#also looking forward to seeing oasis...............<-Knows Whats Up

[cerealandchoccymilk]

zakkie...................(wip)

[plutotheplum]

Sweet Summer Breeze

sylus x fem!reader

summary: date night with sylus gets out of hand.

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, established relationship, smut, p in v, oral sex - m!receiving, praise kink, mild degradation, vaginal fingering, daddy kink, spit kink, public sex

wc: 5k

a/n: pulled his lost oasis card (yay!) and he's just so bf core

also on ao3!

You’re swiping a final layer of lip gloss onto your lips when you hear the rumble of Sylus’s bike outside your apartment complex. It’s obnoxiously loud, the engine revving for a moment before silencing as he parks it by the curb.

Peeking out the window, you smile when you see your boyfriend. He’s handsome as ever, black leather jacket pulled on over his broad shoulders, snowy hair windswept. Butterflies burst out in your stomach, making you fidget slightly. Despite having been together for a few months, you still can’t get rid of the overwhelming feelings that rise up inside of you whenever you meet with him.

Traveling between Linkon City and the N109 Zone constantly just wasn’t feasible for either of you, which was why you and Sylus had settled on meeting up once a week to see each other. You were thankful that regular civilians didn’t recognise your criminal of a boyfriend, although keeping your relationship a secret from your co-workers had proven to be a challenge.

You don’t get to reminisce for much longer, a ding from your phone breaking you out of your thoughts. Giving yourself one last look in the mirror, you grab your purse and your phone, making sure to lock your apartment door shut. 

“Hey, baby” a low voice drawls.

Sylus grins at you from where he leans against his bike, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Hi,” you smile back, coming to a stop in front of him.

He grabs your hand, holding it above your head and you give him a twirl. Your skirt fans out as you spin and Sylus lets out a low whistle of appreciation, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

“Missed you,” he whispers against your cheek, landing a soft kiss to your skin.

“A shame I can’t say the same,” you sigh dramatically, patting his chest as though to console him.

He smiles devilishly at your little act of feigned nonchalance, his fingers grabbing onto your chin to hold you in place. 

“Yeah? My baby needs a reminder, huh?”

You squeak in surprise when he slants his lips over your own, kissing you roughly. A pathetic whine slips out when he licks into your mouth, his tongue grazing yours. He pulls away with a nip to your lower lip, his teeth scraping against the soft flesh.

You blink up at him, dazed. It’s only when you see his glistening lips that you realize that he’s ruined the lip gloss you had put on earlier.

Sylus stares down at you pointedly, and you roll your eyes, tugging him down to wipe away the gloss smeared across his lips.

“I missed you too, asshole” you mutter, thumb swiping over the corner of his mouth.

“I know,” he replies simply, leaning forward to land a softer peck to your lips.

His red eyes bore into yours and you know what’s coming before he even says it.

“We could just stay,” Sylus whispers, “know your cute pussy’s been missing me too.”

His lips brush against your ear as he speaks, his leather-clad hands sliding up the backs of your thighs, disappearing under your skirt. You jerk when he squeezes the fat of your ass, and your hand reaches out, swatting the side of his head.

“Have some decorum,” you chastise, eyes darting to the sides of the streets to check whether anyone’s seen you.

Sylus simply laughs, his hands smoothing over the ruffles he’d caused in your skirt. You watch as he lets go of you to sling a leg over his bike, settling down on it. Sylus holds out a helmet towards you, and you stare at the offending item distastefully.

“It’s gonna mess up my hair,” you complain, “besides, you don’t wear one.”

It’s his turn to roll his eyes at your stubbornness. You don’t get to protest further, Sylus simply tossing the helmet towards you so that you have no choice but to catch it.

“I can’t die,” he says dryly, adjusting the fingerless gloves on his hands, “and you happen to be precious cargo, so put it on.”

You let out an irritated huff of air and tuck your hair behind your ears before you pull the helmet on over your head. Secretly, you enjoy his protectiveness. Sylus has his own ways of showing that he cares, and it never fails to make your cheeks flush, but thankfully your face is hidden by the tinted visor this time.

Sylus raps his knuckles against the helmet, and you’re being lifted into the air, his Evol swirling around you as the red tendrils place you onto his bike. You wrap your arms around his waist tightly, feeling the bike vibrate as he starts it up.

He’s far too reckless with the way he drives, the wind whipping around you rapidly. The buildings of Linkon City pass by in a blur. You know he’s made the right call with the helmet, your fingers digging into him as you cling on to prevent flying off of his bike. 

The sun has begun to set when Sylus parks his bike next to the large oak tree in the quiet park. You had stumbled upon the place when you had been sent on a mission to clear the area of Wanderers. It was peaceful, and you and Sylus had been coming here ever since.

You take his hand when he offers it, letting him pull you off of his bike. The helmet comes off soon after, and you smooth your hands over your ruffled hair.

Sylus wraps his arms around you, and you smile, head falling back against his shoulder. The warmth of his body seeps into you, his lips pressing against your cheek as he peppers soft kisses across your face.

“It’s nice seeing you like this,” he murmurs, his arms tightening around you, “carefree and relaxed.”

He tugs you back a little, leaning against his bike whilst your back presses up against his chest.

“You make me feel that way,” you confess, tilting your head to peer up at him.

Sylus seems lost in thought as he stares down at you, his hands rubbing up and down your sides soothingly. Your gaze flits away from his, taking in the view before you. Pretty shades of orange and pink have begun to swirl with the clouds, streaking across the sky.

“Could always come back with me,” Sylus says, spinning you around so that you’re facing him instead.

You laugh softly, pressing yourself a little closer to wrap your arms around his neck.

“You know I can’t,” you reply, fingers playing with his hair, “I can’t just abandon my job.”

“Must you always be so righteous?,” he asks, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks.

As much as you missed him, you couldn’t go back. It wouldn’t be possible anyways. Your disappearance would only cause more questions and Linkon City needed its Hunters for protection. You wouldn’t abandon civilian safety just to meet up with him.

“Don’t tell me you’re lonely,” you coo, grinning up at him.

Sylus lets out a low huff of air, shaking his head. He squeezes your cheeks together until your lips jut out in a pout.

“Don’t be a brat,” he says, giving your cheeks another firm squeeze before letting go.

You shoot him a glare, rubbing at your sore cheeks. Sylus leans forward, his head dropping until his forehead rests against your shoulder.

“I could just kidnap you,” he murmurs.

“You wouldn’t,” you say, prodding your fingers into his chest as a reprimand.

Truthfully, you know Sylus is more than capable of kidnapping you. With his connections, it wouldn’t even be a struggle getting over the border and into the N109 Zone.

“Some other time then,” he says.

You know he’s getting restless when his nose drags up the length of your neck, his lips following suit as he presses heated kisses against your skin. A soft sigh leaves you, your hands cradling the back of his head as you tip your head back, baring your neck for him.

He pulls a sharp gasp from your lips when he drags his teeth against the tender skin of your neck, his tongue laving over the bite soon after. You push at his chest, slapping your hand over the spot where his lips were.

“Sylus!” you hiss, shoving his face back, “we agreed no hickeys!”

He grunts at your continued protests, his arms wrapping around your waist to tug you back against his chest.

“Stop complaining, sweetie” he whispers, his nose brushing against your cheek, “there’s barely even a mark.”

Your frustration fades away when he guides your head into a kiss. It’s slow and sweet and so utterly perfect that your eyes are slipping shut contentedly, the tension draining from your body.

Sylus sits down on his bike and you move to stand between his legs, arms wrapping around his neck to steal another kiss from him. It turns into another and another, until you’re both making out languidly, tongues tangling together as spit leaks from the corners of your mouths.

His hands squeeze at your waist, and you whine into his mouth, fingers fisting his soft hair in your hand. Sylus lets out a low groan, his hands sneaking back up your skirt again.

“We- we should go home,” you whisper, pulling away from his lips.

Your breath hitches when you see him. There’s a light flush dusting across his cheeks, his hair sticking out at odd angles from when you’d run your fingers through it. His lips glisten with spit, reddened slightly with how long you’d been kissing.

“There’s no one here,” he says, crimson eyes laced with mischief.

The implication of his words is enough to have your cheeks burning with embarrassment. You shake your head stubbornly, wanting to be back in the comfort of your bed where you can be assured that others won’t be able to see you.

“C’mon,” Sylus coaxes, his hands groping at your ass, massaging the fat between his calloused fingers, “no one’s going to see us, besides if they did,” his voice drops even lower, “I would kill them.”

You watch as his Evol swirls around you both, ruffling your hair and your skirt, the vines of concentrated energy caressing the bare skin of your legs. The thought of him killing someone for you shouldn’t make desire spark in your heart, it’s quite literally morally reprehensible, and yet you can’t stop the slick dripping from your cunt, arousal dampening your panties. 

“I hate you,” you mumble, head dropping against his chest.

“I’m wounded, doll.”

You can hear the stupid smirk on his face when he speaks. 

His fingers have begun to drift, one hand still groping at your ass contentedly whilst the other slips past the waistband of your panties, drifting further until you can feel his fingers press against the folds of your pussy.

“Pretty pussy’s been missing me,” he rasps, fingers rubbing against your folds, “so fuckin’ wet, baby.”

He’s right. You’re so horribly wet that it’s frankly embarrassing, setting your face aflame. It’s why you shove your face into the crook of his neck, hands curled into his leather jacket tightly.

Sylus doesn’t let you hide for long, his fingers cupping your jaw to draw you out from your little safe space. He pushes his thumb into your mouth and you whine, sucking around the digit as your eyes flutter shut.

“There you go,” he whispers.

His fingers have found your clit, the calloused pads stroking across the sensitive little bud. 

“H- hurts,” you slur around his thumb, hand curling around his wrist to keep his hand there, hips grinding across his fingers and the leather of his glove.

“Poor baby,” Sylus croons, “must’ve been hard without me. All alone, rubbing that achy, little clit while I was gone.”

You nod desperately, half-lidded eyes peering up into his. Sylus hooks his thumb around your lower set of teeth, prying your mouth open. Your tongue lolls out immediately, almost like it’s become second nature as he spits into your mouth. He tastes intoxicating, the feeling of his spit on your tongue, perverse and yet so, so right. 

Swallowing it down eagerly, you press yourself closer. “Again,” you demand, tongue sticking out.

Sylus laughs hoarsely, his thumb smoothing across your tongue, pinching the tip between his fingers. He lowers his head, his tongue licking against yours before he puckers his lips, letting another glob of spit drip down onto your tongue.

“Filthy, little whore,” he hisses against your lips, “shouldn’t you have some decorum?”

You glare up at him when he uses your own words against you. It was his fault you were acting so needy. Your fingers didn’t cut it anymore, ever since you’d had his fat cock stuffed in your pussy, nothing else would compare.

He narrows his eyes when he sees your glare, his hand coming down on your ass hard. You yelp, jolting in his arms at the unexpected spank.

“Don’t fuckin’ glare at me,” he warns, hand patting against your reddened asscheek to soothe the sting of his harsh slap.

“Jerk,” you huff out.

It seems as though he doesn’t like your little insult, two of his fingers suddenly bullying into your pussy. His fingers are long, reaching much deeper than yours, the pads of them rubbing up against your walls.

“Oh- ah fuck!” you mewl, slumping forward.

Sylus only hums, smiling against your hair as he fucks his fingers in and out of you, his other hand alternating between squeezing the backs of your thighs and your ass.

“Always such a brat,” he chastises, “all it takes is some fingers to shut you up, hm?”

Your thighs shake when he slips his fingers out of you, drifting across your pussy to rub tight circles against your clit. The feel of his fingers is too good, his firm body pressed against yours. You pant into his neck, hands pressed up against his chest.

“Come on my fingers, baby” Sylus whispers, cupping your pussy. All it takes is a few drags of your pussy against his hand, his fingers dipping inside your achy hole one more time to graze the sensitive spot inside of you until you’re shuddering in his arms, gushing around his fingers.

His fingers are damp with your slick when he pulls his hand free from your panties and you watch with half-lidded eyes as he sucks them clean. Sylus lowers his head, lips pressing against yours as he licks into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You moan, cupping his cheek as he practically leans over you, trying to meld his body against yours.

The bulge of his cock is hard to ignore, digging into your stomach. You bite your lip, pushing at his chest to get him to sit back down. You’re half-way onto your knees when he stops you, catching you by the arm.

A contented smile spreads across your face when Sylus shrugs off his jacket, laying it on the grass for you. He rolls his eyes when he sees the soft, dream-like look in your eyes, tugging you back in for another kiss.

“I’m not completely heartless,” he mutters gruffly.

“I never said that,” you whisper, rewarding him with a quick peck to his cheek.

You sink back down onto your knees, settled between his legs as he sits back on his bike. The outline of his cock has arousal pooling between your thighs again, and you lean forward, pressing soft kisses against his clothed cock.

He grunts, his lithe fingers threading into your hair. You make quick work of his trousers, letting him lift his hips as you tug them down along with his boxers. Saliva begins to gather in your mouth at the sight of his uncovered cock.

Grasping his heavy cock, your lips part, tongue lapping at the pre-cum smeared across the tip before enveloping the flushed tip of his cock into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the head, sucking lazily. The weight of his cock is comforting against your tongue, eyes drooping as you push your head forward a little more, swallowing more of his cock.

“There’s my good girl,” he sighs, “take my cock, doll.”

You peer up at him with hazy eyes, lips stretched out from his cock. Sylus grins at the look on your face, his fingers tightening into your hair. He pushes at your head, and you seize up, his thick cock sinking further down your throat.

“Relax,” Sylus says quietly, his thumb catching a stray tear that drops from your eye, “breathe, baby, breathe.”

You can’t exactly breathe with his cock stuffed down your throat, but you do your best, breathing in through your nose. He pets your hair while you do and you find your mind getting hazier, a thick fog of submission settling in.

Your head begins to bob, slurping hungrily around his cock and he moans raggedly, his head tipping back to expose the expanse of his neck. You whine at the sight, and he digs his fingers into your scalp, holding your head still as his hips roll, fucking his cock into your mouth.

He somehow thickens even more in your mouth. Spit drips from the confines of your mouth, coating his cock and his balls. Sylus doesn’t seem to care, his loud, unabashed groans emanating into the quiet evening air. You hollow your cheeks to try and suck more, satisfaction spreading through you when his hips stutter at your action.

“Cock-hungry slut,” he grits out, his brows pulled in together.

He looks feral, red eyes brighter than usual, his chest heaving as he pants. You pull off his cock when he lets you, giving him a smile before you press your lips against the tip of his cock in a sweet, sticky kiss. 

Almost in response, his cock twitches, a thick glob of pre-cum beading at the tip. Licking your lips, you suck his cock back into his mouth, suckling happily at his tip, drinking down the pre-cum that spreads onto your tongue steadily.

One more suckle to his drippy tip results in him yanking you off of his cock, his hands grasping at your arms to pull you up onto shaky legs.

“I- I wasn’t done!” you protest.

“If you keep sucking me off like that then I won’t be able to cream this cunt,” he growls.

You squeak when he bends you over his bike, flipping your skirt up as he pulls your panties down.

“Sy- Sylus!” you squeal when he shoves his face between your thighs.

He ignores you, tongue lapping over your pussy. Sylus gives a harsh suck to your clit, his thumbs pulling your folds apart to spit on your hole, watching as it clenches pitifully around nothing. 

Landing another slap to your ass, he stands up, rubbing his cock against your length of your pussy, the tip catching on your clit. A strangled noise leaves you when he drags his cock back up, pushing it into you roughly.

Your body slumps against his bike and he pulls apart the cheeks of your ass to watch his cock disappear into your cunt. You mewl, arching your back a little, letting his cock sink in deeper as your pussy swallows him up. 

“Pussy’s always so fuckin’ hungry,” he hisses.

Hips swaying back to meet his thrusts, you drool against the sleeve of your sweater, the fabric darkening. Sylus sneaks his arms around your waist, the weight of his body pressing into you as he leans over you.

It’s so warm, so cozy, despite the cool air blowing through the park. You can hardly care that you're outside, in public where someone might catch you, previous anxieties forgotten as his cock fills your pussy. You can feel your mind turning into mush, his whispered words barely registering in your lust-addled brain. 

You’re falling deeper into his embrace, the feeling of his face in the crook of your neck making your heart soar as he ruts his hips into your ass. All you can think about is his cock, and how good he feels and how much you like him and how good he takes care of you. The culmination of such feelings, coupled with his cock stuffing you full is enough to have you crying out.

“Daddy!”

Sylus’s hips stutter to a pause when he hears the word you’ve uttered. You’ve snapped out of your trance, slapping your hand over your mouth when you realize what you’ve said.

He’s pulling out of you, and your heart drops, embarrassment making your cheeks go hot. Sylus tugs you up from where you’ve been bent over his bike, spinning you around so he can look at your face.

“What was that?” he demands, cupping your cheeks so you can’t escape his gaze.

“Nothing,” you mumble, feigning innocence.

“Didn’t sound like nothing,” Sylus prods further.

“I- I think you might be hearing things,” you say.

You know you’re in trouble when he dips his head, his fingers holding your chin as he presses his forehead against yours, his darkened eyes boring into yours.

“Really?” he says slowly, “almost sounded like you were begging for daddy.”

You stifle the moan that threatens to escape you, hands tightening into his shirt when his lips brushes across yours, his voice hoarse. Shaking your head vehemently, you try to push at his chest. If you have to leave him here and drive his bike yourself to save the last shreds of your dwindling dignity, then so be it. 

“Not so fast,” he murmurs, picking you up and placing you on his bike so that you can’t move.

His chest presses against yours, his hard cock brushing your thigh as he stands flush with you. You can feel his lips on your cheek, dragging across the corner of your mouth before he places his hands on either side of you, his head lowering to kiss you again.

Sylus’s kisses must be laced with some sort of remnant of his Evol with the way he’s able to get you under his control easily. It’s like he lulls the uneasiness away, soothing your nerves with every move of his lips.  

Your hand reaches for his, fingers lacing together. Sylus squeezes your hand and your other hand slips lower, reaching between your bodies to curl around his cock. He lets out an airy noise into your mouth when your hand moves, dragging up and down his length as your wrist twists.

He pushes your hand away a few moments later, grasping his cock as he flips up your skirt again. You squirm until you’re sitting on the edge of his bike, leaning back to let your hips tilt, legs wrapping around his hips.

“Is this what you want?” he breathes out, pressing his girthy cock between your folds, snug against your pussy, “hm? Want daddy’s fat cock filling up this precious, little cunt?”

“Y- yes!” you whimper out.

“Yes, what?” he murmurs, hand gripping your hip.

You shrink away when you realize what he wants, looking away from him. Shifting your hips, you try and get his cock to sink inside of you, but his grip is too strong, holding you in place.

“Say it,” he coaxes, pushing the head of his cock into your pussy briefly, before pulling out, “say it, baby.”

“Yes, d-daddy,” you mumble out, peering up at him, “want daddy’s cock filling me up.”

He groans at the soft, breathy whisper of your voice, cock pushing inside of you again. You whine, head falling back at the feeling of him back inside, pussy clenching around him. You can feel his breath fan across your neck, moans spilling out of you as he draws his hips back before thrusting back in, his fingers squeezing at your thighs and hips.

“Fuck,” he pants, “I’m never letting you go.”

It’s not long before your mind is turning hazy again, eyes slipping shut as your arms wrap around his neck tightly. Sylus’s lips have latched onto your neck, no doubt sucking hickeys onto your skin as he fucks his cock into you. 

