve done a lot of Ethan and a fuck ton of Mickey, how dare I have taken so long to write for the fine as fuck OG! Going to dabble in some poly!Ghostface soon which I’m very excited about but for now, sit back, relax and I hope you enjoy!

@darklylucid I have a feeling your Billy loving self will get a kick outta this for sure ;)

You’d never given much thought to relationships since your last. The thought of never having another first filled you with an undeniable sense of unease. No more first kisses, first date, first fuck, what was the point?

Why commit yourself to a long life of repetition when you could simply carry on having firsts? Especially when you couldn’t have the person you’d already had your firsts with anymore.

Billy was someone you hadn’t paid much attention to, not since the two of you had ended your very brief yet even more intense relationship a few years back.

The two of you were young, stupid and each other's firsts. It wasn’t a healthy relationship by any means, and it ended as such. Even though you knew it was definitely for the best, you knew there was a part of you that didn’t think it was over. Not yet.

He was hot, undoubtedly having grown into himself over the years when you’d stopped paying attention, but he had also grown more serious. He constantly looked like he was deep in thought, gnawing on the tip of his pen in class whilst clearly not paying attention on the few occasions you’d find your eyes drifting over to him, seeing him completely lost in his own mind.

You didn’t run in the same social circle anymore, inside of school or out. Although that being the case, your friend and colleague at the video store, Randy most certainly did.

It never made much sense as to why Randy would hang around with the likes of Billy Loomis. Other than their shared affiliation of horror movies, they seemed to merely tolerate each other, if that. You were met with the angry rambling of what Billy had done that day from Randy, listening to the boy curse about how much of an asshole he was.

How could you possibly begin to forget about Billy when he was brought up practically all of the time?

“If he’s so much of an asshole, stop hanging out with the guy.” You’d suggested after a particularly long rant from Randy about him, mindlessly drumming your fingers on the counter.

Randy scoffed, pulling the red vine he was chewing on out of his mouth before replying, “I’ve been friends with the rest of them for years, I’m not just gonna stop hanging out with them because Billy Loomis is a fucking asshole.”

You rolled your eyes, sarcastically holding up your hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, whatever. You go home and chill the hell out, I’ll close up.”

Randy hopped down from the register, patting you on the shoulder as you said goodbye.

Being here by yourself was always better anyway. You liked to clean and organize, finding order in the never ending chaos, but it never surprised you just how messy the store would get by the time closing rolled around. The popcorn machine Randy had recommended to the manager like an idiot needed a thorough deep cleaning, kernels were scattered everywhere, tapes were placed in the wrong section, some of them somehow seemed to be missing altogether.

Fucking mahem.

You heard the tingling of the bell above the door as it swung open. “Sorry, we’re closed,” you called out, not bothering to look up from your sweeping.

The door clicked closed quietly and you briefly paused before glancing up.

Billy stood leaning against the counter, his fingers drumming lightly against the withered old wood. He was quite clearly relishing in your confused expression as you looked back at him with cautious eyes.

“Hey… Billy.” You said, eyeing him briefly. “Randy’s gone home.”

“Oh, I know. I was waiting for him to leave.” Billy picked up a tape that was laying beside him, flipping it over to read the cover.

Your confusion and curiosity continued to grow, but it turned into annoyance when you realised you’d actually have to continue to talk to him.

“That’s kinda creepy.” You muttered, letting the broom rest against a glass case. “We’re closed.” You said again, pointing at the clock.

He didn’t look at it, his eyes flickering up from the case to favour resting on you instead.

“Are you fucking him?”

You looked at him, eyebrows arching a fraction. “Am I fucking who?”

“Randy.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst through your lips, shaking your head in disbelief as you grabbed the broom again. You’d forgotten the fucking nerve of this guy. “Go home, Billy.”

You heard the clatter of the tape hit the counter as he began to stride toward you. “So, you are?”

“Yeah, I’m not dignifying that with a response.” He stopped about a foot away, his hand resting on the freshly cleaned glass display with all the rare tapes. “Can you, like, not? I just cleaned that.” You sighed, stepping forward to slap his hand away.

He didn’t move as you did so, seeming to find your reaction more funny than anything. “You haven’t changed much.” He commented, bringing his free hand up to swipe some loose hair out of his face.

You ignored his comment, looking up at him and feeling nothing but irritation. “Billy, what do you want, seriously? Because the sooner I clean up here, the sooner I can go home.”

Billy shrugged, drumming his fingers against the glass. “I don’t know, I was walking home, saw Randy leave, noticed you were by yourself. Thought you’d appreciate the company.”

“Mmhm. Sure.” You sighed, moving to step around him and deciding to just act like he wasn’t there. That’s when it hit you, the all too familiar scent of his cologne. It smelled exactly like the one you’d gotten him for his birthday a couple of years back. The smell rekindled the brief yet fond memories you’d had with him and it made your heart skip a beat.

Billy had noticed your pause and his face turned from indifferent to slightly concerned. He said your name, tilting his head down to look at you.

You looked up at him, blinking a few times before shaking your head. “Go home, Billy.” You said again, though your voice wasn’t anywhere near as confident.

“I miss you.”

Those three words made you flinch, your grip on the handle of the broom tightening. You didn’t want him to miss you, you didn’t want him to be thinking about you. Didn’t he have a girlfriend now?

I asked him as much and he half smiled, shaking his head. “Sidney? Nah, I’m seeing her, sure, but it’s not… like that.”

“Oh, so your girlfriend isn’t putting out so you thought you’d pop along and see if I would?” Billy seemed to ignore you, his eyes trailing across your body. You felt your cheeks heat up as he did, those annoyingly magnetic brown eyes felt like they were boring straight into your damn soul.

“No, like I said I was walking home and saw you by yourself.” His smile grew a touch, watching your face for any kind of reaction.

Liar. But why did you find yourself falling for it?

“I’m not fucking Randy.” You said quietly. He finally looked into your eyes, the half smile turning into a grin. “Oh, I know. But I needed to try and start a conversation with you somehow, didn’t I?“

You caught yourself smiling as you shook your head. “Asshole.”

Billy chuckled as he brought up his hand, letting his fingers glide across your cheekbone. “Missed you.” He said again, his voice much softer this time without a hint of teasing.

Why were you falling for this crap? Was it because he was your first? First fucking everything? Probably. But you caught yourself not caring as you leaned into his warm touch, letting the familiarity wash over you entirely.

“Missed you.” You echoed softly.

His smell was intoxicating, familiar. Who cares if you’d hardly spoken to him in years? Who cares that it took you this long to get over him entirely.

His lips touched yours before you finished your train of thought. Comfortable. Familiar. You felt yourself melt into it, your fingers curling around the soft material of his plaid shirt as you pulled yourself closer to him, his thumb still gently grazing your cheek.

Fuck, he’d missed you. How your lips tasted, how your breath would quiver and shake every time he was close to you. He couldn’t remember why he was ever stupid enough to let you go entirely.

Before he and Stu put their plan into motion, he knew he had to do this, he had to be with you at least once more time. Taste you, touch you, feel you. Because once he was “serious” with Sidney, he wouldn’t be able to lead you on like that. Not you, you were always his.

His kiss turned more possessive than gentle, his hands sliding down to your waist and under your shirt, his blunt fingers digging into your soft, bare skin. He felt your breathing hitch against him as he pulled your body impossibly closer to his, letting you feel him hardening against you.

It wasn’t long before he’d picked you up and placed you on the glass, hoisting your skirt around your waist and carefully pulling your baby pink panties down your legs, letting his fingers brush your inner thigh as he did.

“Fuck, look how fucking wet you are for me.” He groaned, sliding his finger between your velvety folds to collect the moisture before he brought it to his lips. You were pathetically oversensitive, your cunt clenching around nothing the moment he touched you.

He liked that, he’d forgotten how needy you were, how much your body reacted to the slightest of advances. He couldn’t help but smile as he continued to tease, fingers grazing your sensitive skin, barely even touching you.

It dawned on you how long it had been since you’d been touched like this, and you craved more.

“Please, Billy.” You whined, beginning to grow uncomfortable with the lack of stimulation.

For once, he didn’t need much prompting.

His mouth latched onto your aching clit, sucking at it hungrily and growing at your familiar taste he’d missed so much. His hands pushed your legs further apart for better access, feeling how you throbbed against his mouth. Your hands automatically fell into his soft hair, biting your bottom lip as you tugged at it, your head falling back.

