#and I did a little practise just to see what it’d look like

[kaz-oooo]

I’m a lover of epistolary fics and I wanna write more! But part of me wants to write a fic that’s entirely handwritten cos idfk.. it’d be fun for me!

That said my handwriting is absolutely atrocious (okay. maybe not atrocious, but my hand gets sore quickly so it’s wildly inconsistent) and it absolutely does not match with the character I was wanting to write about.

[babyleostuff]

I've got to feed my delusional ass, so as someone who is a huge nerd i was wondering if you do seventeen hcs to their Friend / S/O / Crush being an actor and playing a phenomenal iconic TV pop culture character? . i have always been dying to get Idol! Seventeen X Actress reader

seventeen x actress!reader | ot13

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL 

𓆩♡𓆪 he would be a loud and proud supporter - even if the topic of conversation wasn't in any way related to you or even cinema, Cheol would find a way to mention your latest role (he would also probably pull out his phone, and show a bunch of “behind the scenes” photos)

𓆩♡𓆪 he would be the type to fly out to whatever location you were currently shooting at, and surprise you with a bunch of flowers and his Choi Seungcheol™ dimple smile

𓆩♡𓆪 i don’t want to be that person, but i think he would get a bit jealous, and he wouldn’t like watching the kissing scenes - not because he is possessive or anything, he is so happy you get to do what you love, but sometimes he could get slightly insecure of the bond you have with your male co-stars, especially because you spend so much time with them 

𓆩♡𓆪 so he will close his eyes during a kissing scene, but the best solution to cheer him up again is just to give him a couple of (or more) kisses, and he’ll be all smiley and happy again

YOON JEONGHAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 the silent supporter - he wouldn’t start talking about you out of the blue like Cheol, but whenever a trailer of your newest movie would be shown at  the movies, he’d sit there all proud thinking “that’s right, that’s my incredible girlfriend”

𓆩♡𓆪 and he would always bring you to your favourite restaurant when you’d finish shooting, one - to catch up on the time you missed out on, second - to remind you how proud he is of you 

𓆩♡𓆪 Hannie would love to listen to all of the stories you’d share from the set, as well as the photos and videos, and he’d sit through the whole night listening to you, because he knew how happy it made you to talk about your work 

𓆩♡𓆪 he would also keep every ticket from all of your movies when he went to the cinema to see them, probably keeping them in a little box somewhere where you wouldn’t find it 

HONG JOSHUA 

𓆩♡𓆪 i feel like Joshua would be very similar to Jeonghan - the most important thing for him would be for you to know how proud he was of you, he wouldn’t have the need to express it to the whole universe, because people already knew how great of an actress you were 

𓆩♡𓆪 he’d be quite quiet while watching your movies, but you knew it was because he didn’t want to miss even a second of it, especially if it was your scene 

𓆩♡𓆪 and he’d gladly listen to all of your small comments throughout the movie - how you shot that specific scene, or how much you messed up your lines in that specific moment 

𓆩♡𓆪 Joshua would look at you with this smitten gaze, unable to resist the warm feeling when he looked at you all excited and happy 

𓆩♡𓆪 by the end of the movie he’d have a whole paragraph of compliments ready, and he’d make it corny on purpose - to make you both a bit shy, but also to make you laugh  

WEN JUNHUI 

𓆩♡𓆪 as a fellow actor, he’d help you figure out your lines and scenes, he’d practise with you - even if it took the whole night 

𓆩♡𓆪 and he’d be the first person in the line at the movies, with a set of popcorn and drinks, because Jun would be that excited to see your movie 

𓆩♡𓆪 after, he’d send you tons of messages saying how good the movie was, and how good of a job you did, and after writing a whole paragraph of how proud he was of you, he’d call you right away, basically saying all of the things he already wrote 

𓆩♡𓆪 also, the moment it’d come out on streaming platforms he’d watch it with you, gushing the whole time how you crushed that role and how good you looked 

KWON SOONYOUNG 

𓆩♡𓆪 he would be so excited over you being an actress, like - you get to shoot at all of these cool locations, in front of a green screen, and they can make you into a superhero? he’d beg you to tell how all of the movie magic happens, and sometimes you’d find him going through your camera roll to look at the photos from set 

𓆩♡𓆪 you can be sure he’d watch your movies multiple times, he’d buy the DVDs and bring them with him on tour (even though most of them could be found online, he’d still buy them)

𓆩♡𓆪 one time, he even proposed that there should be photocards in the DVDs so he could collect yours 

𓆩♡𓆪 and he’d make the boys watch them with him, even if he’d have to drag Mingyu to the couch, he would fight him just so he would watch the damn movie 

LEE JIHOON 

𓆩♡𓆪 same as Jeonghan and Joshua - he’d be tremendously proud and supportive of you, but in a silent way 

𓆩♡𓆪 and he’d keep the DVDs and Blu-rays in his studio, neatly keeping them on a shelf, with your framed photo as well 

𓆩♡𓆪 if he ever had a bad day, couldn’t figure out a beat, or finish writing lyrics, Jihoon would pick out his favourite movie of yours and play it, so he could take his mind off of the work 

𓆩♡𓆪 i believe he said he isn’t a big movie watcher, as he doesn’t really have time for that, but  he’d always make time for watching your movies, every single one of them (even if you’d tell him that it was alright if he didn’t want to or was too tired, he’d take you the movies himself)

JEON WONWOO

𓆩♡𓆪 artsy boy ⅓ - he would love to talk about the technicalities of the movie, like the camerawork, the cinematography, or the CGI - you could literally spend hours after the movie talking about it 

 𓆩♡𓆪 he would ask you a lot of questions about different shorts, and how they were filmed

𓆩♡𓆪 i feel like he would be too shy to verbally compliment you, because there are no words in the dictionary that could express how proud he was of you, and how great of a job you were doing 

𓆩♡𓆪 but you’d know how supportive he was of you - if he wasn’t, would he be the one insisting on seeing every single one of your movies the moment they premiered? 

