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musingmeaninglessly · 1 year ago

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Watching Across the Spiderverse w/ Lo'ak & Neteyam (ft. Spider)

A/N; Since so many of us crossover into both these fandoms, I came up with this fun idea. Also, it was kinda inspired by the cute human drabbles that @littletrippyyhippyy writes! Hope y'all enjoy, I made myself laugh writing this, at least 😂

Warnings; Bit of swearing. Spider loses it. Lo'ak's a dummy. Spoilers for both movies, I guess??? Human reader. Kinda proofread.

Summary; You convince Neteyam and Lo'ak to watch Across the Spiderverse with you. They have some questions...

"OH. MY. GOD."

From your sudden verbal outburst, it's safe for the Sully brothers next to you to assume that you enjoyed the movie.

Across the Spiderverse, to be exact.

"That was incredible!! You guys liked it, right? Of course you did! You loved it! Tell me how much you loved it!!" you ramble, excitedly jumping up from your seat on the couch, turning to face your two Na'vi friends.

It had all been Jake's idea. Ever since you arrived on Pandora five years ago, his sons had become more interested in learning about human culture, from different foods to pop culture. The Sully patriarch had a feeling that their interest had piqued because of you specifically, but that was an avenue to be ventured down another time.

The brothers had happily agreed to watch this movie with you, despite having no idea what a spider is or why it should be attributed to any man. But, they couldn't turn down any time spent with you.

After begging Norm to somehow source the long-awaited sequel to Into the Spiderverse, you had ushered them over to the shack through the comms system. Whether you believed in the deity or not, you thanked God for Norm and his ways. Wi-Fi on Pandora was sketchy at best and just about held up for the odd email. Yet, somehow, Norm had got a hold of the new cinematic release so that you wouldn't have to suffer through streaming it.

And for you, it had been so worth the wait. You had loved every damn second. When Into the Spiderverse came out, you had been preparing to leave Earth. It was crazy to think how much had changed in the five years since you arrived on Pandora, a theme that had been mirrored in the movie.

Whipping your head round from the projector screen, where the movie credits rolled, Neteyam and Lo'ak would've marvelled at the joy lighting up your face if they hadn't been so damn confused. Neteyam looked as though he were about to say something but was continuously rephrasing it in his mind. Whereas Lo'ak just came straight out with it, amber eyes narrowed. "I'm confused..."

"By what?" you scrunch your face up. You had taken time to explain the whole premise of the Marvel universe to the brothers. Apparently they hadn't caught on just yet.

"Everything. Why could that Miles guy walk upside down? Why were there so many man spiders? And when will he kiss the blonde girl??"

"Lo'ak, I explained it all to you! Miles got bit by a radioactive Spider in the first movie, couldn't save his uncle Aaron, and you should know the rest!" you flop in between the brothers in an over-dramatic way, resuming your seat from earlier.

Lo'ak's brows knit together in a childish sort of way, but he smirks teasingly. "I can't ask questions now? Not my fault your dumb human movie makes no sense... OW!"

Neteyam's slap up the side of Lo'ak's head puts him back in his place. You exchange an amused glance with the oldest Sully brother, before giving Lo'ak a nudge in the ribs.

"Shut up, skxawng. Not my fault you didn't pay attention! The movie was amazing, right Neteyam?"

Neteyam looks a little caught off guard as you ask his opinion. In truth, he's a little confused by the story too, but he had paid better attention to your precursory Marvel lesson.

"It was...interesting." he muses thoughtfully, before Lo'ak cuts him off.

"I got another question! Why, Y/N, did you blush whenever that big guy came on the screen?"

His shit-eating smirk would have annoyed you if your thoughts hadn't been redirected to your favourite hunky Spider-Man.

"Oh, Miguel?" you ask before sighing dreamily. The brothers watch you in amusement as you resemble an ice pop melting in the August sun. "He's yummy..."

"Gross! He was a jerk!" Lo'ak exclaims. "He looked like he was about to explode he was so huge! Is this really what you human girls like?"

Grabbing the remote from you, Lo'ak rewinds the movie to a still of Miguel, immediately wishing he hadn't when you squeal in delight. As you do, though, he not-so-subtly flexes his biceps to compare with your animated crush.

"You got a way to go, bro" Neteyam chortles, eyeing his brother's lanky arms in amusement. Lo'ak just rolls his eyes.

"Whatever. That guy was an asshole. Did you see the way he yelled at Miles?" Lo'ak waves his arms around and it's honestly amusing to you how invested he appears to be in the movie.

"Kinda reminded me of you and your Dad..." you tap your chin in thought, grinning at the sputtering sound of laughter that comes from Neteyam beside you. Once again, Lo'ak scowls, but it doesn't stop you adding, "...on a good day..."

Neteyam loses it then and there, his usual coyness replaced with hysterical laughter that forces him to reach for the Co2 ask around his neck. Even Lo'ak cracks a small smile at your quip, and soon you're all laughing together.

That is, until the moment is interrupted by your human brother from another mother.

"Hey guys! I got snacks for the movie, I can't wait to see i-"

Spider's eyes widen with betrayal as they land on the rolling credits on the screen. His jaw drops, as do the snacks that he's holding. You can only bite your lip and stifle a laugh as his focus turns to you, pointing an accusing finger. "YOU."

"Spider, I'm sorry but you took too long!" you leap up, backing away from him. He's taller than you, after all, and evidently pissed. The sight makes Neteyam and Lo'ak snicker a little, although they are a bit worried for you...

"You watched the whole damn thing without me!" Spider is not far away from throwing a hissy fit, and it takes everything in you not to explode with laughter. Hands outstretched, you look as though you're taming a wild mountain banshee. At the moment, Spider certainly resembles one. "YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE SPIDER-MAN, Y/N! WHY DO YOU THINK EVERYONE CALLS ME SPIDER?"

"I thought it was because of your hair, bro..." Lo'ak teases, truly testing your resolve where laughter is concerned.

"BRO-"

"Let's calm down..." Neteyam chuckles, standing up to try and calm Spider down in his big-brotherly way, "We'll watch it again, right Y/N?"

"Of course!" you squeak, growing a little nervous at Spider's impending wrath. So much so that after hiding behind Neteyam, you dart towards the door, giggling as you run away from the taller human boy.

"Y/N! YOU. ARE. DEAD!"

There's a mad chase, but the Sully brothers look at each other in amusement as they hear your high-pitched laughter resounding through the corridor.

"Looks like we're watching the man spiders again, bro..." Lo'ak turns to his brother.

"Yeah, looks that way..." Neteyam grins.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 2 years ago

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Hero rescued villain, and brought them into their house, villain offers to pay for their expenses living at the house before leaving. And hero’s heart breaks. Because they can’t explain it to villain on how many levels he’s wrong. Also make it gay.

The villain’s gaze wouldn’t rest. His eyes jumped from spot to spot on the carpet and the hero had almost thought — nearly feared — there were stains on it. But no, embarrassment never reached him but instead, his mind filled with questions.

Eventually, the villain let out an insincere chuckle and scratched the back of his neck. Nervousness had followed him ever since the hero had taken him to his place.

“Funny thing, though. I actually only have like ninety dollars in my bank account,” the villain said, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

The hero raised his eyebrows as the gears in his brain turned and turned. Despite the villain’s unpredictability, he felt relatively safe with him in his own house.

The villain could be very calm when he needed to be but the restlessness was undoubtedly related to the nervousness. Maybe that was the embarrassment the hero had searched for. Maybe the villain was embarrassed.

Oh god, was the hero being awkward again?

“What do you mean?” he asked. He tilted his head and observed the villain’s fidgety fingers. Long and slim fingers that had little wounds cut into them here and there. Proof of the villain’s imperfections. Proof of the villain’s mortality. Of their vulnerability.

“I don’t know if that’s enough. I’ll be gone by tomorrow, don’t worry. I don’t know how much you want from me.” The hero felt stupid for not knowing what the villain was talking about. For a moment, he accused himself of staring too much, of admiring too much. But he only allowed those thoughts for mere seconds.

“Huh?”

The villain looked up, looking weaker than ever sitting right there on the hero’s bed. A tired face of hunted prey. Sometimes he looked angelic, the hero thought. And other times, he looked like an angel that had fallen from heaven.

But it was all the same. He looked tortured, haunted, in every minute of his life.

And didn’t the hero just want to be that person who could change that? The one and only who could take all the weight from the villain’s shoulders and all his worries from him?

He knew he wasn’t that. But, hell, he craved to help the villain. Craved to be a hero, truly a hero, for once and save someone from drowning.

“I mean, I will obviously not be staying here for free. But I’m short on money right now and…” He inhaled deeply and made an involuntarily weak sound.

“Wait,” the hero said. He shook his head slightly and repeated the villain’s words in his head. “You want to pay for staying here?”

“…yes.”

His heart crumbled a bit. Losing both his hideouts with all his equipment was probably bad enough but then feeling like he had to pay the hero to stay here…

“I don’t want your money,” the hero said.

“What do you want then?”

A fraction of you. A taste.

“Nothing,” the hero said. Now he was the one who avoided eye contact. He tried to clean his mind. The villain was easy on the eyes, brilliantly easy but this wasn’t the right moment. The hero and his little crush had been going hand in hand for months now and slowly, it was driving him mad. Whenever the villain looked defeated or needy, the hero’s knees got weak.

Stupid timing.

“I don’t want anything from you,” he said again. “You’re a guest in my home and not someone who booked a hotel room.”

“Are you sure?” the villain asked softly. “I could get more money from elsewhere.”

The hero blushed, simply because the villain’s voice had gone this soft.

Horrible timing.

“Just tell me what you want me to make for dinner and we’re square.” The hero turned around quickly so the villain wouldn’t notice his spreading blush. “I’ll check on you later if that’s alright…”

When he had calmed his racing heart, he decided to make lots of dessert for the villain. No one should mistake kindness for a debt.

#BEEEE WHO YOU ARE #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #mlm #happy slay month

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aeryssickfics · 8 months ago

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Just finished reading chapter 2 of Here for You and I have,,, so many thoughts, I'm losing my mind. I might scream again after inevitably rereading it another handful of times

I absolutely adore how you write them!! Argh!! 10/10!! Cyno's introduction felt so in character, I loved it!

My heart melted for poor Tighnari here, he's been having such a rotten time and deserved every single hug Cyno gave him. Their interactions felt so natural and just real, my heart melted into a puddle.

My brain is all over the place and it's showing, but I seriously loved this so much

<3333 Im glad you enjoyed it! you're welcome to scream Im really curious about how it came through (I'm also blushing, madly, bc oh man the reception for this fic has been so much Warmer than I expected)

I'm glad the intro felt good! I originally considered cutting parts of it since it was sort of written to give me a handle on his voice but I felt like it was weird without some transitional on his side and... -shrug- I'm glad I kept it tbh, I like the way it fits.

Nari DID deserve every bit of it. I'm glad it came across as natural rather than forced! I was a bit nervous that I was making Cyno... Too affectionate, even with Nari. >< i'm glad it didn't come across that way!

thank you so much for your kind words!

#genshin impact #asks and answers #dutifullyshamelessearthquake

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roosterbox · 1 year ago

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October Almost-Drabbles 10/13: Maze

Pairing: Steddie, implied Eddie x Chrissy (for like a SINGLE line)

Word Count: 1,027. God fucking dang it.

Additional tags: modern AU, single dads, implied meet-cute, Max is a lil shit and also Eddie’s daughter, Dustin is a sweetheart and also Steve’s son, Max’s POV

Side note: I TRIED TO KEEP IT SHORT. I SWEAR I TRIED. But as you can see, I failed, so this one goes under a cut, lol. The maze aspect was just a jumping off point, so I’m sorry it doesn’t play more of a part. Most of these prompts are of a similar nature for me - inspiration, though I may go off the rails a bit in the actual execution.

Anyway, enjoy!

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“Our dads are gross.”

Max looked back at the two men trailing behind her and Dustin. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she could see their expressions just fine, thank you very much. Her dad, always animated with his hands, was talking and gesturing wildly. She could see the flash of sunlight against his rings. Dustin’s dad seemed to be listening intently, smiling. And blushing. Every now and then he’d interject, probably asking a question about the story. They were both making absolutely ridiculous goo-goo eyes at each other. Ugh, disgusting. She made a gagging noise and looked away.

“Super gross,” Dustin agreed. The path split a few yards ahead, and the kids decided silently as a unit to continue together down the left side.

“Don’t get too far ahead, Dust.” The boy’s dad called out. They were following at a respectable distance; close enough to keep an eye out, but far enough to give the kids some measure of independence. Dustin slowed down a little, giving a thumbs up. His dad visibly relaxed. Max saw her dad give the other man a comforting arm squeeze. In a touch that, in her opinion, lingered a bit too long.

She scowled. “D’you think we could lose them? In the maze?”

“We shouldn't.” Dustin looked nervous. “My dad gets really worried about stuff like that. This one time, my friend Mike and I got separated from him at the mall, and he totally freaked out.” He shuddered. “Never seen my dad cry before that.”

Max shrugged. “My dad cries all the time. Shoulda seen him at the last Disney movie we watched. He cried more than me. I didn’t even cry when I got this!” She waved her arm, in a cast from wrist nearly to elbow. “But before that, before he found you, was it fun? Hanging out without him?”

“I guess,” the boy was looking at his shoes. “But I don’t think it was worth it.” He glanced back at his dad again. “He seems happy.”

The two men walked comfortably side by side. Their arms were brushing as they moved, and if Max knew anything about her dad, he was actively fighting the urge to take his new friend’s hand. Just then, to her horror, he did. The other guy looked surprised, but then… he grinned. And now it was her own dad’s turn to blush.

“Gross!” She called out.

Her dad waved her off. “Don’t mind her, Steve. Ten years old and already a little adult. I’m going gray before my time.”

Dustin’s dad laughed. “You look fine to me.”

At that, her dad raised an eyebrow. “Oh, ‘fine’ is it now?” He leaned a little closer. There was a very particular gleam in his eye. One Max recognized at a distance, though she might not have known exactly what it entailed. Whatever it was, it was probably more Disgusting Adult Stuff. If they actually kissed, she was going to puke.

Luckily, somebody must have been looking out for her, because as they rounded the next bend…”

“We’re out!” Dustin cheered, making a break for the entrance/exit of the maze. Max ran after him, missing her dad’s quietly disappointed “damnit.” The adults still walked out hand in hand though.

“Did you have a good time?” Dad asked her later, while they were getting settled in the car.

She shrugged. “It was okay, I guess.” He snorted.

“A ringing endorsement.”

Her eyebrow raised in a perfect imitation of him. “What about you? Have fun slobbering all over Dustin’s dad?”

He chose that moment to start the car. “What? Sorry, can’t hear you!” He yelled over the sputter and roar of the engine. One of these days the whole damn thing was gonna fall apart. That’s what Grandpa Wayne said whenever he took rides with them.

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. They pulled out of the maze parking lot, and began the long drive back to Hawkins. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke up.

“Say, Max… how would you feel about me inviting your new friend over for lunch sometime? Might be fun.”

“Yeah, or you could just ask his dad out on a date or whatever. Dunno why you’re using us kids as an excuse.” She saw him stiffen a bit out of the corner of her eye, but kept her gaze out the window, watching familiar passing scenery.

“What? Me and Steve? A date? Nah, come on.” He tried to play it off, but his face was too pink for her to really believe him.

“Did you at least get his number? Because I remember when you and Chrissy broke up-“

“Hey now-“

“-and that was a freaking nightmare. A solid month of nothing but gross pining.”

He gasped, indignant. “I don’t pine!”

She gave him a flat look.

“It wasn’t that bad!”