He’d been good with his mouth before, but he’d definitely gotten better. His skilled tongue flicked over your clit, one of his hands moving from your thigh to plunge two fingers inside of your cunt as he continued to lick and suck.

“Oh!” You groaned out, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled his face impossibly closer to you. He curled up his fingers in response, pressing against the spongy tissue and making your body jerk in response. He knew your body far too well, and had clearly never forgotten how to make you respond to him.

He didn’t want you to cum, not yet. He pulled away all too soon, smiling as he saw the all too familiar mixture of turned on and pissed off gracing your features. He straightened up, his hand moving to grip the base of your hair tightly, making you look up into his brown eyes.

“Do you want it?” He asked, voice smooth and even as ever. All you could do was faintly whisper “yes” in response. That’s all he needed.

Billy didn’t drop his eyes from yours as he smoothly unbuckled his belt, pulling it off and discarding it thoughtlessly, his pants coming down shortly after, but only part way down his ass. He just didn’t want to waste any time.

One of his hands dropped to your waist, the other pumped his cock a few times before nestling the tip at the entrance of your aching cunt. You whined softly, wriggling a little only to be grounded by his large hand before he pushed himself inside of your soaked hole.

You couldn’t help the gasp as he filled you, suddenly feeling deliciously full. Familiarly full. He seemed to feel it too, a soft groan in your ear as he pulled you closer to him by your hips.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this cunt so much.” He sighed into your hair, savouring the feeling of your cunt engulfing him for the first time in years. You were growing more and more impatient, needing movement and friction and he chuckled at you desperate movements from under his grounding hands. “I forgot how impatient you are.”

“Billy, just… Fuck me for God’s sake.” You’d meant for it to come out as an order, but it came out as a plea. He chuckled again, slowly rolling his hips back just to snap the forward again sharply, the sensation making you jolt and sigh into his shoulder.

“So bossy, aren’t you, sweetheart? Some things never change, hm?”

You ignore his teasing voice, your focus entirely surrounding how good his cock made you feel so fucking effortlessly. He hardly even had to try and here you were, already a leaking mess for him.

He held you more securely, one of his hands firmly pressing against the small of your back whilst the other swiftly tucked under your knee, holding your leg more securely around his waist as he fucked you.

He knew your body better than you did, he knew what drove you wild. The kisses he scattered across your neck and down your collarbone drove you insane. The way his fingers would dig into your skin, his breathing in your ear, the filth he was whispering to you…

“Fuck, Billy please don’t stop.” You begged him, pushing yourself down against him greedily, which he thoroughly enjoyed. He continued fucking your on the glass display case as he laughed out, “Think I’m gonna? No fucking way. Been thinking about getting back into this cunt for far too long.”

His words made you moan louder, your fingers clinging to his bicep, nails digging into the toned muscle harshly. He let out something akin to a growl, his own fingers digging into your soft skin hard enough to undoubtedly leave bruises in their wake.

He fucked you in a way you feared only her was able to, slamming into your convulsing pussy vigorously, ruthlessly. Your head fell back, eyes beginning to roll as you felt yourself being dragged closer and closer to the edge. Your clit bumped against him with every thrust, the stimulation only making you feel weaker and weaker. He watched your face, the look of pure ecstasy only making him more and more desperate to cum. No way he was about to pull out.

“Billy… Close…” You managed to utter out. In the past, that was his cue to prepare to pull out. But right now? Fuck that. He held you tighter, his fingers sliding from your hip to your clit to drag circles across it, feeling your cunt tense around him as he did.

“Do it.” He said, his own voice a little breathless.

You couldn’t think, could only focus on how fucking good he was making you feel. Your body stuff ended for a second before you came on his cock, your head falling forward onto his shoulder as you heard him let out a loud groan and a second later, his hot cum filling up your still convulsing pussy. But you didn’t care. Your body remained flush against his for a couple of seconds, soaking in the feeling of his cum filling you up so deliciously.

He gradually softened, pulling himself out of your stuffed cunt and casually pulling his pants back up before grabbing his belt.

You remained sitting on the glass case, Billy’s spunk mixed with your own wetness leaking out of you and making a mess of the glass. He couldn’t help but smile, shrugging once.

“Well, shit, you’ve got more of a cleanup to do now, my bad.”

You rolled your eyes at him, waiting for your thighs to stop trembling before jumping down from the display case and grabbing your panties, about to pull them back on before they were snatched out of your hand.

“What are you-“

“I think I should keep them. As a memento, you know?” He interrupted, the stupid smile that got you back into this situation illuminating his pretty face.

“Oh, right. Forgot how much you like to steal my underwear. Weirdo.” You muttered, squirming a little at the feeling of Billy’s cum leaking out of you onto your inner thighs.

Billy watched you squirm for a moment, the smile never faltering. “Mm. You know, I wish I’d cum inside you before. I like seeing you like this.”

You scoffed at him, shaking your head. “I have to clean up.” You said pointedly.

Billy raised an eyebrow a fraction, eyes flickering down toward your stained thighs.

“You’re telling me.”

#ahhh my first billy loomis fic #he’s been on my mind none stop #so here it is!#I’m so happy to finally have him officially on the roster #pretty angel #hope you enjoy!#scream #billy loomis smut #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader

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chaosduckies · 21 days ago

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Silence in the City (3)

We're back with the kaiju stories! (oh my gosh the amount of asks I had asking if you guys could get more of them is crazy) ask and I shall deliver! So here you guys go! I was in a angsty and fluff mood so this was fun to write-

Word Count: 6.1k

CW: Blood, mentions of death

3-Devon

I had been holed up ever since they finally gave me something to eat. They claimed that they “forgot” but I had a feeling that there was possibly just another reason. This entire place just seemed so shady to me. The way they treat people like replaceable objects, order everyone around, didn’t seem to have a care in the world about anyone else. No wonder Kieran had seemed so depressed every day. I had a feeling if he hadn’t been brought here, maybe he would’ve been treated better. I can’t believe he’s been here his entire life and survived. If I were him I think I would’ve just given up the second I arrived.

I had no idea what time in the morning it was. The clock on the desk needed batteries and I doubted they were going to give any to me. My body was tired and I felt bad for leaving Kieran alone, though the choice wasn’t mine. If I were being honest I would rather spend the day with him than be in a room all day with absolutely nothing to do. I was bored and I couldn’t do anything other than sleep. My backpack had nothing but my pills and a few clothes that should last me until tomorrow. My pills were on the desk and had enough for a while before I’d need to figure out how to get a refill. Half a bottle of water from the lunch they had given me. That was a long time ago.

My parents must be worried about me. Or… maybe relieved that they wouldn’t have to take care of me anymore. If I had just listened to them about moving away maybe none of this would’ve happened. I would’ve been with them, we would’ve had a home, and wouldn't have to worry so much about Kaiju attacks. If only I had just been a little stronger and made it into an underground bunker I wouldn’t be here. Light tears stung my eyes as I hugged my stuffed animal to my chest. I want to get out of here. Of course, now I know that I can’t no matter what happens now. Maybe one day? They couldn’t keep me from my parents forever, right? The thought alone made me shudder and encase myself even more.

It was only a few seconds later that my door opened after being stuck in here for an entire day. A guard stood outside while the other walked in. I sat up and tried wiping my face enough before they just grabbed me tightly around the arm and dragged me. I didn’t have time to throw my stuffed animal back into my room before they practically dragged me out and slammed the door, so I just had to keep the stuffed animal in my hands embarrassingly enough. I kept my head down and kept up with their fast pace before walking into the lab again, seeing some people looking at a countdown and others moving frivolously around like their lives depended on it. Countdown… I couldn’t tell if it meant a good or bad thing, but as soon as I saw the head scientist running all over the place seemingly getting things ready, I had my answer. They were getting ready for an attack today. She was obviously busy so what could she possibly want me for?

I stayed still, trying my hardest to hide my stuffed animal, even though I already heard the guards making fun of me. Well, it’s not like I was going to make a good impression on them anyway. She finally turned to me before sighing deeply, “Just give him the tablet and throw him in. He’ll be fine on his own… Maybe. I have more important things to worry about.” She waved me off before the guards dragged me off again, handing me a tablet like on the first day I arrived here before shoving me into Kieran’s room. I say room but… it’s more of a prison. A lot like a prison actually.