𓆩♡𓆪 and on the way home, Wonwoo would have your hand in his, and not let go of it even for a second, looking at you with so much love and adoration, that you’d practically melt under his gaze

LEE SEOKMIN 

𓆩♡𓆪 you’d have a movie marathon once a month where Seokmin would choose a couple of your movies to watch (even if you wouldn’t want to, he’d give you his puppy eyes and you wouldn’t have any other choice)

𓆩♡𓆪 and he would make you say your lines out loud - for some reason it always made him so happy, and you’d always do that because it made him so excited 

𓆩♡𓆪 if he was busy because of work, and didn’t get to watch your movie right away, he’d send you tons of messages apologising that he wouldn’t be able to watch it (and you’d always reassure him that it was fine, of course)

𓆩♡𓆪 but the moment he’d get some time off, he’d make a whole date out of it - first bringing you to your favourite restaurant, then going to the movies, and finishing the day with watching the sunset 

𓆩♡𓆪 it would be his way of apologising, and making up for the time you had to spend apart, and to be honest, you preferred it that way, because it always ended being one of your favourite dates 

KIM MINGYU 

𓆩♡𓆪 artsy boy ⅔ - this man would have like those countdown widgets on his phone, to keep track for when your next movie would come out, and he would drag you to the cinema himself to watch it with you 

𓆩♡𓆪 same as Wonwoo, would talk about the cinematography, and gush about the amazing shots and scenery, to the point where you’d have to remind him that “hey, i was in that movie as well!” 

𓆩♡𓆪 but he’d do that just to tease you - you always  got so pouty and cute when he “forgot” to praise you too, and he would make that up by clinging to you when you got home, and list all of the things he loved about you in that movie 

𓆩♡𓆪 another one that might get a bit jealous when it comes to kissing, and all of that intimate stuff, so it’d be his turn to be pouty and whiny 

𓆩♡𓆪 but he’d quickly realise how stupid that was - you’re literally using him as a human blanket, cuddled in his bed, if anything they should be jealous of Mingyu for having you all to himself 

XU MINGHAO 

𓆩♡𓆪 artsy boy  ³ ⁄ ³ - again, same as Wonwoo, and Mingyu - he’d love to talk about all of the technicalities, camerawork, and would love to see all of the photos from the set and your shooting locations

𓆩♡𓆪 he’d also be the type to surprise you on set, totally out of nowhere (he’d probably write you how busy he was, and that he wouldn’t be able to come and see you, and the pop out out of nowhere)

𓆩♡𓆪 and if you’d be watching it together at the cinema, he’d hold your hand through the whole movie, and squeeze it from time to time

𓆩♡𓆪 if it was more of a, how to say it, psychological? movie - Hao would love to talk about it, i mean you’d probably sit through the whole night cuddled under the duvets in your bed, trying to understand the ending, or pondering on all of the small confusing parts of the movie 

𓆩♡𓆪 and there would be no jealousy there, Mingaho is a very secure and confident person, especially when it comes to your relationship 

BOO SEUNGKWAN

𓆩♡𓆪 Boo would love to go over the scrip with you, helping you with the lines, and acting out different scenes with you, i can imagine how much fun that would be 

𓆩♡𓆪 and if he’d got the chance to visit you on set, he’d look at you with wide heart eyes, adoring everything you’d do, even if you’d be doing a simple dialogue scene, he’d be all smiley 

𓆩♡𓆪 and he would be so happy seeing you happy, doing what you love, and having fun on set - no matter how many kissing scene you’d have to shoot, he’d still be 100% supportive

𓆩♡𓆪 and everyone on set would love him too, i mean, how can you not love this man? 

𓆩♡𓆪 Seungkwan would keep all of the tickets, posters, and flyers from your movies, he’d frame some of them, or hang them on the wall in his room 

CHWE VERNON

𓆩♡𓆪 oh my god, my favourite movie bro - Vernon would eat every single one of your movies up! Like, he loves watching movies, and if you’re in one too??? Automatically 10/10 

𓆩♡𓆪 he’d love to hear all of the stories from set, and he’d be the one nagging you to send more pictures from the location you were currently shooting at 

𓆩♡𓆪 and because you knew you big of a fan and a movie geek he was, you’d always make sure to get him an invitation to your every movie premiere 

𓆩♡𓆪 this man would fanboy so much when he’d meet your co-stars, or the directors, like that would be a dream come true for him 

𓆩♡𓆪 so to say that he would be 100% supportive of you and your job would be an understanding - he wouldn’t get jealous or sulky over the intimate scenes, Vernon knows very well that that’s just a part of your work, and it’s a natural part of it 

𓆩♡𓆪 and being able to say that this superstar is his significant other??? Chef’s kiss 

LEE CHAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 heart eyes 24/7, like he’d be so so proud of  you, and sometimes he wouldn’t believe you’re his girlfriend, because you’re like this huge actress, and he gets to call you his

𓆩♡𓆪 i cannot stress this enough, but he would be the most supportive and proud boyfriend ever - you know those soccer mums and dads that have banners and scream anytime their child touch the ball? that would be Chan

𓆩♡𓆪 he would re-watch your movies whenever you’d be away, or when he went overseas for schedules, he’d definitely have a list of comfort movies, and watch those every night 

𓆩♡𓆪 Chan would have a collection of all of the DVD and Blu-rays with your movies, and keep them neatly on the shelf in his room  

𓆩♡𓆪 also, you’d probably have to comfort him a little after a kissing scene, or a more intimate one, because he’d get a bit upset (but nothing to serious, it’d for just a moment)

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[milflewis]

could i mayybeee get 55 + krisgeno? 🫶

55. Mutual Pining

There are many fineable offences in the Penguins locker room. Zhenya remembers them all.

One of the most egregious, and easiest to avoid in his opinion, is talking about Zhenya’s soul goose.

He got away with waving it off as a “Russian thing, not for you guys, only for best” for years. Seryozha had just sighed and not said anything when the rest of the team badgered him about it.

Sasha was the one to ruin it for Zhenya, proclaiming loudly to the press that he has found the love of his life one morning, all thanks to his soul goose, which is the best of the soul geese.

Zhenya think Sasha's goose is, frankly, a little on the scraggly side. Could do with a good preening.

“Even if he didn’t follow Kris around everywhere, you’d still know who he was here for,” Flower says to him, one day. He has that stupid smile on his face. Zhenya is going to score on him during practise tomorrow. “I mean, that bird has to have the shiniest feathers I’ve ever seen.”

“Why, you see all birds now, Flower?”

It is a mistake to respond. Zhenya keeps walking to his car. Flower cheerfully jogs beside him.

“Fussiest hair on the team to go with the shiniest goose!” Flower crows.

“100 bucks,” Zhenya tells him.

Flower laughs behind him. Zhenya speeds past him in his car, making him jump back so his toes aren’t run over.

—

“Um.” Pierre-Olivier stops in the sitting room doorway. “Are you.” He stops.

Tanger licks at his thumb before turning the page of his latest horror comedy book. Geno’s goose huffs from where it is laying its head on Tanger’s stretched out leg, just above his knee. Its eyes remain closed.

“Seeing as you’re up, I’ll take some tea.”