Her expression didn’t change. He sighed, resigned.

“Okay, fine, it was bad. But I can’t help it, Max - I’ve always been this way. Big feelings, you know?”

“Oh I know. ‘S why Papa tells me he’s glad I got my mom’s temperament. ‘More than two of you’d be sending me to an early grave, and not a moment too soon.’” That last bit was said in a gruff imitation of Wayne’s voice. Her impression improved every time she did it, and never failed to make her dad laugh.

“Point taken, you little menace. And to answer your question: yes. I did, in fact, get Steve’s number.”

“Gross. I bet you gave him a super cute, disgusting nickname in your contacts too.”

He coughed and focused back on the road ahead. Max smirked. Bullseye.

“Just promise me one thing? Don’t call him as soon as we get home? It was embarrassing enough to watch you guys flirt back there. At least wait until I’m asleep. Or at the skate park. Or anywhere that’s not at the trailer.”

“Deal. Easy. I’ll bet you like ten bucks I won’t even think of calling him until tomorrow!”

And Max immediately agreed, knowing that she’d be ten dollars richer by the end of the day.

He barely held out for an hour.

———

(The nickname was “Pretty Boy,” by the way. In a few months, it’ll get changed to “Sweetheart.” It was “Babylove” for like a day. But then Max borrowed his phone, saw it, and demanded he change it because GROSS, DAD.)

#october drabbles #Steddie #single dads #they literally ran into each other in a corn maze #the kids are their literal kids #who are the kids’ other bio parents?#use your imagination #it’s not important #lol #adults being lovey dovey with each other #gross right?

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myjisung · 2 years ago

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stray kids' hyung line as romantic fanfiction tropes !

content. stray kids hyung line + hyunjin, non-idol!skz, gn!reader, idiots in love, lots of dialogues — fluff.

warning. mention of alcohol ( minho )

wordcount. 3,1k, each imagine is about 850 words long but some i got carried away for.

a/n. would you guys be interested in those scenarios being fully written? also, this is only my opinion. feel free to disagree and let me know what you would have done differently :-)

bang chan ( 방찬 ) as mutual pining

as far as he could remember, chan always liked you. he had never believed in love at first sight and he did not fall in like on the day he met you; but, to him, it was close enough and could be called such. whether he liked it or not, chan did in fact fancy you the moment he got to know a little more about you. if he ever was asked, he would not be able to tell what it was that had him fall hard and it did not bother him one bit. as cheesy as it could sound, chan loved thinking that it was the fact that you were so you, so incredibly kind and easy to talk to that had him become smitten.

it was as if it was meant to be. you laughed at his jokes, got involved in his hobbies and let him in on what was going on inside your head from time to time. over time, weeks maybe months, a strong bond had been formed between both of you; something chan took pride in. yet, no matter how much he loved you, chan could never bring himself to tell you about his feelings. actually, he had sworn he would never confess; not only out of fear of probably being rejected but also because he felt like he did not deserve any more than the close friendship you had built. more than that, he knew that you deserved much better.

what chan did not know, was that you felt the exact same way. though you did not fall as quick as he did, you fell just as hard. whatever chan did or said, you could not help but like him more. blush crept up your cheeks, your mouth went dry as he was trying to make conversation and your eyes could barely meet his; out of pure nervousness. though you had grown to fall in love with chan, with his personality, his flaws and numerous qualities, you did not want to tell him about your feelings. that relationship you had was extremely precious to you, a treasure you wanted to cherish for the many years to come.

even if you wanted to take your relationship to the next step you also felt like chan did not like you that way. no matter how you looked at it, you felt more like a best friend than a possible partner; and even if you tried to not think much of it, that hurt. you could not imagine yourself beside anyone else but bang chan. every single time you tried to get over it and get on with someone else, something tugged at your heartstrings, telling you to stop, that it was not right.

chan felt the same way. which is why, after months of pining on his own, he let go of everything that was holding him back. it was probably the fear of losing you or the fact that he needed to get this out of the way so that he could focus back on his work. that day, chan cut to the chase, not even letting you think before he opened his mouth.

"i've liked you for a while. like, a really long time actually and it's driving me crazy. can you reject me now and get this over with?"

oh. oh. so that was what had been going on. so that was how chan felt about all of this, about you, about you AND him actually. there was no way you could have ever figured it out on your own. before you could even think about it, you talked back.

"i'm gonna date you actually, if you don't mind."

chan did not mind.

lee know ( 리노 ) as drunken confession

minho had always been unreadable. all you knew was that he must have enjoyed spending time with you. no one else but him rung your bell at ungodly hours just because they wanted to sit with you and scroll through their multiple online timelines. no words had to be exchanged, he was like a cat who only wanted to be in your presence, spend time by your side without needing to constantly talk or do anything. minho was content with sitting in the same room as you and that was something you appreciated.

sometimes, though you wanted to see people, you did not feel like going all out and he got that like no other. over the course of a few weeks what used to be a simple friendship blossomed into a strong, incomparable bond.

minho was comfort and safety. whatever you told him, you knew he would not judge you. though he pretended to not care about what you had to say, he always intently listened. maybe it was in an effort to make you feel more comfortable.

minho had always been comprehensive and kind, despite not wanting to show it and instead prefering to tease you over seeming welcoming. yet, there was no fooling you. the way his face contorted in an expression of worry whenever you looked upset or started randomly tearing up in front of him was easy to spot.

he did not have to say it. you knew minho cherished you; there was no doubt that you were one of his closest friends, someone he held dear to his heart and came to whenever there was time. even if he did not tell you directly, minho was thankful he had met you and loved every passing second he spent by your side.

despite all of that, there was no way you could have guessed the way he truly felt about you. truth be told, minho had liked you for a long while. he did not plan on doing so, it just happened. unbeknownst to you, after a specific day he spent at your house and a few specific words you told him, he fell suddenly; and there was no going back.

he could not tell you. there was no way he would risk ruining that friendship which was so dear to him. yet, after a while, those feelings of his started to become overwhelming. so much so that you were always on his mind, whatever he did, however busy he was.

which is why, that night he spent at your house, drinking away as you were watching a boring movie, he could not help but let loose. it was the way you gently turned off the tv and shook his shoulder to stop him from dozing off on the living room floor. you had not been drinking, pretending you had lots of stuff to get done the following day. upon seeing your face painted with the gentlest of all smiles, he opened his mouth as you helped him up.

"that's why i love you, y/n. you always take such great care of me. you're always there, so welcoming, sooooo so kind. i really-," he trailed off. "i've really liked you for a while, so much."

you were taken aback. you had never considered minho in that way. neither had you ever thought of him liking you like that. because he was minho afterall, so minho it was almost overwhelming. hearing him say all of that had you blush like crazy. you stumbled and almost fell as you helped him get comfy on the couch. though drunk, he could tell you were all shaken up by the bomb he had just dropped.

"think about it, okay?" he continued, a confident smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

oh, you would think about it; much more than you would ever want to admit.

changbin ( 창빈 ) as bed sharing

it was simple. you and your eight friends had planned out a trip to the coast. hyunjin had been annoying about wanting to look at the sea and sketch the way waves crashed against the shore for weeks now and everyone was over it. which is why, one night you all spent together at the bar lead to chan asking whether everyone wanted to travel to the beach. minho was not too fond of the idea at first, saying that organizing trips was a hassle and that he was not about to worry himself sick over everything going well, which han rolled his eyes at. minho had always acted as if no one but him had their shit together but, truth be told, you had to give him that.

when you were reunited as nine, things always seemed to go south. either the weather was not on your side when you decided to FINALLY leave the indoors or someone always ended up getting hurt while doing mundane tasks. it was as if the universe was against you living your lives peacefully. but, in a way, it was a little funny. felix getting eaten up by mosquitos to the point his left arm was completely covered in bites you could draw constellations by connecting them with an ink pen was pretty hilarious. especially after he had giggled at jeongin getting bitten right on the top of his nose the day before. 'serves him right', you had thought.

after a little ( a lot ) of convincing, minho finally caved. he agreed on a three-day trip to the nearest beach. you would go by train and stay at a hotel not too far from the city centre as those close to the sea were much more expensive and you did not have that kind of money yet. in an effort to save money, you had chosen to rent four rooms for the nine of you, one of which could hold three people whereas the others were made for two.

after a round of rock paper scissors, the roommates were decided. you and changbin would room together which you were not ecstatic about. not that you disliked changbin, far from it actually. for as long as you could remember, you had the hugest crush on him. when seungmin introduced you to changbin after meeting first during a lecture you both shared, you knew there was something about him. changbin, though far from intimidating, carried himself in a manner that made you a little shy. he was confident, wellspoken and got involved with other people easily. those things and many others had you charmed. no matter how hard you tried, you felt as though there was no way you could hide your attraction to changbin. so, really, sharing a room with him was not going to help your case.

you comforted yourself with the knowledge that you had booked twin rooms. even though you would have to sleep in the same room, at least you would not be insanely close to one another.

or so you thought.

after a five hour train travel, you arrived to the coast and walked around the city you and your friends would be staying in for a little under an hour until you found your hotel. once there, you accompanied chan to the desk, grabbing the keycards you then went to give the other boys. the travel had tired you out, and you decided to stay in for the night. so, you all went to your rooms.

accompanied by changbin, you walked towards the door adorning the number 109, your room. after scanning your keycard, you walked in as changbin was making smalltalk with you about how the air here felt much different than in the capital and how he was so excited to check out the hotel's gym tomorrow morning. you talked just as much as he did, despite being nervous about this entire rooming-with-your-crush situation you unfortunately got roped into. at least, it could not get any worse than this. but, lo and behold, it did the second you set foot in your supposedly twin bedroom.

though you had booked two seperate beds for the both of you, there in the middle of the minimally decorated room laid a two-people bed. your heart sank and your stomach did exactly two loopings as changbin let out a confused half-yell ( because it was late at night and people were probably sleeping ). he sighed loudly, and blamed bang chan under his breath.

"i'll go back to the front desk and ask whether we can switch rooms," he said after dropping his bag in the entryway.

that left you some time to get over your emotions. there was no way this was happening to you, especially not in changbin's presence. sleeping in the same bed? that was off the table. how were you supposed to remain calm—with the man of your dreams a few centimeters away from you—and not die? you did not want to know.

changbin came back a few minutes later, looking slightly annoyed.

"it's fully booked. we can't switch rooms."

seems like you were, in fact, about to know!

"i'll sleep on the floor, okay? you can take the bed, y/n." changbin offered.

or not? that was so kind of him but you were not about to let changbin sleep on the cold hard floor. he was probably exhausted from the travel too.

"no it's fine. let's both sleep on the bed. i don't mind" you said, trying to sound confident.

"are you sure? we don't have to do that if you're not comfortable with it."

"that's fine, really. let's just get to bed, alright?"

you felt lightheaded the entire night. you could feel warmth radiating from changbin's body despite laying back to back. you could feel the way the mattress slightly sunk to his side and hear the rhythm of his breathing. needless to say, you did not get any sleep that night. did changbin? you might never know.

let's just say the day after was interesting for the other boys to say the least.

hyunjin ( 현진 ) as fake dating

"okay, just hear me out" hyunjin started as you opened the door to your locker in an attempt to hide his face.

"oh come on, don't be a bitch," he continued, stepping to the side so that you could look right into his eyes "i need a favor, it's the first and last i'll ever ask of you."

"and i told you i was not interested didn't i? right now, i need you to walk away and leave me alone." you replied, placing a few books into your locker before slamming the door shut and walking to your next class.

"y/n, please!" hyunjin cried out.

you stopped. never in the months you had known of The hwang hyunjin had you ever heard him beg, let alone mouth the word 'please'. it had a pleasant rung to it, something that made your stomach flip and your heart beat a little faster but you did not comment on it.

you spun to face him again and waited until he took the few steps that separated you. as if he was afraid to be heard, hyunjin looked around—just to make sure everyone had left the halls already. you were alone and that did not help the slow increase of your heart rate. 'weird', you thought.

"listen, i know how that sounds but i really need you to date me"

upon hearing this absolute madness of a sentence, you let out a strange strangled noise that came all the way from the pits of your stomach before laughing out loud. hyunjin had the audacity to frown his eyebrows at your demeanor, as if YOU were the weird one here and he did not just say the stupidest thing you had ever heard.

"where does that even come from?" you asked after composing yourself back.

"why do you care? i don't wanna date for real anyway, but like, can't we just pretend we do?"

at that, you got even more confused but decided to overlook it, "well if you want to 'date' me you've got to at least give me one valid reason"

hyunjin could not help but roll his eyes and let his head hang low for a few seconds. once he looked back at you, he sighed. "i just need people off my back. dating someone would be so much easier right now, i wouldn't get constantly stared at and maybe some girls would leave me alone? i don't know i just- i just need some space and i believe i'd get it by pretending to date you."

"yeah see, that's where you're losing me. why does it even have to be me? can't someone else take on the job, i'm not interested in acting"

"it can't be anyone else. it just has to be you!" he exclaimed.

"um... mind explaining why that is?"

"i can't. please, y/n." he begged again "i'm not gonna ask for anything else. can't you just hold my hand in public and kiss the back of my neck when you hug me from behind or let me tuck stray hairs behind your ear? it's not gonna be any more than that, i promise. please."

hyunjin was desperate. despite the fact that he was barely an acquaintance you were very comfortable speaking to, you could not help but feel bad. so, you did the next most logical thing and accepted whatever request he had.

without even realizing it became a habit, hyunjin started walking you to school and back home. he would grab your hand in the hallways and softly smile at you whenever you would sit in the same classroom. hyunjin would have lunch with you almost everyday and lay his head on your lap as you were sitting on the grass, commenting on the clouds' shapes. he knew how to hold a conversation, how to make you feel cared for and special.

your friends started to question it but you always remained vague, as a way to protect both you and hyunjin. your fake boyfriend was beyond thankful for you. after a few weeks of this game you played, he admitted to feeling much more comfortable ever since he claimed to be dating you. girls started gravitating around him less and less, leaving him with enough space to function without feeling like he was suffocating.

the introvert inside hyunjin was having a field trip and being able to help him feel at least a little bit more like himself was enough.

dating hyunjin was never something you had ever considered. it just happened. and though at first you were thankful for it to only be playing pretend, you ended up catching yourself wish for hyunjin to be yours.

did he wish the same, you might never know. there was no way you would ever ask him anyway. playing pretend was enough, for now.

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messers-moony · 3 years ago

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Loyalty’s | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Potter!Fem!Reader

Summary: Instead of Regulus obeying the Dark Lord his loyalty’s lie with his girlfriend and becomes a spy for the Order.

The house was quiet. That was rare, especially after Fleamont and Euphemia took in Sirius Black. James and Sirius were like brothers, always causing mischief inside the manor while the younger Potter kept to herself more. Y/n Potter was only a year younger than James but was just as loved. Sirius Black became her brother just as much as James was, along with the other two Marauders. Unbeknownst to her brother - brothers if you will - she had been dating someone since her fifth year.

Y/n was in her seventh year while James and Sirius had graduated. James had already married Lily, and the war was raging on. Y/n was home for winter break. The Potter residence was to its fullest capacity. Remus and Sirius staying in the guest bedrooms. Y/n staying in her bedroom. James and Lily in James’ room. Fleamont and Euphemia had their master bedroom as well. It was dark outside, and all the young adults were in bed when a knock echoed on the door.

Fleamont held his wand tightly in his right hand as he approached the door. Euphemia was present at St. Mungo's for the night, and Fleamont was waiting for her to return home, but she never knocked. Hesitantly he made his way to the door and flung it open. Instantly Fleamonts wand made its presence known on the male's neck. The male had wavy black hair, grey-blue eyes, and sharp features. Resembling Sirius Black almost perfectly. The man gulped at the wand placed pointed at his throat.