The lights were dim but I could still see in front of me as I stayed by the door, just trying to make out the huge shadow of a figure I knew was Kieran. There seemed to be a draft in the place, but I just thought it was him breathing. So he was asleep? I didn’t want to wake him up again like yesterday. They looked a lot more peaceful now. Or maybe that was just because I knew he never planned to kill me like I had originally thought.

It was an odd feeling though. Like I had finally felt a little peace without my parents being around. It was kind of weird that I felt calm when I was around someone who probably saw me as an ant. Literally. He looked calm too… his upper pair of arms acting as a pillow, hiding his mouth and his breathing slow and steady. His other pair of arms was tucked away under his stomach and his tail wrapped around himself like he was trying to make himself as small as possible. Kind of like what I do…

The lights suddenly flickered on, making me jump and watch with wide eyes as Kieran started to move, his face uneasy now. His eyes lazily opened, almost immediately closing back as he gave an annoyed huff. Was he annoyed with me or being woken up? Well, technically I’m the reason the lights were turned on so either way this was my fault… Nervousness took over me as he started moving a little more. He lifted his head, yawning. Somehow, it felt like my eyes grew even wider. Whether it was from shock or fear I couldn’t tell, but I’ve never seen his fangs before, or how sharp they were. I shuddered a bit, not realizing that I was in the way, and he didn’t even know I was there yet.

I thought I would’ve been okay if I just stood still, and because his hands and arms were currently in use right now as he rubbed his eyes and stretched. Well, apparently not because I completely forgot about the other pair of arms, his hand just narrowly missing me when he laid it out. I yelped, nearly falling over as I moved back. Okay, so that’s what… my third time nearly dying in the past three days?

Kieran looked over fast, his eyes widening for a brief moment when he noticed me, quickly pulling his hand away and returning to the same annoyed and tired look. I sucked in a shaky breath, hugging my stuffed animal closer while studying the tablet I forgot I was holding. A lot of buttons and frequencies for different things. I cringed at the thought of ever using this thing, turning it off.

It took him only a few seconds for him to get comfortable again, shoving his arms carefully underneath his stomach again, mindful of where I was. He held his head up with his arms, adjusting his position to face me a little bit. I was a little nervous, unable to speak until he did, “Could’ve told me you were there,” He sighed, “Sorry.” He glared over at the glass wall, letting out an annoyed huff before using his arms as a pillow again, opening his eyes slightly to study me. I was a little nervous under his gaze, shuffling my stuffed animal slowly so he wouldn’t see me try to hide it. I get the feeling he’d be the type to tease me for it.

I jumped when he tilted his head again, his eyes squinting. What was I even supposed to do? They threw me in here with no instructions, not that I listen to any of them anyways. I sucked in a deep breath as he studied me a little more like there was something different with me every day. Or maybe a habit of his?

He let out another huff from his nose, staring at the tablet in my hands. I jumped when his pupils slit, watching him back away just the slightest bit like he was scared. Oh! I threw the tablet a little ways from me, hugging my knees and stuffed animal close in case he was going to hurt me. I didn’t know how long it had been before Kieran let out a sigh, “You’re so strange,” He lifted his head, holding it up with one of his hands, “Why aren’t you… using it?” He pointed to the tablet that was face-down on the metal ground. Why I wasn’t using the torture weapon? Did he really think someone as pathetic as me would want to ever harm anyone?

“I-I don’t want you to think I’d want to hurt you.” I whispered, looking down and a little anxious about all the moving I was hearing. He wasn’t going to do anything to me. Yup. Well, that was if he could even hear me.

When I looked back up, Kieran was slowly moving the tablet closer towards me, his face twisted like he was debating something. He finally stopped pushing the tablet closer to me, “I…” He sighed, “Don’t think you’d hurt me. Don’t make me regret it.” He grumbled at the end, but I caught the hint of happiness in his voice. Kind of like Kieran hoped I wouldn’t use the torture device. No way. I didn’t even want to touch the thing. Though, I do like the trust he gave me. It made me worry a little bit about how he reacted, but I wouldn’t blame him for it. As far as I’ve seen the scientists or whoever takes care of him treat him terribly.

“Uh, what is that in your hand?” He pointed, squinting to try and see better. I held my stuffed animal closer, trying to hide it, but there was pretty much no use since he’s already seen it.

“S-stuffed animal…He’s a dog.” It was so embarrassing, and I could only just hope that he wouldn’t laugh. He definitely seemed like the type to. I didn’t know why it was so eerie just waiting for a response. I could hear my heartbeat through my ears, a tight feeling in my chest, and even feeling a little sick to my stomach.

Nothing was said for a while, only making me feel more anxious. It began to get to the point where I was starting to get dizzy. I couldn’t have an anxiety attack now! That’d just make this entire situation so much worse! The worst part about it was that all of this was happening just because I was worried about what he might say to me. Why did I care so much? Kieran doesn’t even like me! I’m just here to keep him company and that was it.

When I looked back up out of anxiousness, his face was twisted into confusion, almost immediately returning to his same tired expression when I looked up. What was he so confused about? I was worrying for no reason. Oh well, that’s not embarrassing at all.

My body started calming down, getting everything back to normal. Everything was going to be just fine… Definitely. Today was going to be a good day. It had to be. I couldn’t just keep barely making it out alive every day.

“Cute.” He shrugged, and almost on cue, the huge doors that led outside started to creak open, this time without the flashing red lights that would’ve scared me to death again. Kieran picked his head up, looking back down at me, then outside like he was deciding on something. “C’mon.” He moved out of my way to reveal the huge doors that revealed the outdoors, the sun almost at the center of the sky. But I was more focused on the part where he had to duck his head down low even just by sitting down. So big…

I forced my legs to start working again, trying to hurry so he wouldn’t get impatient with me. Of course I nearly tripped a few times but that wasn’t really surprising to me. As soon as I was outside I moved out of the entrance so Kieran could get out without killing me. Accidentally or not. Though, it was a little degrading that I was just following him while holding a child’s toy. But, if he wasn’t going to say anything to tease me about it then I guess it was fine. Though, I did find it weird how he reacted. Like he was confused or trying to remember something.

I let out a yelp when he started to crawl out, the ground slightly shook, but I could tell he was trying to be as careful as possible. I had no idea if that was for me or if he always does that but it was thoughtful of him. Though, a slight fear crept through me when he finally crawled out, stretching his limbs a little more and yawning again. He was huge. Scary. Somehow he was also, in his own way, kind. It was hard to imagine him hurting anyone, but it was a possibility that it could happen. Who knows with all the pent-up rage he has for the people who keep him trapped here?

Kieran glanced over at me, studying for a split second before staring at his hand. Was he going to carry me? I mean that’s what he did yesterday, right? And the first time we met. Why did he look so troubled about it? He was so hard to read…

“Mmm. Can you keep up if I walk slowly?” He asked. Keep up? Could I? I mean I’d probably have to walk really fast or run to wherever he was going. The spot from yesterday? That wasn’t so far. Could I still even do that though? Did he not feel like carrying me? Did I do something wrong? I mean it’d be a lot faster for him if he just did that, so I didn’t understand why he didn’t just take that route.

I nodded my head shakily, hurrying to get beside him. Last time I was in here they had kaiju out, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they had more out today. For some reason I just had a bad feeling about being here. I didn’t know what it was, but it was just too eerie, so it was safer just to stay close to the person who could keep me safe.

To my luck, he was crawling extremely slowly, kind of like a cat but with an extra pair of arms that were tucked in by his stomach. He was careful with where he placed his hands, constantly taking small glances over at me. I didn’t have to run thankfully, but I figured walking fast would help better the chances of him not getting annoyed. Even though he didn’t look annoyed or upset in the slightest. I wasn’t risking changing that.

It just remained silent as I stared at all the broken buildings, some even toppled over, several debris on the streets that I had to climb over at some points. I wanted to start a conversation with him, but I didn’t know about what. I mean it’s not like we knew each other all that much. Of course I’d like to ask about his past and how he arrived here, but it would be better if I just kept that question to myself. I didn’t need a reason to make him mad today. Though, maybe a conversation wouldn’t hurt.