“Daddy,” you slur, tugging at his hair, “daddy feels s’good.”

Sylus can hardly believe that he’s managed to fuck into such a state, his eyes roving over the drunken look on your face, watching as streaks of drool slip down your chin. You look so vulnerable in the moment that it tugs at his heart, an overwhelming need to take care of you coming over him.

“Daddy’s right here,” he whispers, his lips pressing up against your ear, “doing so well, baby.”

You preen at the praise, sending him a dazed smile before you pucker up your lips for a kiss. Sylus chuckles, leaning forward to capture your lips in a messy kiss as he pounds into you, balls slapping against your ass. The sound is lewd, and he can’t resist spitting into your mouth again.

His spit barely lands in your mouth with how gone you are, but your tongue darts out, licking up the string of saliva connecting your lips, pecking his lips sweetly with a little mwah!

The sound goes straight to his cock, and you whimper in delight when you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“All yours,” he grunts, “daddy’s cock is all yours, so fuckin’ take it, doll.”

His affirmation that he’s yours has you clenching around him, legs tightening around his waist as you moan, your nails digging into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt. 

Sylus hisses at the grip of your pussy and his cock, a loud snarl ripping from his throat. You squeak when he suddenly picks you up, his arms wrapped around you.

The strength he displays nearly makes you swoon, arms wrapped around his neck tightly as he adjusts his hold on you, gripping your hips as he drops you onto his cock. You squeal at the feeling, his cock reaching so deeply, brushing against every little spot inside of you.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” you chant, a debauched giggle slipping out of you.

His balls slap against your ass, Sylus using as though you were nothing more than a fleshlight. You mewl, eyes finding his. He stares down at you, giving you a smile and your heart stops in your chest.

Messy, white hair covering his forehead, his cheeks flushed. The smirk on his face has been replaced by the boyish smile only you get to see, his eyes soft and tender as he lowers his head, kissing your forehead gently.

“Daddy loves his baby.”

You gasp, body drawing taut as his words hit you. It’s too much, his hips delivering a particularly sharp thrust to your sensitive pussy. Sylus struggles to keep his grip on you, your squirming making it near impossible as you moan his name, walls tightening around his cock.

“C- come,” you whimper, hands cupping his cheeks desperately, “daddy- daddy has to come with me.”

“Yeah, baby” he grunts, his fingers digging into your ass tightly to keep you on his cock, “daddy’s gonna cream this tight, little cunt.”

Sylus buries his cock deep inside of you, and you shake, little twitches erupting through the muscles of your body as you come. Your thighs squeeze around him tightly, a placid sigh leaving you as you feel his hot, thick cum spill into you. He pants against your ear, muttering out a low curse when he feels your pussy clenching, trying to milk his cock dry. 

He can’t keep his hold on you for much longer, his strength weakened by the force of his orgasm. You stand on shaky legs when he sets you down, knees nearly buckling if not for Sylus’s arms wrapped around you. “Easy, baby, easy,” he whispers.

You can feel his cum leaking from you, dripping down your thighs. Sylus presses a kiss to your cheek, fixing himself up before he pulls your panties out of his pocket, crouching down. 

You run your fingers through his hair absentmindedly as he maneuvers your legs, putting one of your feet through the holes of your panties before the other, pulling them up so that they sit snug on your hips. He smooths his hands over your skirt, fixing up the rumpled clothing before fixing up your crooked sweater as well.

Sylus drives you home soon after, his body curling up around yours as you both settle into the warmth of your bed. You can almost hear his thoughts, his voice breaking through the comfort of silence.

“Didn’t know you were into that sort of thing,” he says, a smirk spreading across his face.

“Shut up,” you grouse.

“Don’t be so mean,” he coos, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip, “daddy will be sad.”

“Shut up, Sylus!” 

He laughs, his arm tightening around his waist as he brings you closer into the warmth of his chest. You can feel his hand rub against your back soothingly, his lips placing a kiss to your hair.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

“I love you too,” you whisper, face pressing into his chest.

- 

You’ve been getting strange stares ever since you arrived at work. Some people refuse to make eye contact with you, others flushing faintly when their eyes land on you.

Even Jeremiah won’t meet your eyes!

You manage to snag on to Tara’s arm, tugging her into the privacy of a corner in the office.

“Why is everyone looking at me?” you demand, staring into her eyes desperately.

“You- you don’t know?” she asks quietly, her gaze dipping down to your neck.

Brows furrowing, you shake your head. She pulls out a little compact mirror, handing it to you.

“Looks like you had quite the night,” she muses, her voice teasing.

A mortified expression settles on your face when you see that the concealer on your neck has been smudged away. There’s no question as to why people would be giving you strange looks. You look like you’ve been mauled, dark purple and red blotches spattered against the expanse of your neck.

You grit your teeth together, irritation pricking across your skin. No wonder Sylus had been fussing with you before you had gotten to work this morning. Your eye twitches when you remember the way he had played with your shirt, the way he had kissed you as he had rubbed his thumbs against your neck. You’d been naive enough to think that Sylus had been comforting you. 

A frustrated scream bubbles out of you.

“Asshole!”

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Hi! I love your blog so much. I'm literally obsessed! I've wanted sub aemond content for so long and your account is like an oasis in the desert.

I was thinking about aemond and how for so long he felt unwanted and unloved, like he didn't have a place among his family. Because of this I think he'd really like reader telling him "Your mine", even more so than being told "im yours". Not in a aggressive or possessive way (although I do think he'd like reader being protective of him) but in the sense that someone loves him so much that they would openly claim him as theirs. That they aren't ashamed of him or for others to know he's all theirs.

I also think it provides him some sense of security. Like he feels so safe knowing he belongs to you so he doesn't have to worry about anyone else.

Idk if this makes sense, hopefully it does😭I just can't stop thinking about this, I've had it on my mind for a while now.

Oh my god I love this!!! This is so perfect everything you wrote here is incredible.

There’s nothing explicit in my answer but it is very clearly sub!Aemond and has some suggestive tones so I’ll hide it under the cut just in case :))

So I think Aemond really struggles with the idea of being anyone’s first choice? He grew up as a second son, always teased and mocked and never taken seriously. He didn’t expect you to be any different.

The first thing you do that really shows Aemond how much you care for him is just how loyal you are? I’m thinking of a situation where you and your family are at the red keep to look for a husband for you, and obviously your family are trying their hardest to secure an betrothal from Aegon because he’s king.

But then Aemond catches your eye? You end up having a very simple conversations with him, and you know pretty much instantly that he’s the one you want. Aemond wants you too of course. He hasn’t felt this accepted in his life and he absolutely loves talking with you. You and him sit together at the far end of the table every dinner, taking amongst yourselves and Aemond doesn’t even acknowledge anyone else. He takes every scrap of your attention that he can, especially because he’s so certain that your parents are angling for Aegon and that once the betrothal is announced he won’t be able to spend time with you like this again.

You put a spanner in the works. After a few weeks at the red keep you tell your family in no uncertain terms that you want Aemond and Aemond only. Your family is hesitant, both because Aemond is the second son and because Aemond is known to be violent and cold.

But you insist.

When your parents go to Aemond to tell him that you have expressed your desire to marry him instead of Aegon, the poor lad just about feints. He says he would be honoured of course, and then the moment they leave he’s sprinting across the castle to your quarters.

You’re confused to see him knocking on your door. You know you shouldn’t open the door because people might see and rumours may start but you couldn’t care less. He is here, so you will let him in.

At first you actually think he looks upset? When you ask what’s going on he just softly asks, “Do you really want me? Did you mean it when you told your parents I was your first choice?”

You don’t even get to finish the word “yes” before he’s barrelling forwards and pulling you into a tight hug. He buries his head in your shoulder and clings to you. He’s so overwhelmed to hear that someone actually chooses him, never mind it being someone he already wishes he could marry.

You hug him back of course, and then when you try to pull away he just grips you tighter. It's like he's afraid if he lets go of you that you'll disappear. You end up having to just rub his back and whisper that you mean it, that you aren't going anywhere.

Aemond truly doesn’t even know what to do with himself when you tell him that you never even considered Aegon, from the moment you saw him no one else came close.

This is definitely where the possessiveness comes in, because there’d be a period between expressing this and actually having the betrothal ironed out and announced.

Until then, all the other male suiters try to get your attention and win your love and it drives Aemond absolutely insane. You actually have to watch him very closely or else he will lure a suitor into the gardens and kill them. He’s threatens to plenty of times.

A big part of this possessive comes from the fact that he honestly is just waiting for the other shoe to drop? He’s so certain that one day you'll wake up and realise what a terrible decision you've made and beg for the betrothal to be canceled.

So every time you talk to another man, he's so so convinced you'll prefer them and tell him that you don't want him anymore. Which is why he absolutely hates seeing you with other people because he thinks every time he's losing his chance.

And so every time you walk back to him and tell him that you can't wait for your parents to officially announce the betrothal he nearly starts crying. He's watching you choose him over and over again and he truly cannot believe it.

As much as he's very traditional and respectful, I think he kinda just falls apart when faced with the fact that you genuinely want him? He tell himself he'll do this the right way, the way that's expected of him but he can't control himself when he's faced with the reality that you actually genuinely want him.

I don't think you two would be able to wait until marriage for that exact reason. He cannot stand the thought of another even considering being with you and honestly he can't even sleep thinking about it.

He ends up knocking on your door most nights and spending hours with you. He can't get enough of you, and he especially can't get enough of hearing you say you love him and want him. How could he ever be expected to spend the night alone knowing that a few floors down there's a woman he absolutely adores who will open her door and let him cuddle her and hear about her day?

He cannot be expected to spend the nights alone and to watch you speak to others and to wait patiently until the betrothal is announced. He never expected to find someone who makes him feel loved and safe and now that he has found you he will never ever let you go.

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Don't look at me as I fumble some quick Rengoku fluff out of my pocket as I trip and fall. Listen, I've been a little sad lately (just a little, just a little) and Rengoku keeps me going. I also don't know if this has been done before or not but I'm still tossing it out here.

CW: Talks of disability, hard of hearing Rengoku. This is a sfw fic, savor it while you can. We're going right back to business after this.

It all came to a still - the hustle and bustle of the day, the work, the errands. The seemingly nonstop chaos always comes to a still at the end of the day as you lace your fingers in with his. The nightly ritual of just connecting was something that you both looked forward to, but as you lay here you couldn't help but feel this twinge that something was... off. Something was a little different this time around and it wasn't welcomed, sending ripples into the oasis that you had so desperately looked forward to.

Your cheeks rubbed against his chest as you looked up at him and noticed his gaze burning a hole into the ceiling, brows pinched together, deep in thought.

He was never really good at hiding his emotions.

"Kyojuro?"

"Hm?"

Blinking back into reality, he tilted his head intently towards you, locks of hair draping and bunching around his face. He tried to beam brightly at you like he normally does. But again, he was never really good at hiding his emotions. Your lips pursed, letting him know that you knew something was up.

He was caught. And he knew it.

"My apologies, I just..."

His fingers wove into yours tighter as they rested intertwined atop his stomach. You could hear the anxious thump of his heart as the fire in his eyes simmered to a calm ember and his muscles relaxed just slightly. Then those eyes wandered away, avoiding your concerned gaze as you could see the cogs in his head start to return back to his previous thoughts.

"Earlier... When we were making dinner, you said something to me... and I couldn't quite hear it," his voice was softer than normal as he recalled the event to you.

"Please don't mistake my concern, I'm not upset at you by any means, but..."

His lips pinched together for a moment as you could read the pain in his tone.

"It dawned on me," his voice started to waver a bit. "You already know that my sense of hearing is... not the greatest. I can hear you when you're close to me like this."

His hand brought yours up closer as his lips brushed against your knuckles. That worried look on his face grew stronger as if he was done fighting himself and had decided to sink into the abyss of his thoughts.

"I'm worried at the possibility that I may not be able to hear you at all one day."

You sank back down into his warm chest. It wasn't something that ever really crossed your mind before, but you could tell this thought wasn't something that just suddenly popped into his mind. It was something that was formed gradually over time from his insecurity.

"Not being able to hear your voice is... a devastating thought. The thought of my body eventually betraying me like that as I grow older is alarming."

You were at a loss for words for a moment; There was rarely a time that Kyojuro showed that anything was getting to him like this. He was usually able to power through his concerns, dismissing them as a waste of worries, but this one seemed to have festered for a while. That same fear he expressed was seeping into you as well. What if there was a day you knew that he couldn't hear you tell him how much he meant to you? How much you loved him?

Then it hit you.

"Kyojuro..."

His eyes came back to you like the rays of sunlight peaking through the storm. You untangled your fingers and lifted his hand close to you. The puzzled look he gave you as you pressed his fingers firmly against your vocal cords made you smile.

"You can feel this, right?"

His expression softened, a smile slowly tugging on the edges of his mouth as his fingers caressed your neck.

"Yes."

"You can feel this just as much as you can feel my love for you, and that's something that can't be taken away with time," when those words fell out of your mouth, you could see the realization hit him.

And there he was again, slowly coming back to his usual self as a chuckle bubbled out from his chest. There was a silent realization that he was rubbing off on you with his motivational speeches, but that couldn't possibly be a bad thing.

"That's very true," he smiled so brightly, the dewy wetness of his narrowed eyes sparkling. "I don't know what the future may hold, but at least I know that... and I can keep that close to me in my heart forever."

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Could you please write a fic where the girl was best friends with the Gallaghers when she was younger but then moved away and ended up becoming friends with Damon. Fast forward to the award show where she’s Damon plus one and ultimately runs into the Gallagher again, where they’re all over her/happy to see her again/don’t want to leave her alone. But Damon really confused bc she’s never mentioned that she knew them and they’re all jealous over her. It could be a x reader for anybody but maybe have her end up with one of the brothers? Thank you!! Also sorry it’s a long request

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Liam Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: In which, they find back to each other and finally confess.

Warnings: fluff, angst, jealousy, harsh language

Wordcount: 1.8k

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Slouching on the couch of one of her best friends, Y/n stares at the telly and the faces on them. Two people she used to know like the back of her hand, until she didn’t anymore.

Moving away from your home town was one of the worst scenarios for a teenager like her. She’d always been bad at making friends or becoming comfortable enough around other people to truly show them who she was, not just the pretty girl with not much to say.

When Damon met her the first time, backstage at one of their earlier gigs, he couldn’t believe the two different people he met that night. First he caught her eye from across the room, a shy smile playing on her lips as she crossed his gaze, before looking away rather quickly again. Then, after a few sentences spoken and hours passed, they stumbled out the bar together, his arm thrown over her shoulder as she tried guiding him home safely. They shared a kiss when stumbling into his apartment, though ultimately decided that they would never be more than friends.

He was still on her mind.

She never actively thought about him, except when he was on TV. It was more like an always lingering memory of their time that she couldn’t let go of even if she tried. He wouldn’t let her live in peace even after she left them.

“What ya staring at?” Damon asked, walking into the living room and flopping on the couch next to her. “Ya fancy one of those bellends?”

“Don’t go mental now,” she laughed, seeing his scrunched up face as Oasis performed their new song on Top Of The Pops.

It was good, she had to admit, Noel had always been a great writer. Though it wouldn’t be the same without him. Liam made it all seem so effortlessly. He made it look so cool. Even when it was playback and not live, she’d heard them perform live more than enough times to be a fair judge.

Sneaking away from Damon’s side at festivals or watching a show with them late at night while she tried not to wake one of the boys, she never forgot to keep her promise she made when she left.

‘I promise that I will watch everything you do, I’ll follow you still, Liam. Don’t worry about me forgetting you, I couldn’t.’

“What I wanted to ask,” Damon started talking away, tearing part of her attention from the screen, but not all. “There’s this award show coming up, nothing worth mentioning. Wanna come with me?”

“Me?” she asked, now fully turning towards the boy. “Why would you want me to accompany you to such thing?”

He shrugged, but she knew that he had an answer already ready for every single one of her question.

“All those other people there are boring. You’re the only fun one.” Pulling his puppy eyes and pouting his lips, she looked at him bored for a moment before ultimately giving in.

“Fine,” she agrees, making him gleam in joy. “But.” Holding her finger up at him. “If anyone starts some stupid dating rumour again, I’m never going anywhere with you again.”

Walking into the big venue, she spotted the pair she tried her hardest to avoid that night, almost immediately. Sitting at a table near their own, chattering and laughing and drinking. Shaking hands occasionally.

Through out the first half of the show, Y/n couldn’t keep her eyes away from him. From her seat, she had the best view on his profile. she could see his jaw tighten whenever someone won he didn’t want to win, or how the grip on his beer would loosen whenever someone won he wanted to, a small smile forming on his face whenever that happened. One forming on her own almost identically.

Liam could feel a pair of eyes burning in the back of his head, occasionally turning around to try and catch his predator. All he found though, was Damon Albarn staring at him with confused eyes.

He’d noticed his friend’s gaze far away from where it should be, somewhere in the crowd of people, focused on one in particular. Catching Liam Gallagher’s gaze, he was taken back to the night he asked her to accompany him. Being aware of the crush she formed on ‘the enemy’ he couldn’t help but not not take her.

The moment the first half was over and a break was called through the speakers installed in the walls, Damon excused himself, walking out and to the bar. Getting them a new drink, that they ‘couldn’t survive this without’. Laughing at his wording, Y/n let him walk away. Looking around the room, her eyes were drawn to his seat again.

Liam was watching Damon walk away, his gaze now finally free to see the man’s guest. Looking at the table, his eyes widen in shock. Hitting Noel’s arm repeatedly, he couldn’t keep his focus from lingering. His eyes still focused on her, though his mind was far away. It was back in Manchester, back with her. The two bodies of theirs laying close together as The Stone Roses played in the background of their silence.

‘I don’t want you to go.’ He would’ve never admitted back then what he knew already for years.

His heart skipped a beat when their eyes locked, their souls intertwining again after years left torn apart. Healing as he held her face in his mind.

“What?” Noel snapped annoyed. Turning to his little brother sharply and pushing his hand away from his arm.

Liam didn’t answer, only pointing in her direction. Noel’s eyes widen in shock now too.

“What ya doing here, love?” A voice boomed behind her, the familiarity of it seeping through her spine, making her sit up straighter.

“Liam,” she breathed out before turning towards him. The room watching the two of them. “Hey.”

Pulling her into a hug, he inhaled the scent on her hair and neck. It was richer now, but still the same summery feeling he only smelt around her. Noel came after, not leaving her a lot of space to breath.

“Hey, kid,” he greeted her, smiling brightly.

“Can’t believe you’ve stolen my date now, Gallagher.” Damon came walking back, two drinks in his hands.

Putting them down a smirk appeared on his face, making Liam’s blood boil up in anger. His fist clenching at the thought of them being here together. She had to know about the war they partaking in, why was she on his side now?

Y/n could sense the tension, as could Noel, who quickly led Liam away from the scene, saying they should go back before it gets to late and the lights would dim. Sitting down, they both still held their gaze, urging he other to look away first, but neither would dare to.

The lights dimmed again, though one brighter one appeared on the other side of the room. Liam walked out through one of the back doors. Noel sat with his head in his hands at their table, praying he hadn’t had to explain what just happened between them.