“Sirius! James!”

Footsteps, “Yes, Mr. Potter?”

“ What’s up, dad?”

Both young adults focused on the man at the door, “No….” Sirius whimpered.

“What are you doing here!” Sirius yelled in distress, “Security question, Sirius.” Fleamont scolded.

“Where was my favorite place to hide when we were kids?” Sirius questioned, “Under Uncle Alphard’s cherry blossom tree.” He replied.

Fleamont didn’t back down, “What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t come here to see Sirius.” The man stated, “I came to see Y/n.”

James and Fleamont tensed, “What do you want with my daughter?” Fleamonts voice was stern and rigid.

“I-“ He swallowed, “I need to speak with her, please.”

“Regulus… You don’t know what you’re doing.” Sirius commented, “Please, Mr. Potter.” Regulus begged.

“James-“ Fleamont ordered, and James stood tall, “Go get your sister.”

He didn’t need any further instruction and woke his sister up, bringing her downstairs. There Y/n saw her father's wand to his neck. Before throwing her arms around him, she needed a security question. The pleading look in Regulus’ eyes broke her heart to pieces, but a war was going on.

Y/n’s heart raced, and her palms felt sweaty, but this was a question only he’d genuinely know, “When- When did we start dating?”

“November 16, 1976.”

“Reggie!” Y/n whimpered, throwing her arms around him.

Regulus held her back with the same amount of pressure. Holding her tight to his chest and never wanting to let go. The smell of her shampoo resonated in his nose and the faint breathing from her nose rested on the crook of his neck—a feeling he never wanted to lose. The world seemed to have stopped at that moment. Christmas break had been hell for Regulus so far, but now he felt hopeful.

But people were watching, and James snatched Y/n back, “Dating?! Are you bloody crazy?!”

“James-“ Fleamont began but was hastily cut off, “No, dad! She’s insane! Regulus is one of them! He’s a bloody death eater!” James exclaimed.

Sirius snapped, “He’s still my brother, ya’ know. If he’s here, then he’s defying mother’s orders. Let him talk.”

“C’mon. Everyone in the kitchen.”

The table was relatively large. It could seat eight. Fleamont took his usual seat at the end of the table. James sat on his left and Sirius on James’ left. Regulus sat in front of James and Y/n in front of Sirius. Regulus couldn’t face his brother at the minute because Sirius’ proud eyes were going to turn into disappointment soon enough.

Regulus held Y/n’s right hand tightly, “Lift your sleeve.” Fleamont ordered.

The younger Black brother obeyed; there it was; on his left forearm, “So it’s true. You obey the Dark Lord.” Fleamont commented.

“Dad please-“ Y/n began.

“No.”

Heads turned, “No?”

“No. I bare the mark, but I don’t obey.” Regulus stated coldly, “My loyalty’s lie with Y/n. She’s told me about the order, and I want to be your spy.”

James ran his fingers through his hair, “You told him! Y/n!”

“James, come off it!” Y/n scoffed.

“You want to be a spy for the order?” Sirius repeated, and Regulus nodded, retaking Y/n’s hand, “Yes, but there’s something I need to tell you all. Something I’ve found out.”

They leaned in, intrigued, “The Dark Lord has horcruxs. He’s split his soul into multiple different parts. I know where one of them is.” Regulus informed.

“How did you find this out?” Sirius inclined, “I told you, my loyalty’s lie with my girlfriend - you know, the girl I plan to marry - I’m a spy. Not a pawn.” Regulus countered.

James coughed, “You are not marrying my sister.”

“I’m afraid that isn’t your call.” Y/n retorted, crossing her arms, “Cut it out both of you.” Fleamont scolded.

“We’ll have to come back to you on whether or not you can join. However, you can stay with Y/n in her bedroom for the time being.” Fleamont informed, and James gawked, “Absolutely not! Sirius and Regulus can share. I don’t want him near her.”

Fleamont turned his head slowly towards his son, “James Fleamont Potter-“ He began in a low tone making James stiffen, “Y/n and Regulus will share a room. If he is stupid enough to try something while in my house, then I’ll be damned.”

“Remus, Sirius, and you will only be a room away. Hopefully-“ Mr. Potter turned to Regulus, “He knows better than to try something.”

“With all due respect, sir, I’d never purposely put Y/n in any way of danger. That’s why she didn’t know about the horcruxs.” Regulus stated, and Fleamont looked pleased, “We’ll work on it. Now, all of you, back to bed.”

When the four of them reached the hallway upstairs, James grabbed Regulus' collar, “We need to have a talk.”

Without another word, Sirius, Regulus, and James stepped into Sirius’ bedroom, knowing Lily was asleep. Hopefully, Remus was too. Y/n gave an audible sigh and walked into her bedroom. She was slightly organizing it and grabbing clothes that she had stolen from Regulus back at Hogwarts. Thankfully she made out. Y/n had one of Regulus’ hoodies and pair of sweatpants. Twenty minutes later, Regulus walked into the room.

“Um- I- Here.” Y/n stuttered, handing him the clothes, and he quietly changed, “I’m sorry about James.”

“No need for you to be sorry, love.” Regulus replied as he slipped on the sweatpants, “I know he’s protective. I’ve also got the mark.”

Y/n stood up and embraced him tightly, “That mark doesn’t make you a monster.”

“It makes me feel like one.”

“I know, but-“ Y/n pulled away slightly, looking him in the eyes, “Did you mean what you said out there?”

“Mean what, my love?”

“That your loyalty’s lie with me?”

Regulus smiled, “Of course, I did.”

The following days went by quietly. Regulus wouldn’t speak about the confrontation with James, but Y/n didn’t mind. But she didn’t miss the glares James sent his way every time he’d get close. Strangely enough, Remus was the most protective over her. Euphemia had been hospitable in his stay, providing for him as she did Sirius. It wasn’t until Christmas Day when Regulus got the news.

They all sat together in the sitting room, “You’re approved.” Fleamont stated.

“Pardon?”

“You can be our spy. Dumbledore believes the information you’ve given us is worthy of trust.”

Sirius could’ve cried out of joy, “Oh, Reggie.”

Both boys hugged for the first time since they were kids. James smiled fondly at them. Happy for Sirius that he got his little brother back. The boys sat beside each other. Sirius had his usual Sirius-like smirk placed upon his face. The same smirk he had before he made a joke.

“Seems like all it took was the Potter charm.” Sirius nudged Regulus’ elbow, making him blush, “Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, for letting him stay. It means a lot to me.”

“You know Mum, always taking in strays.” James teased, “James Potter!” Euphemia scolded with a bright grin.

Y/n shrugged, “He’s not wrong.”

“Y/n!”

“Sorry!”

“There’s an envelope under the tree for you, Regulus dear.” Euphemia commented before leaving into the kitchen, and Regulus stiffened, “It’s a present, not a howler.” Fleamont added, making him relax.

Regulus’ fingers reached for the green-colored envelope. Inside laid a paper in both James and Fleamonts handwriting. The paper inside made him gleeful. It was possible the best Christmas gift he could’ve ever received, and Regulus was a spoiled baby at the Black manor.

“You have my permission to marry my daughter.” -F.P

“Take care of my sister, or I’ll have your head!” -J.P

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lantsovsupremacist · 3 years ago

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i saw that you asked for requests and i also saw that you wrote some nikolai stories based on taylor's songs (i loved). so you could write something based on wilders dreams or you are in love or call it what you want, you choose pls

MY BRAND yes of course i can.

nikolai lantsov: you are in love

and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars...

“marry me.”

you shook your head. while any other girl would likely collapse onto the cobblestones had they the pleasure of hearing those words from the king, you would not. you could not. the possibility of accepting his proposal was a lie you no longer could afford.

“i have a certain inclination to your use of words, darling,” nikolai caught up to your strides easily, “without them, you answers are so very unclear.”

you stopped your pace, shutting your eyes. obviously, nikolai only meant to try and persuade you of his reasoning. he was unaware of how the repetition further shattered the pieces of your heart.

“stop asking,” you requested unevenly, “i cannot marry you because i cannot be a queen.”

“cannot or will not?” nikolai dropped his calm disposition. his words now swam through endless seas of exasperation.

eyes widening at his assumption, you glared, “your people will not accept a grisha on the throne. they will not make an exception for love because they cannot understand how such a thing between you and i could exist.”

albeit offended, nikokai softened, “and i wish i could do more to protect you but even i am unable to offer you reprieve from your own doubts.”

however bold or brash his words seemed, you took them because there was no other conceivable explanation. you refused to argue with him further, not when your remaining moments were already beginning to slip away.

“you have too much hope in the world.”

nikolai scoffed, knocking his shoulder into yours. you saw through his sly smirk and glowing grin, and he knew it. the fox could hide away from just about anybody but never you—not that he ever wanted to.

so, he would pretend for a minute or two, rile you up with his plethora of personalities. then, he would sober up, resounded to your ability to penetrate his defenses. your keen awareness of every notch in his armor, every foothold to climb his fortress, both aggravated and comforted him simultaneously.

“somebody has to,” he chided you, content to snake an arm around your waist and pull you flush against his side, “i don’t want to forget.”

“forget what?” you questioned, turning to face him more fully as a soft pout formed on your features.

“that i have this,” he motioned to your entwined limbs, “you,” he kissed your forehead, “to come back to. i only ever hoped my heart would find its home.”

you stilled. surely, an artist from above could have captured the moment perfectly because of it. they would have to gently shade your individual silhouettes into one, execute the softness of his gaze, and reproduce the muted lighting with watercolor.

you liked to organize your life into two categories; there was the before nikolai lantsov and the after him. before saltwater became the first thing to invade your senses in the mornings, you would have set fire to the bridge of any desperate man’s creation. after you learned to never assume anything impossible, you willingly gave up a piece of your heart to the most lovesick of them all. the one you simply could not have.

gingerly grabbing ahold of his fingers, you aimed to kiss the tip of each one. as always, he pulled away before allowing you to complete your objective. with a frown, you ran your thumb over his cheek.

“i only got to six. none of that,” you minded him with a calm look, “sobachka,” you began to warn him.

“it’s more than five,” he commented with a reference to the day before. quickly, he kissed you to remove any possibility of a retort. you could not escape his lips even if you intended to try, which you did not.

the need for air ultimately pulled you away from nikolai. you frowned discontentedly his way, still frustrated by his actions. you understood his insecurities and accepted the validity of his feelings, but it did not ease the pain of watching him crumble before your eyes.

“my love,” you urged, “i have never understood many things and ended up running,” you held him off with a look, “but i want to stay and learn every part of you.”

bashful, he tucked his head into your neck.

“you have to spare some hope for yourself,” you said softly, leaning your head onto his.

he groaned, indicative of him sourly acknowledging your truth. you turned to kiss his temple, giving your lips the respite to linger just beneath his curls. you sucked in a breath when he responded with one of his own, planted upon the column of your throat. tender yet unexpected.

“but i want you to have it,” he responded, careful to inject the appropriate dose of his personality to make you smile without doubt of his sincerity being a means of withdrawal from the subject.

rolling your lips into your mouth, you melted under his gaze and into his arms, “okay.”

he smiled as radiantly as the sun, with a blush to match the artistry of it setting. you thought you could stay in that moment with him, that not even he could carry you to the next quite yet. you should have known better to predict his unpredictable behavior.

“so,” he drew out, “marry me, then.”

“nik-,” you breathed, fighting a losing battle with a smile of your own. his persistence did not force you to agree, rather charmed you to.

“no!” he cut off deliberately, “no,” the delivery of his words now intentionally softer.

“nikolai,” you enunciated, “if i’m a queen,” you caught the exact second light filtered back into his eyes, “i will never have you again in the same way—not how i do now, at least.”

“i don’t understand,” he frowned between his mumble of the phrase.

“we will be closer than ever before,” you voiced, “but i fear that could push us further apart than we have ever been,” you expressed with a sunken tone.

not letting you pull away either emotionally or physically, he took you into his arms. already feeling more grounded, you breathed in his scent of sea and pine. he was all around you, and it was enough.

“i could never not love you,” he countered.

“that’s not what i’m saying,” you refuted, “but what if you don’t like me anymore? after we are stressed and overwhelmed and stubbornly disagreeing?”

nikolai giggled, kissing every inch of your face, “i like every single piece of you,” his thumbs slipped down your cheeks and onto your throat, pushing your head back for further access, “i like you more than any travel i have been on, any adventure i have sought, and more than any squabble we might face.”

looking up at him under a thick set of eyelashes, you quirked a crooked smile, “really?”

“oh, yes,” he divulged, “i like you more than anyone else—even myself,” he began to taunt you, “and i happen to like myself quite a bit.”

“fine,” you relented with a light sigh, “let me show you just how much i like you and i’ll be your queen.”

a smirk stretched across his face but before he could dip his head to yours, you grabbed his hands away from your neck.

“i like you,” you began with a breath, leaning forward to kiss each of his fingertips, “one, two, three,” you continued as he watched you delicately, “eight, nine, ten.”

blinking rapidly, his gaze softened, “don’t be my queen,” nikolai mouthed, a single breath away from your lips, “continue to be my best friend, the woman i look for in every room, the reason time moves way too fast.”

“thank you for sharing your hope with me,” you spoke and drew your lips in a straight line, “thank you for letting me be in love with you.”

“i never let you do anything,” he began to sway, “could only hope you would keep coming back.”

“i’m in love with you,” you insisted, “and i happen to like that very much.”

#nikolai lantsov imagine #zoya nazyanelsky #nikolai lantsov fluff #nikolai lanstov imagines #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone #grisha netflix #the grisha series #grishaverse #ruin and rising #siege and storm #genya safin #rule of wolves

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pennylanewrites · 3 years ago

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※insomniac※

saiki kusuo x gn! reader

description: kusuo would be lying if he said he doesn’t enjoy visiting you in the middle of the night.

word count: almost 0.8k

genre: fluff

cw: implied insomnia

author’s notes: this was very self indulgent bc I had to gift myself something for my birthday and I needed some fluffy Saiki bc the amount of love I have for him is unreal and borderline concerning. Also, he’s kinda out of character in this, sorry about that. Pretend he can’t turn you to stone without his glasses lol :)

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Huff. A blanket got thrown to the floor, hands fanned a sweaty face frantically. Oh, why is it so hard to just close your eyes and fall asleep?

Are you having trouble sleeping? A voice rung through your head, making you smile.

Don’t smile like a crazy person, it continued. You sighed and closed your eyes, focusing on the voice.

I can’t sleep at all. Can you come over and cuddle? you pouted at the ceiling, even though you weren’t sure he was still watching. You swore you heard a scoff as you opened your eyes, only to be met with absolute darkness. Stumbling out of the bed, you opened the window across from it and sat on the sill, looking at the empty street below.

You weren’t sure if it was your mind again, making stuff up because you were sleep-deprived, but you thought you caught a glimpse of dark pink hair and turned around quickly.

“Kuu!”

Shh. You’ll wake your parents up, he said as he splayed his limbs across your bed, making himself comfortable against the pillows.

“I really missed you.” You whispered, sitting down on the foot of your bed, playing with your thumbs awkwardly.

I’m here to help you sleep. He reminded, fingers drumming against his torso. He was so effortlessly pretty, wearing just a black shirt and gray sweatpants, not even his glasses were on and his hair looked slightly disheveled from sleeping.

“Really? You’re not here because you loooove-” your sentence finished with a yelp as a hand dragged you down on the bed, wrapping around the small of your back. Kusuo brought a finger to your lips, shushing you before his hand cupped your cheek.

“Thanks for coming. I know it gets really annoying, but I just can’t fall asleep.” You pouted, kissing the palm that rested against your cheek.