“Um, so are you always allowed out here?” I wasn’t sure if he heard me, but I’m sure he did. He glanced down at me, blinking a few times before moving forward a bit with me, “Hm? Yeah,” He squinted, watching as I worked my way through some fallen debris, “They used this place to train me.” He explained, moving forward once again, his attention still on me.

Train? Well I guess you can’t fight an entire kaiju without some kind of training. It had me thinking about how they even managed that. Like when he was a kid? Did they seriously make him fight entire kaiju's as a kid? That didn’t even seem practical! It just seemed like torture!

“Train you?” I looked up questionably, confused. How did they even do it? I doubted they could teach him actual combat. So that would mean he had to teach himself. Did they treat him like an animal? I wouldn’t be surprised. It seemed like everyone here was sadistic enough to keep him away like he was some kind of monster. They did use that word a lot to describe Kieran, or what they always call him…

“Mhm. They keep some kaiju locked up in cells.” He explained, one of his hands pointing towards a side of the wall that looked like a huge door. Do they keep these things here? Fear crept inside me, involuntarily moving closer to Kieran. So basically I was surrounded by kaiju no matter where I looked. They could open one of those doors anytime they wanted and one would come bursting through. It would be that attack all over again. I shuddered at the thought, getting a little paranoid now. No- this would be perfectly fine. They were too busy with all of that countdown.

“Oh… that’s not scary at all.” I laughed nervously, hugging my stuffed animal closer to my chest. I wonder how they even managed to get other kaiju into the cells. I feel like they’d try to break free all day and eventually, that has to cause some sort of dent in their prison, right? The thought didn’t help with the overpowering fear that I was trying so hard to suppress.

Kieran sighed, “You’ll be fine. I’m not allowed to let you die, remember?” He laughed softly, making a joke. I knew that wasn’t the only reason he was keeping me alive from the conversation we had yesterday. He didn’t want to see me die and I doubt that he’d change his mind about that. Well, at least I hoped so.

We continued walking until we reached the clearing we were at yesterday. I could hear the distant clangs of the small kaiju running around. Each one spooked me, especially after hearing that this entire place was basically a training ground for violence. I sat down by a small tree, watching Kieran get comfortable in his spot, a little surprised when his tail created a barrier behind me. I looked around nervously, jumping when Kieran spoke.

“Just making sure you’ll be fine. I’ll move if you want.” He explained as if he knew I was nervous about where I was. Make sure I’d be fine? Did that mean that he wasn’t sure if anything would come over here? I shuddered, bringing my knees close to my chest. Nothing bad was going to happen. If I could just calm down that would be great though. I’ve been barely hanging on by a thread today and it just kept going south.

“You don’t have to.” I shrugged my shoulders. It was fine if he was just trying to protect me honestly.

He made a low rumbling sound to say okay, closing his eyes again, “I doubt they’ll open the doors with you in here, so don’t-” he was cut off by a loud creaking sound that echoed through the entire place. I turned my head, hearing the ear-splitting roar as something tried to claw the doors open wide like it wasn’t already opening.

Kieran groaned, growling a little before lowering himself even further to the ground, “Well I stand corrected.” He looked annoyed. Like he was about to just lash out in the worst way possible. I winced, pushing myself further against the tree, and covering my head with my arms. This wasn’t real. No way this was happening. Not again. One attack was enough. Why did I have to live through another one? I wasn’t as strong as the universe made me out to be. I couldn’t deal with this.

You could hear their loud movements as they walked around, the sounds getting louder and louder with each step like it was getting closer even though Kieran and I were both hiding. This was terrifying. It was like I was just being hunted. Again.

I looked over at him, opening my mouth to whisper something to him but nothing came out. I was terrified, but there wasn’t anything I could do here. I just had this stupid tablet, a stuffed animal, and whatever courage I had to run. If my legs would work.

My heart pounded in my chest, the uneasiness settling back into my stomach. My head screamed for me to calm down but there was no calming down when you were being hunted. Why would they open it up now? Did they think I was just going to be like their pilots and be unfearful towards the monsters that nearly killed me and destroyed my home?

Kieran glanced at me, worry showing on his face before he lifted himself back up. He wasn’t worried about me, was he? Cause I was totally fine. Totally. Not freaking out or anything. There was no reason to worry that a monster taller than a skyscraper was just released and now I have to relive what had happened a week ago. I couldn’t do this.

“Run.” Was all he said before the kaiju rammed through a building and tackled him. I yelped, dodging debris that was falling all while running. I didn’t dare look back, even as the growling grew more and more threatening between the two. I clutched my chest, running until my legs would give out from underneath me. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to die.

Eventually my legs did give out, and instead of hiding in a building like I had wanted to I just hid behind some rocks and broken concrete, bringing my legs to my chest and my arms over my head. This wasn’t actually happening, right? This was just some crazy nightmare. I would wake up at any second. Yup!

I yelped when I was launched in the air a little bit, landing on my back and banging my head against the rock. I groaned, rubbing the back of my head as I sat up. When my eyes opened, it took everything in me to hold in a scream. How did they get here so fast? I thought I had at least run far enough away. Was I really so useless that I couldn’t even run a few miles just to get away? I didn’t want to be here for any of this! It was terrifying to watch the two mountainous beings kick and lash out at each other, the kaijus’ growls practically making my ears bleed from how loud they were.

Tears pricked my eyes as I pressed my back further into the rock, pulling my hand away from my head and seeing blood all over my palm. My vision started to grow blurry, but I couldn’t pass out in a place like this. That would only increase my chances of death to 100% if it wasn’t already.

I watched with fearful eyes as Kieran was pinned again, trying to push the kaiju off of him. His eyes landed on my cowering figure trying to stay hidden, and immediately a low rumbling noise started coming from him, “I thought I told you to run.” I jumped from how threatening it had sounded, scurrying back up and running as fast as I could in the opposite direction, trying not to lose my balance from whatever the hell Kieran was doing.

My lungs threatened to burst from how fast I was running, my legs giving out on me just in time to run into a building. I slumped against a wall, wiping away the tears and checking out the damage. Well for one my head stopped bleeding, there were cut marks all over my skin from how many times I tripped on my way here, and pretty much I felt terrible everywhere. It hurt so much. What were they thinking? Seriously! I wasn’t in any way, shape, or form made for this!

I clutched my chest, my breathing fast and my stomach starting to hurt again. There was no point in me being here. Everywhere I went I was just in the way, keeping people back, burdening them. This situation isn’t much different! Kieran was having a hard time because he was worried about killing me in the process of killing that kaiju. If I hadn’t been here it would’ve ended quickly since he didn’t have to warn me or threaten for me to leave. If I could’ve just kept going, or better yet not have been saved by him none of this would be happening.

Tears came down my face as I silently sobbed, hugging my knees closer. Useless, useless, useless… My vision grew blurry before another ear-splitting roar echoed. I quickly covered up my ears, hoping that they weren’t anywhere near me but I doubt luck was on my side today. Was Kieran okay? Please tell me he was fine. Was he in more danger now because of me? My breathing sped up, my heart hurting from how fast it was beating in my chest.

“Please…” I whispered, failing to calm myself down. Was it so much to ask just for one nice thing to happen? Just one moment even!

It was silent for a while, my panicked nerves finally calming down, and just as I was about to crawl out of my hiding place to see what was going on, I felt the tiny tremors in the ground. In a panic, I clasped my hands over my mouth. Did the Kaiju come this way for me? Seriously! Fate really hated me. Or… at least I had thought.

“Devon?” I jumped at the sound of my name, peeking out the window to see Kieran looking around for me. I gasped quietly at the blood around his face, some even coming from his mouth. Though, a new look of panic seemed to have washed over him when I didn’t come out. Should I come out? Was he angry with me? Please tell me he wasn’t and I wasn’t about to make the biggest mistake of my life.

I used the nearby wall to lean on and stand up, forcing my legs to walk out of my hiding place, revealing my beaten figure, though Kieran looked worse than I did. Bite marks, bruises, scratches, deep cuts around his stomach. I’m surprised that it didn’t bother him as much as I’d think it would.

His eyes widened, lowering his body down with a worried look in his eyes, I backed away at the sight of blood, tripping and falling over. Was it… over? Did I have to run again? Tears pricked my eyes again, trying to hide them from Kieran, who winced and cringed away. I couldn’t do this anymore. My brain or heart couldn’t take any of this terrifying stuff anymore. It was making me go crazy. I’ve never felt so many mixed emotions before and it felt terrible. I started to hyperventilate again, clutching my chest.