Looking at Damon, he told her to go after him. Silently creeping through the dark, she hoped for no cameras to catch her body escaping. Walking out into the lights and fresh air, she could breath for the first time in an hour. Outside the building, Liam was perched up against a wall with a cigarette hanging from his lips. Standing next to him, her arms crossed over her chest, they kept in silence. The only sound being the shuffling of Liam’s body as he took his jacket from his body and wrapped it around hers, without acknowledging her presence more than that.

“Saw you two on a front page a few weeks back, never thought I’d see you again. Even less with someone like him,” he broke the silence after a couple of minutes passing.

“Damon can be pretty nice if you get to know him better. He’s just cold at first, not like you’re any different,” she defended her friend, making him roll his eyes.

“How would you know? We couldn’t even talk when we met.”

“It took me four months to get you to even look at me. You were just always ignoring me.” They both laughed at the memories ans endless stories their mothers used to share about the two of them.

“Wasn’t even doing it on purpose, love.” Raising her eyebrows at him, he reconsidered. “You were just too pretty to look at,” he tried once more. Tilting her head, the smirk on his face disappeared. “In my defence, you were pretty violent in your attempts to get my attention. Seemed pretty desperate too.”

Gaping at him with her mouth wide open, she slapped in his arm, making him wince a little in fake hurt. “I wasn’t desperate. Though you seemed kinda intimidated once I could talk earlier than you, big mouth. Seemed to be a sign of God, that you would only talk bullshit anyway, so he threatened giving you a vocabulary.”

“Would it still be bullshit if I said, that seeing you together made me jealous?”

The words hung in the air between them, the confession lingering a little longer on both their racing hearts.

“Yes,” she answered, making his face drop. He was so sure that there was more to them than friendship, now it seemed that he even destroyed that. “Utter bullshit,” she continued talking. Continued stabbing a sword into his already breaking heart. “Because there was never a reason for you to be jealous.”

Crushing the cigarette beneath his shoes, he was ready to hear the last words he expected her to mutter to him. Letting him suffer in silence out of embarrassment and shame instead of screaming it at him with laughter. ‘We were always just friends, why would you be jealous? You’re still my best friend.’

“Liam,” she whispered, seeing the distant look in his eyes. “Can you please look at me?”

Snapping his eyes up to her, they looked almost angry with something. The soft blue now a storming sea.

“What?” He spat at her.

“I’ve always loved you, I just wanted you to know that.”

It couldn’t be true, could it? Laughing it off quietly, he nodded his head in mockery. “Yeah, sure. A great friend I am.”

“Not just in a friendly way.”

His heart stopped in his chest at her words, sinking down his chest and into his stomach, making him feel sick. The weight of it pulling him down, his shoulders falling into his body.

“What?” he quietly asked, not believing her words. It was all in his imagination, right?

Sacking her body, she couldn’t believe him. Typical Liam, she though. Smiling at him sweetly, her eyes sparkling under the street lights before pulling him in by his collar and connecting their lips. They had kissed before, but this was different. This one was real. His hands on her waist gripping tight to make her stay so close to him forever. He wouldn’t ever let go of her again.

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Chapter 7: Are We Old Friends Or Old Enemies?

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: When the reader left Payback 40 years ago after a falling out with her childhood best friend she never looked back, but when two men show up to her apartment and start asking her questions about the past, the reader begins to think those things can’t stay hidden and starts to question what’s real and what’s fantasy.  This is a re-telling of The Boys Season 3, where the reader is a supe who's known Soldier Boy since 1927. The chapters will fluctuate between past and present. This is chapter seven of my "You Call It Madness But I Call It Love" series. (I'm so bad at summaries please forgive me!)

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: I'm going to rate this 18+ just to be sure. References to Past Sex, Sexual Innuendo, Cursing, Blood, Guts, Graphic Death, (spoilers?), Soldier Boy might be, is, really, absolutely, a little OOC.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. Reader is described as "curvy" occasionally. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal Monologue is in first person and is in italics

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Present Day

Your motorcycle crunches loudly against the black gravel driveway outside of Crimson Countess' trailer. It looks worse than you imagined, shoved behind Vought-land, and sprouting out of the ground like a fungus. Not an unusual thought given it's ogre-like inhabitant.

You weren't looking forward to seeing her after all these years, because you knew it wasn't going to end well. Deep down you hoped that she had let go of everything that happened in the past, like you had tried, well, until Butcher and Hughie showed up at your apartment. Then again, you're not sure that you've really let go of everything that happened. Sometimes it felt like you just shoved all your feelings into the deepest darkest part of your brain where they’d been festering for the past forty years.

And ever since Butcher and Hughie showed up, those feelings had been clawing their way out like a banished Titan climbing out of Tartarus.

You think again about driving away. If you saw her, there wouldn't be any going back. You couldn't go in there pretending to be your daughter, you had to be you. Which meant the possibility of losing the life you'd constructed in the aftermath that followed your long superhero career.

Was it worth it? Was Ben worth it?

You sigh considering that thought. After the fight it was difficult to answer that question. If the answer was no, you might as well just leave. But the answer was yes. You hated that after everything that happened between Ben and you, the answer was yes.

And that meant you needed to know the truth, needed to see it in her eyes. Which also meant there was only one choice.

You look around the clearing where the trailer sits. It’s in a circle of trees that filter the setting sunlight through their lofty branches, making patterns on the gravel where weeds and patches of grass break through every few feet like an oasis in a desert. Further down the road to the right you see a collection of empty circus carts that rust onto yellowed grass, rising from the earth to tangle in the wooden wheels of the carts.

At least the trees are pretty. You think to yourself trying to focus on the positive. They were, after all, one of your favorite things to paint.

You consider your apartment downtown, the open floor plan and large windows, very different from how she chose to live her life. Your eyes trace the mobile home thinking back about the fungus analogy.

The trailer was covered with peeling white paint stained black and yellow in some areas where sticky mold had begun to fester against the structure. The rickety porch was rotted, so much so that when you walked across it, it creaked loudly beneath your feet and you stepped around several foot-sized holes, where others had fallen through.

She definitely didn't budget her money well. I wonder how much money she got when she was a hero? I know that my salary wasn't amazing. Ben definitely did better than me because of his films.

Then again, you were living off money from your father, and your grandfather's investments in real estate, not to mention your artwork was selling better than it ever had.

Your knock against the flimsy front door of the mobile home, not using your supe strength, but the entire house still shakes.

Probably wouldn't withstand a thunderstorm. Hopefully she's invested in an umbrella.

No one answers and for a moment you hope that she's not here or she's dead, but just like always you’re disappointed.

"Who the fuck is it?" You hear Countess' familiar voice shout from inside.

A swarm of memories flock across your mind at her voice, but you push them aside.

"Your best friend in the whole world." You respond, before you can stop yourself. Sarcasm was an easy fallback. If your mother was here she'd say that it wasn't ladylike.

Really just disappointing her in every century. The thought makes you happy.

"What?" Countess rips open the door so savagely that you wonder how the door didn't come off in her hand. You watch her eyes widen and her face pale as her gaze lands on you.

Well, that's certainly not a normal reaction to seeing me.

"Y/n?" You hear her heartbeat spike in her chest. "You're-" She sputters to look for the right word.

"Alive? Yes." You smile at her. "Well, aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Um-"

A flash of the last time you saw her comes roaring back. The smug look on her face when you caught her and Ben together, the way her face was flushed bright red, sweat dotting her hairline while he- You clear your throat to stop the memory.

You push past her into the small residence, not waiting for her to invite you, and your nose wrinkles as the smell of sweat and her rancid perfume invade your nostrils. It was barely two rooms, the small kitchen/living room was separated from the bedroom with a red beaded curtain that doesn't hide the unmade bed and clothes covered floor.

This was unusual given the fact that she was wearing her supe suit, complete with cape and mask. It was a little tighter in some places than you remember, her reddish hair reeked of cheap dye, her perfume like a cloud of sulfuric acid, and her pointed, cruel face was more wrinkled that the last time you saw her.

"I'd like to say that this is cute," You turn to look back at her from the small kitchen/living room, that was covered in dirty plates and take-out boxes. "But it's kind of a shit hole, isn't it?"

That was fast. So much for trying to be civil. Too much history I guess.

"What are you doing here?" She keeps her voice calm, but the tempo of her heart suggests otherwise.

Your eyes trace the lines of her face, the wrinkles, the subtle graying of her hair that the dye couldn't cover. "Just thought I'd check in. See how things are going. You definitely didn't age well."

"What the fuck do you want?" She snarls this time.

You can't help but smile at her. Something about this whole situation was utterly ridiculous to you.

She said Ben died. Why am I even here? What did she have to gain from his death? The thought swishes around in your brain. But then why was she afraid when she saw me? You think about all the times you spent watching her manipulate the others on Payback and all the other times you were around her, she never showed fear. Why now?

"I'm here because somebody showed up the other day asking me about Ben." You shrug, running one of your hands against the dirty kitchen countertop examining the tip of your finger as if looking for dust. "And it's funny, because as they were asking me questions I realized that you and I never talked about what happened that day. I mean I heard what you said through Stan and Legend, but I never heard it from you. Thought it was time we had a little heart to heart."

Her pulse spikes again, but she covers it with a smirk. "You want to talk about Ben?" Her voice drips with false sweetness. "Well I'll say this, he was a good fuck. But I'm sure you knew that."

Your entire body goes rigid, remembering the night that you found them together, the night after you finally told him you loved him and he pushed you away.

"I mean, after all, he popped your cherry didn't he? Made you a woman." Countess' smirk turns into a rueful smile. "You definitely waited long enough. Ben told me how long you’d been friends. He told me the sex was so boring, that you were so inexperienced, that he wanted a real woman who could actually please him. A woman who wasn’t quite so-." She sniffs, tapping a bright red fingernail against her hip. “Big.”

Her words are like a slap in the face and you feel the cold disapproval of your mother for the first time in eighty years. The anger that surges up underneath your skin flares hot against your cheeks.

Ben wouldn't have said that about me. He- he knew how special that was for me. He said that he wanted it to be special for me.

You remember how happy he looked when you woke up in his arms the next day, before you said the three little words that you couldn't hold in anymore, the ones that you had wanted to say to him since you were eight.

"Poor little y/n. You worshiped the ground he walked on for so long  and finally he decided to pity fuck you. It’s so sad. You wasted your life pining for someone who will never love you. And you thought you could just come here and intimidate me? You’re still the same little girl who begged Ben to fuck yo-"

Her body flies forward telekinetically into your outstretched hand, that clamps down around her throat.

"But I do intimidate you." Your eyes shift to purple with your display of power. "Your heart rate hasn't dropped below 120 since I got here. So obviously there's a reason why you're afraid of me." She gasps against your hand, but you don't let go. "Tell me what happened that day." Your voice has slipped into a monotone, tinged with rage. “And I promise that I’ll let you live. In what condition, well, that's up to you.”

"I don't have to tell you anything!" She spits, pushing her hands together and sending you flying backward as the ball of fire hits you just under the right side of your rib cage.

There's a high pitched popping sound, an immeasurable amount of pain, and everything goes black.

It wasn't the first time you'd died. You'd heard of other supes being able to come back from the dead, and of course the others like Ben and Homelander who were almost invulnerable to injury, but your gift was different. Yes you had enhanced senses, speed, and strength, which were the original powers that were displayed after you received the injection of Compound V, but there was more to it than that.

It took you the first two deaths to figure it out, and you could remember both clearly.

The first was a few weeks after you took Compound V, when you and Ben were on his tour overseas promoting the might of the United States. It was supposed to be safe. The shot fired from the crowd was meant for Ben, but you pushed him out of the way. It was before you figured out he was bulletproof. Your gut reaction was to protect him as it always was. He ripped the guy in half for what he did and turned back to you. You remembered how he looked, remembered the fear in his eyes he never allowed to break through the façade he wore as Soldier Boy as he held you across his lap, holding a hand against the wound where blood poured freely from your chest. You remembered gazing up at him for what you thought was the last time and then the darkness that followed, welcoming you like an old friend.

And then thirteen seconds later you woke up, gasping for air, the bullet wound healed leaving only a circular scar behind. You didn’t understand at first, it wasn't until you died the second time that you realized how powerful you could be. The second time was Ben's fault, a scorned lover, a telekinetic, with a bone to pick with him. When you got in her way she'd snapped your neck with her powers. But this time when you woke, it was different, you felt different. You could feel her powers stirring beneath your skin, and it wasn't until you flicked her away from Ben that you understood. When you died a normal way you came back after 13 seconds, but when a supe killed you, you came back in 13 seconds with their powers.

You didn’t know why 13 seconds. In fact it was Ben that told you it was exactly 13 seconds, why he knew that you didn't know. It seemed that for everyone else 13 was an unlucky number, but for you it was the difference between life and death, literally. You also didn’t understand why you kept the powers. Sometimes you wondered if when you were killed by a supe your body analyzed how you died, understood it, and then you came back with that forbidden knowledge like you’d just eaten the fruit off the wrong tree. 

Ben was the only one who knew and when anyone asked, you attributed your sudden ability to move things with your mind as something you never used in public. Having that much power scared you. You weren't sure what people or Vought would do if they found out, so you kept it to yourself and so did Ben. Honestly, sometimes you think the reason why he kept it to himself was because he didn’t want anyone to be more powerful than him, but you didn’t care about the abilities. You didn’t think you were a god despite Vought’s constant worship and praise. If anything, you felt closer to hell and in a binding contract with the devil.

Exactly thirteen seconds later, you sit up from the floor completely healed while Countess stands there over you, a horrified look on her face. She'd never seen you die before.

"Did you just try to kill me Countess?" You ask.

She puts her hands together to shoot another fireball, but you make a motion with your hand to that flicks her away. Her body soars backward illuminated in the purple glow that manifests with your telekinesis, into the small hallway that leads to the bathroom on the other side of the mobile home.

"You know," You stand from the ground looking down at your melted motorcycle jacket. "This was my favorite jacket. Had it from the 80's it was vintage. Damn.”

“How-“ She groans stumbling to her feet and leaning on the wall for support.

“We all have our secrets don’t we? And I'd love to hear yours."

Her eyes flash to where the front door is, but you beat her to it, yanking her back towards you by the arm, crushing her right wrist in your hand. Her scream of pain quenches the anger fueling in your chest from the words she snarled at you earlier.

"You're pretty worthless, even with your powers." You sigh. “I was hoping for more of a challenge.”

She cradles her broken wrist to her chest, backing away from you. Fear flashes in her eyes when she realizes that she's made a mistake, but instead of it making you feel powerful, it makes you pause.

Being a hero was difficult. You watched how so many others abused their powers over the years, feigning to be pure and heroic but really succumbing to dark urges when no one was looking. It was also why you hated Herogasm.

You hated it because you knew what happened to the normal people, the ones that thought they would be safe with the heroes they admired so much. You'd watched Ben lose control more than once, knew stories of innocent people that were hurt, not that Countess was innocent. But you never liked to hurt people with your powers. Standing here in this trailer made you guilty and watching her cower away from you made you guilty despite your shared history and her harsh words.

"So I'm just going to ask one more time, what happened to Ben?" You force your voice into a snarl, shaking off the guilt.

Because it was necessary. It wasn't just about you settling something from years ago, it was about Ben.

She deserves this, she isn't a good person.

"Go to hell." She spits at you.

You grab her by the front of her red suit and throw her away into the small kitchen. Countess' body crashes into the lopsided brown cabinets with a solid thwacking sound smashing through the flimsy structures. Blood drips down the side of her face from where she hit the cabinet corner, blending into her reddish hair. She rises from the ground with an angry snarl, clutching a dirty knife in her hand.

"I don't want to get tetanus from that. I can't remember when my last shot was-" You begin to say with a sigh.

She swipes the air in a vicious arc, but you grab her by the wrist, dodging the knife. "You never learn do you?"

The wrist twists to the side in your hand with a loud snapping sound followed by Countess' scream that reverberates in your skull as you break her other arm. "Pretty soon you're gonna be out of limbs, so I'd start talking."

Countess drops to her knees as the pain begins to seep into her body. "Fine. I'll tell you-"

"Then do it."

"He's not dead."

As the world stops spinning a high pitched ringing in your ears takes over, filling the monotonous drone of seconds ticking past. The past forty years no longer matter, the next hundred wouldn’t either, because Ben wasn't dead. As much as you hated him, the thought chilled you to your core, because then where the hell was he?

"Or at least he wasn't when they took him." She mutters, holding her arms to her chest.

"What did you do?" Your voice comes out in a whisper because you can hardly speak let alone comprehend what she's saying. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" You scream, grabbing her by the front of her suit.

"They wanted him." She spits.

"Who did?"

"The Russians. They wanted him and they took him!"

"You sold him out to the Russians?" You roar, hauling her up into the air so close you can smell what she ate for lunch. "Why? Did they pay you?"

"No. We all hated him!" She snarls. "But you were always around." Her mouth twitches into a painful smile. "It was so easy to get him to fuck me. I knew it would drive you away, you'd wanted him for so long and he didn't give a damn about you. And then you weren't there to protect him!" She laughs through the pain that builds in her chest.

I was right. She fucked him to make me angry, to get me to turn my back on him. I wasn't there to help him and they sold him out the first chance they got.

"He always wanted me more than you, knew that I could satisfy him better than you ever could. You really thought that he could love you? Ben doesn’t love anyone!” Her eyes glint with malice. “And you’re still the same pathetic little girl who begged Ben for his co-“

Her head tears from her shoulders in you hands cutting off her next words, the explosion of blood from her carotid artery spraying your face, and soaking into your ruined clothes. The ringing is back, filling the void of silence in the air that followed the tearing of bone and sinew.

You stand there for a minute holding it, not quite comprehending what you've just done. You hadn't lost control in a long time, not since you had the fight with Ben about Countess, or when you threw your sofa through one of the walls in your apartment and then broke every piece of glass, windows included, and had to move when you found out he was dead.

Or not dead. The thought chills you. Payback handed him over to the Russians, where he's been for the past 40 years? Why? Just because he was irrational, angry, and a dick? There's got to be more to it than that. Stan would have never allowed that. Soldier Boy was his golden boy, his meal ticket-

You think about the last forty years of hating Ben, cursing him, trying to forget him, wishing that you'd never loved him. The night you fought washes over you, bringing the anger, frustration, and heartbreak roaring back. The head in your hands smashes into mush as the memories barrage your mind, surging over the dam you built to keep them away.

You and Ben had always watched each other's backs. It was the promise you made to each other before all of this started, on the night he asked you to come with him and leave everything you knew behind. You knew him better than anyone else.

And yes maybe he fucked me once and I told him I loved him and he immediately went out and fucked Countess-

Your heart cracks in your chest with the thought, the heartbreak coming back in a wave of sadness that makes you shudder.

But you couldn't leave him, because you knew he would have never left you. Ben may have said that he didn't care about you, but you knew in your gut that Ben would have torn anyone apart who hurt you. He's always protected you. Even before you became supes together.

You stare back down at the mush coating your hands and the front of your clothes.

Why the fuck is everything so complicated?

When you get back to your apartment you're covered in a thin layer of soot, from blowing up the trailer, and a layer of blood and brain matter from removing and crushing her head. You hoped that by blowing up her home and burning her body with your newfound abilities that it would be enough to cover your tracks, but you were uneasy. The buzz of killing her and the shock of her revelation had worn off, but was now replaced with a numbness when you think about what could have happened to Ben, what could still be happening to him.

The shower does little to ease your mind and sleep evades you, despite the exhaustion that pulls at your limbs for using your powers. Dying usually meant that you needed to replenish that energy, but you couldn't muster the enthusiasm to do that. You just felt listless. The last forty years felt like a lie, felt like a waste, because as you’d been living your life Ben had been trapped in Russia.