It’s fine. Your bed is really comfy.

“Mhm. And you loooove-” Kusuo cut you off once again, this time with a peck on the tip of your nose, making your eyes grow wide.

Sorry, couldn’t resist, he shrugged before bringing you closer, your head resting against his torso, probably to keep you from seeing him blush. I’m not blushing. He probably read your thoughts, making you hit his torso playfully.

“That’s a violation of privacy. Where’s your ring?”

Stop talking.

“Kiss me.” You said boldly, the need to sleep already forgotten at the excitement of your boyfriend being with you. He sighed and leaned down, leaving a soft kiss on your lips that only had you wanting more.

“Were you eating chocolate right before bed?”

His reply was that he was hungry as his eyes darted down to your lips constantly before he finally satisfied his hunger by bringing his lips to yours again.

Kusuo’s kisses were always like drugs, making you lose yourself completely in them, his hand making shapes on your back under your shirt as the other rested on your neck. No matter how uninterested he pretended to be, he always found himself needing more from you.

“Wait, more.” You whined when he pulled away from you, hands meeting the neckline of his shirt to pull him in again in a lazy, sloppy kiss.

Get some sleep, okay?

“Will you sleep with me?” You looked up at him with glistening eyes; how could he ever say no to you when you were so much sweeter than any dessert in the world?

I will. Goodnight.

“Say you love me.” You demanded like a child, earning the faintest of smiles from your boyfriend, who rested his chin against your shoulder, mouth blowing air on your neck to make you shiver.

“I love you.” He whispered into your hair before pulling away to get you more comfortable in his hug. You rested your head against his, humming with satisfaction as the fatigue of a school day finally kicked in.

“I love you too.” You said with a yawn before your eyes got heavier.

Oh, how you loved that Kusuo was the last thing you saw before falling asleep and the first thing you saw almost every morning. You’re not exactly a psychic, but you have a feeling that your boyfriend feels the same way about you. At least, you hope he does.

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#tdlosk #saiki k headcanons #saiki kusuo no ψ nan #saiki fluff #saiki imagines #saiki k no psi nan #saiki kusuo #anime fluff #kusuo saiki x reader #saiki x reader #saiki kusuo fluff #tdlosk x reader #saiki oneshot

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books-and-catears · 4 years ago

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I liked the one about a ghost MC it was a really cute idea! I wanted to request something similar, where the MC who has a the appearance of the Japanese slit mouthed woman. She is a regular human and you can decide if she got the scar's from an accident or not, but she always where's a face mask to hide it and eats alone rather then with the brothers. When she's asked why they say "People can't eat when I they see my face." But one day she finally trusts the brothers enough to show her face.

OH MY GOD I KNOW THIS GHOST. If I'm not wrong, this ghost is called the Kuchisake Onna, kuchi meaning mouth.

This is so wholesome I love it. Your asks are so adorable :')

It has been forever since the accident. And yet the scar makes it feel like yesterday. Two scars running up towards your cheeks, making it look like you're constantly smiling. You hated mirrors at this point, without your mask especially.

You hear loud talking from the dining room downstairs as you stare at your meal on your study table. When was the last time you ate a meal with other people?

"What do you mean you won't eat with us MC?" Mammon and Asmo parotted every other day.

"People can't eat when they see my face." You left with that reply, refusing to answer the follow up questions.

Yours was a face only a mother could love, they said. Some screamed, some smiled sympatheticallly, the others nervously scattered away from the last time you tried to eat out by yourself. The restaurant requested you to leave since they were losing customers.

You walk up to the stairway, watching the brothers in their usual chaos. Maybe - just maybe, they won't be repulsed. Surely they've seen more horrifying things than you?

"Um..." You cleared your throat loudly. All of them stopped and looked at you. You usually never showed up until half an hour after meals.

But today you called out to the one of them. "Would you mind eating with me tonight...?"

Lucifer

"Of course I wouldn't mind MC."

He promptly got up with his plate as if he was already prepped for this day. Swiftly follows you into your room.

He sat down across you and began eating normally. "Thank you for inviting me in MC. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Nothing just..." You said untying your mask. "It felt like a good day." The mask fell off your face into your lap.

You paused and stared at Lucifer. He only looked shocked for a split second before a hidden rage clouded beneath his eyes. "Did someone deliberately-"

"No it was an accident. I was getting my teeth fixed when the lights went out and I moved. And something cut through my- well you can see." You explained.

"I see. Well that's quite unfortunate." Lucifer said and began picking at his plate.

You felt uneasy as chewed your food."You can leave if you feel repulsed. I wouldn't force you to-"

"No such thing MC. I was just thinking of consulting Satan and Solomon. Surely they know of spells that can heal your scars if you want them gone." Lucifer replied promptly. "And it's going to take a lot more than scars to scare us demons away."

"Lucifer...thank you." You said quietly.

"If possible I'd like to eat dinner with you from now on, MC. Frankly it's much calmer and it's a relief from my brothers."

After a long time, you laugh without your mask on.

Mammon

"I'll be right there, MC!"

Hurriedly grabs whatever food he has making a mess and jumps to his feet. He is in such a hurry, it's a miracle he didn't drop half of his dinner.

He plops down across the table from you, grinning ear to ear. "Of course you'd choose the Great Mammon to eat with ya!"

You nodded and chuckled, "Of course. But would you choose to eat with me?" Your pulled your mask away from your face.

His eyes went wide and then watery in the same instant. Is he..crying? "I-Im sorry..." You feel horrible so you hurry and tie the mask back up. Mammon grabs your hands and holds them down.

"I'm not crying stupid human! I'm just...you..you must have been in pain..when that happened." He said. "Who did this to you..."

"It's okay it was an accident, Mammon." You try to calm him down.

"Then why do you hide it? It's not even your fault!" Mammon said pouting. You looked down, "People get uncomfortable..."

Mammon shot up from his chair. "WHO DARE MAKE YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT IT? Show me I'll get them all! Noone messes with my human! I'm yer protector ain't I?! You never have to wear that thing around me!"

You blushed as he moved forward and hugged you, burying your face into his shoulder. "Mammon..."

You knew he was the best protector out there.

Leviathan

"I'm coming right away, don't worry MC!"

Stumbles around with his plate at your sudden invitation. His day has come. He is the chosen one.

He struggles to sit down, feeling estatic and nervous at the same time. "I didn't think you'd want to eat with me of all people, MC..."

"After tonight, maybe you'll feel that way about me Levi..." You said, taking off your mask. His face lit up as he let out a loud "Woahhh!"

Thinking he was scared you tried to hide it again before he screamed, "MC you look just like my favourite character from that horror romance anime "I fell for my best friend's scarred smile! That's so cool!"

You blink at him, blushing. What is with him and his oddly specific anime names!? Levi was oblivious to your shock ,going off at his own tangent. "You could pull off the perfect cosplay, come to my room tomorrow I can design it for you and then I'll make my own to go with it and we can go to the next convention-"

"Levi Levi calm down you'll run out of breath!" You couldn't hold in your laughter.

He stared at you awestruck,"So cute...why would you hide that cute face MC?" You shake your head, "Not everyone sees it as cute Levi."

"Well sucks for them to be such stupid normies." Levi blushed and scoffed.

Levi was the best friend everyone deserves and you were glad to have him.

Satan

"I'd be delighted to join you MC."

Was slightly taken aback at first but quickly composes himself and his dinner and follows you. His pace faster than usual.

Pulls out your chair for you like a gentleman and sits down himself. You smile and blush at the action. "So how was your day MC?" He asks like a gentleman, avoiding the elephant in the room, choosing it normalise it. You let the mask fall off your face.

"Oh..." Satan sat up straight, his shoulders stiff, his eyes going wide in anger. "Who dared to-"

"No no no Satan it was an accident!" You had to explain the whole thing for him to calm down. Then he nodded and held out his palm. "May I see how the deep the scar is MC?"

That was new. Noone has wanted to touch your scars before. When you nod, he reaches out and runs his fingers softly across your scars. "Hmm don't worry. They're not too deep. I can have them gone in a matter of days. That is if you'd like to me to."

It's like he knew. As much as you hated that scar, it kind of helped you see people's true intentions. You looked down unsure. Satan held your hand. "It's normal to get attached to scars you have for too long. None of us here will treat you any differently with or without it."

You smiled at him and held one of his fingers playfully. He laughed, his cheeks turning pink. "Ah now that's a smile I'd love to see everyday. May I have dinner with you more often MC?"

"Of course." His words and his presence were always calming to you.

Asmodeus

"I was wondering when you'd ask MC!"

Daintily picks up all of things and paces after you. He was excited but he restrained himself but he didn't want to scare you off.

Sits down close to you, smiling gleefully. He's just happy to be there with you. Grabs something off your plate with a fork and holds it upto your mouth. "MC come here let me feed you!"

It was probably the most nerve wracking to open your mask in front of him. The Avatar of Lust, the most beautiful being in Hell, and you- ugh, what's the point? You've come this far, let's get it over with. You put your mask down, bite off the potato off his fork.

You'd think Asmo would probably gasp and act all dramatic and hysterical. But instead he cupped your face, his eyes filled with worry and tenderness. "MC how long have you had this...?"

"A little over three years." You answered honestly. Asmo looked like he was about to cry. "You've been hiding away your pretty face from people for three years..." Asmo pulled you in a hug. "Noone deserves that. It's too lonely."

"Oh I'd hardly call it pretty-" Before you can even retort, he is glaring and pouting at you, holding your shoulders.

"I think I know beauty a little better than you, MC. And I say you're gorgeous and I'm going to eat with you everyday now." Asmo huffed to which you laughed.

Everyone deserves a hypeman like Asmo in their lives.

Beelzebub

"Oh? Me? Sure MC!"

Is surprised but happily goes along with you with all his food. You know he loves you when he gets midway from eating just to eat in your room.

He sits across, already muching away at his food. "Thank you for asking me to eat with you MC." You nod and tentatively take your mask off, trying not to draw too much attention for it.

Beel looks up shocked, his mouth full of food but he stopped chewing. He involuntarily reaches out to touch you, "Does it hurt MC?"

You shake your head. "It's years old Beel. It's okay. " Beel looks genuinely relieved at that and goes back to eating again. He doesn't seem bothered by it at all after that.

"Say MC will you be free next week? I could use your help in the new workout I'm doing. I need to train particular muscles for the big game they said." He switched to a whole new topic just like that. "Also this means I get to eat with you every day right?"

You felt warm inside. You were more than just your scar and Beel made you feel like that by hardly saying anything at all.

Belphegor

"...me huh? No I wouldn't mind."

Has a smug grin on his face as he gathers up his meal and slowly heads upward with you, making sure his brothers see how you chose him over the others. Cheeky cow.

He sits leaning into you cause he's too lazy to sit up straight. "So what's the special occasion MC? A face reveal?" Wow this one is direct.

He is staring right at you, as you pull off the mask slowly, thinking if it was a bad idea. His eyes grow wide for a split second before his fingers are already near your mouth feeling the scars.

"Deliberate or accident?" He asks. "Accident." You answer. He nods, "Good. I'm too tired today, wouldn't be able to take appropriate revenge." His fingers never leave your face.

"Is that why you keep it covered? You're embarrassed of it?" He asks. You think about it for a while. "I think I accepted it, it just seemed to make people uncomfortable and scared, if I smiled or opened my mouth to eat." You answer.

He smirked. "Then smile more. Let their cowardly selves feel uncomfortable. It's their problem that they can't see how cute your smile is."

That was surprisingly thoughtful. You smiled at him. "Thanks..."

He smirked back, "Also I'm going to be eating here from now on. My brothers annoy me."

He's cheeky but he has a good heart. Smiling never felt so easy.

#obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me fluff #obey me imagine #obey me game #obey me angst #obey me angst fic

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Chapter 12: Wagers and Visions

a/n: Vision violence, descriptions of blood (nothing too graphic), panicked reader

Previous Chapter

When you regained consciousness, you expected to feel like a very large bear had mauled you. You did not expect to wake up feeling refreshed and energized with no headache in sight. Even your reserves of energy for your healing were much better than they were yesterday.

What was in that alcohol?

Maybe Bofur was right. Maybe you did need that night out to help replenish your energy.

Or maybe, a small voice whispered in the back of your mind, what you needed was Thorin.

In the light of day, you were completely mortified by everything that had happened last night. Crawling out of bed, you looked down and frowned. The tunic you happened to pick was one of Thorin’s, given to you at a time where you had run out of clean clothes. You never gave it back. Thankfully, the king was probably far away from here at the moment, and…

A knocking at the door interrupted your thoughts, and you frowned as you padded over to the door. Cracking it open, you narrow your eyes at the dwarf standing there. He held a tray full of various foods and a large cup of what looked like water. He shifted on his feet nervously.

“Er, the king requested that I bring this to you, m’lady. He was very insistent that I do not leave until you take it.”

You blinked, looking around to make sure this wasn’t some elaborate joke. “Oh! Well… thank you,” you said, opening the door and grabbing the tray. The dwarf blushed at your state of dress, looking anywhere but at your bare legs.

“His majesty also wanted me to tell you that once you are feeling up to it, the others have gathered in the throne room. The ones you were looking for are there as well.” With that, the dwarf skittered away, obviously happy to leave you to your breakfast.

~*~

After choking down a few pieces of fruit and drinking the entire glass of water, you felt a lot better. You rummaged through your clothing to find something to wear, deciding on a simple gown the color of emeralds. It was made of a cloth you couldn’t identify, but it was as soft as velvet with half the thickness. Every time you moved, sparkling strands caught the light, giving the gown the illusion of sparkling gemstones without the danger of losing one. The neckline cut low, but not low enough that you were afraid of being indecent, and the sleeves were a simple butterfly design, fluttering gently as you moved. You brushed your hair and let is fall down your back in waves. You tugged at the shorter strands of hair right by your ear, taking note of how long they were after a year of growth. You wondered if Thorin would even be able to braid it…

Gods, what is wrong with you? Dropping your hair almost angrily, you slid your shoes on and rushed out the door, making sure it was locked before heading for where you thought the Throne Room might be.

Once again, you were wrong.

You ended up in the crafting halls, dwarves milling about as they took gemstones and gold ore to where they could be processed. No one gave you a second look, but you were loathe to stop one of them and ask where the Throne Room was.

You hear your name being called, and you turned to find Eric walking towards you. He was smiling, a slight dimple appearing on the right cheek. “I thought for sure you’d be in the dungeons with how angry the king was last night.” He stopped a few steps from you, admiring your dress before his eyes darted back up to yours. A splash of pink colored his cheeks when he realized you were watching him.

You grinned, plucking at your skirt nervously. “Oh, well, you know. Healer privileges and all. He just walked me to my room and made sure I wasn’t going to be hungover. Lots of evil to dispel and all.” You paused. “Speaking of the king, do you happen to know where the Throne Room is?”

The captain blinked, looking around the hall to get his bearings. “I do believe it is right this way,” he said finally, motioning for you to follow.

You both walk in silence, the background noise of working dwarves almost soothing as you wandered through various areas. You had gotten so lost, but the roads started thinning and the walls started getting a lot more ornate, signaling you were close to the room you had been searching for. You looked up just in time to see Bofur hurrying across one of the walkways, and you waved to get his attention.

Bofur smiled brightly, his smile widening even more when he saw that Eric was beside you. “Ah, take a fine morning stroll, did ya?” he drawled. “And you,” he said, turning to Eric, “I thought Thorin would have scared you away last night.”

Eric shrugged. “Even a king can’t scare me away when a pretty girl is involved.”

Bofur was practically vibrating with glee. “Oh, lad, that’s perfect. You definitely need to come with us.”