“D-don’t be scared, I’m not gonna hurt you.” His voice cracked and sounded pained, but for some reason, I had a feeling that it wasn’t because he was probably in so much pain. As much as I wanted to calm down, I was struggling to. He was hurt because of me… if I hadn’t been here then he would’ve been completely fine. Wouldn’t have to worry about me either.

This was so embarrassing! What kind of a person freaks out this much in a singular day? This was so pathetic. My chest tightened even more, jumping when something soft fell on my head. I peeked out, seeing my stuffed animal, dusty and a little worse for wear, but still intact. I reached a shaky hand out, grabbing, and hugging them close. Embarrassing, pathetic, useless. Why was this all in front of Kieran? He was suffering more than I was right now. Why did I have to be so selfish?

No words were said for what seemed like hours as I tried to wipe away the tears that just kept coming. Nothing that I usually did was working, at least until Kieran tried something that would’ve probably scared me had I not already been scared out of my mind. Though, for some odd reason, it seemed like he was somehow even more scared than I was when he brought his finger closer, hesitating a bit before using his knuckle to rub against me.

I had no idea if he expected me to run or flinch away, but I did the exact opposite. I leaned into the touch, enjoying the subtle warmth for the split second that his knuckle was there before he moved it when I tried to get closer.

When I looked through teary eyes, I saw his eyes wide with shock, staring at his hand and then back at me. I sniffled, wiping the rest of the tears and hugging my stuffed animal as tight as I could. Kieran sighed, his breath ruffling my hair a bit as he used his arms as pillows again, “So… you’re not scared of me?” His voice sounded just as tired and annoyed as usual, but I noticed the slight crack in his voice again. Why was he scared? Well, maybe he had his own reasons.

I shook my head, “N-no?” I tilted my head, putting the puzzle pieces together, giggling like a child when I figured it out, “Aw you do c-care if I’m scared of you or not.”I was only freaking out cause I was scared of that kaiju. I was practically reliving the day we first met!

He rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say pipsqueak…” A smirk appeared on his face, “But, I am glad you’re not hurt. I know it was scary for you.” He cringed, one of his hands covering a wound on the side of his stomach that nearly made me vomit. Deep, red blood seeped through, like a huge stab wound and he was just holding his hand there like he wasn’t worried about the blood, he didn’t seem bothered much by it either.

“Thanks for c-caring.” I sucked in a breath, feeling my heartbeat die down a bit, my head still feeling a little dizzy but otherwise a little more bearable than usual. I jumped in surprise when he groaned a bit, squinting his eyes for a moment, “Whatever.” He scoffed, trying to hide the smirk spreading on his face.

Kieran messed with his wounds, and after a few minutes, the one that looked to have practically skewered through the side of his stomach didn’t look nearly as bad as it once was. Actually, it looked like it was healed already. When he realized that, he got back up staring at the hand that was covering his wound and wincing at the amount of blood on it. I looked away, laughing nervously. He stared at me like I was crazy, bringing his other hand lower to the ground so I could get on.

“A-are you okay?” I whispered, eyeing the hand with his own dried blood. He rolled his eyes in response, nodding his head anyways. Did he think it was normal to have had that bad of an injury? Did it even hurt as much as it looked like it did?

“We’re pretty far from the gates. Don’t expect me to keep doing this.” He grumbled, looking away with a slight playfulness. I nodded my head, remembering the last time that he said that he ended up saving my life again. Actually, this makes it like four times that he has now, so really he’s only been going back on his own words.

“Whatever you say.” I teased, struggling to find feeling in my legs, but once I did I forced myself to try and get on his hand, struggling a bit before I did. I checked to make sure I didn’t forget anything since I had this feeling that I was forgetting something, but once I realized what it was I was forgetting I didn’t care. The tablet. It was fine if I left it here, right? I mean this place is destroyed at this point there was no way I was going to be able to find it. Though, Kieran did find my stuffed animal and I should probably thank him for that.

“Thanks f-for finding him.” I held my dog up so he knew what I was talking about, hearing him scoff again, “He seemed important to you. Plus, I just happened to walk past him.” He mumbled, looking away as he hid the almost unnoticeable blush. Was he embarrassed? When I laughed, he glared playfully, sighing, “You seem to like the little thing.” He eyed it as I hugged it close again, trying to clean off some dust. Would it be weird to say that maybe he wanted it? I don’t know, but what if he just gave it back because he used to have one? Well, now I was just being a theorist. I could be entirely wrong. Then again, the way he kept looking at it like it reminded him of something. I was just going crazy, right?

“Do y-you not have anything t-to keep you company in your room. Like this?" I gestured towards my stuffed animal, seeing his pupils dilate like a cat would do when they’re comfortable or playful, “I’m not allowed to have anything.” Was all he said before he looked back again like he didn’t care. Somehow I feel like that has a double meaning.

He lifted his hand a little bit up and started crawling back just like the same way we came in here. It was kind of funny how he was almost like a cat. Less physically and more mentally though. Mean, grumpy, and teasing, but he can also be nice when he wants to be. Earlier it was almost like he was scared that I was going to be afraid of him. I mean sure I was for the first couple of days, and maybe just a tiny bit now, but I realize that he’s not going to try to hurt anyone. Or… try to hurt me specifically. I’m absolutely sure that if he were allowed to, he'd murder half the people in that research building. I shuddered at the thought, not realizing that we were already back.

Kieran walked in, getting himself comfortable before tilting his hand to let me off. I was surprised when I caught myself this time, especially since all of my limbs just felt like jelly at this point. I was going to be so sore tomorrow…

He was getting himself settled, using his arms as pillows once again. I guess whatever he could do to get comfortable. Just as I was about to sit down, the door flung open and two people stared down Kieran with an intensity that would’ve probably made me die right on the spot. Looking back, he was staring at them with bored eyes, like he had no care in the world before glancing down at me and letting out a short huff from his nose as if he was trying to tell me to hurry and go.

I did as asked, but before making it halfway back to the door, I ran back, finally making the decision. He needed it more than I did anyways, and I was just lucky that one of his hands was already laid out for me. I threw my stuffed animal in it without letting the guards see, somehow scaring Kieran from my sudden change of spirit, seeing the shock on his face was priceless though when he realized what I was giving him, “Y-you need him more than I do.” I whispered, hurrying back so they wouldn’t question me too much and so Kieran wouldn’t have the chance to give them back.

Before they brought me back to the room, they gave me something to eat that was surprisingly good and eventually was locked back in my room. I clutched at my chest and slid down the door. To think that I would’ve spiraled if it weren’t for Kieran. The fact that I would’ve died too many times to count if he wasn’t there to keep me safe? To think that all of this was because he decided to save someone pathetic. And honestly, I don’t think I would’ve had it any other way. I couldn’t thank him enough for saving my life. ——————

I just thought it’d be cute if Kieran had a stuffed animal cause why the heck not- I love their dynamic so much aghhhhh

Giant who’s cold and hard but softens up when he meets their little sunshine tiny? PLEASE. I need to see more of this it can’t just be me who wants to see this more often, but thank you for reading!