So you open your laptop on the counter, wet hair soaking through your sleepshirt, and begin to research flights to Russia leaving within the next few days.

I have no idea where I'm going. I go to Russia and then what? Where in Russia? The Kremlin? Yeah let me just waltz right up to that.

You lean forward with your head in your hands thinking about Butcher. He came here because he wanted to know more about Ben. Maybe he knew where he was. He was the one who mentioned Russia.

You pull the card he left behind on your counter towards you, rubbing your thumb over the number. Legend said he kills supes. So is that what he wanted? To find Ben and kill him? The thought makes a chill travel down your spine, immediately followed by the primal urge to protect Ben. But what had Ben ever done to him?

You look at the number again.

If I call him, he's going to know that I was lying. Not that I'm scared of him.

You finally pick up your phone and dial the number, but it goes to voicemail.

"Hey this is Y/f/n Y/l/n. I just remembered a few things about Soldier Boy and thought you'd like to discuss them. Just give me a call-back whenever you get this."

You hang up the phone and sit there for a minute, eyeing the coffee that sits untouched next to your open laptop.

I killed someone today. The thought should be chilling, but you feel no remorse, no guilt.

Is that because I think she deserved it?

Your mind goes back to what she said about Ben sleeping with you, what he told her about you. The urge to cry rises in your chest with the memory of her words.

You remembered that night. You had been so excited. Ben had taken you out to dinner for your birthday, despite your insistence that you'd celebrated enough of those. The restaurant was quiet, secluded, different than the flashy world the both of you were living in.  It had reminded you of before you took the Compound V, when you were still normal. The food was good, there was flirting and hand holding at dinner, and finally a slow dance when he kissed you for the first time.

And when he took you back to your apartment and to bed, it didn’t seem like a quick fuck, it didn't feel like cheap sex. The way he took care of you, held your hand, said your name, looked at you, held you close to him after, and the soft smile on his face that he had only when it was the two of you- it felt special. He made it special for you because he knew how important it was for you.

Tears slip down your cheeks. It would have been one of your favorite memories if you didn't know what followed, what was going to happen the next morning or in the next 24 hours. 

"Guess it was just a lie." You mutter to yourself, wiping the back of your hand across your eyes.

The next morning when you woke up in his arms you couldn't help but tell him that you loved him, whisper it to him, more happy than you'd ever been curled against his chest. You remembered the way he looked at you, like you were crazy and then he left for his movie premiere even though we were supposed to go together muttering flimsy excuses as to why he had to leave. And finally the image of him and Countess in the bathroom crashes over you, sending shards of glass back into your heart.

You thought that by now you'd picked them all out.

More tears drip down your cheeks, as your thoughts drift back to Ben and the years that followed that night. You sigh considering what to do.

I wish I could just forget, wish that I could leave him, but I can't.

But that didn’t mean you had to forgive him.

After a night of no sleep, you stand poised over the wooden chest in the back of your closet. Packing for the flight that left in two days was turning into a bigger task than you'd thought.

Your current wardrobe wasn't suited for storm the capital city of Russia and kill everything in your path to find Ben, it was more suited for late night painting and art shows. The amount of paint stained overalls, oversized band t-shirts, sweatpants, and dresses in your closet was astounding and none of which screamed "fear me." You would definitely need to go to the mall to find more things that you could move in, if need be, and find things that hid your identity. All it took was one photo or video linked online and everyone would know that you weren’t dead.

You knew that no one would be willing to talk to you, give up the information willingly, not to mention if you really had to break into the Kremlin it was not going to be a walk in the park.

It wasn't that you were out of shape. You still trained during the week, took self-defense classes, and worked out to prevent yourself from going soft, but fighting Countess was the first time in forty years that you had faced another supe and you weren’t up to speed on the supes that the Russian government employed.

You also didn't like the idea that you were going in blind. There could be any number of men there, any kind of supes, and anything waiting for you.

But the truth was, deep down you didn't care. What the rest of Payback did had ignited something deep inside you. You knew that people were going to die if they stood in front of you, but the urge to protect Ben rose above all else. Because you still loved him, despite everything he said, despite everything he did, he was still Ben after all this time and you couldn't let him go that easily. 

You hold up your supe suit in front of you. It was made specifically for you, designed of a breathable material that made movement easy, not to mention the hood and mask did a wonderful job of concealing who you were.

I really don't want to wear this again. You think to yourself, eyeing the smooth material. It wasn't that you hated your suit, it was what it represented. If you wore that again, you'd be Indigo and you'd spent the past forty years trying to put as much distance between you and your superhero career as possible. You would be recognized instantly.

Could I even squeeze into this thing again?

You look at yourself in the floor length mirror on the opposite side of your walk in closet. You looked the same as you always had. Countess’ jeer about you being big makes you flinch again, bringing another cloud of insecurity over your mind.

Maybe that’s why he never slept with me before that night. Maybe that’s why he ran to Countess.

The thought is immediately followed by the image of Missy Callahan at your 16th birthday and how Ben clung to her. Then followed by your mother’s constant attempts to hide your figure. And finally, followed by all the other women you had ever seen Ben with. None of the others had looked like you. You shake off the urge to cry and look back at the suit.

Maybe I can paint over the purple, make it only black? Would that really change it that much?

Suddenly your phone rings, shattering the still silence in your apartment. For a second you hope that it's Butcher returning your call, but when you lift the phone to your ear you realize that it's something much worse.

"Hello?"

"I need you." The familiar voice says.

Shit.

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Oasis | S.Coups [NSFW]

Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups - Seventeen)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.6k

Pairing: S.Coups x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Hookup/One-Night-Stand/Strangers to Fucking

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Violence (mentions of weapons, but nothing else), Pet Names (Doll, Sweetheart, Princess, Pumpkin, etc.), Daddy Kink (as required by law), Swearing, Kissing, Thigh-Riding, Cockwarming, Couch Sex, Slight Breathplay, Soft Dom! S.Coups, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom!), He's got some ~fancy~ tattoos ;)

Author's Note: Okay this one was…normally I can stay calm writing, but not for a Scoops. He's just so fucking hot…

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The only problem with being in a small village in the middle of the desert is there are very few places to hide. As you run, you turn a corner around a sandstone building into an alleyway. Luckily, there’s a pile of crates with a small enough hole for you to hide. Crawling into the space, you try to stay as quiet as possible while also catching your breath. You’re worried your panting will be too loud. You clutch your bag close to you, not wanting to lose the contents again. Having found what seems to be an extremely valuable artifact, you have tried desperately to get it back after it had been stolen. You had reported the chunk of crystal to the Assembly, and they said it’s possibly valuable enough to bring to headquarters. But, while you were camping out, about a third of the way through a four-day journey, your camp was ransacked, and your crystal stolen. You followed the thieves that turned out to essentially be a gang, and you took it back. They had found you though and have been chasing you for a good hour. They obviously understand the crystal's value if they’re pursuing you so intently. Peeking around the crates, you see a few of the goons run down the street past the alley, but you aren’t brave enough to get away yet.

"Fuck!" You shriek, a hand grabs your braid at the base, hauling you out of your hiding hole. Your hands grapple at his, trying to get him to let you go, legs scrambling on the ground.

"You stupid bitch-" He grumbles, yanking your hair harder till you fall back against his legs.

"Where's the rock?" He snaps and you just glare up at him, not wanting him to realize if you were to look at your bag. You grunt at the tug on your hair, but immediately stop wiggling when you feel something metal press against your neck.

"If I get this back from you, the boss might just promote me-"

"Kind of hard to get a promotion with an extra hole in your head." A new voice speaks, and you can feel the gangster freeze behind you, the knife pressed to your neck retreating slightly. You assume this new man has pressed his own weapon, a blaster most likely, against the guy's head.

"Drop the knife." This new man's voice is steady, strong, and you feel safe already. You hear the blade clatter on the ground, and the hold on your braid releases, so you scramble away from the gangster. Instead of going forward, you basically crawl around and behind the aggressor, and stop once you’re safely behind your rescuer. Just from behind, you can tell he’s strong, his bare arms show his biceps are nearly as big as your thigh, maybe bigger. Smooth geometric tattoos paint his arms, looking similar to a circuit board. His hair is bright red, slicked back just enough to keep the longer strands out of his face, the ends resting just above his shoulders. He has a belt strapped around his torso over his vest, various things attached to it along with several ammo cartridges. Another strap around one of his thick thighs has the holster for his blaster and his pants are tucked into a pair of knee-high combat boots.

"Now screw off before you can't." The man pulls his blaster away, but literally kicks the guy's ass, sending him onto his face a few feet forward. The gangster scrambles to his feet and flees. Once he’s gone, the man before you turns around finally, and your breath leaves you right after you had caught it back. He’s fucking gorgeous. You wonder if the slit in his eyebrow is from a scar, or just for looks, it’s hard to tell in the dark light.

"Are you okay, doll?" He kneels in front of you, even like that you feel tiny…Tinier than usual. You wonder if he can see your reddened face in the low light.

"Y-yes." You nod, letting him wrap his hands around your arms to help you stand up. Your own hands go to his biceps, trying hard not to squeeze to test the muscle there, and your shaking legs finally get you up. You wish he didn’t have the leather gloves on so you could feel more of his bare skin on yours. After you’re both up, the top of your head only reaches his chin, and he smells good-

"Why were they after you?" he asks, and you have to step back to look at him even with your head tipped up.

"Uh…" You aren’t sure if he’s trustworthy, even if he saved you. Maybe he just wants the crystal for himself…

"It's okay, doll. I'm a Ranger." He pulls the chain around his neck up and out of his shirt, an upside-down triangle-like designed pendant on the end. You recognize it, and the title, so you relax. They’re basically freelance, vigilante, bounty-hunter guys. They help people in need and take out or get criminals without having to worry about legal red tape. It’s an elite group, and their identities are not widely known. Sighing in relief at the news, you open your satchel and pull the crystal out. It isn’t refined and it’s pretty heavy. You hand the rock to him, and he looks it over, holding it easily with one hand while he holsters his blaster. The thin but tight black shirt he has on under his utility vest struggles over his chest as he does so, when he speaks you finally bring your attention away.

"This is a diamond, doll." He smiles and your jaw drops. No wonder it’s so valuable. That makes sense why the Assembly Headquarters wants it, they have the largest bank on the planet.

"Seriously?"

"Yep." He once again holds the gem in one hand, pulling a device out of a pocket of his utility belt. The Ranger clicks the end against the gem and looks at the panel on the side as the device beeped.

"About 13 hundred carats." He smirks, arching one of his thick eyebrows.

"Where'd you find this?"

"I'm a Scavenger, so I look for scrap and crashed ships or satellites. This was in some wreckage out near Dekkos." you tell him, a bit surprised he hands the gem back to you.

"Are you bringing it to the capital?"

"Yes."

"You’ll probably have more of those gangsters plus anyone else who finds out after you, why don't I escort you?"

"You’d do that?"

"Of course, doll. I'm Seungcheol, but my team calls me S.Coups."

"S.Coups?" you question, and he chuckles, a bit embarrassed.

"Uh, the S is for Seungcheol, and then coups like coup-d'état."

"You overthrow someone?"

"Well, kind of. Our first mission was to get a corrupt mayor out of power, so…" He smiles, somehow his extremely handsome face looks cute.

"Are you sure you don't mind escorting me?"

"I told you," he leans forward so he’s more eye level, "of course I don't mind."

"Can I calls you Cheol?" you ask him, his name is kind of long and you aren’t sure about his nick name…

"Of course, doll. What do I call you?" You tell him your name in response and when he says it with a smile, your ovaries explode.

"I know it’s late, but I was planning on getting to the next town over, it's about an hour, is that okay?" he asks you as you follow him to the main street and toward the edge of the village. You wrap the diamond up in a head scarf you have and tuck it back in your satchel. Cheol suggests you grab your stuff from your rover and leave it for the time being, since more goons might know it's yours. He won’t even let you carry your own bag.

"That diamond is enough for you to carry, (Y/N)." When you get to his rover, you halt in shock. Not only is it new, but it’s a really nice model too. Yours is nearly thirty years old and is not exactly top of the line, even new.

"Oh, this belongs to the whole group. I just have it most of the time since I'm the leader."

"You're the leader?" You hadn't known that.

"Well, kind of. I'm co-commander along with Woozi." He opens the passenger door for you, and you climb up onto the wheel and into the rover. The seats are nice, and actually seats versus what looks like a restaurant booth. The inside panels are just flat holo-screens, and it even has heating. Your rover only has air conditioning, so at night it can be kind of cold. You ask him a series of questions as you drive to the next town, and he answers each one humbly. Your eyes keeps flitting to his hands on the steering wheel, then up his arms and trace every line of his tattoos, to his side profile-

"Your eyes might burn me, doll." He tries not to smirk, casting you a knowing side glance. You flounder for an excuse.

"It’s fine, sweetheart." Seungcheol rests back in the seat and you shuffle in your own seat, your face not the only part of you heating up. By the time you reach the next town, all you want to do is get in bed, and maybe get him inside you…

~

"Do you mind sharing a hotel room, I can keep you safer that way." His suggestion is genuine, truly just wanting to protect you. And you’re more than willing.

"That's fine!"

Seungcheol smirks, walking past you into the hotel, one much nicer than the inns or motels you usually stay at. You cringe at your own eagerness, following after him with your head bowed in embarrassment.

"Can we get a suite with two bedrooms?" He pulls his credit chit out; the hotelier taps on her console telling you there’s one available on the fifth floor. You watch her as she works, and she keeps looking up at Seungcheol and all over him. She isn’t blind, you don’t blame her. He takes the room, and you balk at the price.

"Don't worry, doll." He casts you a gentle smile, so you don’t. Judging by his rover, even if he claimed it’s the whole group's, he has money to spare. You follow after him, casting a glance back at the hotelier who is glaring at you. Wanting to stick your tongue out at her like a child, you restrain yourself and wait for the elevator with him. Right as the lift is reaching the ground floor, a group of about seven enters and head toward the elevators as well. Because of this, the lift is full, and you press your small self into the corner, Seungcheol working as a barrier between you and the group of men that have entered as well. You doubt they even know you’re there. They have left the button pressed for the fifth floor, and you both wait for them to get out, then head in the opposite direction. He taps the clear card against the lock, and it dings, opening with a click. He carries both of your bags in, and you look around the suite in awe, never having stayed somewhere so nice.

"I'm going to shower quick." Seungcheol deposits your bag in one of the bedrooms and heads toward the other. There’s a bathroom attached to each room and so you follow suit. Only taking a rinse off since you showered the night before, you find yourself watching some show on the couch. You had changed into shorts and a tank instead of your leather leggings and vest. Your knees are pulled to your chest, feet resting on the cushion, and you’re really trying to focus on the show. It’s so hard though to not think of him in the shower. He’s too freaking hot and there’s only a door in between you and him. Naked-

"Fucking fuck…" You huff at yourself, trying to snap out of your pervy thoughts, but it’s futile. Especially since he’s just come out in nothing but his pants. At least he isn’t just in a towel, but his muscular and toned body is perfectly on display. He has more of the circuit-like tattoos curling up over his shoulders and down his chest and sides of his stomach. You noticed earlier not only are his arms and thighs thick, but he has a butt too. Fuck. He sees you gaping at him, it’s kind of hard not to. It’s like you’ve zoned out…or in rather, on him and he huffs a laugh, a bit embarrassed. However, he feels more smug than anything and his own eyes flick over your mostly bare legs and the low cut of your tank. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t just as attracted to you as you seem to be to him. It’s up to you to make a move though… When you snap out of it and your eyes meets his, he’s smirking and hums with an inquisitive tone.

"Yes?" He teases and you choke on your saliva some, eyes flitting back over his bare chest.

"You curious?"

You nod dumbly.

"Come here, then." Seungcheol smiles and he nearly guffaws at how fast you leap off the couch, but you approach much slower. You stop right before him, hand coming up and hovering over his skin. You flit your gaze up to his face and he nods, taking a sip out of the bottle he’s holding. As soon as your fingertips meet his warm skin, the other hand flies up and you bring them down to rest on his abs.

"Fucking hell." You whisper and he really tries not to laugh, but you can feel his chest rumble a bit. Tracing each curve and angle of the tattoos snaking over him, you notice they seem to let out a slight reddish glow, lagging behind your tracing fingers over the black lines. Your mouth is hanging open as you touch him, likes he’s the best thing you’ve ever had the pleasure of feeling, and he smirks harder. Getting annoy with his smugness, even though it’s warranted and caused by you, you dig your dull nails in a bit and scratch down. Seungcheol sighs, a low groan rumbling out after and your cunt clenches around nothing.

"What-?!" You squeak as he crouches a bit, wrapping one around your upper thighs under your butt, and easily lifts you up against his shoulder. He carries you over to the couch, his bottle still in his hand and you wonder if he could hear your heart pounding. He could probably also feel your wet leaking through your panties and shorts.  You glance down and see that the tattoos are on his back too. The man sits on the couch, adjusting you on his lap so you’re straddling one of his thighs. You nearly whine, having to spread your legs pretty wide to accommodate, and you can feel the hard muscle through his pants. While they aren’t super tight, with how he’s sitting, they stretch over his thigh just right. He smirks again as he takes another drink, your shorts so thin he can feel your pussy clench as you settle.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, doll?" Your fingers are lazily and lightly rubbing over his skin, it tickles a bit. Those tattoos definitely shimmer when you touch them…

"Can I ride your thigh?" Your voice is so soft that despite how close you are, he almost doesn’t hear you.

"You want that, sweetheart?"

"Yes…dy." He barely hears the last part, your face blossoming red when you let the word slip, eyes widening in panic. Seungcheol groans when he hears it, adjusting his footing and bounces his leg under you a bit, forcing it up and against your needy cunt.

"You wanna ride daddy's thigh, pumpkin?"

"Fuck, yes please~" You gasp, but hold back from moving, nodding.

"Go ahead, then." He takes a casual sip from the bottle, glancing over your shoulder at the TV like he’s actually focusing on it. He licks his lips, swallowing a chuckle when you begin to grind down onto his leg, so hard he feels your pulse from your core. Your little mewls grow louder when you lean forward, losing strength in the rest of your body, resting your forehead on his collarbone. Your fingers dig into the waist of his pants on either side of you, getting closer and closer. While Cheol has had a number of sexcapades, he’s never had a girl be this eager to fuck herself on his leg. Most of the time he’s worried about them finding out he doesn’t - by any means- mind getting called daddy. You’re the first one though to jump on it immediately, and with no hint or prompting from him. He’s thanking fate that he’s the one that rescued you.

"I'm-" You gasp, your hips stuttering.

"Close, pumpkin?" He finally puts the bottle down, his arm curling around your waist, helping you keep your rhythm. His face gets close to yours, so much so your lips are barely touching, and he swallows your moan, invading your mouth with his tongue. You fall apart then, whining as he helps you ride out your high, catching every little noise you make with his lips. Your head is swimming, you nearly gasp for air when he leaves the kiss. Your panties are sticking to your even wetter folds, and he can feel that your slick has soaked through his pants too.

"Did a good job, sweetheart."

"Thanks, daddy." It seems you’re a bit shy with the daddy-kink play, but you started it.

"What now, doll?" Your eyes meet his, unsure with what answer he wants.