You ignored the way your cheeks heated at Eric’s words, giving Bofur an angry look. “What are you up to?”

The dwarf’s face morphed into one of innocence. “Nothin’, lass. Nothin’ at all. The captain needs to be here with us, though. For…alliance purposes. He reports directly to King Bard.” Bofur motioned for the two of you to enter the large room. “It’s important.”

You absolutely did not believe the mischievous dwarf for a moment, but you followed him without saying another word. Eric stood close to you, and you realized that he was trying to put himself between you and whatever was through the door. He may have even been trying to protect you from Thorin. It was a sweet gesture, but Thorin was going to kill Bofur for this.

When the doors opened, you gasped at the beauty of the room, eye wide as you tried to take it all in. Tapestries woven with golden and silver threads hung along the walls, depicting Thorin’s battles and triumphs. Dwarvish columns reached high into the mountain, so far up you couldn’t see where the ceiling was, and deep blue carpets trailed up the walkway and to the stairs that led directly to two large thrones. The largest of the thrones was stocky, built obviously with the dwarven king in mind, but the second was more delicate, with diamonds accentuating the vine carvings that wove around the marble.

A large group of dwarves turned to look as the three of you entered the cavernous room, a good number of them looked gaunt and tired, but none of them looked infected like Ori and the other dwarf. You shifted uncomfortably, and Eric looked down at you with a frown.

“Are you alright?” he asked. “If you’d like to leave, I’ll escort you back.”

You give him a small smile, patting his arm as you slid around him. “I’m okay. Thank you, though, for asking.”

Thorin extricated himself from the larger group, eyes narrowing as he took note of the human. It doesn’t last long, though, before he turns his gaze back to you. His blue eyes are warm as they take you in, and he holds out his hand, which you take without thinking, and he leads you to the rest of them. You hazard a glance back at Eric, who is talking quietly with Bofur with a frown.

“I trust you slept well?” the king asked, squeezing your hand gently. “Did you manage to eat anything?”

“I did, actually. Sleep well and eat. No hangover in sight!” you declare proudly. “Maybe you dwarves are rubbing off on me.”

Thorin gave a dirty little chuckle that did things to your insides. It took you a minute to realize what you had said.

“Oh. I didn’t mean… not like that! I just meant…” you stumbled over your words, once again putting your foot in your mouth. “You know what I meant!”

His thumb slid along the back of your hand. “Aye. I know what you meant.” He glanced behind him at Bofur and Eric. “Why is the human here?”

“I’m a human,” you reminded him. “And he was nice enough to help me find my way in this maze of a city. You know I’m directionally challenged. I ended up in the crafting hall.”

Thorin snorted in amusement. “I have not forgotten. Though the messenger I sent this morning was to bring you.”

“I’m not sure you made that clear. It’s okay, though, Eric found me. I’d still be wandering around if he hadn’t.”

He stopped you right before the group, clearing his throat. “To those who do not know, this is the healer that will be helping us clear the corruption from our halls. You are to treat her with the respect you would treat any of the Company. Moreso, even.” He didn’t let your hand go, and even when you moved to make some space between the two of you, he held fast.

You shoot him a glare from the corner of your eye, but you don’t fight him. Giving a weak wave, you look around at the dwarves gathered there. None of them look anything like that Ori did, and that bothered you. In fact, aside from the general grumpiness, you couldn’t feel any evil magics permeating the area.

A short, stocky dwarf pushed to the front, scowling. “Why is she here if the problem is fixed? All of us feel much better now. She’s not needed anymore. Send the lass back to Dale with a couple of gold coins and let us—hurk!”

Dwalin appeared out of nowhere, grabbing the dwarf by his collar. “Yew would do well to watch yer mouth, Dolin. That lass is to be treated with the respect you’d give yer Queen.” He shoved Dolin so hard he almost fell over, and a stuttered apology was sent your way as he sank back into the group of dwarves.

Dwalin made his way over to you and Thorin, giving you a curt nod. “We’re waitin’ on the wizard, now. I’m not sure where he wandered off to.”

As if summoned by magic, Gandalf appeared ten seconds later, a small glass tube in his hand. “Ah, there you all are. It seems as if they are not lying. I cannot find a single trace of the dark magics anywhere. It’s as if it never existed at all.” He seemed troubled by this, looking at you for answers. “Is this normal?”

You walked over to one of the previously infected dwarves, holding up a hand. “Do you mind if I touch your forehead?” you asked, and when he nodded, you gently touched him. Closing your eyes, you concentrated and released a slow breath, letting your magic slowly leave your hand and slide to the dwarf.

It had been a very long time since you’d done this. The goal was to carefully search the dwarf with your magic for anything necromantic. You were worried, even as you began, completely baffled that there wasn’t a single trace of something so vile. You both began glowing a soft gold, but it was obvious after a few minutes that he was completely clear. Releasing the dwarf, you shook your head. “I… I don’t know. He’s obviously tired and drained, but it’s not here.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose in thought. “Is there anything that you all have in common? Like, do you work in the same area, visit the same bathhouse? There were 13 of you total, right, including Ori. Did you all touch something?”

Ori’s head popped up for a second in the crowd and you heard his voice. “I went down to the treasure room the day I started getting sick. To help with some of the new treasures from the Iron Hills.”

Several dwarves nodded their heads. “Aye,” someone piped up. “I was also down there when I started feeling poorly.”

There were occasions in your world where certain spirits and magics could hide in magical items. Powerful necromancers even made items that held their life force separate from their bodies, turning themselves into horrific undead liches that were nearly unkillable without destroying the phylactery. You looked back at Thorin. “Can we track the stuff from the Iron Hills? Maybe there’s something down there that it’s hiding in.”

Thorin grimaced. “I have received a lot of treasure from there recently. Tributes from Dain’s kingdom. There is no telling what came in or where it all went. Some of it has been melted down to craft with.” Thorin motioned for one of the silent guards to come to him, and he spoke quietly with him for a little while. The guard nodded and hurried off.

Thorin turned back to you and Gandalf. “I have inventories of everything. It will take time to gather it all, but if there is no immediate danger, I have confidence that we will be able to find everything.”

Gandalf frowned and looked down at you. “What do you think?”

You shrugged. “I can’t say. I know we have no way to track it unless I can actually feel it. I also know that if it left everyone, it’s probably found something better and more dangerous to reside in. I’m worried, but aside from throwing myself into a vision on purpose, which I can do, I’m completely at a loss on how to continue. It may be safer to wait. If we can find the item it’s corrupting, it’ll be a lot easier to get rid of.”

Gandalf nodded absently, looking at the dwarves and then back to you. “You may be right. I fear what will happen if this Elian escapes Erebor. He is not the only creature of necromancy that haunts this world.”

You patted Gandalf’s arm. “We will stop him. For all we know, he ran out of energy and had to crawl back in his hole to lick his wounds. This could be a good thing!”

You didn’t believe that for a second, but Gandalf seemed placated.

Thorin cleared his throat. “While we are waiting, everyone is to return to their duties. No shipments in or out of the city until I get those inventories.” Three of the dwarves in the group nodded and ran off, presumably to let everyone know the King’s current order.

Dwarves began shuffling out, and you were left in the room with Thorin, Dwalin, Eric, Gandalf and Bofur. Bofur smiled brightly at everyone. “Welp, I’m taking that as good news. How about we have a drink to celebrate.” He waggled his eyebrows, looking at you.

“Oh, no,” you grumbled. “No more alcohol. No more games dealing with alcohol. Nothing.”

Eric grinned. “Do you need an escort back to your room, my lady?”

“She does not,” Thorin growled up at the blonde. “The healer and I have much to discuss. Your services will not be needed.”

Eric looked to you for confirmation, obviously not pleased at the tone Thorin took with him. He relaxed a bit when you nodded. “I’ll be alright. Thank you, Eric.”

Gandalf grumbled something about stubborn dwarves, heading out on his own. “I will be searching elsewhere for this evil. Send someone to find me if anything changes!” he calls over his shoulder, staff rhythmically clicking on the ground as he leaves.

Dwalin turned to Thorin. “Ye ready, Thorin? It’s about that time.”

Thorin looked torn between you and whatever Dwalin wanted him to do. “Ah…Would you like to join us?” he asked, looking at you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, looking between the two of them.

“I will be inspecting the soldiers, human and dwarrow, and then daily sparring practice. How long has it been since you wielded a sword?”

“I killed a bunch of spiders just last week!” you lied, trying very hard to keep a straight face. “My sword skills are unmatched! I am legendary in the Shire.”

Dwalin looked at you, crossing his arms. “It’s been that long, eh?”

“You have no idea,” you mumbled, brushing your hair out of your face. “I’ll just watch. C’mon, we need to get Eric back so you can inspect him, too,” you teased, grinning at the panicked look on the human’s face. “You’ll do fine! So much better than I would.”

Bofur didn’t move forward as you did with Eric, lagging behind to talk with Dwalin and Thorin. “He’s a nice lad,” he said conversationally, “he thinks she’s wonderful. Pretty good with a sword, and the ladies around here say he’s very skilled with his…..other sword.” Bofur looked very pleased with himself, completely oblivious to the death glare his king was giving him. “I mean, look at them,” he said, motioning to you and Eric. “They’re a handsome match.”

Thorin pushed past Bofur, growling as he tried to catch up to you and Eric. Dwalin gave Bofur an even stare, moving to follow Thorin. “You can’t help yourself, can you?” he grumbled.

Bofur beamed, following the younger Fundison. “It’s just a bit of fun. Plus, someone needed to remind the king that our dear healer is a hot commodity. Barely a conversation with the lad, and he was eating out of her hand. Thorin needs to stop wasting time and, you know…”

“Get laid? Put them both out of their misery?” Dwalin finished, arching a brow at Bofur.

Bofu scowled. “I wouldn’t put it that way, but yes. Pretty much. They’re dancing around each other, and it’s makin’ me tired. Gloin’s the one who noticed him studying her, so if yer blaming anyone, blame Gloin.”

Dwalin rolled his eyes. “You get him killed and King Bard is going to be up our collective arses. Why are ye’ really doin’ this?”

Bofur didn’t answer for a few seconds, collecting his thoughts. “She was my friend, too, ye’ know. Not a one of you saw how hurt she was, so focused on Thorin’s opinion that ye’ forgot to have yer own. I suppose I’m angry. Angry at how much time it took to even pull her back here, angry at how it’s been handled. I see that sliver of hope in her eye, behind the fear and the sadness, and I want it to grow. I’m afraid Thorin is going to crush her again, so maybe I’m testin’ him. Makin’ sure he isn’t going to bungle it up this time.”

Dwalin nodded, glancing to the three ahead of them. “Don’t test them too much,” was all he said, and Bofur nodded seriously before trotting along to the training area.

~*~

Thorin’s posture instantly changed as soon as he walked into the training grounds. He exuded confidence, his gaze sharp as he studied his dwarves and Bard’s soldiers. At some point during your walk, he had pulled you away from the Captain with a hand at the base of your back, sending shivers up to your neck as he absently stroked his thumb along your spine.

Eric had peeled off from the group as soon as he stepped foot in the area, shouting at his men with the practice of someone who was used to having his words listened to. You watched him walk away, amused at how completely different he seemed in his element.

Thorin pulled you gently along, and Dwalin spoke with him about how well the men were doing, what they needed to improve on, and other things that did not interest you in the slightest. You watched them, however, making sure no one got hurt because of their king observing them. Everyone was obviously trying to impress him, going so far as to use real swords for practice.

You frowned, leaning over to speak quietly to Thorin without disturbing anyone else. It brought you almost fully pressed against his side, and you did your best to ignore the warmth travelling up your neck. “They’re going to kill themselves trying to impress you, Your Majesty,” you teased lightly. “Maybe using the sharpened blades is a bad idea?”

Thorin chuckled, tugging you closer in an almost hug to respond. “Why would I be worried when Middle Earth’s most talented healer is watching them?

You rolled your eyes, fighting the smile that tried to escape at how nice being this close to him was. “Gandalf isn’t here. You’re stuck with me, unfortunately. And this healer—” You’re cut off as a bellow sliced through the air, and one of the human soldiers dropped to the ground like a sack of tatos. You immediately left Thorin’s side, rushing over to the obviously injured fellow.

He was young, no older than twenty, and his eye were scrunched shut in pain as he gripped his shoulder. The wound was deep, and his collar bone was visible on one side. Blood dripped everywhere, soaking his tunic and the ground beneath him, and he flinched away from you when you knelt beside him. “No, please… It hurts,” he grunted, sweat dripping down his pale face.

A dwarf behind you was stuttering apologies, muttering something about the boy being too tall to get a proper spar in. Thorin barked something at him in dwarvish, and Dwalin was dragging the offending dwarf off to who-knew-where.

You turned your full attention on the boy. “What’s your name, sweety?” you asked, examining the wound and trying to distract him at the same time.

“Simon,” Eric’s voice piped up right across from you, and you looked up in surprise to see him there. He smiled gently, patting the boy to try and calm him. “It’s alright, Simon. The pretty lady is going to help you.”

Thorin growled behind you.

You rolled your eyes. “I wouldn’t say that, but I am going to help you. Take a deep breath, and I’m going to try and put you back together, okay?” You didn’t wait for an answer as you let your hand hover right over the deepest part of the wound. Your magic came immediately when called, and you concentrated on knitting his tissues back together thoroughly and completely. It was slow, but within a minute or two, you heard the collective gasp as the crowd that had begun congregating around you watched the wound put itself back together right before their eyes. Four minutes in, and his shoulder was completely closed. A silvery scar was the only clue that he had ever even been hurt.

Simon sat up, and you found yourself enveloped in a bear hug. “Thank you,” he mumbled tearfully in your hair. “I’ve never hurt that bad in all my life. You’re amazing!”

You squeaked in response, unable to do anything else as the boy squeezed the life out of you. You wiggled your hands, and both Thorin and Eric pulled him from you. Eric patted Simon on the chest. “You can’t kill the healer after she’s helped you, Simon. Now, go change and take the rest of the day. You need to bathe.”

Simon beamed at you. “Sorry, my lady. Thank you, my lady,” he said, waving his arm. “Thank you again!” With that, he was off, obviously excited about having the day to himself.

Thorin pulled you up to your feet, and you wobbled a little. He gripped your waist, helping to steady you. “Are you alright?” he asked, concern creasing his brow.

“Fine,” you reply automatically, trying to wave him off. “I’ve healed worse than that before.”

He arched an eyebrow, his attention pulled from you to someone behind you.

“The soldiers are now starting to be a might vicious to one another, Thorin,” Dwalin said. “We might want to nip that one in the bud. It’s not going to help relations.”

Thorin sighed, releasing you reluctantly. He looked around for a moment, and when he set his gaze on Eric, he shouted for the human and motioned for him to come over. Once Eric was within speaking range, Thorin looked up at him. “We shall spar,” he said simply. “It should help to see the king and a captain from Dale working together.”

Eric chuckled, running a hand through his short blonde hair. “Excuse me? I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but I do not want an international incident to happen just because I stabbed the King Under the Mountain during a sparring match.”

Thorin’s expression grew predatory, and his eye narrowed into sapphire slits. “And what makes you think that will happen at all?” he asked, tone dangerous.

Eric blanched, realizing his mistake too late. “I didn’t mean—that is… Should the issue arise, I don’t want to tell my King that I hurt you?” he asked lamely.

Thorin chuckled, his hand drifting to unclasp his robe. “I assure you, even if you happen to land a blow, this is a sanctioned event. No armor, real swords. Let us see how well my own captains have trained, you, Eric. We need to show the troops that a dwarf/human fight is not always as cut and dry as it may look.”