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lostxmelody · 2 months ago

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i had the silly idea to try and draw in some of my mutuals style. im always amazed by the art you guys produce that i wanted to try my hand at it... and i mean literally. by robbing your style. i hope i did everyone justice!! this was so much fun !!!

the lovely original artists (thank you for letting me do this! all their art is super cool, please go check them out. it wouldnt have been possible without them):

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strewwwberry · 5 months ago

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I'm adding on to - this - thought coz a commenter has made my brain worms activate

Okay so, if binghes biological parents raised him, then the whole birthing process needs to be explained in some way, here's what I've got so far

My idea originates with cang qiong mountain(CQM) and other sects finding huan hua palace's(HHP) quite sudden demand for a heavenly demons persecution to be... At the very least unceremonial

(I like to think that before the issues with TLJ, problems with demons didn't extend past occasional interferences at the borders and when demons and more dangerous/paranormal esc creatures stir issues within mortal grounds, like sower demons skinning mortals, not cool babez find food else where)

In doing so perhaps temporary imprisonment of said heavenly demon is put in order, so an investigation about his possible misdeeds could be opened, in which no transgressions, except for unconventional relations with a cultivating head disciple, could be uncovered and no arguments from HHP could carry any doubt in these insights

So the whole sealing Tianlang Jun(TLJ) is bipassed and he's pretty much told to get his ass back into the demon realm, until further notice, as to not add more fuel to an already blazing fire

During this I can imagine HHP master, Lao Gongzhu, is quite literally pulling his grey hair out and hasn't really had the time to "deal with" su xiyan's(SXY) "issue" (pregnancy), aside from imprisonment, and drugs hidden in food that she knows better then to eat, thus she is starved up until TLJ is kicked back into The demon realm

SXY has now been missing for a few weeks (surviving mainly off of cultivation, and fetus bingbing surviving mainly off of a mixture of SXY's efforts with her cultivation and having demon blood in his veins)

CQM is the first to notice her absence from basically existence due to TLJ's continuous cries over her during his temporary imprisonment

So again they dig deeper as they, and some other sects, having previously already disliked HHP due to their pompous attitude, and now having straight up evidence of questionable decisions/actions, decide that all of these odd happenings gives credence to simply not trust a thing HHP has to say

And what do you know? They find a half starved SXY pregnant in the literal underground water prison infamous for harboring what is supposed to be notorious and dangerous criminals

She Is freed and immediately put under Cian Cao Mountain for urgent care,

In addition a sort of crisis management meeting would be held after further investigation into huan hua palace's connections, motives, and actions, to basically decide if eradicating HHP and not just simply rehabilitating, changing leaders/heads etc, will be a much better idea both for uprooting corrupt yet powerful groups, and also because it takes a lot of time, money, and effort to not just redo mini placement exams to figure out where to move genuinely innocent disciples and cultivators to new sects (if they so desire)

Anywho, that's all ive got so far I'll probs carry this on after over slept lol it's like 1 am and I promised myself id start sleeping earlier 😂, hope use enjoyed this haha

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silkythewriter · 1 year ago

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Silky,dear... if you don't mind, could you please do a headcannon for Dee with strawberry s/o. She's so cheerful,kind and understanding ❤️ please. I love your blog,And I've admired you for a long time😭✨

❤︎︎“I love everybody because I love you”❤︎︎

Warnings: might be a bit OOC! Haven’t written about him in awhile I apologize!

Fandom: metal family!

Author note: HIHI!!! OMG TYSM?! UR SO SWEET (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃AHH I LOVE THIS REQUEST TYSM!! please request again this was absolutely AWSOME to make

Summary: Your boyfriend Dee, was one hell of sight, but with you happily walking with a cheerful bounce with him you can imagine the stares you get for the contrast. One doll of a person and then the blond who almost looked straight out of the dead with his dark eyeshadow.

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3.❤️

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“I love it when you look my way”

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The contrast between you and him is like day and light, and when you both come strolling by weather that be passing by the local convent shop. Or making a quick stop to a store that’s peeked your interest, eyes were bound to wonder. The stares were noticeable, but you guys have gotten use to it, cause your love for him couldn’t be dented by a pair of curious eyes.

Your personality peeked his interest, I mean who could be this kind and caring??, no less to just some normal people who haven’t impacted you in any significant way. It just made him…confused? (-∀-💦)

The way your kind eyes stared at him Tugged at his heart in an alarming (at least to him) way! The blush that spreed across his face the first time you gave him a sliver of kindness was to much for him.

Your cheerfulness always brightened him up especially after tough interactions with glam. Railing up and you being the only one to comfort him back to his collected self. And even if he doesn’t vocalize it he is very much grateful <3.

You make it point to make him feel understand-ed and would never make him feel alienated by his interest un like some un kind people. You let him rant about his newly found obsession or just show off a new skill he learnt.

Even small things like you congratulating him on a good score he got, or maybe for remembering the smallest thing, even commenting on his intelligence. It’s not like his teachers, just thanking him for being the only knowledgeable student, but instead asking more questions to learn more about the topic, and really see how much he knows. And though he doesn’t like being bombarded questions he deems stupid, when it comes to you it makes him like seeing the shock and awed look you give him. Can you blame him? Not only is it adorable but he likes showing off in front of you.

He would rather be dead then admit this but he loves the way you smell like strawberry, he would take this to his grave before admitting this he finds it embarrassing ( =ω= )

Let’s you do his eye shadow only because of how delicate and caring you are with it, you always make sure to take your time so you don’t hurt him little moments like that is what he absolutely adores about you!

I feel like he gets easily flustered by physical touch so whenever your get happy just by seeing him and hug him you can look up and see him red as a strawberry (≧◡≦) ♡

Whenever he goes shopping in the off chance he has some money to spend after he’s done grabbing some clothing he always makes sure to drop by your favorite store. Weather that be a cute accessory story, or a small bakery you might have said you enjoyed, either way he always makes sure he has left over money. So whenever he has a bag filled of random darkly colored clothing only to walk into a store and buy you some pink clips for your hair you can imagine the cashiers surprise. Dee though a bit embarrassed doesn’t care much it’s worth seeing your bright smile at the small item.

Heavy absolutely ADORES you! Literally bouncing off the walls when you come walking in with his brother. He was at first taken a back from how much polar opposite’s you and Dee are but quickly got over it after realizing how sweet you are!.

Heavy definitely teases Dee jokingly before running off after Dee’s had enough you get to sit as you see them bicker you find it amusing but always make sure to help Dee calm down! ( ´͈ ◡ `͈ )

Secretly has the same perfume brand you use and sprays it on his bed or around his room at night because it reminds him of you and comforts him but I didn’t tell you that! (▰˘◡˘▰)💦

He gets jealous easily especially when everyone gets so quickly comfortable with you cause of your inviting personality, he dose poorly to hide this but also hates being called out for it especially by his brother.

But just by you hugging him and saying comforting words makes it all go away, you just know how to make him melt in the best possible way.

But with that all said you basically have him wrapped around your little finger. And though he hates to admit it, he wouldn’t have it any other way <3.

ミ★❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ミ★

AH WOW IM RLLY RUSTY (๑•́ω•̀๑)💦 I haven’t made head-canons in a hot minute, so I am so sorry if he’s OOC or their not the best, BUT THANK SM THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE ESPECIALLY FOR MY FIRST HEADCANONS IN AWHILE!! ٩(ᐛ)و

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ssreeder · 5 months ago

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Chapters: 22/31 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Aang/Katara (Avatar), others to be tagged later - Relationship Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar), Aang (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Jet (Avatar), Suki (Avatar), Kyoshi Warriors (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar), Jee (Avatar), Hakoda (Avatar), Bato (Avatar), A bunch of OCs, Long Feng, Joo Dee (Avatar), Azula (Avatar), Mai (Avatar), Ty Lee (Avatar), Ozai (Avatar), General Fong (Avatar) Additional Tags: Violence, Blood and Injury, War, Minor Character Death, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Major Character Injury, Amputation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, possible major character death, themes similar to the first two books, Sexism, Racism (like has already been written in first two books), dark themes, Human Trafficking, Slavery, Just a lot of dark war-like themes, there will be a battle, Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Injury Recovery, Healing, Underage Sex, Underage Drinking, Animal Death, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Warnings each chapter, Hopefully some healing for Zuko finally, no promises, but that’s the goal, Reunions, hopefully a happy ending, Sokka gets some healing too, Non-Consensual Drug Use Series: Part 3 of Leaving It All Behind Summary:

-This is the last book of the series LIAB, please go read the other two books before this, or you will be very confused-

Zuko has been taken by the Earth Kingdom army to who-knows-where, and Sokka is determined to get him back.

But he can’t do it alone.

With Suki and the Kyoshi Warriors by his side, Sokka is headed to Ba Sing Se to find Katara and Aang so they can go rescue his fire bender.

Things aren’t as easy as he had hoped. Corruption, lies, and unknown horrors await them inside the city’s walls. None of this is helping Sokka’s mental well-being.

Hakoda and his men face a problem of their own as Azula approaches with the intentions of making it rain fire.

Sokka and Zuko will both find themselves having to reintegrate back into a life they thought they left behind, with people they hardly remember. It isn’t easy for anyone, especially when they don’t recognize the person standing in front of them.