"What do you want me to do to you now?" He arches a brow, and your mind runs rampant with all the possibilities.

"W-what do you want to do?" You throw the question back and he tilts his head in thought, humming. You can feel that his cock has gotten hard against your knee, your mouth waters when you glance down at the tent pitched, wondering just how big he really is.

"What if…" As he speaks, his hand drifts from your hip, over your ass, and into the back of your shorts. You moan when his fingers hits your soaking cunt, lightly circling the pad over your entrance.

"…you sit on my cock, and we watch a movie?" His suggestion takes you a second to piece together. Cockwarming? Fuck, yes PLEASE.

"O-okay." You nod and his hand withdraws. He easily moves you to turn around and assists with getting your shorts and panties off. Cheol adjusts his position, and you rest against his chest, reaching down to release his cock from his pants. Your eyes widen, breath hitching when your hand meets the flesh, finally getting him out to see what you have to work with. You’re going to get split in half, and you couldn’t be more excited.

"Daddy~" You whine, head falling back onto his shoulder, your nose brushing over the side of his throat.

"Can you take it, pumpkin?" He strokes the soft skin under your belly button, the sensation makes you shiver, already sensitive.

"Yes."

"Yes…?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl." You sit up a bit more, propping your hips up as he guides the tip of his fat cock to your glistening folds. A bit concerned when you let out a small choking noise, it soon faded into a moan, which rose into a whines as he sinks deeper and deeper. You think he’ll be in your throat by the time he’s all the way in. Your tight core flutters around his cock, the delicious burn of the stretch bringing you dangerously close to another orgasm already. When he’s about another inch to goes, you lose your strength. You slump back into him, gravity pulling you the rest of the way down so his cock buries in completely. Your cunt twitches along with the rest of you, trying to adjust to the stretch and the intense pleasure it causes. If you’re already so sensitive, he wonders how bad you’ll get after sitting on his cock for a good hour.

"Hm, so good, sweetheart. Taking daddy's cock like a pro." His groan rumbles through him and over you, his strong arms wrapping over you to hold you up and to him. After about five minutes, your brain starts to function a bit more, and you try to gets more comfortable on his lap as he starts something you really care not for. It isn’t what the movie is, but you can only think of him splitting you open, and his bare chest pressed to your back. Your legs are spread wide over his lap, knees over his so he can easily hold them open for you. Every few minutes, your entire body twitches from the pleasure, your breath shuddering, trying not to move. You really are a princess, more likes a queen, taking his huge cock so good and sitting still so obediently. He has to push away the thought of immediately taking you as his wife, but man does he wants to. Have you whenever he wants…

"D-daddy…!" You gasp, cunt clenching hard suddenly and he huffs as you cum, not having moved for the last half hour. He wonders how that’s possible, and so do you. Seungcheol has to be a drug, because you’re already addicted. You need him so bad-

"Fuck, hold on…" He grunts, shutting the TV off and wrapping his arms around you tighter, hand on your opposite hip and the other across your chest so his hand can rest under your jaw. He splays his legs better, sliding down the couch a bit to get better leverage, and your nails quickly dig into the back of the couch to prepare. He gives a shallow, but hard thrust and you squeal, releasing babbles as he fucks up into you. Each thrust shatters pleasure through your body, his skin getting hotter against yours. Moreso than is natural, and you realize you can feel the pattern of the marks covering his torso with the heat. They must have been some kind of cybernetics…

"Want more, princess?" He rumbles and you whine an affirmation, his thrusts still hard but too shallow. You don’t want to be able to walk the next three days… The hand he has on your hip shifts, so he splays his fingers over your lower stomach, index and middle fingers resting in a V right around where he’s got his cock inside of you. His other hand on your jaw moves down to your collarbone, lying over the top of your chest, his pinky slightly under the hem of your tank. The heat of his tattoos increases, and suddenly it’s like every one of your nerves is set on fire. He freezes his pace, grunting as your cunt clenches harder as you cum again already, soaking down his balls and over his pants. He chuckles as your core pulses over and over, seeming to never end. You nearly black out, gasping for breath and wondering what the hell that was.

"W-what-?"

"I can use these to affect the nerves of people. I use it to knock out targets, or to ease the pain of someone I’m helping. Can make you real sensitive…" He hums by your ear, his teeth nibbling on the ridge.

"Where do you want daddy to fuck you next, doll?" You nearly don’t register his question, still trying to find your place in reality.

"Bed…" You know it’s cliché, but…

"Of course, sweetheart." He sits all the way up, the position change shifting him inside you and you gasp, whining in disappointment as he pulls you off his cock. Just as easily as he lifted you before, he carries you to his room, grabbing the end of the duvet and easily pulling the whole thing off, letting it float to the floor. Resting you down likes you’re as delicate as a flower, you sigh at the cool fabric hitting your back. Seungcheol kisses the corner of your mouth, and you try to follow his lips, but they leave yours, moving down your jaw and to your neck. Letting him move you, he brings on of your thighs to his hip, slinging your other knee over his elbow. Your cunt eagerly sucks his cock back inside and you whimper as he slowly bottoms out. Giving you just a second to adjust, he leans down and kisses you again. You mewl, your knee resting over his shoulder more than his elbow, the other leg wrapping over his hip as tight as you can manage. A trail of saliva connects your lips when he finally pulls his tongue out of your mouth.

"Ready, pumpkin?"

"Yes, daddy!" You squeak in delight as he starts to move, immediately barreling his fat cock into you, the head battering your cervix. His pace is so intense, your wet drips over his groin and down your butt to land on the sheets. It must have been an extremely secure bed frame, because it only shifts a bit despite his powerful thrusts. You can’t even make little noises, your mouth hangs open in a silent moan, drool spilling out of the corner of your mouth. You’re so fucked out and he wants to keep you like that from then on. Always drunk on him…

"So fucking good…" He chuckles, hand gripping your leg at his hip, easily slinging your other leg over his shoulder, folding you in half. You see stars, the first thrusts at the new angle fuck another climax out of you, your cunt squirting and creaming his cock even more and he grunts at the tightness. His tattoos start to heat up again, you can feel the change on the back of your thighs where he presses down into you. Not sure what sensation he’s going to surge you into, you can’t get ready. The same intense arousal sensitivity starts to rise again, but something else hits you. A slight tightening at your neck, but his hands are nowhere near… It’s very slight and it doesn’t restrict your breathing at all, just giving you a dull squeeze in the best way. Your gasps are from the intensity of your pleasure rather than the press of your throat. Then, your senses shifts, your vision blurs and it seems like you can only hear the woosh of your pulse and his grunts. You feel his skin on yours get hotter than before, his cock seems hotter too, and the scent of sex intensifies. When his mouth goes back to yours, it’s like you can taste his tongue, taste him even more and his groan vibrates your tongue wrapped around his. Without warning, the heat spikes, and your eyes roll back in your head. His hot cum pumps into you, your own final orgasm hitting you, rolling over and over, dulling before reigniting into another full climax. The heat of his cum spilling out from where he’s inside you seems to sear over your skin and when he’s stops, your senses return to normal and it’s like someone throws cold water on you. Your hearing returns to normal, and you can hear the noise of the street again. You finally registers that he’s pulled away from the kiss, hovering over you with a smile. Not a smirk. You can barely get anything out but a whine.

"Did daddy fuck you good, doll?" You nod lazily and he laughs, kissing you again.

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[thefingerblaster]

I laid on the softest plushie pile I had ever felt in my life, in the softest nightgown I had ever worn in my life. Not that I had ever worn one before now. All while held in the vines of the enemy my Master.

And I couldn't move a muscle that wasn't automatic. If I focused really hard I could twitch my fingers, but that was about it. Even if I could move, the xenodrugs made everything I touched become a wave of sensory joy that crushed what little brain power I could draw.

I had managed to force my eyes open some amount of time ago, although my head proved too heavy to move. Rotating my eyes was also quite strenuous, so I was stuck staring at the twinkling gems on the ceiling.

Trying to know how long I had been here also proved pointless given my drugged up state and the absence of windows in my kidnapper's Master's lair. So what few thoughts I could string together were left to wander.

All I could do was feel my breathing, heartbeat and the plushies around me being squished together in Her foremost arms. (She had six limbs, not including Her wings) as well as Her song. A silent rhythm that came in waves that relaxed my body. It was easily the most physical comfort I had ever felt.

I couldn't quite remember how we got captured rescued.

I remembered shouting, rushing to escape. Fire. Bleeding. Being trapped under rubble as the ship burned. Everything became a blur.

Trying to recall anything more detailed lead to my thoughts slowing to a crawl. It was some Affini hypnosis trick I figured.

It would have been frustrating if the xenodrugs in my system weren't numbing my ability to feel anger. Trying to hold on to it felt like trying to hold a brick of melted butter. It only slipped and crumbled more the tighter I held it.

I wanted to feel angry, to be outraged at this. Being helpless and limp in the arms of the enemy Master like some plushie. I was a proud soldier good floret that fought for democracy did as Master wished.

My breathing grew unsteady as my heart felt like it was being constricted. I wished I could be better, that I could have done more. All that fighting just to end up like this. Wearing a dress and waiting like some damsel.

I felt like I was choking on my own heart. My breaths shuddering and uneven as I failed to cry. I wanted to so badly but nothing came except weak sniffles.

There was a sound like a massive tree rustling in the wind. I felt the arms that held me shift as She roused, probably by my pathetic display.

She raised Her long neck from the hoard with impossible grace. Her wings of red rose petals fanned out, nearly blocking my view of the ceiling.

Her dragon-like head stared down at me with all eight of Her eyes. Vines cupped my face, tracing uneven spirals on my cheeks as Her antennae came forward. She lowered Her head, hovering close enough for me to see myself reflected in Her eyes.

I saw a doll, motionless and limp with tears building in its eyes, its adorable, smooth face which scrunched in anguish. Its red hair poofed out all around its head as it lay luxuriously in a pink dress that looked velvety smooth.

I was the very picture of a failure beloved doll.

"My little doll, you look so upset." She said, Her melodic, heavy voice sending a wave through my body with Her every word. "It's ok, Master is here now. Everything will be ok."

Her soft lips descended upon mine. I felt Her tongue slid into my mouth, rubbing on every surface inside. My eyes fluttered closed as I sucked on it to gain the sweet fruity juice. A warm gooey feeling radiated from the contact, quickly spread across my body.

I couldn't stop myself from gulping down the juice like it was water from an oasis. A pulse of Her love had my body tingling every time I swallowed, urging me to keep sucking.

I would have been ashamed of the whimper I made when She pulled away if my mind wasn't already spinning with delight.

Her tongue came down and licked my face, leaving a heady smell of sweet fruits around me. I absent mindedly licked the saliva that sat on my lips, taking in the taste again.

I opened my eyes to see Master simply staring at me as if I was the most precious thing She had ever seen yet She looked... sad.

Her long, narrow face had a kindly smile that barely disguised Her concern. I felt Her pity. Her sadness and regret.

I felt something wet and warm streak down my face. My breaths grew unsteady as the sobs came on, loudly sniffling and shaking as the tears fell freely when I couldn't hold them anymore. My chest heaved despite the drugs, the sobbing wracked my limp, useless body.

"Oh you poor thing, are you having big thoughts?" She fussed. "That just won't do, dolls shouldn't think so hard." I hung on Her ever word, barely noticing the vines that stroked my hair gently.

I loved Her so much. I wanted to be Her good doll, but how could She love me? I was small and weak and pathetic. Just a f-

A flower shot out from Her mass and enclosed around my mouth and nose. Before I knew what was happening I could smell an aerosolized xenodrug being pumped inside.

Laboriously I squirmed to free myself, breathing heavily just to twitch but the mask stayed in place. With another great heave I lifted a scarred arm, grabbing weakly at the vine the flower was attached to. I pulled but it didn't budge.

"Shh little doll. Master is just righting Her wrong." Her biorhythm surged through me steadying my heart and forcing me to breathe evenly. Every inhale made the world hazier. Every thought melting back into the warmth of Her touch and the hoard I laid atop.

I pulled again and again, even as my arm was going limp, my hold on the vine slipping until it fell uselessly back onto the plushies.

I barely noticed when the flower was removed from my face. Vines rearranged my body so that I could feel more of the ungodly soft plushies that I laid upon.

"That's my good doll, be still for Master. There is no more fighting, no more silly war. No harsh orders. So just be still and let Master make you the beautiful doll you were always meant to be." She cooed over my limp form, vines snaked under my dress to knead the tender flesh underneath.

She planted a heavy kiss on my cheek and my mind was sent reeling in joy. Master loved me and I was Her good, pretty doll.

I laid still and unmoving with a placid, doll-like smile on my lips. I was Master's good doll that let Her dress me and shower me with Her adoration.

I was the goodest doll in the galaxy.

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Twist of Fate; Nineteen

Pairings; LADS OT4 x reader

Word count; 4,646

Themes; isekai, slow burn (eventual smut), Canon divergence

Rating; 18+ for some swearing and mature themes

Notes; Hey guys! Finally done with Sea God Rafayel and now we're on Foreseer Zayne! Currently, his chapter spans until twenty-three, so hopefully I'll be able to wrap up his story soon and get on to the next one. I'm unsure if I want to do Abysswalker Rafayel since that's in the future or if I should skip past that and go straight to the next one 🤔 either let me know or I'll figure it out myself!

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"I will cut out your heart with a dagger honed, my darling. And in Love’s name, your heart will become my faith. Your body will be washed clean like a pearl. I will care for your heart. Till we meet again and you can reclaim it for yourself."

- Siren’s Ballad, Act 3: Muia 

You felt your feet sinking in sand, endless is the yellow sky. Plants grow along a dried riverbed. You walk beside it for a long, long, long time. The skin on your fingers is dry, cracked. Your feet begin to bleed.

 At the edge of the riverbed is a young man and a giant sea creature. You cannot make out his features, but you think he’s taking in the animal’s warmth. He appears to be singing a melody. ‘Tis strange, alluring. But you can barely make out any notes as his voice is barely above a whisper.

 You take a few steps, wishing to hear him better and when he looks up, you immediately recognize those eyes. He stands up and reaches out to you like you were an old friend returning from a long trip.

“There’s Whalefall City.” He points to the bones of sea creatures long dead. In the distance, they rest in the sand dunes. 

“That’s where I can look at the sea?” 

“...yes.”

You take his hand and you arrive at your destination when the sun rises. The teen turns toward you and– a dagger plunges into your chest. 

Warm blood drips and seeps into the sand below. You watch helplessly as he rips open your chest and holds your heart in his hands, red with your blood. A tiny flame feeds on your fresh blood and a shiny crystal, emitting a strange light, rests at the center of the flames. 

There’s a voice in the air whispering, “The reason for us to leave the desert is not to find an oasis…We’re here for a heart, to take it back and make it our worship.”

You jolt up in your bed. A dream within a dream? That was...insane.

Your hand clutches at your chest, almost worried that your heart isn’t there even though you’re alive and breathing– breathing?

Yeah, no.

You felt like you were suffocating. It genuinely felt like your heart was ripped from your chest. You take a few breaths to calm yourself.

To calm yourself, you talk with Algie about the ceremony tomorrow. She says girls wear light, flowy clothes and braid their hair with beautiful pearls and shells. She also says they prepared a lovely garment for you. You also worry about what all you need to do, but she says all you need to do is stand in a conspicuous spot and give Rafayel your hand. She quickly dissuades your worries, telling you that the Sea God’s follower will help him see Lemuria’s future and that the prophecy will reveal the fate of Lemuria.

It’s just a bit nerve wracking, you hope your dream wasn’t a premonition of what’s to come.

 

Today was the day. After thousands of years, Whalefall City holds the Sea God’s ceremony again.

Before the sunrises, the whole city is in festival mode with everyone looking forward to the ceremony celebrating the Sea God’s coming of age and gaining the power to protect the ocean.

As Konche and Algie argue amongst each other, she turns around to spot you in a corner.

“Y/n, what’re you hiding over there for? The sea god won’t be able to see you!” She gently scolds you and you sigh, “Does it matter? There’s so many people, he might not…”

 “Quiet, here he is,” Konche whispers and the crowd erupts in cheers. You look up and spot a huge shadow sweeping over Whalefall City.

‘Tis a beautiful and sacred creature of the ocean. It appears to be a whale and yet has bird wings. The Sea God sits on its back, passing by his loyal subjects before stopping at the gates to Whalefall City.

He walks through the crowd until he stands in front of you, your breath hitches in your chest as he lifts the veil on your head and takes your hand. 

Beautiful, intricate patterns are painted on his body. His eyes are shaped like crescent moons with how much he was smiling. It's as if he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life. 

Everyone moves aside, creating a path for you both as you make your way down. Every child says their blessings in Lemurian. Gorgeous coral branches are thrown behind you as you approach the temple’s doors. 

The door slowly closes behind you both, songs from the outside melding with prayers for inside the temple.

In the dimly lit hall, the fire twists in the darkness, about to go out. The young Sea God intertwines your fingers and holds your hands against his chest. You close your eyes before calling out his name silently. 

Yes…You were willing to give him your heart. You are willing to give him your sincerest form of worship, that’s how much you care for him. You are willing to have his very being etched, engraved onto your soul as you praise and pray to him for the rest of your life. 

Soft like a silken thread, the Sea God’s fire touches your hand. The fiery thread embeds itself into your palm, becoming a line, a part of your very soul. Your eyes flutter back open to meet Rafayel’s gaze. 

The young Sea God’s voice like the wind, blowing out the only light in the darkness, “This is my promise to you. For ‘tis Lemuria’s vow, a bond everlasting.”  

"No one knows what happened that day. Lemuria is plunged into endless darkness and panic seeps into every part of the ocean. The deep sea is angry and in its wrath, waves slam against the cliffs and rocks fall into the waters. Even temples are turned to rubble."

"Tis a long time before the sea god walks out of the temple alone, bringing light back to Lemuria. As he leaves the temple, the alcove that once held the flame collapses."

"The Sea God’s follower is gone."

"Bathed in sparks and cinders, he holds a small, pulsing flame. It writhes like a newborn. Some said that the flame was born from the purest faith. Some said that the sea god sacrificed his follower to save Lemuria…"

"Different stories, some true, some not, circulated until the people gradually forgot about the ceremony. No Lemurians have ever seen the Sea God’s follower and the little fish that swims around him– they are gone, whereabouts unknown." 

"Only many, many years later than the god of the sea has perished, when the kingdom has sunk to the depths of the ocean, a rumor begins to circulate Lemuria. The God of the Sea had lied to the deep sea. For his beloved."

- Lemuria: The Days to Come

The sunlight burns behind your eyelids and you feel more tired than when you first fell asleep. You rest your hand over your eyes and groan as you sit up, your other hand feeling oddly heavy. 

You open your eyes and turn to look before realizing Sylus was still holding your hand with his head limply off to the side as he slept in the chair.

 “That must be pretty uncomfortable..” You sigh, running a hand through your hair as you feel a headache pulsing through your temples.

What exactly happened at the end? Did Rafayel…Take your heart or? 

“The God of the Sea had lied to the deep sea for his beloved,” You murmur, holding your chin in your hand. You wonder what that meant.

Did he give his heart away instead? You clearly didn’t leave the temple with him at the end…

Wait– Not you, her. The main character–

You rest your head in your hands with a low groan.

 What was going on?

You were slowly forgetting who you were, being overwhelmed with all of these unfamiliar memories and unable to remember what your past life– what your real life was even like. You felt like you were actually becoming the protagonist of ‘Love and Deepspace’. 