Eric straightened, and he tugged at the chainmail armor he was wearing. He tossed it to the nearest human, now dressed in only a soft black tunic and pants. You turned your attention to Thorin and realized that he was wearing just as little.

You scowled. “This is ridiculous! Neither of you need to fight. What if you cut each other or end up stabbing someone? I think a conversation is in order, not a fight.” You waved your hands absently, irritated at both of them for being Neanderthals.

Eric seemed unphased at your words. “The lady may be correct,” he said thoughtfully. “Perhaps we should do this for more than just relations between kingdoms. A wager might be in order.”

Thorin unbuttons the cuffs on his tunic, rolling them up and exposing his thick, muscled forearms. You were concentrating on admiring every inch of golden skin, completely oblivious to the conversation. Oh, what you would let him do to you with those hands….

“….another night with the Healer…” Thorin’s voice drifted across your consciousness.

Your attention snapped immediately to the two men again. “What?”

Eric grinned sheepishly. “I merely suggested that the king let you visit with me, perhaps on a night when we are both not drinking. He seems to have a monopoly on your time. I thought you deserved a night away from royal decrees…”

“Thorin,” Dwalin interrupted, obviously not liking where this was going.

Thorin gave Dwalin a dangerous look, and the other dwarf returned his look with a puzzled one of his own. You could swear you saw Dwalin mouth the word ‘no’, but Thorin paid him no mind. “Agreed. Should you manage to best me in combat, I will give our healer here a night without my interference.”

“I am not an object, Thorin,” you hissed, placing your hands angrily on your hips. “You don’t have that right.”

“It is merely a night without me, dear healer. What you choose to do with it will be your own choice. The Captain here seems to think he can woo you. You will have to be the one to choose what to do. That is, of course, should he manage to best me.” Thorin’s lips quirked in a sly smile. “Should I win, then there will be no issues. You will spend the evening at my side instead.”

“No. If you do this, I’ll spend the evening with Dwalin and both of you can spend the evening with each other.” You turned to give the dwarf a glare, realizing they had started moving to the largest arena in the area. “I’m serious, Dwalin,” you growled, trotting up to him as Thorin and Eric chose weapons. “I might let them both bleed out if they stab each other.”

Dwalin chuckled. “They’re only doing it to impress you, lass. I think the lad has taken a slight fancy to you, and Thorin is… not pleased about it.”

The thread-like sliver of the bond you’d reignited the night before tugged, and you rubbed at your chest. Thorin was doing this for you, whether you wanted it or not, to show that he was the best mate. It was a primal urge, this need to impress you with his prowess and stamina, and you knew that there was nothing you could do to stop it. This was simply nature demanding he prove himself. The dwarven bond was not something to take lightly, and even as broken as yours was, Thorin was doing his best to piece it back together. If he wasn’t careful, he’d throw you both back into one of those desperate mating frenzies that he fought so hard against last year. The ones Thorin hadn’t consummated no matter how much you tried to entice him.

Once again, reality crashed back into your brain like a bucket of cold water being dumped on you. You couldn’t put yourself back into that situation. They could do their testosterone-fueled fights, and you would simply let them both down. No matter who won.

Happy with your decision, you took a seat on the fence to watch the two begin their battle. They had both chosen a sword and shield combination, and you flinched as Eric rushed Thorin, his sword singing through the air as Thorin deftly blocked it.

The two of them battled, the sound of swords clashing and bouncing off each other with a metaling twang. They soon tossed the shields, leaving them with nothing but the sword they had chosen. Ten minutes in, you realized this was going to be more interesting than you first thought. Eric was very good with his sword. He had obviously paid attention to the dwarven trainers because he met Thorin’s moves with elegant ones of his own.

This was going to take a while.

You let your mind wander as you sat on the fence, the sounds and grunts of the sparring in front of you slowly fading into background noise. With a jerk, you realized that the world had gone fuzzy, and you frantically glanced around at the scene. You weren’t in the training grounds anymore; instead, you were on the frozen waterfall with Thorin and Azog, the orc hovering over the dwarf with a look of victory on his face.

You tried to reach out for Thorin, fear gripping your heart tightly as you watched the Orc’s blade slide into Thorin’s gut. Shrieking, you tried to get to him, but you couldn’t move. Your body wouldn’t respond to your commands. Blood, rich and red, pooled around Thorin, and with a triumphant roar, Azog stood to his full height and looked at you. Your heart was pounding in your ears, and you watched in horror as he moved towards you at an impossible speed.

With his good hand, Azog wrapped his fingers around your throat. “You do not see what is right in front of you, Healer,” he growled, his hand tightening around the column of your throat. “Creatures more dangerous than I are stalking your mate. Stalking you.”

The Thorin laying on the ground grunted in pain, reaching out to you with a heartbreaking expression. You wanted to go to him, but you couldn’t force your body to respond.

Azog shook you, pulling your attention back to him. “Do you have the strength to save him again? Do you even want to?”

His face darkened, and the pale skin on his face melted down to the bone. Black sockets stared back at you, and the jaw dropped as a horrific shriek filled the air.

With that, Azog throws your body like a sack of potatoes, and you land on your back as all the air in your lungs leaves you. Flailing wildly, you fight against all the hands that are currently on you, sucking in a deep, life-saving breath. Your vision is slowly fading, and you watch helplessly as this Thorin disappears, still reaching for you. You bucked as you felt a weight settle on your waist, and your arms are pressed to the ground above your head. Voices slowly reach your ears, and you scrunch your eyes tightly closed even as you continued to fight against the weight above you.

“No!” you shouted, “I have to get to him! I have to…” You still as a hand cups your cheek, opening your eyes to meet Thorin’s worried gaze. “Thorin?” you croaked, tugging on your hands that are still above your head. It’s at this moment you realize the dwarven king is sitting on top of you, both of your wrists easily held in one of his hands.

He sweeps his thumb across your cheek to wipe away the tears falling there. “Are you alright?” he asked, ignoring the growing crowd around you.

You shook your head, still not trusting yourself to speak as flashes of Thorin laying bleeding on the ground in front of you still swam in front of your eyes. You hiccupped, a sob escaping your lips.

At the sound, Thorin was immediately shifting to pull you up into his warm embrace. You pressed your face into the crook of his neck, clinging to him as you let the tears fall. It was all overwhelming. You had never had a vision slide into reality like that one did, and it had felt so real. The thought of Thorin laying there on the ice while he bled out again caused the tears to start all over again, and you barely registered the gentle rocking that was happening.

“Let’s get her somewhere less crowded,” Eric murmured above your head, and for once, Thorin agreed without comment. He stood up gracefully, barely shifting you, and he began walking out of the training grounds. You heard Dwalin and Eric pushing people out of the way, and it wasn’t long before you heard doors open and shut tightly as he walked through them.

You hear someone starting a fire, and Thorin sits down, stroking your back lightly to calm you. He presses his lips gently against your forehead. “Can you talk about it?” he murmured. “It always helped to talk about it before.”

You pulled away from Thorin reluctantly, wiping your face on the sleeve of your dress. “N-no. I…. I’m sorry. I’ll be alright. I didn’t hurt anyone, did I?” You shift to slide out of his arms altogether, but he holds you with a strong grip around your middle.

His gaze is even as he grins, tilting his head towards Eric, who had just finished stoking the fire to a roaring warmth. “You did manage to throw the human halfway across the arena,” he chuckled. “I had to restrain you to make sure that didn’t happen to anyone else. It was not as easy to throw me off.” His voice dropped slightly, slithering its way low in your belly as you imagined all the other ways he could subdue you. Pointedly ignoring the way your body responded, you pulled away from his embrace and shifted to sit next to him on the large bed.

Large bed?

Blinking, you hazarded a look around the room you were in, eyes widening when you saw Orcrist hanging from the wall right next to Thorin’s oak branch. The room was sparse, aside from the weapons hanging on the wall, there was very little decorating the area. The bed was the centerpiece of the entire area, a large, firm mattress settled on a simple yet exquisite bedframe. It was the room of a warrior, and you hadn’t set foot in here in over a year.

Frowning, you rubbed your eyes angrily and took a deep breath. This was not where you wanted to be right now.

You looked up at Eric, who still looked worried. “I’m so sorry. I did not mean to hurt you.”

The human shrugged off your apology with a charming grin, running his hands through his disheveled hair. “You didn’t, m’lady. I was more worried about you. I’ve never seen someone in the throes of a vision like that. I wanted to make sure you were alright.” He looked slightly uncomfortable in his current situation, inching slowly towards the door.

You smiled at him and plucked at your skirt. “Thank you. I appreciate it. I’m alright, though.” You stood quickly. “It’s probably time I leave. I’m sorry to have ruined your fight.”

“Oh, we can always have a rematch. The fight was over the minute you tipped off the fence with that shriek. It was possibly the scariest sound I’ve ever heard,” Eric said, “I thought you’d died. So when you tossed me away like a rock, I was really relieved. You weren’t dead.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head absently. “Anyway, I need to check on Simon and get back to my duties.” He nodded to all three of you, opening the door. “But, should you ever want a night away from demanding kings, Bofur knows where to find me.” With a flirtatious wink, he slid out the door, the latch clicking shut.

Dwalin stood by you for a moment, then patted your shoulder as he also headed for the door. “You gave us all a scare, lass. I believe Thorin is ready for you to tell him what was in that vision. I’ll leave you to it.” And then he was gone, leaving you alone in a bedroom with Thorin.

You spun on your heel and looked at the king, sitting quietly on the edge of his bed.

He stood, noting your unease, and motioned at two of the chairs sitting in front of the fireplace. “I would like to finish our conversation. We both know you are not sleeping after a vision like that.”

You nodded, seeing no way of getting out of this, and sat in the large, cushioned chair on the right. Sinking into the warm seat, you let out a sigh of contentment. It was the most comfortable you’d been all day.

Thorin took the seat across from you. He watched the fire for a few minutes, and the two of you sat in complete silence while he gathered his thoughts.

“I have never felt, with anyone, the way that I feel with you,” he started, still looking into the fire. “Retaking Erebor was easier than sifting through the emotions you produce just by standing next to me. I would rather face another dragon than experience the envy I feel when another man speaks to you. I know I have no right, no claim to any part of you, least of all your heart, and yet…. Every piece of my soul screams out for me to take you and make you mine again. In every possible way.”

You sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as his words drift over you. The ache in your chest grew, and you were completely unable to form a coherent sentence. You did not want to break this moment, so you stayed quiet and waited for him to continue.

“I have no right to ask, but I would tell you my side of what happened that day if I could. Not to make excuses, but to at least let you understand.” He turned to look at you, and you caught his gaze without thinking. “If you do not wish to hear it, then you are welcome to leave. I would never keep you against your will, and I have no desire to make this worse.”

Staring into his eyes, you knew there was a question in the statement. You did not want to hear it, but the look in his eye was one of desperation. He wanted this talk, but he wouldn’t force you. It was you balancing on the knife’s edge of two choices, and you knew that whatever you chose would change the course of your relationship for good with this beautiful dwarf.

The question, however, was what were you going to choose?

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luimagines · 3 years ago

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First Kiss! Part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2 will include Sky, Legend and Time

Content under the cut!

Sky

Walking through the town was something mundane and simple.

Walking through town hand in hand with your boyfriend Sky was comforting, a journey and a delight.

You always seemed to see things differently when he was around and you’re not sure why but walking with him always made things look brighter, happier, more enjoyable. You never wanted it to end.

The two of you turned into the town square and watched the others of the group disperse into the natural inclinations for civilization. You laughed and leaned against Sky as they went away, the two of you not having a destination in mind.

“I don’t actually want to do anything right now.” Sky admitted as you walk. “Is there something you had in mind or can we go?”

You hum and think for a moment and realize that there’s not much you think the town can offer you at the moment that would be worth staying and shake your head. “Nope. I’m good.”

Sky smiled and begins to drag you along to the outer rings of the place, making random turns at random times just trying to create distance no matter how imaginary.

“I thought we were leaving.” You snort and stop in your tracks, keeping Sky from moving forward.

Sky blushes a little and uses his other hand to scratch the back of his head. “I realized we would need to check in with someone and I didn’t know where any of them went. So-”

“So we can’t leave because someone could go looking for us?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah...”

You snort and cover your mouth with your free hand. “I should have known.”

“What?”

“You’re too much of a good boy to just ditch people.” You grin and tilt your head. ”Which is cute but I should have known there’s no way you’re a bad boy, even for as something as trivial as knowing where we are.”

You shake your head good naturedly and feel Sky get closer. “Honestly I should have-”

Sky gets into your personal space and the close proximity stuns you into silence.

Sky raises an eyebrow and leans even closer. “I can be a bad boy, if I wanted to.”

The air suddenly feels charged and while you’re not sure with what, you somehow manage to get your tongue working again to shape the words you need to say. “No offence dear, but I doubt that.”

Sky leans in and you lean back to gain some space, less he collide with your face only to feel your back collide with a wall behind you.

You’re trapped.

You gulp and look up into Sky’s eyes with confusion, only marginally intimidated by his actions.

Sky smirks and you feel a blush cover your face as you bite your lip. You look down out of embarrassment and try to figure out what’s going on with your heart at the same time. Sky finally lets go of your hand and brings his arm over your head to rest his weight on it, his other hand coming up to put a finger under your chin, lifting it just a little higher for you to properly look him in the eyes.

The action combined with the somewhat devilish look on his face and his action have you go weak in the knees and you press yourself deeper into the wall for some semblance of stability.

Sky looks you up and down at the sight and tilts his head, the smirk ever present.

He’s enjoying this.

Your heart is pounding, all you seem to hear is your blood rushing in your ears and your whole body feel too warm and ice cold at the same time.

Sky leans into your face and you can feel his breath on your cheeks as he places little butterfly kisses against you. He brushing his nose against yours on accident but it fails to feel that way. If anything it makes the moment more intimate and charges something in you.

The little kisses he leaves on your face are a kind of sweet torture you’re not sure you can bare for any longer.

You gulp and flutter yours eyes open- not sure when you closed and gasp for a breath. “Oh my god, kiss me.”

Sky stills and you think you might have pushed something just before he angles himself in front of you again and presses his lips against yours.

Your close your eyes and lose yourself in the feeling.

Your hands travel up his check and rest on his shoulders before closing in by his collar bone and snaking behind his head to tangle themselves in his hair.

Sky keeps his arm on the wall but uses his other hand to tilt your head even higher, pushing himself against you as he kisses you deeper.

A loud cough has the two of you jumping away from each other and you can’t help feeling a little pissed that someone interrupted your moment.

There stands Time, a smirk and knowing look in his eye. “Pardon the interruption, but I believe I was tasked to bring Sky to Warrior for a consultation. That is.... unless you’re busy.”

Sky coughs and steps away from you. “No, I... I can go.”

You glare at Time, not at all subtle in your intentional message you’re trying to send.

Time holds back his snickers... barely. “Good. I’ll him know you’re on your way.”

Sky blushes at being caught and laughs a bit when he sees you. “We’ll continue later.”

You blink and only then feel a little shame at also being caught- or it shame for how much you enjoyed it.

You nod at Sky and watch him- his phantom touch still on you.

You collapse against the wall and sigh.

That was not what you were expecting.

Legend

Running.

You and Legend were running through the castle trying to lose the tail of the guards that have found out that you two were very much not supposed to be there. Your party clothes billowed behind you and your steps echoed through the mostly empty hallways, more of them thundering behind you as more guards joined the cause.

“This is the last time I follow you blindly, Link.” You hiss and nearly trip over yourself.

Legend spins with little to no trouble at all and grabs your shoulder, helping you get back onto your feet and throwing you in front of him.