#DID SOMEONE ASK FOR A MIRACLE!!?!?!#jk its not that serious haha #this chapter certainly isn’t that serious #its called healing hands mwahahah #sorry my authors notes are so chill and crabby I’m tired haha #I KNOW ITS BEEN FOREVER BUT I AM STILL HERE #I hope you guys enjoy this chapter #I kind of like it and I usually don’t like my chapters much haha #BUT HERE IT IS #Into the fucking fire lets goooo #In all seriousness there’s a chapter count now ahhh countdown begins #leaving it all behind #zukka #zuko #sokka

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good-beans · 1 year ago

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My brief takeaways from Deep Cover because I looooved it >:3

The project isn’t a mystery to solve, it’s giving up extra context to humanize the characters with each video. While Harrow gave us a ton of info on her crime and details, this video focused way more on her motivations/thoughts, which is just as important to her case.

She was at law school, already a pretty intense person, and started following the case of the redhead kidnapper. She tracks him down, planning on beating him up and saving the girl. When she’s actually there, seeing it, she’s overcome by emotion (and there may be personal trauma related, but we can’t tell that yet.) She loses control while beating him up, and he ends up dead.

The realization of what she’s done hits her hard. She never meant for him to die. She thought he was the worst of the worst, and probably deserved it, but she was not emotionally prepared to take a life. That’s what that terrified look in her eyes is. The little girl runs up to thank her, and she clings to the child because she’s clinging to her as justification. There was a reason she killed him, right? This girl is the reason… right? Being a hero is the reason. She’s struggling so much with the guilt of becoming a murderer, she frantically latches on to this – she must now make herself entirely into a hero if she’s even going to justify this murder. She looks for her next target, please give her the next target, because without that, she’s just some kid who killed someone.

Deep Cover shows that Kotoko is trying desperately to separate herself from a real killer. Well, her idea of a real killer – she sees them as an abstract concept, not as humans. They are villains. Monsters. (Chess pieces to be broken, not people). She’s so scared and ashamed of being one, she’s doing everything possible to be different from them. She's above them. She's in a different league from them. She doesn’t want to be a role model to the little girl (and rejects her harshly in that one scene on the street) because she’s so horrified by her own actions and doesn’t think she deserves it.

There’s so much good stuff going on in this video !!! It's an incredible look into her head and the animation is absolutely gorgeous waahh ;---;

#milgram #kotoko yuzuriha #you dont have to forgive her but i hope people are viewing her with the same balance as the other prisoners 👍#i hope this all makes sense ;--;#i really enjoyed it ahhh !!!#yonah ties into this a lot but im too tired to make a super long post #rose posts

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osamusriceballs · 1 year ago

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The Accident - Part XI

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 3,1 k

About: A date with Atsumu Miya~

Part I II -> Next Part

The silence is almost intimidating, and you find yourself looking around in silent awe.

Atsumu looks exceptionally good. The red uniform suits him well, and he looks even better and more professional than in the videos you've seen. "I can't believe we're actually here. I didn't want to ask Hinata for tickets because he's been busy lately, but I can't believe Atsumu-san managed to get two tickets for this- in the front row even!"

You nod and gaze at the court thinking back at the sudden message that you had received a few days ago.

Atsumu: "Are you free this weekend, Mrs. Miya?"

You stare at the message blankly, trying to figure out what to say. You had just started your nightly routine, not really expecting Atsumu to send you a message tonight. But here it is, white and blue. With a nickname that makes your heart skip a beat.

You: "Yes! :)"

Atsumu: "Great. Wanna come and watch me play? We can hang out at Samu's or my place after that, if you're up for it?"

You: "Sounds good!"

Atsumu: "I'll save ya two spots if you want to. You can bring your friend; Shoyo-kun will be there too. I'm sure she's interested too."

You: "I'll ask her. Thank you for being so considerate <;3"

You close your eyes for a few seconds, fearing his reaction to the heart emoji.

When you open them, you see his instant reply.

Atsumu: "Of course <3 I can't meet ya before probably, but we'll keep in touch, 'kay?"

You: "See you then <3"

Atsumu: "See ya <;3"

It's a special event, a pre-match before the Olympics fully start in a few weeks. The stadium is only half-full, but the people watch excitedly how the members of the Japanese Olympic team participate in a promotional match against each other. Apparently, a very exclusive event that has not been opened to the public, yet, here you are. Sitting in the first row next to Yachi with a drink in your hands—one that she got for you, despite your protests.

"Look, he is going to serve. That's why they are all quiet. It probably won't be like that during the Olympics; there will be a different audience. Today is a very special event. Randomized teams and starting positions, but look how well they all adapt. True professionals." Yachi whispers into your ear, her cheeks flushed already from her drink. You're just glad that Tsukishima has offered to pick her up after the game, you would have been worried about her otherwise.

"It's so quiet; it's almost intimidating." You whisper back and watch Atsumu. He seems really focused on his set, his expression cold and blank, unlike you've ever seen him before. He's truly intimidating on the court.

He seems very focused when he's taking a few steps back and concentrates on a point in the opposite field. It just takes a few seconds, and then you see him jump, the ball flying towards the field in the fraction of a moment. The loud impact makes you shiver, while you watch the field in stunned silence. When you glance back at Atsumu, you could have sworn that he looked at you before he high-fives one of his teammates. The crowd yells and cheers, and you find yourself clapping and calling his name too.

"Did you see that? That's what the boys had to endure back in high school. And it was just as scary back then." Yachi groans and rubs her bare arms; the goosebumps visible in the brightly lit hall. "He's amazing." You know that you're probably watching him with hearts in your eyes, but you can't help yourself when your heart skips a beat at the way he got even more attractive to you now that you've seen him actually play. You definitely get the fangirls now.

As he prepares to set again, you hold your breath nervously, and this time the other team manages to receive it. You watch with wide eyes how the ball is suddenly on the other side of the court again, a quick attack from someone you recognize as Bokuto, and then it's Atsumu who sets the ball flawlessly, a dark-haired spiker scoring a point. The crowd goes wild, chanting a name that you don't know yet, and Yachi is quick to lean over to you again while you watch Atsumu and the dark-haired player exchange a wordless fist bump.

"That's Sakusa Kiyoomi; him and Atsumu-san make a deadly combo on the court." You nod, your eyes not moving from Atsumu, who suddenly turns to you and grins widely. You shyly wave back and give him a thumbs up and a smile; he winks, holding up another finger and pointing to you and then to the ball. You're not sure you completely understand what he's trying to tell you, but you still nod and smile, hoping it was an appropriate reaction.

You finally get that he probably meant to tell you that he'll do another service ace for you when he nails the serve effortlessly, and you stare at him with wide eyes when he turns to you and playfully winks with a thumbs up. You cheer loudly for him, and Yachi also cheers alongside you, not noticing the silent exchange that had just happened right next to her.

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The teams bow when they finish the game and wave to the crowd, probably well-aware that some of their greatest sponsors sit alongside there. "That was amazing!" You smile at Yachi, and you both clink your glasses and drink the rest of the drinks.

"Kei will pick me up at the back entrance; is it okay if I leave you here?" She looks at you with worry etched in her features, and you nod reassuringly. "He'll pick me up right here. Don't worry; I'm sure he'll be here soon."

You hug her, and after you promise to text her, you sit back in your place. You watch all the people leave until the hall is almost empty, and then finally, after you played with your phone for a while, the athletes start to stroll in the hall, now dressed normally and all of them looking fresh. You look for Atsumu and quickly spot his blonde bright hair. He is now sporting a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt that tightly fits on his torso, his blonde hair still slightly wet from the shower—he looks really good. He strides energetically towards you, a delighted expression on his face, and he doesn't even hesitate before he pulls you into a tight hug.

"Hey."

"Hey, Atsumu. You were great; congratulations." You mumble against his shoulder, and he squeezes you a bit tighter before he lets you go. "Thanks. I hope you had fun."

"I did! I loved every second; it was really cool."

He wraps an arm around your shoulders while you speak and gently directs you towards the exit. "Just wait till ya see the Olympics, that will be even better. Let's go to my place, huh?" You nod and follow him to his car.

xxx

Atsumu has a really nice apartment. It's rather high up, but the elevator is so modern and smooth that you barely realize how high you drive up. Everything is clean and cozy, and you find several pictures of Atsumu and his family on the wall and a lot of trophies. The TV on the wall is ridiculously big, but the couch is far away from it, far enough for it not to strain your eyes. Atsumu gestures for you to take a seat on the couch in the living room, and you sit down comfortably.