Pierre-Olivier rolls his eyes. “Make it yourself.”

Tanger raises an eyebrow. Geno’s goose opens one eye slowly, and gives Pierre-Olivier a baleful glare, yawning. It looks eerily like the stares its human counterpart would give Pierre-Olivier when he started living with Tanger in the beginning. He eyes its sharp little teeth.

Clearing his throat, “I was making some for myself anyway.”

Tanger hums, looking back at his book. One hand comes down to run his fingers along the goose’s face, between its eyes.

Over the speakers, quiet, an ad for Spotify Premium starts to play.

—

PO: was no one going to tell me that genos goose likes to hang around tangers house or

DOC: it does what now

RUSTY: he’s practically glued to tanger’s side at the rink. why would you think it’d be different at home?

PO: i thought it went home with geno ig???

PO: i am NOT the weird one here

DOC: wait does this mean genos soul is living with letang

PO: bro not just living its in his lap

JAKE: Screenshotting this and getting brownie points from G. Thanks guys.

DOC: WAIT NO

PO: BITCH DO N OT

—

In the recent years, Sid has gotten it into his head to make the team his project outside the rink, as well as on.

Kris likes being asked about his feelings and plans and future goals, Sid widening his eyes, all heavy hand earnestness, even less than he likes being shouted to “Skate! Skate! Skate!” in a game. Flower finds it endlessly amusing. Kris tells him this is only because he is all the way in Minnesota and so doesn’t have to deal with Sidney Crosby attempting to life couch him over lunch.

Sid looks around them. None of the guys are sitting in the seats near them. He shifts in his seat like he wants to check under the table, even though he already did that before he sat down. It is a habit everyone on the team grows into after the first handful of times your ankle gets pecked to shit at because you accidentally kicked the goose. Kris stabs at a piece of pasta with his fork.

“So,” Sid starts, wary.

Kris blinks at him.

Sid sighs, as if Kris is being the difficult one. Kris thinks about killing him. The floor is all lino wood. It would easy enough to clean.

“Geno’s goose. The, uh, soul goose.”

Very easy.

Sid stares at him pointedly. Kris chews another piece of pasta. He wonders if Geno has told Sid the goose's name. Kris has never asked him for it, not even when the bird started following Kris home after Flower went to Vegas.

“It’s been nearly twenty years!” Sid bursts out with. He flushes pink, ducking his head with a wince. Kris watches him, unimpressed.

Sid’s jaw is set and determined when he looks up at him again. “What I mean is, like, okay, are you ever going to — Just. What are you waiting for? It’s been years.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Kris scoffs. “It hasn’t been twenty.”

The goose only started acting like he has, hissing at reporters that keep Kris after a bad game or honking at him to go shower, in the past, maybe, decade or so. After the lockout, it has to have been. Kris doesn’t think about it too much too often.

“Kris. If you want me to talk to Geno - ”

“No,” Kris bites out. The pasta sits heavy in his stomach. Neither of them have dated anyone — not anyone serious anyway — in years. Geno has this app — Nealer's idea, apparently — where he logs the films him and Kris watch on every other day off. Geno insists on two Russian films to every French one Kris picks. Geno’s couch is big enough to comfortably fit a hangout of hockey players, but Geno always seems to find a way to sneak his cold feet under Kris’s thigh. Kris often thinks about kissing him when Geno licks the popcorn salt off of his fingers.

“No,” Kris says again, trying to soften his voice. “No, it’s fine.”

Sid watches him quietly for a moment. He looks like an owl, Kris thinks, fond in-spite of himself. Fucking Sidney Crosby. He is like mold.

[softxsuki]

hi! i would like to request a letter for your Valentines Day Letter Event? if it’s possible, i’d like a third year kageyama with fem!Reader please. i would like if he called me 'honey' in the letter! we’ve been friends through highschool years (maybe we were seat mates, and progressively got closer) and we’re about to graduate so he finally confesses his love for me. for tone and genre it’d be great an adoration and pure fluff, where he feels stupid for not realizing his feelings earlier and talks about his fascination over reader. location: we still are seat mates, so he leaves it in my desk before leaving for training, along with some candy. xtra info: we’re both 17/18, i’m constantly described as sunny and clever, so i kind of help him a lot academically, and like to go see him play. thank you in advance, i hope you have great valentines

Kageyama's Confession Letter to His Friend

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

| Pairing: Kageyama x Fem!Reader| Genre: Fluff| Post-Type: Letter| Word Count: 730|

Warnings: a kiss

Note: Hey, thanks! Happy Valentine's Day, hope you enjoy your letter from Kageyama!

You wave goodbye to Kageyama as he heads to volleyball practice like usual, though he looks nervous and runs out before giving you a second glance like he usually did at the end of the day. 

Though, you shrug and go to your desk to get your things and that’s when you see the envelope and a small box of chocolates in a heart box on your desk. Did you have a secret admirer? It was Valentine's Day after all, but you weren’t expecting to actually receive anything from anyone. You carefully open the envelope and read it’s contents;

Y/N,

Uh Happy Valentine’s Day. 

We’re already seniors and soon we’ll be going our separate ways to university and following our dreams. But before that, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say to you. I was stupid for letting it go this far without saying anything, but I can’t pretend like all I feel for you is friendship. 

I hate this feeling in my chest whenever other guys come up to you. What if they jump in before I decide to finally grow a pair and tell you first? 

Y/N…I like you, I have liked you for a while now despite how hard I tried to push those feelings away. I thought maybe volleyball was the only thing I’d be able to hold in my heart, but you’ve managed to squeeze yourself in and I can’t seem to get you out of my head. 

I know it’s stupid and you don’t have to return my feelings. But I’d be an idiot to just let you go without saying what I truly feel.

You’ve managed to deal with an idiot like me this long, helping me in the classes I struggle with so I don’t get banned from playing Volleyball. You’re the reason I’ve been able to pass all my classes and stay in Karasuno.

I know it seems sudden, I tried my best to act normally around you, but I can’t hold it in any longer. You don’t know how hard I’ve held myself back during our games when we win. My eyes automatically look for you first to see if you’re looking back, which you always are…

I hate how cheesy it is for me to say all this on Valentine’s Day, but you seemed sad last year when the other girls received chocolates and other trinkets from their admirers. Even if you don’t feel the same way, then please keep the chocolates anyway. 

That’s all I wanted to say. Do with these words as you please, you know where to find me if you feel the same.

Tobio.

Your feet quickly carry you to the gym where you knew his team was currently practising for an upcoming match. You burst into the gym, out of breath, causing all eyes to turn to you as you walk up to Kageyama and drag him away from you, muttering apologies to his team but asking for a minute of his time.