“It’s not like I asked for this.” Legend hisses back to you and pushes you to keep running through the hallways.

You want to stop and breath and leave but you’re lost and Legend knows this place better than you do so you’re stuck with him if you want to survive and not get caught.

Without waring Legend pulls you into a sharp turn and closes a door you didn’t notice behind you only stopping at the last moment to not slam it and instead rest it gently, closing even the small gold threaded curtain over the little peep window.

Around you is a somewhat closed off spiral stair case and another door in front of you that leads into another unknown area but you can hear people.

You’re still not safe but no one seems to have heard you come in just yet.

“This must be one of the servant stairwells.” Legend says as he pants, resting his hands on his knees. You had though that when Legend had first appeared next to you in his finery that he was very handsome. And even when he’s all disheveled and exhausted, you still find yourself appreciating how every curve and sharp angle is accentuated by the outfit.

But this isn’t the time for that.

“Can we get out through here?” You ask, leaning up against the wall. there’s not a lot of space between you and Legend where you stand but you’re too tired to compute it at the moment.

“Not without getting seen by more people.” Legend sighs. “We’ll just wait for the guards to pass and then head out the other way.”

You nod and continue to pant, placing your hand over your heart as if that would stop it from beating out of your chest.

Legend takes a few more breaths and walks over to stand next to you and places his weight against the wall as well. He opens his mouth to say something before abruptly shutting it with a click and forcing you to duck down as well when you hear the guards that were chasing you just outside the door that hide you from their gaze.

You stop breathing entirely, leaning closer to Legend who places himself between you and door.

You wait.

They leave.

The two of you nearly collapse into each other when you hear them take their leave to continue their search for you somewhere else.

You both stand up again and Legend reaches for the door.

Someone begins coming down the stairs.

Your eyes widen, body ready to run out the door but you’re being pressed against the wall with Legend on top of you before you can think of moving a muscle.

Legend presses his lips against yours and traps your body there with his own. He attempts to coax a response out of you as the steps continue to descend, his hand burring itself into your hair as the other pulls you closer by your hip.

Your eyes flutter close and your hands come up to cradle his face, kissing him back like you’ve been wanting to do the entire night.

Legend groans a little as he deepens the kiss and angles you closer to his body.

You begin running your hands all over him, trying to map out his curves and angles that you’ve eyeing the entire night with your hands.

Legend responds favorably and even bites your lip when you refuse to let him kiss you even deeper.

“UM!” A voice squeaks. “My apologies but uh... you can’t be here.”

You break away and Legend turns around to address the poor maid that had caught you two.

“Sorry.” He flushes and waves her away. “We’ll be on our way. We didn’t know.”

You swear you blush all the way to your feet and can’t even bring yourself to look the poor girl in the eye as you both leave.

Legend subtly looks around for anyone who might still looking for you even you both leave and you both calmly leave the stairwell and the maid and begin to make your way out of the castle.

You hand finds its way to your mouth, the phantom touch of his lips on yours still tingling in the present moment because of it.

“I’m sorry.” Legend blurts in the quiet moment, his face a deep red as he looks down. “I panicked... but that doesn’t make that ok. It was the heat of the moment but... I probably could have found another solution or maybe we could have just ran.”

You bite your lip and hold your hands behind your back. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“I just assaulted you-”

“You’re a good kisser-”

You both stop in your tracks and stare at each other wide eyed.

“What did you just say?” You speak at the same time.

You gulp and shake your head. ”I didn’t think you... If I didn’t want you to...Um...” You look away first and try to hide behind your hair. “I wanted to kiss you all night, so.... I’m not complaining.”

“You- you did?”

You blush deeper and try to walk away from him as you talk, as if that would negate how he would still be able to hear you even now that you’re both outside. “For awhile now actually, but.... uh... you look very handsome like that, so the urge was stronger than usual.”

Legend doesn’t say anything for a while but you keep walking, trying to get away from the awkwardness Your friendship is going to change after this night and you can feel it. You just don’t want to acknowledge it.

It was a good kiss.

Footsteps begin thundering behind you and you turn around to see what’s got Legend in a panic before he tackles you to the ground- ruining your party clothes in the dirt before trapping your lips against his again.

He lifts himself off of you as he pants. “You can’t just say that and then leave.”

“I wasn’t trying-”

“You look gorgeous tonight, it was so hard to control myself.” He kisses you again.

You blink and stare into his eyes when he lifts himself off of you for the second time, letting a moment of silence over you before you take a breath. “Kiss me again.”

He grins and leans down.

If this is the change to your relationship, let it be known that you’re certainly not complaining.

Time

You sigh and watch the sun set just beyond the mountains in the west.

Every bone in your body felt tired and sore and there was nothing else that you wanted to do. You thought that one more person wanted to talk to you today you were going to lose it.

Time comes to sit next to you and puts a hand on your shoulder. He leans over to look in your eyes before he nods to himself and shifts his weight so that he sits with his front to your side.

Gently he coaxes you to move around also and you follow his lead without much question.

As soon as you’re with your back to him, his hands comes to rest on your shoulder and begin to knead.

You almost groan with the immediate pleasure and relief it brings you but the others are still nearby and you don’t want to give them any ideas.

You have no idea how he does it but Link always seem to know what you need without you saying anything and even before you even know.

You sigh and try to relax even further under his touch.

Time continues with his massage and travels all over your shoulders, upper back and neck.

Your eyes close and you lean back after a few minutes of this, right into Time’s lap. “Thank you.” You say and smile more genuinely toward him. “You didn’t have to but I feel better now.”

“Good.” He says and plays with the hair that falls over his leg. “You looked tense.”

“Everything was sore and not happy with me.” You blinked your eyes open and look up into his. “That felt nice.”

“Well you’re welcome.” He smiles back.

You grin and sit up again much to the protest of the rest of your muscles. With a small shimmy, you turn around and hop up to place a little kiss on Time’s cheek before you lose your nerve. “Payment.”

You don’t know where your boldness comes from but you’re not so shameless as to kiss Time fully while the whole group is very much nearby.

Time stills completely before he stands up after you.

You attempt to walk away and go back to the group before he can say anything but he catches your hand and pulls you back with a spin, trapping you with an arm behind your back and your chest against his.

You blush at the close proximity and try to pull away. “Time, the boys-”

Time lets go of the hand behind your back to free that up but he instead rests his hands on your waist and pulls you flush against him. “What about them? I believe that if that was the payment that you’re a little short on the change.”

He’s smirking when he says this.

He leans down and brushes his nose against yours. “If you’re ok with it that is.”

You gulp and stare at him wide eyed. You bite your lip in thought and you can see Time glance down at the subtle movement.

You grin and push yourself into him, closing the distance between you two with more vigor than either of you expected. The force pushes Time back a step and you throw your arms around him to stabilize yourself.

He kisses you back with as much passion as you want to believe he’s been holding back. You start to crumble from under him and he follows you down when your knees fail you, bending over to keep kissing you, to kiss you deeper and to pull you closer even if you’re bent in half at this point.

You don’t care.

Together, you lose yourselves in each other and try to memories each factor of him.

The broadness of his chest, the way his toned arms hold you, the way his lips move against you and your skin and how he moves from your lips to your neck-

“Oh for crying out loud- GET A ROOM!” Legend yells from across the camp and you pull away from time in shock.

Time calmly looks over and pulls you back on to your feet again. “Do you see one?”

“Time.” You whisper yell and smack his arm a little, your blush on your face clear as day even as the sun sets beyond the horizon.

He smirks and turns back to you, capturing one more kiss from you before he steps away with a low and frankly dangerous kind of chuckle. “Later.”

“Later?” You looks after him and cover you lips with your finger tips. “What do you mean by later?”

Time doesn’t turn around to answer you ad you don’t know if you’re excited for it or too embarrassed at the blatant wanton behavior of yours to even think beyond anything than going to bed and starting the next day.

Who are you kidding?

How are you going to sleep when time has frankly put your mind on over drive that that?

It’s going to be a long night.

Part 3

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #I kept my promises for Sky #y'all call me a tease but I was dead serious

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years ago

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Some Like It Rough

Gif credit @bodybebangin

18+ fic. SMUT SMUT AND MORE SMUT.

Taglist @ackles-nhl. @cbouvier23.

Hope everyone enjoys it.

Happy reading dollies

"I needed you. Where were you tonight"? Kayce sat on the edge of the bed holding his ribs.

"I was out with Beth". You leaned over and grabbed the medical bag.

"For six hours"!? Kayce hissed when you pressed on his side.

"We talked, she drank...a lot. Then we played some pool at the bar". You tell him wrapping his ribs up.

"Meet any guys"? Kayce nibbled on his lip, looking up at you.

"Not this again. I didn't talk to anyone except Beth and the bartender".

"Was he a guy"!? Kayce grunted as he tried to lay down on the bed. You huffed and put the medical bag back in the bathroom.

"Yes, he was. We hooked up in the bathroom while Beth table danced. He also has a wife and a kid on the way". You lied about two things but Kayce didnt care even if you joked. He was jealous.

"I think you should go stay with your parents. We need some time". Kayce sighed, getting comfortable in the bed.

"Why? So you can go fuck every girl you see? Thats what you want? Go for it". You aggressively grabbed your duffel bag and started stuffing your clothes inside. "You wanna know something, the whole time we talked we talked about you and I. Like I couldn't shut up about you. Beth was there ask her. Because I know she wont lie for me". You scoffed and grabbed your keys.

"Y/N, I'm sorry".

"I'm tired of your sorrys. You start a fight and then apologize. We never solve anything. I'm sick of it. That's all we do, since you got back. You need to grow up and figure out what you want whether it has me in it or not. Figure out your shit". You slammed the door behind you. Kayce had a lot to think about. First he hated being alone when he was hurt. He needed comfort. So he went to his big sister.

"So what was this fight about this time"? Beth lit up a cigarette.

"What happened at the bar"? Kayce relaxed in his rocking chair with a groan holding his side.

"We talked and I got a drink. What's all this about? I thought you two were good"?

"We were but I guess my jealousy took over. She came home looking good. Guys must have talked to her. Drooling over her and shit".

"The only guy we talked to was the bartender. He was nice. But married".

"So you didn't table dance"? Kayce chuckled when he figured out he was an asshole.

"Hell no. I'm not that drunk". Beth laughed.

"I think you owe her more than just a shit I'm sorry. You need to fuck her brains out". Beth looked at Kayce seriously.

"I'm not talking about this with you". Kayce gasped getting up from the rocking chair.

"I'm a girl. I know what we want. We want a hard rough fuck and a man that knows what the hell he wants. Not some chicken shit. So grow up and tell that girl you love her. And fuck her brains out". Beth sat back in her chair proudly. She knew her shit.

"Well, it'll have to be a slow fuck cause I'm banged up". Kayce laughed with a hiss.

"Just give her that dick good and she'll know you love her".

"Oh my god. I'm leaving. My sister just said good dick in the same sentence. Have a good night. Thanks". Kayce struggled as he tried leaning over to kiss Beth's head.

"That was the pg version. I could've gone graphic. You know me". She laughed as Kayce shook his head and limped down to his car.

Kayce knew what he wanted. He wanted you. He needed you. Kayce called your cell and nothing. He called your parents, nothing. He was starting to get worried. But he knew you wouldn't go stay with friends cause they would tell so he searched at the hotels around. Only two near the house. One was a nice place and the other was a hole in the wall.

"Is there a Y/N Dutton registered here"? Kayce asked the night clerk at the front desk of the nice place.

The lady typed on the computer. "Sorry no ones named that here".

"Can you try Y/N Y/L/N"? Kayce knew if you didnt use the Dutton last name then you would use your last name.

"She's here. Room 204. But am I allowed to give you her number? You a serial killer or something"? She was hesitant on giving Kayce the key.

This made Kayce chuckle. "No ma'am, I'm her boyfriend. We're in a long distance relationship right now but she's thinking about moving here". Kayce made up something so she would give him the key.

"Alright but if I find her in the morning dead, I saw your face and I will identify you. I'm not scared of you". The clerk pulled out a shotgun.

"Yes, ma'am. That's not going to happen though. You may hear some screaming and moaning but that's not from what you're thinking of". Kayce blushed a little but was honest, he didnt want her busting in and pointing that shotgun at him.

"You do you, boo. Go get your girl". She smiled and patted his hand as she passed him the key. Kayce snickered and started up the what felt like a hundred stairs. He groaned and grunted as he walked up holding his side. In his mind he was just hoping he was able to make you moan and not pass out at your feet.

Kayce knocked on the door. "Who is it"? Kayce heard your voice and smirked.

"Room service". Kayce disguised his voice.

The door opened and his eyes went wide, you cracked the door open in a towel. You had just got out of the shower.

"Kayce, what are you doing here"?

"Um, I, god you're beautiful". Kayce stepped in, licking his lips. He grabbed you by the waist and captured your lips with his. He closed the door behind him with his boot and your towel fell to the floor.

"Kayce"? You gasped when Kayce lifted you up, your legs immediately went around his waist. His calloused hands dug into your back as he kissed you.

Kayces knees hit the bed and he slowly laid you down. He released your lips and stood back.

You closed your legs and covered your chest. "Don't hide from me". Kayces husky voice made you tremble. Your inner thighs became wet. The heat from your center was radiating off of you.

Kayce smirked as he brought his shirt over his head and threw it across the room. He kicked off his boots and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor. When he first came he was hurting but as soon as he saw you. What pain?

He was already so hard. He could have hammered a nail with his hard on.

"Open your legs, baby. Let daddy see". Only a few times has Kayce went daddy and every time the night was amazing so you hardly ever done it so it could be special.

You let out a squeak, your legs falling open. Kayce smirked to himself when he saw how wet you were already. He took his middle finger and touched your clit. You thought you could have came right there. You bit your lip to quiet your moans.

Kayce chuckled, his slipped his fingers through your slit with ease, massaging your with his palm. "You like when daddy does this, dont you"? Kayce evil chuckled. You nodded.

Kayce bent down and got on his knees, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He started kissing your inner thighs. His beard tickled, but you loved it.

"Mmm". You started to buck your hips but Kayce held you down with his strong hands.

"Someone's eager". Kayce was inches away from your clit, you felt his hot break on your pussy lips. You felt yourself get wetter.

Kayce took the tip of his tongue and flicked your clit. Making you whimper to be touched.

He flattened out his tongue and pressed hard against your clit and started wiggling his tongue.

"Fuck". You gasped, your hand went to his hair.

He sucked on your clit, his middle and index finger teasing your entrance then slowly pushing in. It was driving you crazy for him not to be rough on you.

"Daddy". You moaned his name and he went faster. It encouraged him to go rougher. His fingers went in deep and rough. His middle finger pushing against your g-spot. "Oh fuck". One hand tangled in his hair and the other one holding on to the sheets.

"I'm gonna cum". Kayce sucked you clit as he looked up at you, his fingers never losing their pace. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming". You screamed over and over as you felt your first orgasm take over your body. It trembled and shaked as he kept fingering. He let go of your clit with a pop. Your hand reached down and stopped his. You couldnt take it.

"Such a good girl for daddy". Kayce grinned smacking his lips as he climbed up your body. He helped you scoot up the bed. His eyes never leaving yours. You let out a giggle, a blush upon your face.

"I just wanted to say...". You cut Kayce off by a kiss to the lips.

"Shut up and fuck me". You pulled Kayce on top of you. Wrapping your legs around him, a knot tied with your legs so he couldnt go anywhere.

"Yes, ma'am". Kayce gladly did as he was told. He lined himself up and pushed in. God, he stretched you in all the right places.

"Fuck, baby". Kayce mumbled into your skin of your chest. He started kissing along your collarbone, kissing your neck.

Kayce picked up his pace and his thrusts were deep and long. His hands resting on your back.