"I felt a bit out of place, though. Everyone was wearing fan shirts. I should probably get one too for the next game." You stare down at your plain shirt while Atsumu takes a seat next to you, still making sure to keep enough distance not to make you uncomfortable.

"You wanna wear a shirt with my number?" He grins at you, his eyes sparkling while he musters you, and you embarrassedly laugh. "I still need to decide about my favorite player. I might favor Sakusa Kiyoomi, he seemed quite impressive too. And Kageyama's sets were amazing as well." He pouts at your words, pressing his hand to his chest as if you just wounded him. You quickly raise your hands and laugh.

"I was just kidding. Of course, I'd only wear your number. I want to support your big dream of becoming a famous volleyball player someday."

He nods approvingly and reaches into his bag. "In that case, I think I have the perfect shirt for you." He offers you a crumpled piece of cloth that you quickly recognize as the shirt he's been wearing during the game. You stare at him blankly, your eyes wandering from the shirt in his hand to his face. "That's your shirt."

"Yes." He nods, still holding the shirt up.

"You will need it for the Olympics."

"Yes."

"Won't you get in trouble for this?"

"It's not like they can fire me at this point." He just shrugs his shoulder, and you finally reach out for it. "Thank you."

"Of course, can't have ya walking around with Omi's number. He is the worst, have ya seen his ugly face and his glare? I dunno why he has so many fans." He fakes a gagging sound, and you giggle while you place the shirt on the couch next to you. You're quite sure that his shirt would sell online for a fortune—especially his worn shirt. Not that you would do that.

"You seemed to get along pretty well with him on the court." You say with a teasing smile, and he rolls his eyes playfully. "He's still an ass sometimes. He's just lucky that he's good at playing. Would have ditched him otherwise. But we normally get along well, I just love complainin' about him."

"He seems... quite intense." You both exchange a glance and nod in silent agreement, and then he clears his throat.

"Uhm.. do ya wanna drink something?"

"Water is good, thanks." You smile, and he is quick to go into the kitchen and return with two glasses and a carafe of water.

"Thanks." you smile and take a sip of the glass he offers you. You both sit there for a few seconds in silence, and you mentally debate if you should suggest for him to turn on a movie or something- or to start a new topic, but he always makes your brain go blank. You wonder if he regrets his choice of inviting you over. He might have been curious about you in the beginning, like you were curious about him, but what does he actually think about you? He's so hard to read, especially since you're having a hard time figuring out if he just has a natural flirty personality or if he just does it with you. You try to stay calm while you keep on overthinking next to him, your hand tightening almost uncomfortably hard around the glass, but then he suddenly interrupts your thoughts.

"Ya wanna play a game? I got this truth or dare on mobile thing. I bought the full lifetime version when I was drunk a few years ago, and I plan to use it to the fullest." His brown eyes are warm when you meet them and you find yourself forgetting about your worries.

"Oh? I think that is a story that I'd love to hear."

"Ya might if ya use a dare for that." He winks, and you feel your cheeks heat up. He fishes for his phone and starts typing your names in the bright and cartoonish-styled app. "Is random mode fine with ya?"

"Sure." You smile and wait for him to set things up, and he places the phone between the both of you an you both look curiously at the screen.

dare for Atsumu:

Show your latest pic in your camera roll.

He pales visibly after reading it and stares at his phone blankly while you eye him curiously. "Can I pass?" Your eyes widen at his sudden static state, and you simply nod. "Uhm... you don't have to do it if you're not comfortable."

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "I just don't want to make ya uncomfortable."

Now he has really piqued your interest. "I won't be. Promise."

He doesn't seem convinced but opens the gallery in front of your eyes and clicks on the last picture—a shirtless picture of him, probably taken right after the game. He's still wearing the red shorts and very seductively grinning into the camera, his bare abs on full display for the camera. You quickly avert your gaze and clear your throat, feeling like a teenager looking at their crush. You now rub your throat to hide how flustered you feel from just seeing a goddamn picture of him. "I didn't expect that, to be honest. It's - uh- a nice picture, though."

"I didn't plan on posting it; I just like the after-game pump." He is quick to explain, and you just nod with warm cheeks. It's definitely getting hotter in here. The game successfully managed to create tension in the room- something that you didn't expect from a game that looks like a dorky party game. You take another sip and clear your throat. "Uhm... next?"

"Yeah." He is quick to open the app and tap on the screen.

truth for Y/N:

Who is the hottest person in the room?

You laugh and point at Atsumu. "That is quite self-explanatory."

"Ya got an easy one here since it's just the two of us." He complains and looks at you accusingly while you just laugh about his cute pout.

"Make it a bit more demanding then?"

"How about you tell me who's the hottest person in the Olympic team? You've seen all of us play today. Who's your favorite?"

"I haven't seen them all close up," you try to be neutral, but he just groans.

"There was a poll once about hot volleyball players worldwide, and someone from the Argentinean team won. He's close to Tobio-kun, apparently."

"You didn't win?" You look at him surprised. Atsumu is definitely on the hotter side of the team members from what you've seen so far- at least in your eyes. You haven't really paid attention to the other players though, your eyes always coming back to Atsumu.

"Ya seem genuinely surprised; I take that as a compliment. Nah, I didn't win, but I was in the Top Ten." He proudly puffs his chest, and you give him a playful thumbs up. "Congrats. I would have put you on number one, though." You try your best to calm your heartbeat when you see how intensely he looks at you at your words.

He grins and nods before he simply turns on his phone again without saying more about it.

dare for Atsumu:

Take a picture with a person in the room and set it as your profile pic.

"I can't set it as my Instagram pic or somethin' like that, but maybe just my screensaver?" He says as he contemplates his options.

You nod and move closer to him on the couch, until your shoulders are touching and your knees almost bumping together. He lifts the phone for a selfie and tilts his head in your direction while you tilt yours in his direction and you both try to smile brightly.

You look awkward.

That's easy to tell, and he seems to notice too because he's not taking a picture. "Uhm- maybe. We should do it like this."

He wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer to his chest, and you hear the click of the camera while you look surprisedly at him- shocked at this bold actin. "Now, look at the camera." His hand comes up to pinch your cheek gently, and you find yourself smiling at his actions. He's probably in a good mood since he won the game today, so you just let him proceed, trying not to think that this had a deeper meaning- because it probably doesn't. He grins too and takes another picture, and you remain in that position for a few more seconds, his pleasant smell invading your senses now that you're so close to him, and you subtly try to inhale deeply again. He feels good against you. Warm and solid, your body almost naturally fitting against his. Even though you'd love to stay, you slowly move back to your place and create some distance between the two of you. His muscles seem even more prominent when you look at his still raised arm and he slowly lets it sink down to his side.

He goes into his gallery again, and you both look at the two pictures. You look like a real couple. With the way you look up at him, pressed against his chest, your expression clearly flustered while he looks down at you with a grin- it's almost too intimate for you to bear. The other one in which you both smile brightly while he pinches your cheek is a rather cute picture, and he hums while he taps the picture.

"I'll take the second one then?" You nod and watch him set it as a background. "It looks nice." You nod again, definitely not trusting your voice. He is perfect boyfriend material.

"Next one then?" He sets up his phone, and you hold your breath for a second when the words show up.

dare for Y/N:

Kiss the hottest person in the room.

You awkwardly laugh and look down at your glass of water, waiting for him to laugh with you. But he doesn't. It's just silent between you now. Atsumu has not shown any reaction, just staying still as he is, still looking at the screen. You look at him with furrowed brows and then again at the screen. Should you-

No. What are you thinking?

You notice that Atsumu's knee has started bouncing, something that you think is his reaction when he's feeling nervous, and you experimentally lean just a bit closer after taking a deep breath and his eyes move from the screen to you.

His gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips when you lean forward just a bit more, and then he is slowly leaning into you too, much to your surprise. Your gaze shifts to his lips, parted just the slightest bit, so kissable-

He is waiting for you to make your move, giving up all control of the situation to let you do as you're comfortable with- and then you realize one thing when your breath meets his lips and your eyes fall shut.

You're about to kiss Atsumu Miya.

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #I've decided to update every Monday! <3 hope that's okay with you #it just works best with my schedule <3 #and you know that you can rely on it on Mondays then! <3 #I hope you enjoyed this part <3 #and I hope I'm not moving too fast #this part got longer than I expected lol #I'm pouring everything into this rn ahhh-

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