Kageyama grumbles, his face going red as you walk him out of the gym for a little more privacy, away from the curious eyes of his team. He’s about to scold you for just dragging him away like that without warning, even though he really didn’t mind, he was just freaking out. Were you going to yell at him for liking you? Or maybe you were going to say he made you uncomfortable and didn’t want to be his friend anymore. He’d never been this nervous before.

Seeing the internal battle in his eyes, you ease his thoughts by leaning in and kissing him quickly on the lips. 

“Of course I’ll be yours. You should have told me sooner. I thought I was the only one feeling this way,” you breathe out, almost amused.

His ears are bright red from the kiss and he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, yet his stomach is in a jumble of knots.

“Then uh, you wanna stick around so we can go out after practice?” He asks, unsure of himself.

You nod in agreement, letting him go back to practice while you watch. He’s very new at this, you’re the first person he’s ever been with. It’ll definitely take some time for him to be more comfortable and confident in your new relationship, but he’s beyond happy about being with you now. He won't mess this up.

Posted: 2/14/2024

[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 21 - Rely

What went before.

How do you prove you are who you say you are?

With a little dose of DINKY EARTH&SKY STORYTIME.

I agonised over the flashback being from Virgil’s POV rather than Scott who is supposed to be the one telling the story… but Virg very much took front and centre (is about time tbh cos it’s HIS story after all and Scotty keeps muscling in). So yeah it might be a jarring shift, hope you’ll forgive me if so and enjoy the mini earth & sky antics anyway xx

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“Prove it.”

“I… what?”

“Prove you’re not Dad just trying to talk me down off the roof again so Scott has to leave without me.”

Scott’s blood was now red ice-slushie and his heart seemed to be struggling to pump it where it was needed. He was going to mess this up. He was going to let his brother down again. Was it even possible to logic him out of this? Probably not. But, now they were here, he had to try. He had to fix whatever it was that had prompted his brother’s fractured psyche to replace him with… a better version? His mind raced.

“Uh… ok. Ok! How about you ask me something Dad wouldn’t know.”

Virgil silently consulted to his left again, his eyebrows raising with a sudden idea. His head snapped back around and his eyes narrowed on Scott before he raised one finger to his own face and slowly drew a short line along the bottom of his jaw towards his chin. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

Scott had already unconsciously mimicked the action, tracing the marginally firmer texture of the almost invisible scar he carried there. A slight wash of relief ran through him as he realised he could answer this one very easily but their father could not have.

“Well it certainly wasn’t an argument with a barbed wire fence like we told Mom and Dad…”

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“The math works, Virgil! The lift from the drones will be just enough to support the two of us into a glide then the wings will do the rest.”

Virgil eyed Scott’s pride and joy with a bucketload of awe mixed with a few shovelfuls of suspicion.

The flying machine’s body was the old carbon fibre kayak, consigned to the garage long ago when their attempt to navigate the nearby stream in midsummer left it slightly… holey… in places. The two of them had manhandled it on to the roof via the internal ladder in the middle of the night about three weeks ago. The swarm of eight small tricopter-drones Scott had requested for his birthday were attached (four across the front, one each wing and two to the back) with lots of complicated-looking knots Virgil hadn’t learnt at Rescue Scouts yet but his brother had practised for hours to perfect.

The main event - the wings themselves - were an ingenious combination of fishing poles, some chicken wire fencing Scott had liberated from behind the shed and a patchwork of pieces of an old parachute Mom had stashed away for a rainy (or last minute fancy dress costume) day.

It did look impressive but also maybe a little more… home made… than Virgil had pictured when Scott had explained his Big Idea.

“I’m not sure your math is the same as real life, Scotty…”

“Sure it is! In high school you do real life math - it’s called physics and its all about balancing up forces with down forces. I checked my calculations with my physics teacher last week. She thought it was brilliant. It will work.”

“Did she know you were planning to do it in real life though?”

“Of course not, 11 year olds aren’t meant to be able to fly. It’d cause a fuss.”

“Hmm.” Virgil scratched his head and tried to figure out why the flying machine made him uneasy. It wasn’t just that the stitching of the parachute to the mesh was somewhat wobblier than Virgil had drawn in the neat plan they’d sketched together. nor was it the fact he could see daylight through some of the gashes in the boat.

“Did your sums include using duct tape?” Scotty had for sure used a lot. A lot of a lot.

“It’s really strong. Ever tried to unstick it from something? Impossible! Nothing unsticks what duct tape says should be stuck.”

“Ok.” Virgil’s voice was small because it was being squashed by big feelings. Some excited and proud ones. Quite a lot more scared ones. And some guilty ones.

And some deep misgivings about whatever “physics” was.

Since leaving them to go to High School Scott’s brain had been full of so many clever new things and he was so confident and excited. Virgil felt bad for not trusting him. After all, Scotty always made the crazy ideas work and then his eyes would twinkle with the annoying “told you so”. They always came out ok because Scotty wouldn’t let Virgil get hurt.

His big brother suddenly crouched down to look him in the eye. His eyes were soft behind the sparkle.

“You don’t have to do it if you’re scared Virgie. 11 years olds aren’t supposed to fly so I guess 9 year olds are even more… uh… not supposed to fly. It won’t matter, you could just watch instead and…” he frowned in thought “I would just need a weight about the same as you to strap to the seat behind… so the math still works. Hmm, maybe a rock or something…”

Scott trailed off and looked around them as if expecting to find a ideal Virgil-sized boulder just waiting there on the rooftop. Virgil hoped he wasn’t going to have to help carry one up the ladder.

Except, no. Of course he wasn’t. Scotty wasn’t going flying with a rock. Not while Virgil was around. His brother could always rely on him to always be right there at his side. He gave himself a little shake, put his hands on his hips and pulled what he thought might be a strong, reliable face:

“You need a wingman. That’s gotta be me. It can’t be a rock, that’s just silly!”

Scott beamed with obvious relief. “Alright short stuff, if you’re sure?”

Virgil was developing a talent for deadly glares and directed his best scowl at the lanky beanpole towering over him. His brother just seemed amused rather than appropriately terrified.

“I’m not that short Scott. I’m nearly as tall as Mom.”

“Yeah well Mom’s teeny. Dad calls her his Li’l Lightning Bolt cos…”

“She’s not! She told me we are the normal ones and you and Dad are secretly Sasquatches hiding from the FBI!”

Scott’s chirpy cackle was loud and long and Virgil glowed with pleasure at making him laugh, even if it hadn’t been his own joke originally. Then a little pang of worry hit him.