“This is insane,” You sigh, leaning your head back against the headboard.

“What's insane? Did you get a good rest?” Sylus asks, cracking one eye open as he looks at you, before he chuckles and shakes his head, “Nevermind, don’t answer that, sweetie. The dark circles under your eyes tell me all I need to know.”

 “I mean, I did sleep. I just...” You trail off and Sylus pats your hand. “Felt like you didn’t sleep?” He stands up and holds out a hand for you, “First, let’s get you changed out of that dress and then, we can get you some coffee to wake you up.” 

You take his hand, your body suddenly feeling heavy as if it recalled how light it felt under the water in Lemuria.

Then, you hear something clink around your neck and bring your hand up to touch the necklace that rested flat against your chest. 

“Now where did that come from? I’m pretty sure I took all of your jewelry off before you fell asleep,” Sylus raises a brow, crossing his arms over his chest before he grabs some folded clothes. “It doesn’t matter. Here, this is what you wore to the Nest. I thought you’d want to wear it back home.” 

But you shake your head, hand clasped around the blue scale on your necklace. “I’ll take one of your shirts again,” You clear your throat, but grab the white skirt, “I’ll wear the skirt though.”

After minutes later, you’ve groggily changed into the oversized black t-shirt and tucked it into your skirt. A pair of sneakers on your feet as you leave the room, fiddling with your necklace.

“I boxed up everything I’ve gotten you and had it sent to Linkon,” Sylus says as he walks toward you, holding a mug toward you and you gratefully take it.

You take a few sips of the scorching hot liquid before you raise an eyebrow, “Do you know my address?”

“No, I just had it sent to your workplace,” He chuckles and motions for you to follow him as Mephisto flies over to rest on his shoulder.

“Now, come on. Drink that and we’ll take you back home.”

You try to drink as fast as you can without burning yourself and then rush out the door behind Sylus, your phone resting in your backpocket as messages upon messages pile up.

Your phone finally pinging with notifications as you and Sylus entered the city limits of Linkon City. You assume you didn’t have the best of service in the N109 Zone, or perhaps Sylus was somehow blocking all outside interference from contacting you during your stay. You’d never know. 

What you do know is, you’re so tired... You can barely keep your eyes open as you grasp at Sylus’ leather jacket before your hands limply fall to your side as your eyes start feeling heavy. 

“Y/n?” You can hear Sylus question before he sighs, and uses his evol to hold you up on the bike, the reddish black mist wraps around both your waists.

Then, you fall back asleep once more– just hoping for a normal dream this time.

"Under Astra’s command may the Foresser deliver His will, for that is his fate.”

- Philos: Tome of the Foreseer

In the coldest regions of Philos, the Foreseer has resided in the Tower of Thorns since time immemorial. The Almighty Astra bestowed His power unto him, ordering the Foreseer to act as an emissary for the divine. 

The royal family sends an envoy to the Tower of Thorns every 100 years to listen to the Foreseer’s prophecies. Yet, the Foreseer has not bestowed a prophecy to the royal family in hundreds of years. Envoys sent by his majesty never returned and their whereabouts remain unknown to this day. There is a rumor that the Foreseer has been perpetually frozen in an icy tomb.

To him, 100 years is but the blink of an eye. 

And so, a new envoy travels through snow and ice, entering his tower. It happens again and again- as it always has for the past thousands of years. But you?

You’re not a real envoy– you’ve come here to treat your illness. 

To do this, you must take the Creatio protocore from the Foreseer’s scepter. You have no other choice. This is your only way of survival.

Suppressing your anxiety, you walk into a massive room. The room was cold, almost as cold as the snowy outside, but bright as the moonlight glimmered against the many spears of ice decorating the room. A throne stands in the back of the room, a frozen throne.

You take a deep breath, before you bow respectfully. “I am his majesty’s envoy sent here to listen to the Foreseer’s prophecy.” Your voice echoes through the empty room, not a person in sight until you look up and notice a man wearing a blue robe sitting atop the icy throne. He holds a scepter in his gloved hand.

How strange though…His body is ensnared in brambles, thorns wrapping around his arms, legs, and chest. It almost appears like he’s shackled to the throne.

Maybe he wants to leave but something is stopping him? 

You slowly approach him, seeing that his head is lowered and his eyes are shut. He’s encased in ice. 

“Is he…unconscious?” You murmur to yourself. You look him up and down, wondering if you should just take the protocore now and run, but you stop yourself. His gloved hands were frosty, almost fusing the scepter to his palm. He was pale, not a hint of redness on his body at all, save for his lips.

He looked alive but…not at the same time. The thorns just a breath away from touching his black hair.

After wrestling with your thoughts, you decide it’s best to take the protocore. He’s not using it, afterall.

Might as well put it to good use.

You reach up toward the staff to grab the protocore with your gloved hand, but then a shard of ice shoots toward your hand and you jerk it away to avoid spilling any blood.

 “How impudent..” 

You suddenly hear a voice and you don’t immediately assume it was the man in front of you because why would it be?

He’s been asleep for thousands of years, not to mention his eyes are still closed. You look around with your brows furrowed. 

Was your imagination playing tricks on you? Or…is he simply pretending to be frozen?

Your eyes widen as the thorns that were steadily wrapping around the man suddenly crumble before they disappear into thin air. You take a few steps closer to the Foreseer, confident that he’s not actually awake right now, and you take a good look at his face.

“He’s a lot more spritely than I thought...Every book I’ve read describes him as an old man,” You talk to yourself, holding your hand up to your chin before you jump in surprise as his mouth starts moving, “It seems that those Tomes you’ve gleaned through have taught you nothing about etiquette.” 

Then, his eyes finally open and you’re caught off guard by how pretty they are.

They’re green, no brown…Hazel perhaps?

He glances over at you and you take a few steps backward, suddenly feeling more anxious than you did before.

“Y-You’re not actually frozen!?” You sputter out but realize he’s still not moving.

But is he still immobilized? Now, you’re curious.

You tap the side of his neck with your finger, it’s cold to the touch. Almost as if you had touched one of the ice spikes in the room. 

He grunts, annoyed, “Do you know what happens when fools disrespect the Foreseer?” His voice was fittingly cold and monotone. Though you were worried, at least, he couldn’t move so you brought your hand up to touch his shoulder. It was just as freezing as his neck and stiff, akin to a corpse. 

“Your actions are testing my patience.” He keeps his eyes trained forward, refusing to look at you as if you were a bug underneath his feet. As anger sparks within your chest, you place your palm against his chest and push, trying to get any kind of reaction out of him other than a monotonous reply that you would compare to an angry cat. 

“It seems you do not know what true horror is.” He brings his gaze back to you. His face unchanging, keeping the same expression of slightly turned down eyebrows and an otherwise neutral look on his face.

“And you are frozen. My expectations were a bit higher than this,” You sigh with a small shrug as you step back from him.

“Winter punishes every wrongdoing in due time.” 

Gods, he really sounds like an npc. 

“Haven’t you heard of doing what is necessary in a bad situation?” You raise a brow, placing your hand on your hip.

“But who exactly is in a bad situation?” The Foreseer hums, tilting his head up at you. 

You shake your head with a small laugh as you move forward once more and pat your hand across his lower abdomen. The man sucks in a deep breath before he sighs, otherwise staying silent.

You look up at him as you tap his stomach, “The ice is more like a crystal…What is it?” 

“You have a wild curiosity and a brazen tongue.” He looks away from you and you let out a scoff, “And your tongue is like a winter’s loveless embrace.”

You bet this guy was real fun at parties.

As you roll your eyes, you pat along his stomach again, trying to figure out just what is keeping him in place.

 You hear another noise from the Foreseer but decide to ignore it and instead, you have a teasing look on your face. “That’s your punishment for being impolite.”

“A punishment?” You finally hear some emotion in his voice, though it’s annoyance mixed with a hint of disbelief.

“Aren’t you furious? You are being treated like a plaything.” You tilt your head to the side, a bit shocked that he isn’t even trying to move. 

“Fury? Those sorts of emotions I no longer have any use for.”

Well, that’s just sad.

You take a few steps back once more to reassess the situation. If he can’t move, that means you have the best opportunity to grab the protocore and promptly leave. 

Though it is a bit unfortunate to just leave him here, he’s a Foreseer. You’re sure Astra, at least, values His emissaries enough to pardon a small mistake like this. 

You reach up to grab the protocore once more, confident you’ll be able to take it but, once again, a ball of ice comes toward your hand and knocks you off your feet.

You land on the freezing cold stone floor, your face close to smashing against the bottom step that led up to the throne. You quickly look up as ice erupts from behind the Foreseer’s throne, and your eyes widen as you watch the frost disappear from his limbs. His gloved fingers twitch around his scepter.

He…can move?

Ah shit, you need to get out of there fast.

As you scramble to your feet, the Foreseer is already standing up and taps his staff against the ground.

 “I’ve played enough of your little games. You forget yourself, testing the limits of my benevolence.” He starts walking toward you and you fall back down to your knees, seemingly unable to move as your legs felt like jelly underneath you. As he swings his staff, bright blue light swims around his body and you tense up. 

You’ve got to calm down and get ready for a fight. You lift your arm up in front of you and spit out a quick response, “I-I am his majesty’s envoy! You can’t kill me!” Though, the man scoffs, “An honest death is not a suitable punishment for every pretender.” 

Wait, does he know you’re not from the castle?

Before you can react, a cold sensation coils around your feet. You look down and see frost climbing up your legs.

“Tell me, do you know the fate of thieves who sought the Creatio protocore?” He asks. The ice soon reaches your neck and it’s like a cold hand that’s tightly gripping your throat. 

That’s kind of hot— 

Without sparing a glance, the Foreseer walks past you and he disappears into the shadows…

“Wait– Where are you going, Foreseer? Mm..!” The crystals cover your mouth, sealing it shut and you feel panic beginning to sink in. You couldn’t breathe, your body felt so cold and heavy…You could feel your eyes sluggishly, slowly closing and you really hoped everything would be okay the next time you opened your eyes…

You woke up to a bright light shining behind your closed eyelids. Sunlight drifts through the windows adorned with brambles and roses. 

He…left you here for the whole night! At least you weren’t dead, but still.

The Foreseer sits on his throne, reading a book. The sun’s glow casts an illusion of softness on his otherwise cold demeanor. You clear your throat, deciding to strike a conversation with your would-be killer, “...Foreseer? Uh, a fine morning we have today. Isn’t the weather great–”

But the moment the latter leaves your lips, a frigid snowstorm begins to brew outside before promptly subsiding.

Okay…so he has control over the weather. Isn’t that just lovely?

Other than that, he doesn’t look at you. It seems he won’t even give you a chance to explain yourself. “So…You’ve been encased in ice for ages, but you still read on that throne…Shouldn’t you be tired of the world’s greatest chair after staying there for hundreds of years?”

“You may try it yourself and then inform me of your findings,” He says without looking up from his book, turning the page with his index finger.

 “No, no. I…uh, can’t feel my body at the moment,” You sheepishly laugh off your panic of not being able to feel your limbs.

It’s honestly a bit terrifying.

“I have yet to eat anything after entering the Tower of Thorns so could I…” You try to choose your words carefully, yet he still doesn’t look up. “A human can survive for seven days without food.” He plainly states, “Given your stubborn character, you should live for an extra two days.” 

“You’re…not going to leave me frozen for nine days, are you?” You ask, your aching and stiff neck straining to look up at him from his throne. Your throat choking up as your eyes begin to water at the thought of dying in this way.

“Are those tears of your remorse?”

No, they’re tears of someone who was supposed to die years down the line, now only given nine days. Idiot.

“I… Look, I’m not his majesty’s envoy,” You sigh. “I’m here to ask for a prophecy of my future. Every prophet I consulted said I had three years left to live and I refuse to believe them.” 

This finally makes him look up from his book.

“I’m telling you the truth this time...” You trail off, a bit embarrassed that you’re talking about your fear of death with a seemingly immortal man.

“Indeed, they are delusional.” 

“Huh? Have you scryed my fate, Foreseer?” You seemed a bit hopeful with an excited look on your face.

“To disguise yourself as the king’s envoy and sneak into the Tower of Thorns…You certainly have less than three years.” The Foreseer leans back on his throne and crosses his legs.

“Foreseer, you can’t– mmph!” Ice covers your mouth again and he continues his reading.

A seemingly endless silence returns to the throne room...

Nightfall greets the Tower. Taking the place of sunlight, moonlight shines into the room. Today is the first day of your punishment for entering the Tower of Thorns. You’ve come to that realization after being frozen here. Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him so much, but it’s not like you knew he could do this to you.

It is nigh impossible to warm the heart of a demigod who lives in these rime-kissed lands.

In the middle of the night, you’re suddenly awoken by a radiant flash. Golden words float before you. They are magics cast by the Foreseer’s book.

What…is he looking for?

The Foreseer stares at the words, brow furrowed. It seems he’s not happy with what he’s seeing.

You squint from the light and try to clear your blurry vision by blinking a few times. Then, you clear your throat as if to let him know that you are awake, though he remains unmoving. 

“Do you wish for your mouth to be sealed once more?” He questions and you pause before quickly speaking, “That’s a book about gardening, is it not? I also adore flowers.”

His wintery gaze falls on your face, he clearly doesn’t trust you. “Your mouth is only capable of spouting nonsense.”

“I’m not lying! I used to be a gardener. Every flower I care for turns out splendid.” You tried to speak excitedly with your hands, but they were still as frozen as ever. The Foreseer stops what he’s doing.

The sharpness of his gaze pierces you, trying to gouge the truth from your head. 

“Did I…offend you?” You ask after a moment of silence. Though, he looks away. You think for a second that the conversation is over, but, with a lift of his finger, the ice on your body begins to melt. “Is...my punishment over?” You ask, rubbing your reddened hands together to try and warm them back up. 

Though, as your body has been frozen for almost two days now, you end up falling to the side. Your elbows cracking against the floor.

Ouch.

“If you desire it, then I shall indulge you.” He closes his book. The words of gold dissipate and the room is plunged back into darkness. 

Once your eyes readjust to your surroundings, the Foreseer has already descended from his throne. “Come then.” He motions for you to follow and then begins walking toward a spiral staircase. You shakily stand up and quickly follow behind him. 

You’re out of breath by the time you reach the top while he is unfazed. In the distance, snow-capped mountains are like white seashells. You realize you weren’t brought up here to admire the scenery, however you can’t help but take a few minutes to gaze upon it in awe. 

Then, you notice a tiny white flower bud between the bricks. “Why is a jasmine growing in a place like this?” You question, confused at how this flower could be trying to grow here of all places.

The Foreseer’s frigid gaze observes your every action as you carefully examine the bud. “There’s something wrong with it. I doubt it’ll bloom any time soon.” You sigh, fingers brushing against the fragile little thing. 

“Will you be able to care for it?” He asks as you consider the possibilities, but he seems to predict your next action. He moves toward you, looking into your eyes, “Answer me.” 

“Y-yes..! Of course. It’s a miracle for anything to grow here. Without a competent gardener tending to it, the bud will inevitably die.”

You emphasized the phrase “tending to it” and glanced at the man’s expression. He gazes at the bud and touches its small leaves, “If this jasmine blooms, you may leave the tower with your livelihood intact.”

You’re not sure if you’re imagining things, but it seems like the Foreseer holds the jasmine in higher regard than you.

For now, in order to buy yourself some time and an opportunity, you have to say yes.

“Alright, I agree to your terms.”

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!! I don't really have much to say this week tbh but thank you for over 500 notes on my newest drabble!! I didn't expect for it to pop off this much, but I'm glad you all enjoyed it 🩷

I'll be working on a personal project this weekend, but I'm going to try to write a few more chapters for ToF and maybe one chapter of Divisa— I'm not sure just yet on the latter, but I'll give it a shot!

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[igglemouse]

Through blood, pain, and tears, here she is. Ten fingers and toes and two eyes and ears and completely adorable! Florencia Lola Alcocer Varela is her full name but to keep it short and simple she is Florencia Alcocer and I should add that she is just a little fussy right now but try to imagine being in her position? Everyone knows how hard labor is, how difficult it is to bring life into the world, but no one talks about how hard it is to be born! I guess because no one truly remembers it.

Oh, that's right, you're probably wondering what Pascal was up to? Well, he did miss most of her birth but he did come late into the night after she was born and he was excited to meet her! He, a little surprisingly I should add, started his morning with her too. Talking to her and playing with her and getting her to wriggle and coo. I really hope this is the start of a beautiful relationship and it is nice to see that he delayed his usual morning routine to spend time with her.

I'm glad he spent some time with her but it did not take long before he was on his treadmill again, as you might have expected already. Morning workouts are a ritual for him and I've learned nothing stops it. NOTHING. We could be in the middle of a nuclear and I firmly believe he'd still find some way to push his legs and lungs and keep active. I think it is a mental thing for him. Like, meditative even? Either way, some mornings I do pop in to bother him.

"She is amazing, isn't she?" I ask him as he pounds away on the machine, the pounding of his feet is my only response until he can gather his breath for an actual reply.

"Y-yea! Yeah! She is!" He pants out, not looking over at me, keeping focused.

"What do you think of the name? I know we didn't agree on one but-"

"I l-love it!" he says, keeping it short and sweet. This would have bothered me normally but he is currently running. I think he keeps the setting on ten or however high it can go.

"You know, if she takes one thing from you I hope it's how hard you work," and I mean that sincerely. The guy is a machine.

He sort of chortles at that, picking up the pace even more. "And she will only make me work harder..."

I like the sound of that but is that possible with him?

This whole mama thing is new to me so be patient! I'm sure I'll make mistakes but I feel like I'm on the right track. Her diet will be milk milk and more milk of course and I've decided to handle that naturally, for now at least. It feels like one of the first big decisions I have to make and its about her health. A well fed baby is one that will grow after all!

But it is also important that I get a lot of time to relax myself. If Flora is napping, as she is right now, then it is the perfect time for me to nap as well. I certainly need it. I'm tired, hurting, and yet for some reason happy? I feel like I've been tortured and yet I'm smiling about it. Flora being born has a lot to do with that but I could not have expected any of this when I moved here to Oasis Springs. I thought life for me would continue to be a struggle, continue to fight every day just to put a smile on my face but it's been the opposite. Yes, things with Pascal have not been perfect but chasing perfection is a fools errand.

While Flora will be my #1 priority moving forward I still don't want to be stagnant. The idea of having a simtube channel would provide me work on my own time and hopefully give me some financial independence. I don't want to be the domesticated wife getting an allowance after all.

So I move forward with that plan by calling Mr. Booker. Remember him? He runs a pretty big simtube channel and through what was at first a rocky relationship we have somehow become friends. He seems eager to share a few tips and tricks to getting started too!

But like I said, Flora is my everything now and I'll make sure her room is just perfect for her. I'm not sure how she slept through all of the vacuuming but I'll keep every speck of dust out of her room!

But mama is still going to keep to her goals too! I'll try and trim some of the baby weight I've gained off of me because it is simply healthy to do so and it gives me something else to do right now. I kind of feel like I have to with how hard Pascal works it is kind of motivating! I won't be as dedicated as he is, who can be? But, I'll do what I can with the time I have.

When I make it back home I check in on Flora and make sure she's fed, happy, and clean, and then realize I've almost forgotten to eat myself! Has that ever happened to you? Get so busy that you forget to eat or shower or something like that? Any ways, I try a new recipe for today, lemongrass chicken!