"I love you. I'm sorry for being jealous". Kayce spoke between kisses and thrusts.

"I forgive you". You kissed his chest and nibbled at his ear lobe. "I love you so much. Fuck". You threw your head back into the bed when Kayce thrusted in the right angle. God, did he know your body or what.

"You gonna cum again"? Kayce chuckled as he felt you start to squeeze his cock. You let out a whimper and a nod.

"Cum for daddy". Those words sent you straight to the stars. Your orgasm exploded around Kayce. His cock still thrusting as your orgasm still fired away. He was close. So close. Your walls were milking him.

"Fuck". Kayce grunted, his head fell to your chest as he came. His hot seed covered your walls. You wrapped your arms around him and held him as both your orgasms exhausted both of you. You laid there until he went soft and he pulled out of you. Getting under the covers, Kayce pulled you into his arms with a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

"I'm truly sorry that I always let my jealousy get in the way of our relationship. I'm going to work on that. Because I know you would never cheat on me". Kayce said as he cuddled you in more.

"I would never cheat on you, ever. Especially after that. Holy fuck that was amazing. You definitely out did yourself there Mr. Dutton". You giggled, moving a piece of hair from his face.

Kayce chuckled. "You'll have my sister to thank for that. She told me what you wanted".

"So you did talk to Beth and found out that I'm a good girl". You teased.

"I know that's a lie. But I know that you want me and I want you. I was just being bullheaded. I'm sorry".

"I forgive you. Now". You cleared your throat. "How bad are your ribs hurting"?

"Not to bad. Why"? Kayce eyed you.

"I want a ride again, cowboy". You pushed him on his back and climbed aboard the Kayce train. You were never getting off no matter how jealous Kayce was or how angry you were about it. You both loved each other and that wasn't going to change.

#kayce dutton fanfiction #kayce dutton x reader #kayce dutton #Kayce Dutton imagine #kayce dutton smut #yellowstone fanfiction #yellowstone smut #yellowstone imagine #yellowstone #Yellowstone tv #beth dutton #happys-crazy-queen22

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snuggetfish · 3 years ago

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majima pillow talk headcanons please?

Can do, anon 👀 Find them under the cut!

If you’re spending the night at Majma’s place, in the bed that he almost never uses for sleeping, let alone fucking... it's gonna be a foreign, though not unpleasant sensation for him. The weight of someone else's body on the mattress, the warmth they radiate. Their head nestled close to his, since he's only got one pillow. You see, there was never any need for more, not with his previous escorts and one-night stands who had money to collect and places to be.

And usually so does he. Though now that he’s got a stable partner... things are different. He wants to stay and he wants them to stay, but that's a request that is all too vulnerable to be communicated in words. So instead he maybe tries a hand placed on their waist or their thigh.

Once it's clear they're not going anywhere, the other hand would inevitably reach for his pack of cigs. Because it's his flat, Majima's not at all concerned about smoking in bed, even though usually he's mindful about indoor smoke. Listen, I know the cigarette after sex is a big cliche, but I reckon Majima would do it less as a form of relaxation and more as a way to keep his mouth busy while his partner talks... because they're going to have to be the ones initiating conversations, at least at first.

Praise is gonna stroke his ego and maybe make him blush ever so slightly. Sure he’s good at dishing it out during the act itself, but in the quiet afterglow, he’s suddenly very conscious of how intimate it sounds.

"You make me feel amazing" - now that’s not something he gets to hear often 😳 He’s quick to turn it right around - “Don’t go stealin’ my line” - although it’s actually the piercing look he gives you that holds the most meaning. Mellow and full of affection, a look that tell you he enjoys these pair-bonding moments more than you’d think.

So what if feelings are hard to discuss at first? There’s other topics that can take the edge off. Like a simple game of “would you rather?”, where the questions are casual and fun, but also gradually reveal bits and pieces about each other. And about future plans.

“Beach condo or mountain hut? If you were to escape to a far away place, leave it all behind.”

“What kinda choice is that, between a sunburn 'n a place my ass freezes off soon as I step outside? I’m more used to the city...”

Majima finds it hard to picture a home, as opposed to just a house, no matter its location. Though maybe if he had someone to share the space with... oh, now we’re back to the feelings 🙃

He decides to shoot you a question. He absolutely needs to know where you stand on this:

“Would ya rather live off karaage or takoyaki fer a year?”

“Are you so eager to get rid of me? Don’t think my arteries would last a full year...”

“Psssh, I’ve done both before ‘n lived. It’s the Majima Goro Fine Dinin’ Experience. Ya’ve gotta get used to it if ya plan on...”

He stops there, but in your head, you’re able to finish that thought: if you plan on sticking around.

And you do. And the more he learns that, the clingier he’ll get during pillow talk. If it started with a hand on the thigh, eventually it’s a full on death-grip cuddle, with either Majima’s head on your chest, listening to every heart beat, or the reverse. Anything is fine as long as you’re near - as near as possible - and yet not able to read each other’s expressions.

All you feel is the scrape of his stubble on your skin and on the crown of your head, as he finally opens up a little more about his past, the good times and the traumas included. There’s no immediate feedback, he can’t look into your eyes, so he feels less defenseless and a lot more willing to share. This is probably also the moment he finally gets comfortable losing the eyepatch around you.

But by the time all the word games have been played and all the grim histories dissected, one of you will likely be dozing off... and it’s not gonna be Majima. Not unless he’s had a particularly exhausting day at work. Given his night owl habits, it no trouble at all for him to stay awake well after your breathing has slowed along with your heart.

Just the time to voice the many confessions he’s left unsaid... 💙

#anon asks #snugasks #majima goro x reader

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diavolosthots · 4 years ago

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Hey dear! I hope that you have a good time! I want to make a request, but please delete it if you don't feel like doing it.

I saved that request in the notes and been waiting for you to open them 😊

For request

First fight with brother (any of your choice) and one of them (I mean MC or that brother) thinks that it's end of relationship (because never had anything serious), but they reconciled in the end. I want some heavy angst with happy ending. MC can be GN if that is OK.

If you don't mind you can do for Mammon, but feel free to choose another one if you don't feel like write for him. Or if that would be better to write as headcanons for all the brothers. That's up to you!

I haven't been doing requests for ages. Please don't hate me if there is something wrong! I've read the rules, and I hope I haven't missed anything.

Anyway, sorry for long ask. And thank you for your writings!

(I forgot to look if you did anything similar, and remembered it at the end of writing that ask. Sorry if you already did something like that!)

Hey babes ❤ I did end up doing HCs for all of them because I thought it would be cooler (or more like I know someone is gonna request separate fics for all of them if I dont and I'm saving myself that trouble lol) I still hope you like it ! ❤ also this got SUPER LONG so its under a cut

Warning: angst -> happy ending-ish

THE BROTHERS in a fight with MC and thinking that they’re over (yikes)

Lucifer:

Everyone always says Lucifer is quick to lose his cool but he’s honestly been nothing but patient with you. He may have hinted at several things he doesn’t condone and he definitely has that ‘look’, you know the disappointed dad look, but he has held back a lot so as to not ruin the beautiful relationship you have with him. Everyone snaps, though, and when he finally did, it was ugly. He did NOT call you names, but oh he didn’t. He went straight for your feelings and pointed out every mistake you ever made for as long as he’s known you. Ouch. In his defense, you weren’t nice either. The argument ended nasty and ‘I hate you’s!’ were definitely thrown around, but none of them were meant, right? Goodness, he doesn’t know. After you left, he threw himself on his bed, literally, and just stared at the ceiling. His anger slowly fled away and he began to feel… guilty. Not necessarily because of the argument itself, but because he delivered some low blows and he knows that. Are you over? Done with him? You haven’t texted or called or talked… you’ve been actively avoiding him and he doesn’t like that, but his pride is such an issue, goodness. He can’t straight up apologize, that dickhead, but he’s sending you flowers and standing in front of your door with a sad face that says it all.

“Forgive me? I made reservations at your favorite’s? We can talk over a nice dinner?”

Mammon:

Mammon is known to get mildly agitated over the silliest things, let’s be real. He’s also quick to revert to the “are you dumb?!” argument, which is never effective. But he loves you and he would do anything for you so even if you do do something that he deems ‘dumb’, he usually bites his tongue. Doesn’t mean that doesn’t get on his nerves, though, and he definitely has a short temper, although people tend to overlook that. You just managed to push his buttons today and he used the “are ya stupid?!” argument, to which you obviously defended yourself, and rightfully so. This ended in a massive screaming match and him saying “Then leave! Ain’t nobody keepin’ ya with me!” He regretted it the minute those words left his mouth and you could see his eyes grow wide in shock at his own words, but that didn’t mean you stayed. “MC!” he tried running after you immediately but you were faster and honestly, who can blame you? He fucked up, and he knows it, and he feels terrible about it. Honestly, he’s crying just at the mere thought of you taking his words seriously and he can’t… he can’t bear to lose you, you know? What’s he gonna do? You’re the light of his life, as pathetic as that may sound to some…. So he won’t let you run away. Homie will hunt you down and beg for forgiveness.

“Please, MC! Forgive me! I’m dumb, not you!!! Don’t leave me…” Don’t leave him. He will continue crying.

Leviathan:

His constant need to put himself down is frankly, quite annoying. To you anyway. But you put up with it and just reassure him that, at least to you, he’s the most amazing demon that ever existed. It’s just facts. But a person only has so much patience, right? You can’t always spend your days trying to lift him up when all he does is dig himself a bigger hole. Who has the emotional time for that? You sure don’t. “Oh my God, Levi! Shut up! I can’t take it anymore!” Followed by “See! You’re just like everyone else! Leaving me!” and then you slamming the door to his room shut. It’s frustrating and understandably so. It makes you feel awful that you can’t even make your own boyfriend feel good about himself and get at least a little bit of self confidence and it’s so, so, so very draining to have to constantly listen to that. At this point, it’s affecting your own mental health and you just… you just can’t…. But Levi can’t lose you because he knows you’re right. He has to work on himself if he wants to keep someone as amazing as you with him and that’s why he’s crawling back to you now.

“Look I… I know you’re right… I’m sorry. I promise I’ll … I’ll try. For you.”

Satan:

For being the Avatar of Wrath, you always admired Satan for his ability to keep cool. He prefers the relaxed and easy going life much more than the type of life people expect him to live, and you respect that. That doesn’t mean his constant need to one up Lucifer, through whatever means necessary, didn’t bother the hell out of you, though. You tried talking to him about it once or twice in a calm manner, but you always got the same answer “Pfft.. it’s Lucifer. Who cares?” And it never sat right with you. Just today he decided to pull a prank on the eldest and you had enough, standing in front of Lucifer and letting the bucket of cursed green slime land on you instead, to everyone’s shock. “What are you doing?!” Now that you’re thoroughly green from head to toe, you were also beyond pissed. “What am I doing?! What are YOU doing?!” But Satan matched your anger tenfold, accusing you of favoring Lucifer over him and oh! “You probably got an affair with him, too!” Which was a stupid thing on his part, but it looked like it the way you defended him. Anger doesn’t even begin to describe the emotion you felt running through you and had it not been for Lucifer, you probably would’ve physically fought Satan for such a dumb accusation. Lucifer took you to get cleaned up and lifted the course, giving you your natural skin and hair color back within a few days and plenty of scrubbing, and Satan felt like shit. You’ve always been there for him and, rationally speaking, he didn’t have a reason to doubt your loyalty to him, but he just can’t help but feel insecure beside Lucifer…. He decides to come apologize anyway, a deep blush on his face and guilt in his eyes

“I’m… sorry for accusing you. It wasn’t my right to speak out of anger and jealousy…”

Asmodeus:

How can anyone fight with the Avatar of Lust? Seriously, the guy is super easy going and he loves pretty much everyone. Not as much as himself, but almost. You on the other hand… you didn’t. Well you didn’t NOT love him or yourself, but you were just… you. You didn’t spend 4+ hours in the bathroom trying to get ready when you knew you were only going to the kitchen down the stairs. Like?? Although you never brought it up to Asmodeus, he constantly bothered you about skincare and what foods to eat and what not to eat, etc… It’s quite annoying, honestly, and at some point you just gave him a passive aggressive “Okay, whatever. Can we move on now?” To which he didn’t take lightly. He was still nice and sweet, trying to convince you that at least one of these things will make your skin glow brighter than a unicorn’s ass but you just had enough. “Can you stop?! You’re indirectly saying I’m ugly without that shit ton of product in my face and a diet that would make me starve before it helped me! If you want a skinny VS angel that barely holds onto their skeleton, get one!” It was more hurt and frustration speaking than anything, but your outburst still shocked him and he was taken aback for a moment. And then you ignored him for a week straight and as someone who thrives off of attention, especially the kind he gets from you, he can’t handle that! So he showed up in your room in sweats and a tshirt and messy hair and no product on his skin.

“You’re right… we’re all naturally beautiful…. Wow that… that really hurts to say MC but can you forgive me?”

Beelzebub:

Oh the sweet, sweet angel. He’s far from innocent and you know that. We all know that. But for this story, I will give him the benefit of the doubt. His reliance on Belphegor is just really… annoying. Belphegor this, Belphegor that. “Belphie used to…” or “Belphie said….” or “one day when Belphie and I….” Like why does everything have to include his twin? It’s so annoying and so rude when your significant other is right here !!! and planning their own future with you, Beel, thanks. It makes you feel less than and like Belphegor will always come before you. It makes you feel like shit, quite frankly, and who is to blame you? “Hey MC did I tell you what Belphie---!” “No! Shut up! I don’t care! It’s always about Belphie! The day you come to me and don’t let that name drip from your tongue is the day Jesus comes back to save me and we both know that will be never! I’m tired of always being stuck with Belphegor! We are not equals!” Granted, you shouldn’t have yelled and Beel was more than confused at your outburst, but you wouldn’t talk to him anymore after that so he left you alone. He thought you may need an hour or two, maybe a day tops, but that day turned into a full week and he even lost his appetite just because he knows you’re angry with him. It’s been a week, does that mean you’re over? His heart aches just at the thought…

“I’m sorry for bringing Belphie up… I don’t want you to feel less than, MC. You mean a lot to me and so does Belphie, but you’re not Belphie and I need to learn that…”

Belphegor:

Honestly it’s a miracle he hasn’t lost his temper at you yet. Well, he partially blames it on his own laziness because if being angry or getting upset didn’t take so much energy out of him, maybe he would’ve snapped by now lol, but he tries really hard not to because he thinks your relationship with him after everything is pretty good, considering yall kiss and snuggle and fuck on a regular basis. But anyway, that’s exactly the issue. Considering everything, you’re still holding *that* against him. It’s never direct either, which makes it worse. It’s always said in a joking manner and something like “haha look it’s just like that one time you killed me” or “Beel’s grabbing that ham like you grabbed my throat” or “I remember seeing jesus for a moment there” and it agitates him. It makes him so angry, and he finally snapped. “I know I fucked up MC! Stop holding it against me! What do you want? A medal of honor? A survivor's certificate? Maybe a pat on the back for developing some sort of Stockholm syndrome that made you come back to your abuser?!” And then he left. And you may have cried both from confusion and your own anger, he isn’t quite sure. It’s just so…. Aggravating. He can’t deal with it. He knows it was a mistake spurted by his own insecurities and survivor’s guilt which ultimately led to his hatred but please, stop holding it against him.. He can’t keep putting up with it from the person he’s grown to love. He’s the one ignoring you and he won’t budge either because he’s a stubborn ass, but maybe if you come up first…

“I’m sorry for yelling at you… I’m just so tired for it being held against me… I love you, and you should know that, and I do feel guilty about what happened.”

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