“Do you think they are alright?”

Scott squeezed his shoulder. “Of course they are, I promise. Baby Gordon just needs a bit of looking after at hospital because he’s even teenier than you...” Virgil gave him his best killer glare “… and Mom and Dad are just keeping him company. She’s alright Virgie.”

“Yeah.” Another squeeze then his brother stood up tall and together they surveyed the view.

Scott checked his new watch then licked his finger and put it up in the air. His very serious and important expression was a bit spoiled by his tongue sticking out to the side as he concentrated on working out the wind direction but Virgil suppressed the giggle. This was Scotty’s big moment.

“Alright, if we are gonna do this it needs to be now. Wind’s good and Grandma and Grandpa will be back with Johnny in about 20 minutes.”

“Aye aye Captain Scott!”

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B01: ep [1] flowers for?

Characters: Toi & Ryui Location: HAMA Summary: Toi and Ryui are trying to make a bouquet for someone. Proofreader: Shay

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Toi: ……Hmm……

Ryui: …Have you chosen a flower? I’ll help you pick one if you haven’t.

Toi: Thanks, Ani-sama. But I should take my time to carefully choose one, right…?

Ryui: …Yeah. I think that would be best for him, too.

Toi: Have you already picked one out, Ani-sama?

Ryui: Yep. We’ll start practising how to make bouquets once you’ve picked one.

Toi: Right. I’ll hurry and choose one, then.

Ryui: It’s fine. Take your time.

Toi: Okay…

Ani-sama, don’t leave me behind, okay?

Ryui: You dummy. There’s no way I’d ever leave you behind.

Toi: …Okay.

Ryui: ……

Toi: ……

Ryui: Toi.

Toi: Hm?

Wha… What’s wrong, Ani-sama…?

Ryui: You looked like you wanted me to do this. …Am I wrong?

Toi: …Hehe.

No, you’re right. Ani-sama, you always know what I want.

Ryui: ‘Course, I do. I’m your other half.

Toi: Ah…!

Ryui: Hm?

Toi: I think… I’ll go with this flower. It's looking at me.

Ryui: It’s fitting for you, Toi. I think it’ll make him really happy, too.

Toi: Yeah. I hope this will cheer him up, even if it’s just a little.

Ryui: Alright. Let’s get started on that bouquet for him, then.

Toi: Ani-sama, do you have any scissors?

Ryui: I’ll cut them. I’m worried you might cut yourself.

Toi: I can manage this on my own. …See?

Ryui: Yeah. You’re using the scissors like a pro.

Toi: Hehe!

……

Ryui: ……

Say, Toi… Do you remember the scissors we bought when we started primary school? The handles were pea green.

Toi: Yup, that brings back memories. We bought them separately but we ended up picking the same one.

Ryui: Yeah.

Toi: We didn’t know which one belonged to who, so our teacher labelled them with our names on them.

Ryui: You tore it off, though, saying that we didn’t need something like that.

Toi: You did that, too, Ani-sama.

Ryui: Yeah.

Toi: We’ve always been together, picked out the same things, and spent the same time together, huh.

When I got hurt, you got hurt in the same place and when I wanted to call you, you called me first. We were always matching.

Ryui: And Dad couldn’t even tell us apart when we went to the public bath.

Toi: He dressed us differently to tell us apart, didn’t he? So we always traded places and had fun doing that.

Ryui: …Yeah.

Toi: (We’ve always been the same ever since we were born. Even the colour of our hair was the same before we met Aa-chama…)

I’m glad we’re twins.

Ryui: Yeah. I can’t imagine what it’d be like to have been born alone.

Toi: ……

Ryui: Here. You want me to hold this down so you can tie the ribbon, right?

Toi: Yeah, thanks.

Hmm, I can’t do it right… It just comes loose…

Ryui: How about tying it a bit tighter?

Toi: Okay… I’ll try that.

Ryui: ……

Toi: ……

(Say, Ani-sama. If I get to live for a long time, unlike Father, I wonder if we’ll still be matching, even when we turn old.)

(Does Ani-sama wish for that, too?)

(I want to always match with you, Ani-sama – forever.)

Ryui: Hm? Did you say something?

Toi: No, it’s nothing.

Ryui: You’re just gonna make me curious. Tell me.

Toi: No. I decided not to.

Ryui: ……

(It’s been a few weeks since we came back from Hakodate.)

(Preparations for the first tour or whatever started, and he disappeared during the chaos… So much stuff has happened.)

(I bet I made Toi feel so anxious… He must’ve been worried, wondering if he’d be left all by himself with the Shiramitsu Family.)

(Yeah, as if. We’ll always be together from now on. That’s if Toi wants that…)

Toi: Oh, I think I can do a good job with the ribbon…!

Ryui: I’ll hold the knot down for you. Here, do it one more time.

Toi: Mm… Hmm… Like this…

Ryui: …You’ve tied a granny knot.

Toi: Huh? Oh, you’re right. I’ll start again… Wait… huh…?

It keeps turning into a granny knot.

Ryui: It’s the ribbon’s fault. Pass it here. I’ll make it work.

…Alright, maybe something like this?

Toi: You’re amazing, Ani-sama… What a beautiful bow!

Ryui: Right? I bet I can tie ‘em better than most florists.

Toi: Ehehe, yay!

Ryui: I guess this is pretty much done.

Toi: I think you made the right choice picking dried flowers for the bouquet, Ani-sama. It looks lovely.

Ryui: This is just practice, but I’ll make one for you once I get better. It’ll be way more beautifulthan this.

Toi: Really? I’m so happy! Maybe I should put it in my room? Or maybe the store?

Ryui: …You look like you've cheered up a bit. I’m glad.

Toi: Yeah. Thank you for what you’re always doing for me, Ani-sama. Let’s… make a nice bouquet for the real thing.

I hope our sincere apologies will reach him.

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Inside your mind (chapter III)

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pairing: Wednesday Addams x male! hybrid!oc! (Reed Turner)

summary: the closeness between Wednesday and Reed increases more and more. It's so fast that she can't even keep up and was almost making her forget about the attacks at the city... but not for too long.

warnings: yo I really really really haven't prooferred this one one, so my apologies bc mistakes are very likely to happen; Xavier; Wednesday using her powers to compell a person, mentions of stabbing and little description of it. Guess that's all.

word count: 2k+

Wednesday was concentrated aiming her bow and looking fixedly at the painted target. She held her breath to have a perfectly steady shot if it wasn’t for a voice coming out of nowhere:

— Greetings, Addams — Reed said beside her. Wednesday jolted with the sudden grave voice and her arrow went far from the target, hitting some student’s butt. Which screamed in pain.