And it is amazing! Just the right amount of savory and sweet and definitely filling!

I am reminded though that I need to have a conversation with Pascal about a few things. Just life in general things. He's been working all day of course but as soon as he gets home, which will be late, but it is a conversation that needs to be had.

So when he comes home I am all over him although I can tell he looks exhausted and heads right for the bed. I can only imagine how much he pushes his body, playing a sport at a high level is no joke, but it is funny that I'm the one sweating and he's not. ANY WAYS, I do talk to him about my whole Simtube thing and now he's a lot more open to it. "I do think it's a really good idea after thinking about it some more," he says.

"Oh?" I'm surprised he thought about it at all.

"Yeah, it keeps you here with Flora, that's really all I want. I know we've been through this before but I don't want her mom being too busy for her."

I pause, stopping myself from the obvious rebuttal. He's the one too busy for, well, EVERYONE. Not me. I take a deep breath and calm myself. "Do you think I'd put work ahead of her?" I am just a little insulted here! "Pascal I-"

"Noo! I just...you know, I'm traditional. I want you to be here with her, I don't want her being raised by a nanny even if I could afford it you know?"

"Yeah..." that is reasonable but... "Maybe not a nanny I agree but maybe we can look into a maid service?"

"I actually want to talk to you about something." He tells me, which surprises me and scares me a little but the smile on his face tells me it is good news, hopefully.

"Y-yeah?"

"My contract has been extended," I have no idea what it means but it sounds like good news. "So, I'm staying here, we're staying here, in Oasis Springs, and not only that but I think we're going to need a bigger place which yes, will include a maid!"

"Oh!?!?" Now that is exciting. I can't wait to look for new houses, big houses? Huge houses?!?! "Where will we-"

"I already bought the place actually! It's not amazing but it is at least not as cramped as this place. This is more like a fancy bachelor pad soooo I thought it was time to move on from this."

"Oh..." well, I wish we would have made that decision together but... "I can't wait to see it!"

You know, all things considered. Things are going really well!

Frida Varela - Next Episode 9 'Pascal's Wager'

[accio-victuuri]

Reasons why we think the 26th bday message was from bunny laoshi. 🗒️

I know that a lot of us don’t need “reasons” to even cpn that xz made this letter, but it’s still fun to look at the clues that make the conclusion much stronger. a lot of us just knew once we read it, who the author is. as with all other candies, if you believe it, you do. if you don’t — there is no amount of evidence that will change your mind.

i’m so happy that the bday letter is back, last year was understandable (considering what was going on) so to have it this year made everyone emotional. as usual, it’s a beautiful letter. i am thankful that yibo is loved. that aside from us fans, he has someone close to him, who adores him that much to write something like that for him.

this post is only for the letter, not the bday photo/art. that will be a separate discussion.

A HISTORY,

As with most candies, context is key. We don’t usually react this much without it having some story behind it. There is almost always a pattern. The “birthday” message first popped up for Bobo’s 23rd bday. Then 24 and 26. You could say anyone can make a birthday message — but this is different. It’s way too personal and the way it’s written, to us who pay attention, is very xiao zhan. There were already CPNs for the past 2 years, so we were actually just waiting for the 26th bday letter — and boy did it not disappoint!

• They all start with saying hello to the *age* Yibo. It’s like this person wants to be the first one to greet WYB in his new year of life.

• The way it’s constructed is very similar. It starts with a recap for the year, what WYB has gained from the past and wishes for the future. I have to say that the 2020 letter was the start and then it evolved into what it is today because of the time they spent together. XZ now has more and more things to say.

• The message of growing up slowly is also there. I think XZ really wants this for him, that even if WYB had to “grow up” faster than other people his age, even if he has so many responsibilities — that he still gets to enjoy his youth. 🫶🏼

Even if you let someone else read this letter, and you tell them, “it’s from their s/o”, they will believe you. To those who look at it and think it’s an employee, i don’t even know what to say. You don’t even have to believe that it’s XZ, but it is most definitely WYB’s significant other. Look at UNIQ_OFFICIAL weibo account birthday caption, that’s what employees do.

Now onto the “reasons”. I have listed a couple and I know there might be more out there but here are the ones that made us 😭😭😭😭:

1. My absolute favorite part of the letter:

In the past year, you've gradually learned to relax while working hard and understood how to face the world with a gentler attitude. You've been willing to watch the stars while hurrying forward. You've been willing to enjoy a pouring rain happening one afternoon. You've been willing to quietly see the horizons at the other side of the sea. You've been willing to stop for a beautiful sunset.

A person who knows you will only be the one to write this. The level of understanding XZ has for WYB is just. I can’t. He really loves him. The things he decided to use : stars, pouring rain, sea and sunset is so THEM. He might as well add the moon to have the whole cpf symbol set completed. 😂😂😂

And for comparison, XZ wrote these words in his Oasis for the DC wrap-up:

There are two pictures that I really like, one is the beach outside of the Xiangshan hotel balcony, another is the scenery from the highway in the middle of the Hengdian Xianju forest where we frequently ran. These two different places and different views are both places that comforted me when I was lost and helpless. When I was down, I would sit on the balcony, and the sea breeze, the beach and the moonlight would give me the answer; when I was tired, I could rest on the path in between the forest scenes, and upon opening my eyes I would see the raindrops and the fog that would also give me the answer: in each and every moment, I chose to not complain or be negative, I put my all towards each choice and decision I make;

It’s how freakin descriptive he is. He has a way with words that make you “feel” what he is saying or even see it.

2. This part too, about stopping. Slowing down. It’s the same thing XZ said before. Plus in a couple of XZ’s videos, you will see shots of him admiring the sunset.

Time never pauses, but you seem to know the secret of making the world stop occasionally. You use your calmness and poise to welcome and get in touch with the world. Yibo, sunsets are beautiful, just like every dusk that you missed when you focused on forging forward.

AND THE “Yibo,” OMG. I can hear XZ’s voice in my head saying it. It’s too intimate. I know it’s his name but the way it’s written here — Are we even supposed to read this? It feels too personal 😭😭😭

But my answer is always, WYB wants to show off. He wants us to feel single. I’m in a long term relationship and even I felt single 😂😂😂😂

3. “The small number has changed again” referring to his age. There might be no hidden meaning, but some cpfs interpret this as the person who wrote it is older than him. Because he considers yibo’s age as “smaller” than his. Hello to their 6-year age gap. 👋🏼

4. There is 🎂 emoji in this letter compared to previous years. We think it’s because WYB is at home and they are celebrating together, no need to send a virtual cake. There is also some talk of XZ not being photographed today (8.4) on set. I won’t go to that part of Weibo but the fact that some people are nervous that he is suddenly MIA so close to Yibo’s bday is 👀

5. WYB went online for a bit, we thought he was gonna pull the same stunt he did last year and remove the automatic weibo bday post. He didn’t. What did he look at? The love letter? 🤔

6. Someone asked where was the quote “"stay cool, grow up slowly" on Baidu and the most popular answer is it’s from a book 君生我已老. We know XZ is fond of reading. I found a synopsis, and well, interpret it as you will…..

Excuse the google translate but you get the gist. It’s synopsis is also kind of similar to his drama SUNSHINE WITH ME. The part of age gap. Meeting and falling in love then having to separate, only to meet again. So if I’m to speculate that XZ got it here and liked it, maybe that’s why he chose to film SWM even if he has lots of scripts sent his way.

7. Similar with GG, who does not look at challenges in a negative way. How he regards it as a part of life and something he has to overcome.

Just regard all the adversities as the numerous mountains you have to climb and the endless waves you have to ride.

8. I don’t have to explain it that much. They both have a thing for “living with no regrets.” It’s all over their interviews.

As a young man full of mettle, you have no regrets.

I will stop right here. Again, to a lot of us, Xiao Zhan might as well sign his name at the end of the post and we would be like — Okay, we knew that. LOL.

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING YIBO! ♥️👑

[readyandnot]

hot boi summer ‘23 ready rambles :)

buckle in everyone~

ALRIGHT I HAVE A LOT SO WE’LL START FROM THE BEGINNING:

david: a very nice and simple introduction to hot boi summer 23! he makes working out sound hot- ANYWAY angel being a menace as always and david being so soft with them like :,) and angel going to find him i’m crying

the spiciness was good! i just imagine the guy on camera was like “yeah i’m gonna leave them be” lmao

overall a great audio and a nice intro to the lineup :)

vincent: a very good vincent audio in general and i loveee the story for this one! the fact that these two are so comfortable with just doing their own thing and just going to a 7/11 dressed up is amazing. i love their relationship so much. VINCENTS SLURPEEEE I LOVE HIM. the spiciness was so good. I JUST WISH WE GOT A GLIMPSE OF WHAT VINCENT WAS SAYING UGHHHH

overall i love this audio and it’s very cute with a hint of spice :)

avior: AVIORRRRR

this was the one i looked forward to the most (and anton) BECAUSE SPICY WITH AVIOR YES PLEASE. this one is definitely my favorite on so many levels. THE FACT HE MADE STARLIGHT AN OASIS WITH THE OTHER LEVELS AND THE GOLD??? this dude is such a romantic he’s giving gavin and vincent a run for their money. AND THE ENDING??? so good. (lowkey think avior’s a switch) the spiciness was so good, it was simple but that’s what i think the best part about it is, and it was very romantic with the skinny dipping like omg.

i’m so sad this one didn’t win, but the livestream gave me hope that it might be continued like p l e a s e .

overall, the best one imo and i hope it gets continued eventually :)

gavin: a very good hot boi summer addition especially for gavin! seeing the other bois pop in as well in the beginning was amazing :) AND THE REFERENCE TO THE APRON MADE ME FREAK OUT

freelancer and gavin are such menaces and i love them for it, so horny for each other and it’s great. (flashbacks to huxley’s grilling audio anyone?) and the thought of gavin being submissive o m g. i love that idea so much because we have literally never seen that side of him so i am curious about that (maybe in the future?) the spiciness was amazing and i’m very sure they had a great time back at fl’s place lol

overall a solid great audio and definitely in my top five for this lineup :)

lasko: lasko lasko lasko. this one was great!!! i love seeing their relationship continue to grow and seeing how much lasko has changed since we first saw him! especially in the aspect that he’s used to taking things further but the fact that this is different to him :,) do you hear me crying. i love how easy the listener seems to be with lasko and how much of a calming presence they are for him, i know this relationship is going to be a great one! i hope soon we get an audio of the listener meeting the damn gang and fl! (and hopefully a nickname i’m begging) the spiciness is simple and i’m glad we’re seeing this change of pace!

overall, a nice change of things and i like this audio a lot!

elliott: I LOVE THIS ONE A LOT (this is probably my second favorite) it’s so good!! and it’s nice/bittersweet to see elliott and sunshine happy (like please can they be together again i’m crying) THE DRAGON. don’t even get me started-

the role play i cant- now i know these two definitely play dnd. elliott breaking out of character was hilarious and sunshine actually having some powers was a great idea!! the ending- (i’m crying). this relationship is so good they need to be with each other and i miss them being happy :( the spiciness is great in this one and so so so romantic ughhh

overall, i love this audio and it’s a solid addition to the lineup (i also love the irony of the coolness)

asher: one of the more tame ones and that’s not a bad thing! it’s definitely one of the sweetest audios in the whole channel because omg. asher is so emotionally intelligent and i’m so proud of him for how much he’s grown since the inversion!!! he knows who he is and how life can change so he’s using it to his advantage and i love that for him and babe :) their dynamic is great as always and the spiciness was good! (hopefully they were fine in the car lmao)

the horn part was hilarious and so on point lol

overall, a nice audio! very sweet with a little spice :)

guy: very tame for a guy audio which surprised me! i feel like this one was more focused on guy struggling to make it up to honey which i love because guy is such a menace lol

honey is such a saint but i love seeing how soft they can be with guy while still being a little grumpy (it is cute in guys defense) and i love their relationship and how it’s come to be so far!

the ending was great which added to the spiciness and it was hilarious at the same time, only guy can do that lmao

overall, a very simple but good audio! :)

anton: this one. (do you hear me sobbing.) the story and the dynamic was just in point and the references to the work AND THE PLANT I AM C R Y I N G. as soon as he said gift i knew it would be the plant :,(

seeing how devoted the listener and anton are to each other is beautiful. and how sweet they are with each other even if they seem like complete opposites. AND ANTONS WORDS WERE BEAUTIFUL (even if he said he’s not a man of many words i don’t care) the spiciness was so good too and very natural! it was soooo nice to see that side of anton and i wouldn’t mind if this one was continued :)

overall a lovely audio and probably my third favorite of the lineup :)

damien and huxley: THIS ONE WAS AMAZING. the ba was phenomenal and i’m honestly not mad that they got it, they deserved it and lived up to my expectations!!! the beginning was awesome and i loveee their convos so much more than i should. (the fact that gavin and fl burned the food doesn’t surprise me lol) AND THE SWITCH WITH THEM I CANTTT

the spiciness was great, it felt so natural and they are so great together.

overall (because i’m not gonna spoil the ba) i love this audio. i love them. and it would be unfair for me to put them in the ranking because it’s so good.

sam: this was a great audio!! i love the idea of sam being in the club and just being so awkward lol so i’m glad it’s now canon. THE WHOLE GROUP AS WELL LIKE YES THANK YOU REDACTED. (and the fact that david’s on the dance floor i’m deceased)

their dynamic is so good as always. and the visuals you get from this are great! seeing how they are finally letting loose after dealing with quinn is a great thing and i’m so happy for them. (also the vibes with this one were so good i was dancing the entire time.) the spiciness was so good, just imagining darlin “dancing” with sam like sheeesh

overall a great addition to to the lineup and to sam in general :)

milo: LAST BUT NOT LEAST. this one was so sweet and so relatable. (like i relate to sweetheart so much it’s not even funny.) the fact that they are so comfortable with each other and how sweetheart is stressed over vacation being over is a mood and i love how milo comforts them over it. HE KNOWS EXACTLY THE RIGHT THING TO SAY/DO AND I LOVE HIM. the spiciness was great and i love seeing them together like that because they are always so needy for each other it’s crazy. (and not a bad thing either-)

overall a great audio and i love milo so much. :)

(i am not including nick you better believe that)

now for my ranking: (not counting huxley/damien)

avior

elliott

anton

sam

gavin

milo

vincent

asher

lasko

david

NOW- i’m gonna be a little controversial but i don’t think sam deserved the ba. for a couple reasons: one, he already had one last month. and it was a good one too! i understand that his hbs was good but there are other boys who deserved it. which goes into my second reason, other boys who either haven’t gotten one (anton/avior) or who haven’t had one for a long time (elliott/gavin) i feel deserved to get the ba. putting favoritism aside it makes sense! lastly, (after listening to sams ba) i feel sam’s ba was underwhelming to be honest. there were moments that were amazing but the rest just felt like a normal ba. i was hoping there would be more to it but unfortunately not (for me at least). AND i understand that avior won the poll for an update (i don’t think it should have won btw) but i don’t think that should matter if it was something in the past if that makes sense.

overall, this years was great and i’m very happy in general! new people and the theme was awesome as well with the rewind! (here’s hoping one more is continued at least)

i cant wait for next year’s :)

what’s next: hush happened…. that shit was crazy.

i think avior is next? i’m so excited to get an update eeeee

if you made it this far, thanks for reading this rant and i hope you have a great morning/day/night

HAPPY HOT BOI SUMMER YALL

[paranoid-rhythm]

「Chaldea Treasure Hunting!」 Asclepius Edition (Translation)

Asclepius: So you've come huh, Master? As expected of my patron. 

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Asclepius: Alright, it seems we've arrived at our destination.

As the supervisor for this bounty, or should I say, treasure hunt, I expect that you have the courage to accompany me.

With this heat, and this environment, I wonder what kind of wonderful diseases, and the Holy Grail is waiting for me. I'm very much looking forward to it. 

Jason: Hey~ can you hear me? Oh! So you're there, Master! I'll be your support for today! So you should thank and venerate me! 

Asclepius: Sigh... Oh right, that's the case. Since everyone in Chaldea's support team is busy working on something else, he volunteered himself to do this. 

Jason: That's right! Just tell me if you feel like riding a huge ship right now! 

Asclepius: It's all land out here though, did you volunteer just to say that?

Jason: No, I didn't! Absolutely not! Well, whatever. First things first, head to the big city about 5 kilometers from here. A response from the Holy Grail is coming from that direction. Alright! You guys! It's time to depart!

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Asclepius: It's quite the lively town, huh. This seems like it could result in all sorts of ailments. Come on, Master, hurry and find a patient!

Guda: Asclepius, this is bad!

Asclepius: T-this is...!!! You're telling me that you woke up this morning and found that your shark-rough dry skin has worsened and you've become a real shark?! Hey, tell me when did the symptoms start? Did you have any fever? Answer me quickly and accurately!

I see. That is quite interesting indeed. Here, take this Anti-Shark Head Remedy. If you rest for a while, then there shouldn't be any problems. Well then, my next patient is waiting so I'll excuse myself. Take care of yourself.

Jason! Where's the next patient's response coming from? 

Jason: Hey, hurry and look for the Holy Grail already! The reaction from the Holy Grail is coming from inside the temple in this town. Now that I've told you where it is, I’m going to take a break! And with that, I'll leave the rest to you, Asclepius! 

Asclepius: Sigh... Good grief, what a capricious captain. Anyway, let's head for the temple. It's this way. 

Guda: Huh? An oasis...?

Asclepius: What are you doing? Hurry up and sit right here. Hm. Well, it’s no surprise you’re shocked. You're probably wondering why there’s no Holy Grail and no enemies, right? This is all arranged by the Chaldea staff. They wanted to show their appreciation for your hard work, so I accepted the task of bringing you here. Taking care of the Master’s health is also part of my job after all.

Master, you’ve been working hard for humanity and its peaceful future. But if you ever find yourself struggling because you’ve pushed yourself too hard, and find it truly difficult, let me know. I promise I’ll use my medical skills to save you without fail. Do you understand?

Guda: Thank you, Asclepius!

Asclepius: What, I just said what any reputable doctor will say. In any case, you seem healthy at the moment. But since this is a good opportunity, let’s do a check-up. 

Have you noticed any changes in your health recently? Your temperature... is normal. Hmm, it looks like there’s no issue. Well then, I’d like you to be a test subject for this newly formulated medicine I've prepared. Now, give me your arm. Even if it hurts and you want to cry out, just bear with it until we know how this medicine works.

Heh. Looks like the hypnotic effect is starting to work. Master, make sure to rest well. Take care of yourself, okay?

[honeycollectswhump]

Warmth

[masterlist]

it doesn't look like it but this is a comfy drabble, i promise!! the inspo (and wish for some comfort) is from @whumpcloud. you've read this already but here <3

CW: dehumanisation, abandonment issues, pet whump, self-loathing

It is still dark outside when Mutt wakes up, drenched in sweat, panting from memories that haunt his brain. A moment later, he realises what woke him up, as the night sky is lit up by a flash of lightning, a growling thunder following only moments later. Mutt can feel the rumbling deep down in his bones, making him shiver. 

He had been locked outside once during a thunderstorm, the punishment still fresh in his mind. Bound and gagged, of course, so he couldn’t draw attention to himself with his pathetic whimpering and keening.

There had been rain and hail, soaking him to the bone, making the Mutt even more susceptible to the unforgiving cold seeping into his joints. He had wanted nothing more than a shred of his old Master’s mercy, as the thunder rolled over him. 

Mutt shakes his head to rid himself of the memories, his fingers twitching. He won’t be able to fall back asleep, he knows, but he needs to be fit enough to serve his Master in the morning!

Almost on auto-pilot, Mutt gets out of bed. He has to be careful when standing up, his mangled legs still struggling to hold him up. When he walks to his door, he no longer avoids stepping on the rug. 

Aimlessly, he wanders onto the dim corridor, the old wood creaking under his irregular and heavy steps. Mutt tries not to be too loud, lest he wakes Master up. Fatigue tugs at his eyelids, making them droop, and his stroll does little to clear his muddy mind. He stumbles around, losing time.

Suddenly, he feels something cold and hard and when his eyes focus again, he is holding the handle to his Master’s bedroom in his ruined hand, the door already opened a crack. Just barely, he can see the sleeping form of his Master, curled up under the covers, her hands loosely clasped together in front of her face and oh–

He is Atlas now, isn’t he?

As if in a trance, Atlas enters her room, still not quite here, not quite there. Something pulls him forwards, a pressure getting stronger with each step, like a moth fluttering towards the light. He forces himself to stop a couple of steps away from her, ignoring how empty it makes him feel.

Hasn’t she given enough for him? Must he now also take her sleep? Her rest?

Atlas forces his mind to blank and himself to stop, to turn around as silently as possible. She needs her rest for all the troubles he’ll inevitably bring her in the morning, when he can’t get a hold of himself, can’t do the things a human is supposed to do. He can’t keep taking and taking and taking from her, but some part of him craves her presence so much and he despises himself for it. Maybe he will never be anything but a Pet but for some reason he can’t place, that seems so intrinsically connected to his very being, he only feels whole when he’s with her. 

For a moment, he is outside again, chained and gagged in the freezing rain, thoroughly unwanted. This time, it is Atlas who holds the key, dangling it just out of reach from his desperate self. He understands his old Master now, he thinks, understands why he locked a creature like him out. It is only right. 

Before he can take another step, he hears a sleepy groan right behind him, freezing up. Atlas fears looking around, fears seeing Master’s hateful gaze, even though he can’t conjure up a fitting image, no matter how hard he tries. He still does –of course he does– his breath catching in his throat. 

With her eyes still closed, Aveline has lifted one arm to hold her blanket up, as if inviting him in. Like a man dying of thirst discovering a miracle oasis, Atlas stumbles closer. It seems too good to be true and if there is one thing he has learned, it’s that no good ever befalls a Pet like him. Still, he wants to hope.

“For me?” Atlas croaks into the dark, as hushed as his damaged vocal cords allow him. 

Her response is nothing more than a drowsy mhm and a light, lazy gesture with her hand. Hesitantly, Atlas steps closer. He shouldn’t know how this goes, should be overwhelmed with the very real possibility of doing this wrong and subsequently being thrown out. But he isn’t.

The movements feel like second nature, even as he navigates his bulky frame first onto her bed and then into the embrace of the much smaller woman. Atlas doesn’t have to think, his body moves on its own, which is undoubtedly a good thing because if he allowed himself to process what he was doing, he’d surely panic. 

As he lays down on his side, Aveline lowers her arm to cover him with the blanket too, then settles it over the side of his chest. It should be the worst crime a Pet like him could commit, to lay his head on her soft pillow, to curl up against her warm body, to feel her snuggle up against his marred back. But for some reason, it doesn’t feel like a crime. It just feels like home. 

Atlas deflates in her arms, sighing. Her touch is tender, not restricting, tethering Atlas to this world, as sobs start to build up in his chest against his will. If he cries now, he will surely ruin the best thing his life has ever allowed him. 

Maybe this is a dream and tomorrow he will wake up alone in his own bed but none of that matters in this moment. Unconsciously, his crooked hand searches for hers, clinging to it. Aveline squeezes it back, as a couple of stray silent tears start to escape his eyes.

Her body is warm and she holds him tight. Atlas can feel her resting her head softly against the nape of his neck, whispering that Everything is going to be alright.

Atlas sniffles, his tears soaking into the pillow. They lay like that for a while, Aveline’s thumb stroking soothingly over the back of his hand, careful with the raised scar tissue.

Pets like him aren’t made for this kind of comfort, this all-encompassing warmth; her kindness feels like an unbelievable gift. He’d do anything for her, Atlas decides, as his eyes grow heavy and start to slip close. He can’t hear the harsh thunder anymore, can’t feel the cold rain.

Atlas knows he doesn’t deserve it, even as he falls asleep, but–

He wishes someone had been this kind to him before.

[ericsprincess]

you’re like an oasis in front of my eyes PART 2

part 1

~~~

Finally, the day has ended. 

You sigh and sit down on the sand. The beach spot you picked is right on the last dry part, where the sea meets the beach and slow waves wash over the shore so you take off your shoes and socks and let your tired feet enjoy the coolness of the sea water. What a blissful feeling, to finally sit down after another day of hard work. The fish you caught in the morning are already cleaned and stored to be sold, your boat has been tidied up and docked, so when you finished all of your tasks, you headed off to your favorite spot at the small secluded lagoon. You definitely deserve a treat today.

The sun is already setting and after you spend some time just relaxing and enjoying the calmness of the sea, warmth of the sand and nice refreshing breeze, you grab the seashell pendant that you’ve been wearing for the past few months. You gently blow into it and it makes no sound, except for a low whisper and you lean back on your elbows and wait. 

In a minute, a head pops out far in the sea in front of you and you chuckle as you can see it looking around until it spots you, and disappears right away back under the water. 

There is a small ripple of water coming towards you and it ends in a few seconds when suddenly Hyunjae appears at the shore, trying to flop himself out of the water and next to you. It looks hilarious. 

“You really need to work on your seductive beaching technique,” you tease him, and he drops next to you, out of breath. He has some seaweed in his hair, so you lift your hand to take it off him. 

“Shut up Miss Just-Walk-Out, it’s really fucking hard, okay? It’s not like I’m supposed to do it and the rocks there are really sharp,” he groans. “I’m gonna ruin my scales if we don’t find a better spot without the rocks in the sand.” 

“Yeah, we can’t have that. I won’t be fucking you, if you’re not the prettiest fishy in the sea, right?” you mock him and poke his cheek. He feigns offense and reaches forward to splash some water back at you. 

“Speaking of,” he says. “Am I correct to assume you called me here for your weekly fish-fucking session?” he grins. And he is indeed correct. You had a long day and you thought you could unwind by spending some quality time with your favorite marine booty-call. 

This has become sort of a habit between you two. You summon him with the shell and he always arrives, exactly like he promised. Usually, you spend a few mutually very enjoyable hours with him, hidden in the lagoon, but it’s not a rule. Sometimes you’re too tired, so you just talk and enjoy each other's company. You talk about life on the ground, about your work, people you know and whatever you want to talk to, and he does the same. He seems very interested about how things work “up there” and also excited to share with you about his life under water. So now you also know random things like, not only mermaids but the sea witches also being real - and actually they are mostly friendly. (“Witches? Like, Ursula?” “Who? No, his name is Kevin.”). Sometimes, he brings you small gifts, usually random jewelry from various lost treasures or whatever tourists lost in the sea or some especially pretty shells. And you pay him back in little matchbox cars, since you’ve noticed he’s really fascinated by cars he sometimes sees on the beach or the road close to it (“They are like boats with legs!”). You always have a good time with Hyunjae. 

But today, you know you don’t want to just talk. “Yeah, that’s exactly why I called you,” you grin and he doesn’t waste time to turn to you and kiss you deeply. His hands roam around your body, unbuttoning your shirt while you reach under it and unclip your bra so you can shrug off both of them at once. Once he has free access to your tits, he immediately attaches his mouth to your nipple, sucking and licking while his hand plays with your other breast. You can feel yourself already getting wet so you take off your pants and let him push his hands inside your panties. He already knows your body too well and he knows you like being played with and fingered before you fuck. He rubs your clit gently, circles his fingers around it and you can’t help but whine a little. You already want his fingers inside, but he also knows that so he won’t give it to you this easily, just to annoy you. He keeps just gently touching, sometimes moving to touch around your opening but never pushing in and while it feels good and you know you eventually could come from this, it’s not what you want right now. But Hyunjae likes being annoying so he keeps doing it until you lose patience and pull on his hair roughly, making him unlatch from your nipple. 

“Come one, don’t be an asshole,” you whine. 

“Me? Never,” he laughs, but does indeed push his long and slender fingers inside. You love it so much, the combination of your tits being sucked and his fingers fucking you deep is something you will never get bored of. 

You touch him too, you’re grabbing his biceps and his back to feel his muscle, but eventually you have to pull him off you again, just so you can slide lower next to him on the sand. You kiss him once for good measure while you run your hands lower, down his body, where the scaled part begins. You smooth your hands down the scales gently, until you find the spot, where his crotch would be if he had legs like a human. It’s already a bit moist and you feel around it until you can sense the scales part and his cock unsheathes. 

This was so weird for you the first time he let it out, after spending an awkward couple of minutes to convince the ever-so-skeptical you that yes, he definitely has a cock. He does, and it was a really strange experience to see a vaguely human-looking cock appear from inside of a sheath under the scales. The color is different though, it has a teal tint, like his scales rather than the color of his skin and the tip of it is more ridged and pointy. It also self-lubricates and you’re really trying not to think about how it visually resembles a tentacle, because it still weirds you out a little. It does feel like a human cock though, and the size and thickness of it fills you up nicely, which usually makes you forget about any lingering weirdness. 

It even tastes good, you recall a particular memory in your mind and you know your ears just got red.

You run your hand over it and it gets even wetter - clearly, Hyunjae is also ready and impatient and he thrusts into your hand. You push him on his back and climb over him. You’re so horny, you don’t want to waste time anymore and with Hyunjae being on the shore, the options for the positions are limited - unless you would go fuck in the water inside the lagoon, having Hyunjae hold you both in the water while fucking into you relentlessly, making water splash around. 

You sit on his cock, taking a moment to let your body adjust and then you just lean forwards and start riding him, with your hands on his chest, groping his tits. Hyunjae grabs you by your waist and does his best to thrust upwards, even though it’s difficult for him. His tail slaps on the ground sometimes, living its own life as usual. Your knees are digging into the wet sand as you’re moving with quickening tempo and you’re getting exhausted but you can’t stop - the ridges feel so good inside you and the slide is impossibly wet - you can’t even tell if this much wetness is coming more from you or him. The squelching sound it makes should be disgusting but you love it and you know Hyunjae loves it too. 

“I’m close,” you’re getting out of breath, but you’re not stopping, trying to reach your climax soon. 

“Me too,” he whispers, pulling you down so he can kiss you deeply and pinch your nipple with one hand. He already knows it gets you to come immediately when you’re already this close and that’s exactly what happens now too - you’re coming and Hyunjae has to hold you tightly as you’re moving, so that you don’t fall off. He thrusts up few times and you feel everything getting even wetter as he comes into you with a moan, cock grinding deeper into you.

You continue to kiss as you come down from your orgasms, until you can’t hold yourself above him anymore and exhaustedly flop down next to him. He turns to you and looks into your eyes with an uncharacteristically soft look and kisses you once sweetly. You smile and cuddle up to him. The sun has already set down and the sea glitters under the night sky. 

~~~

Nothing. You frown. 

You blow into the shell once again. And wait. 

Nothing. 

You’re doing your best to not start to panic. Hyunjae never doesn’t come. 

Your mind is already running like a hamster in a wheel. Is he not interested anymore? Did something happen to him? 

But it’s all in vain. He’s not coming and you have no means to find out why. 

You pick up your stuff from the sand and get up to leave the lagoon. 

It was great while it lasted, you sigh. 

~~~

Few days later and Hyunjae is still on your mind. 

It’s not like you know any more information, you just keep thinking about it constantly. And you’re sad about how it ended. 

So you decide to go drown your sorrows in the local bar. 

You’re going strong, full moping mode, sitting alone behind the bard, a third glass of whiskey on ise in front of you, when someone taps on your shoulder. 

“Miss, the fish you ordered is here.” 

You turn around, already annoyed and ready to yell at anyone who dares to even talk to you, much less to crack some dumb jokes. 

You stop in surprise. 

Hyunjae. In full human glory. Standing. 

“What the fuck are you?” you whisper. 

“I think I have a déja vu, you should really work on your greetings,” he grins, and you snap out of your astonishment. You shake your head. 

“Shut up, smartass. Mind explaining all that?” you wave your hand vaguely at his legs. “And start with the disappearance,” you frown at him. You’re really happy to see him, but you don’t dare yet to truly believe it.

“Sorry about that. I wanted to surprise you, but it took longer than I expected. The bureaucracy is insane lately.. You also wouldn’t believe how many papers and permits you need for this. It also took some time until I got my legs, so that was a whole thing..” he scratches his head. 

“Actually, how did you even get those? I didn’t know it could be possible?” you ask out of curiosity. 

“Yeah so, like… I may have made a pact with Kevin..”

“The sea witch? Did you have to..trade anything?” you’re horrified. You know life is not like a Disney cartoon, but you still jump to this conclusion, however irrational it is. At least he has his voice still. You wonder what he might be missing now. 

“Yeah… I had to give up my matchbox collection. That jealous fucker had been eyeing them for so long, so you better get me some new ones. Oh. OH!” Hyunjae’s eyes suddenly glitter with excitement.  “Can I get a real one? Do you have any?” 

Oh no. 

“Can I try to drive it?” 

“Hyunjae..” 

“Can we fuck it it?” he asks loudly and you see people in the bar turning their heads to you two to look at the source of noise and inappropriate exclamations. 

You grab Hyunjae, who is grinning widely, fully aware he’s embarrassing you in front of strangers, by his arm and start dragging him out of the bar. 

You can’t even guess what kind of mess you’re getting yourself into, but you know one thing for sure - you will definitely not be bored with him. 

[sl33paholics]

Fading Hues of Affection

Old Joseph Joestar (4) x black!fem! reader

Warning(s): Mentions of infidelity (on Joseph's part) angst, and death

This is after Kira killed himself on the ambulance or wtv. Is it bad that I wrote this while listening to Christmas music? Shit be making me feel jolly while wirting sad stuff. Also, I realized while proofreading this shit sad asf I feel so bad for the old man

What a hot day.

The sun's relentless rays painted the sky in hues of intense blue. The air shimmered with waves of heat, and the parched earth craved relief. The distant hum of cicadas provided a soundtrack to the sweltering afternoon as people sought refuge in the shade, and the promise of a cooling breeze became a whispered wish on every sun-drenched lip.

The two of you were sitting at a park, seeking solace beneath the outstretched branches of a large oak tree on a bench. The grass beneath was dry, a muted green, mirroring the effects of the scorching sun. Despite the oppressive heat, a shared gaze and a subtle smile passed between you two, creating a small oasis of connection amid the sizzling summer day. The distant laughter of children playing on the swings and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze provided a gentle counterpoint to the relentless heat, as if nature itself conspired to offer moments of respite.

"I haven't seen you in so long, (Y/N). Over 50 years, probably more?" Joseph mused, breaking the nostalgic silence. The words carried the weight of shared memories, and as you looked into each other's eyes, it was as if time had folded upon itself, revealing the echoes of a friendship that weathered the years. The laughter of children and the rustling leaves seemed to fade momentarily as the past and present intertwined beneath the shade of the oak tree. He asked, "It's a relief to see you in Japan; were you visiting?" His eyes, weathered by time, held a mix of curiosity and genuine warmth.

With a reminiscent smile, you replied, "Hmm~ yes, I was actually. I heard it was summer over here and I wanted to spend a few weeks here away from New York."

Joseph's gaze held a gentle understanding as he listened to your words. "New York to Japan, that's quite the journey. Sometimes, the pull of distant memories can guide us across continents," he mused, a subtle nod accentuating his sentiment.

"Sorry for not keeping in contact." He'd suddenly say, making you lower your gaze. "It's like one day I'm crashing my own funeral, next thing you know we're married with children going onto parenthood." The last part making you chuckle. A shared laughter that echoed with the familiarity of shared experiences.

With a soft smile, you replied, "Life has a way of fast-forwarding, ain't it? But here we 're, on a bench, catching up on the chapters we missed. No apologies needed, Joseph; our friendship has its own rhythm." You commented. The old guy couldn't help but smile a subtle acknowledgment of the shared understanding that time and distance hadn't diminished the camaraderie forged over decades.

"Oh, that brings me back to when I first met you. Suzi and I were eating out. Then bam! You and Caesar were out there groaning about practice, mainly you though," You continued, a playful glint in your eyes. The rustling leaves seemed to mimic the laughter that echoed through the park, as if nature itself shared in the amusement of that long-ago moment.

Joseph chuckled, "Ah, yes, those were the days. Little did we know how those casual encounters would lay the foundation for a lifetime of memories. The groans, the camaraderie, all of it—it feels like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?" You nodded in agreement, the oak tree stood witness, its branches cradling the tales of friendship that unfolded beneath its timeless shade.

It was quiet for a moment before the old Joestar spoke. "...you think Caesar would've been proud to see me today? See...us?" Joseph asked, his gaze reflecting a mix of nostalgia. The question hung in the air, carrying the weight of a friendship that had weathered in loss.

You met Joseph's eyes, a thoughtful expression on your face. "Absolutely, Joseph. He'd seen the strength that brought us to this moment. I believe Caesar would have been proud to see the friendship continuing, he's surely smiling down on us now." You put your hand on his back making a circular motion, a comforting gesture that echoed the years of understanding between you two.

A fat smile appeared on Joseph's face. Your touch felt so foreign to him, maybe because it's been forever since he's seen or heard from you. As your attention went elsewhere, he took his time to examine you. For your age, you looked beautiful. As if wrinkles and saggy old skin were allergic to even appear on your body, being in your 70s, you surely looked like you were still in your 20s. Your blown out afro once black now turned gray.

Joseph would be lying if he kept telling himself that he hadn't thought about you for so long. Those feelings he had once for you in his teens were "long gone." But there was no way he'd let himself act on it. He couldn't just let himself fall in love with someone else who didn't see him in that light and certainly wouldn't love him back. Especially since you're married. You're a wonderful woman – a great friend to him. Joseph didn't want to make those same mistakes he did with Suzi. It wouldn't be fair to her.

"Thanks for everything." Joseph would say, making you bring your attention back to him. "No problem, I heard you're returning back to America, so you won't be here for much longer. Tell Suzi I said hello." His heart felt like it was breaking into pieces when he had to slip away from you once more to go back home.

"Of course! She'd love to know that I got to talk to you. We'll have lots of time to talk once we're in America," Joseph let out a laugh before his ring tone went off. "An important phone call?" You'd ask, watching him stand up with the help of his cane. "The boat leaves today. I wish we could talk more, but I have to get going." He gave you a sad smile, knowing that the conversation would come to an end.

"We'll meet again in the States, right?" You asked. Joseph could only nod in response. "Then I'll speak to you once my vacation is over." You stood up as well, giving the old guy a bear hug. Your scent was intoxicating. Joseph didn't want you to let go. He missed you too much. "You take care now, okay? You can call me anytime." The older man couldn't hide the tears in his eyes as he held you close.

Joseph squeezed your hands one last time before he made his departure. You waved before looking down at your dress, seeing small wet marks. You weren't sure if you should wipe them. Should you tell Joseph? You wouldn't want to embarrass him. If only you knew the feelings that old fox had for you for all these years.