Wednesday's angry face for missing her shot looked up at Reed’s one. The boy hissed looking at that and contorted his face a little bit. He adjusted his squared sunglasses with his index finger before speaking again:

— Geez, that must have hurt.

— Weren’t you told to not startle someone practising archery, Reed? — Wednesday sighed annoyingly and bowed to get another arrow, putting on her bow and looking at the target again.

— Oh, we’re on a first-name basis now? That’s great — he silly half smiled.

— If you don’t stop talking you're going to join the boy at the infirmary — Wednesday threatened without looking at him.

— I heal fast from small injuries, you know?

— In this case… you’d die if hit your heart with this? — she lowed her bow and turned around to let her small body in front of him. Examining the piece attentively considering about the possibility of his death.

— For a temporary time, yes. It’d be like a wood stab so or a broken neck so… yea, I would, but I’d revive in a short time later.

— I do like stabbing — Wednesday almost smile with the thought and Reed knitted his eyebrows a little bit looking at the girl.

— Anyway, what are you doing out here? I thought you were never going to leave your bedroom otherwise to got get coffee or show up to some classes.

— I forgot about the stalking stuff for a second — he clicked his tongue and asked with his hands for the bow and arrow from Wednesday’s hands. She gave the items to him and stepped away, watching him and expecting him to fail.

Looking from a certain distance, Bianca, Enid and Xavier were all confused. First, because the mysterious boy was interacting with someone and second, this someone was no one less than the infamous Addams girl. And it didn’t seem like a hostile interaction.

Wich was the oddest thing in the whole situation.

— But I thought I’d come out and see this daffy Poe Cup that Weems is so passionate about — he shrugged and concentrate on the target.

— I’m guessing you're not participating.

— Oh, no — he shot. The arrow landed perfectly on the small yellow dot. Reed half smiled proudly and gave Wednesday her equipment back. — The only sports I’d agree to participate in would be football or track.

— It wouldn’t be fair since you have super-strength and speed.

— That’s exactly why. I’d know that was gonna win already wouldn't waste my precious energy for nothing ��� the boy gave her a cute smile.

— You should leave your bubble and practice some real sports. Like the fine art of fencing.

— Yea… wear an astronaut suit and try to poke another person with a point it's not really my thing — he shook his head. — But I’d totally watch your practice.

Reed, sometimes, wished he could just crack it open the head of Wednesday's head just to see what the raven girl was thinking. He never could tell with her inexpressive face, but he did love having her eyes on him like now.

— Weems told me that you and a girl were fiercely fighting to prove who was the best.

— Why did she tell you that?

— I asked about you — he shrugged his shoulders. — I wanted to know more about you and I didn’t want rumours from the students.

— And because you don't talk to anyone except from Eugene and myself.

— I guess you can call me a lonely wolf — he sighed dramatically. — It's my blessing and my curse.

— Howdy, guys — Enid approached them with a bright smile on her face before Wednesday could have the chance to answer. Wednesday stood beside Reed once again to face her acquaintances that were approaching. Enid was radiant as always, but Bianca and Xavier mostly were thinking that this interaction of them was strange.

The guy who never spoke, but was always being spoken about because no one had no idea who he was, so they have to use their imagination about him, was now throwing smiles at the Addams girl.

— Hello, Enid — Reed gave an educated on the werewolf.

— You know who I am? — her eyebrows were lifted.

— Course, you’re a friend of Wednesday. Are doing okay after that forest accident? You worried me quite a bit, to be honest.

Reed asked concerned and with the best intentions, but he shouldn’t have. Wednesday looked up at him. She didn’t tell anyone besides Thing that she had encountered Reed in the forest. Her friends knew that happened an accident in the forest, but Wednesday told them that Enid and she had tripped and fallen. That was it.

— How do you know about that? — Xavier asked, serious face. Reed realize what he had done and looked at Wednesday, which had shifted her gaze to the artist to encounter Reed’s eyes through his sunglasses.

— I… um… just told ya — he was thinking about what lie he would make up to them. — She's Wednesday's friend and um... she was really worried about your state and even cried, you know? So I got worried too because Wednesday… bloody hell!

Reed interrupted his explanation when felt an arrow poke the side of his right leg. Everyone but Wednesday gasped when they saw the object on the hybrid’s leg.

— My apologies, it slipped off my hand — she forced a small smile looking at Reed.

— Don’t stress, Addams — Reed said through his teeth and smiled ironically. The boy grunted before removing the object. It was starting to heal already, but it still hurt like a bitch.

— Didn’t know you were so close in such a short time — Bianca said.

— Neither did I. Never saw you two talking — Enid added truly confused and tilted her head to the left.

— Never saw you two close — that was Xavier who spat now. — Never saw you talking to anyone here, matter of fact, new guy.

— Name's Reed. And perhaps you should let your head out of the paintings once and a while and look around, mate — Reed smiled ironically again and, he and Xavier were staring at each other.

It was more than obvious that the artists were completely into Wednesday, since day one, but she always made sure she didn’t anything with him. But that didn’t make his hope diminish, one day, maybe, Wednesday would like him too. He was the kind of guy that would sit and wait for a girl.

— Maybe you’re right. After the Poe Cup, I could look around and find someone to tame you. What do you think, mate? — Reed’s jaw clenched with Xavier’s mock and he stepped ahead, but Wednesday stopped him with her hand. The boy finally averted his glare from the boy to Wednesday on his side.

— Enough with that childishness. If I’m in my regular faculties, I reckon I don't have to tell anyone with whom I talk to — she looked at everyone. — Now we have to go, the activity will start soon.

— You're right. Let's go — Enid said, trying to help to ease the tension formed.

— Are you going to watch? — Wednesday asked Reed.

— You want me to go? — he asked, part of him taunting Xavier purposefully too, who rolled his eyes.

— It's whatever to me, really — Wednesday stated and started to get her things to leave. — But I guess I'm not totally opposed to your existence near me.

Reed giggled and helped her. Yes, that must be the Wednesday Addams’ way of saying she wanted him to go.

She would never admit it out loud though, so he was satisfied with the best he could have for now.

— Thank you--

— Guys, y'all won't believe it!

Yoko approached them and took the lollipop out of her mouth before speaking.

— The Poe was canceled.

— What?

— Why?

— It was some stupid kid that drowned again? The Academy can make a letter to the family and everything would be fine — Wednesday suggested.

— It was much more serious, Wednesday — the girl put her glasses on the tip of her nose, to create suspense while looking at every single person there. Reed included. — There was an attempt to murder the principal.

— What?! — Reed shouted. Yoko took the chance to look more attentively at the boy, he was handsome. — When did that happen?

— Wow, take it easy, Brit boy — the smaller one raised her hand. — She's fine, she's at her office though. It was a few minutes ago, someone put some bombs at her cabin by the lake but she managed to leave with just a few cuts. Rowan said she decided to cancel today because could be more bombs on the boats and they'd have to check, she doesn't want to risk our lives.

Reed listened to everything attentively and the second Yoko stopped talking, he rushed to his mother's office. Wednesday and everyone watched him disappear through the students until he was out of their vision camp. She being the only one to understand what he might be thinking.

— What's wrong with this guy? — Bianca asked.

Xavier scoffed.

— So much. I bet he's up to no good just like Tyler.

Wednesday decided to not waste her energy responding them and just handed her bow and bag of arrows to Enid.

— Enid, do me a favor and get this to Ophelia Hall, will you? I gotta go.

— It's okay but… where are you going?

— I have issues that need to be solved — she said and headed at a rapid pace to the Weem’s office.

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— I swear to God if you don't let me enter in this office I'll rip off your head and hanging it on my wall and make sure your body won't ever be found — Reed growled, he's nostrils wide and the disperse look on the new assistant’s face was making him more wide.

And Wednesday just got there.

— I'm sorry, but I told you, p-principal Weems told me to not let anyone in. S-she's fine, don't worry about her.

Reed got the adult by his collar and was about to through him to the opposite wall when heard the raven girl's voice:

— Reed. Don't — Wednesday said simply. The furious boy and scared adult looked at her while she was approaching. — Put him down. Now.

— But he won't let me pass. Wednesday, you know that I need to see her I--

— I know — she interrupted him. — Trust me.

Reed looked at her with such intensity and it was just what he got in return. He let go of the man and stepped back, standing behind the smaller girl.

— Thank you, Wednesday… oh, I thought he would--

— You've received orders from Larissa Weems to only allow Reed Turner and me in her office today, isn't that right?

Wednesday lifted her left eyebrow after saying that looking without blinking into the guard’s black eyes. She was mastering her psychic's abilities a little bit every day. She could compel humans with weak minds with no problem.

He was a human. Of course! Wednesday was compelling him. Reed felt like an idiot for forgetting about it. He could've done it too, but his state of anger didn't let him think much. It would have saved some time.

— Yes! — he blinked and shook his head. — Of course, you two may come in.

He took one of the keys from his keyring and unlocked the door of the office.

— I was about to break that douche’s neck — Reed admitted, still pissed off when they entered the dark room. Not a sight of Larissa.

— I noticed, that's why I intervened. You cannot let your emotions control, Reed., control them… and you also shouldn't let your handprints on your victims.

She said looking deeply in his eyes, they got connected like this until Larissa popped up in Reed’s head and his worries appeared again.

— Where is she? — he asked, looking around the enormous room.

— I think there — Wednesday pointed out at the restroom’s door that had a light coming out from.

Both of them approached the door and Wednesday knocked. Reed crossed his strong arms and leaned his body against the wall.

— Who is it? I told I didn't want to see anyone.

— It's Wednesday Addams, Weems. Just checking if you're okay.

— Oh… — now the woman wasn't surprised anymore how one could pass the guard. — I'm fine, Wednesday, it was nothing really. If I get worse I'll go to the infirmary, you don't get to worry.

— Will you get out of there and tell us that? — Wednesday noticed how thick the boy's accent was when he was angry. — I won't leave until I see you, Weems.

The tallest woman sighed and closed her eyes for a second, she knew she didn't have a chance to remain in the restroom. Not when her son was there, being the stubborn he was, she knew Reed would wait as long as needed until he saw she was honestly fine.

She got to the door, limping, and unlocked it. The both students saw many little cuts on her porcelain skin and some bruises, but it wasn't looking deep.

— I'm going to kill that bloody bastard who did this — he said with gritted teeth. — C'mere, I'll put you there.

— Thank you — both of the tennagers helped Weems and they sat her on her comfortable office chair.

— You need anything? Meds or something… are you hurting too much? Shouldn't you be in the infirmary by the way? — Wednesday watched Reed despaired looking at Weems with darting eyes, checking and re-checking her.

— I'm fine, son, don't worry… — she sighed and took his hand. Finally stopping his wandering next to her chair.

Larissa suddenly remembered that Wednesday was still standing there with her hands in front of her body looking at them. The older one had her eyes just a bit wide to let it slide the information.

— It's okay. Wednesday already knows — Reed let go of her touch gently and sat on his mom's desk. — I trust her.

He turned his body to look back at the smaller girl and gave her a small smile, which wasn't reciprocated but there was a part of her that was… content? to hear that.

— What happened to your pants? — Weems knitted her forehead and looked at the ripped part on her son's pants.

— You see, Wednesday did stab me, but I still trust her… it's not like I'm a masochist or anything, though.

The boy's rumble made the raven girl sigh and wanted to stab him on the throat now so he couldn't speak. She rolled her eyes intend and just imagined that.

— And I did say that I liked stabbing — Wednesday spoke and then walked closer to them. Getting on the other side of the table. — I think what is really important here is to find out who's doing these attacks, don't you think?

— You're right… — Reed sighted and passed his hand through his wavy hair. He looked at her mother again. — Now we don't have any doubts anymore, this monster is trying to get you.

Now was Wednesday's turn to frown, watching attentively their conversation.

— Guess you're right… I'll have to reallocate you somewhere else, Reed…

— What? — the boy stood up. — You're nuts if you think I'll let you all by yourself when there's a monster out there trying to kill you.

— It's dangerous, Reed. I can't keep you safe if you're close to me, you could be the next target to them trying to get to me. I just won't let that happen — Weems said firmly looking at him.

— I'm your son, I'm already a target — he rolled his eyes. — This thing killed my father and I will not let the same happen to you.

— I know what you're trying to do, but this would only make it easy for the killer. They already killed citizens of Jericho to make the police believe it was one us, they're trying to close the school now, Reed. I can't deal with all of that without freaking out about your safety all the time, please acknowledge me.

Now everything made sense in Wednesday's head. The attacks were aimed at Larissa. But why? Who would do that? Certainly an issue from the past.

— I see your point — he said. — But I won't leave you, mum.

— You're unyielding — Weems expressed and hissed and her hurt back touched the back of the chair. It startled Reed.

— Have you ever met you? — he asked ironically and approached her. Taking her arm and putting it around his neck. Wednesday also helped her standing up. — We're going to the infirmary wind right now. I need to be sure you're really okay and...

— Why are you smiling? — he asked, confused looking at the women.

— That was the first time you referred to me as mom since you were a kid.

Reed felt a little awkward with her true statement and decided to brush it off, not saying anything else, so they headed to the infirmary in silence. Wednesday found out her family wasn't the only eccentric one.

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An incomplete WIP…

I started this at some point last year after watching Wishmaker. I know for a fact it’ll never be completed so enjoy…

Adrien approaches Luka after an identity reveal. With his friends being so important he felt like Luka deserved to know his true feelings and get the all clear from his friend.

Can I Date Your Ex?

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Adrien stood shuffling from one foot to the other. He was thirty minutes early for Kitty Section practise, but he needed to speak to Luka before the others showed up. He’d already greeted Anarka and been sent down to the blue haired boys room, and was now standing waiting for his friend to allow him in.

“Come in.”

Adrien took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping into the room and noticed the guy he’d come to see, sitting on his bed playing his guitar.

“Hey,” Adrien said nervously.

“Adrien? What a surprise, we don't start practise for half an hour yet.”

“I know,” Adrien replied, grabbing hold of his bag strap with both hands, “I’m actually here to speak to you, then if you want me to go I’ll leave. No questions, no arguments.”

Luka placed his guitar down and looked at Adrien with a worried expression.

“Take a seat.”

Luka indicated for Adrien to sit opposite his bed in the rocking chair his father had dropped off earlier that month. Apparently it was going to make their writing sessions awesome, however, Luka just saw it as another throw away from Jagged’s tour bus.

Adrien took the bag from off his shoulder and set it down next to the seat, claiming the chair for himself.

“Your song has changed,” Luka announced.

Adrien squirmed a little. He wanted to talk this through with Luka, not have the guy figure it out because his ‘song had changed’.

“Before you read too much into it, please let me speak.”

Luka nodded and sat cross legged on his bed waiting for Adrien to go on. The blonde model took a deep breath and started.

“I know, you know.”

“Know what exactly?”

Adrien shuffled in his seat again, why did he think this was a good idea.

“Please don’t play dumb, we both know you know and …” he sighed out, “we both know about each other.”

Luka closed his eyes and looked away, jaw clenched.

“When did you find out?” He asked, still keeping his eyes off to the side.

“Three days ago.” Adrien was sure from Luka’s body language that he clearly knew what was about to happen next, what Adrien had wanted to talk to him about. The flinch was followed by the deflation of his shoulders and Adrien felt awful. Luka was his friend and his friends were important to him.

Three days ago, Adrien had finally found out his cute, sweet classmate and close friend was the fierce saviour of Paris, and the girl he’d loved for almost a year. The reveal hadn’t been special, it hadn’t been planned, it’d just happened and here he was now. Three days of getting his head around it, three days to plan his next move.

“She’s an extraordinary girl.” Luka said, turning his head back towards Adrien. The blue of Luka’s Iris’ felt like they cut through Adrien’s resolve.

Adrien considered himself a gentleman through and through, he had been brought up to be respectful and to him being here was showing he respected Luka, and he prayed there were no hard feelings. He’d already approached Tom Dupain, making sure everything was done in the correct order.

“She is.” Adrien couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face as he thought of his partner. His amazing, brave and talented partner.

“I’m shocked you’re only noticing it now.”

Luka’s words hit him like ice water. What was him implying?

“You know she’s been in love with you for almost a year right? That she’s put her own feelings to one side just to make you happy. That she -“

“That’s only half the story.” Adrien’s voice was low, and harsher than he wanted to sound but what Luka knew was only half the story. As friendly as Luka and Marinette were, the guy had not seen both sides to her the way he had.

When Marinette was Ladybug she was Viperion’s leader, she was his boss, she was all business. It was ‘here, do this, throw that, get out the way’ … but when Adrien was Chat, he was her equal. They spent hours together running free, talking about everything and anything, battling together, putting their life on the line for each other. Celebrating, reminiscing, comforting. Their relationship was so far past the realms of normality nothing human could ever come close.

Luka sighed and ran his hands over his face.

“I still love her, Adrien. When I found out who she was I honestly thought I still had a chance… but then I found out about you.”

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Revolution - 52: Concern

Translator: Creampuffs

Mao: …Makoto’s late.

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Location: Soundproof Lesson Room

Mao: …Makoto’s late.

He said he’ll be back after a quick run, but it’s been a while since he left. He hasn’t passed out somewhere, has he?

I’m worried. I’m gonna go check up on him.

Makoto: ~♪

Hm? You two are still here? It’s the next day already, you know?

Mao: Oh, Makoto… That’s what I should be saying. You’re not gonna go home yet?

Anyway, where did you go off to? Don’t make me worry so much. I was just about to go look for you.

Makoto: Uhh, I just ran into someone who’s sorta a pain in the neck.

But I managed to shake him off and run away. It was awful – I had my heart in my mouth!

Besides, I was planning on staying the night at school, anyway. I went back home to grab my bedding and some food.

I’m gonna be sleeping over at the soundproof practice room every night until “S1”~♪

Mao: Staying the night…? Well, I guess it’s not exactly against school rules. We’ve got this soundproof practice room to ourselves for the entire week, anyway.

You sure are motivated, Makoto. You’re not gonna last the week at this rate. You’ve gotta make sure you rest up properly.

Well, you probably shouldn’t be hearing that from me, seeing as I’m also here at this time of night.

Makoto: Ahaha. I built up some stamina after my training with Oogami-kun, so it’s fine. I have to do this much, otherwise I’ll get left behind~

Also, don’t you find it fun sleeping over at school? It’s like we’re on a sports training camp. I’ve always wanted to go on one~ Sounds like something teenagers would do, right?

Mao: I see. Maybe I’ll stay the night too, then. It’d be pretty lonely all by yourself, right?

Makoto: I’m okay. I’m not a little kid. Things aren’t that great back at home, so…

I’d just feel like I’m suffocating there. I feel much more comfortable sleeping here.

Mao: Yeah? On second thought, I’m definitely gonna stay the night. Your brakes are kinda broken, so someone needs to keep an eye on you.

Besides, you can practise more parts of the choreography if there’s someone with you, right?

Makoto: You don’t really have to~… Isara-kun, you can be a bit of a busybody, huh. But there’s no bedding for you here. What’re you gonna do?

Mao: I’ll also head home and grab mine.

And it’s late, so… I’ll also take the Transfer Student home while I’m at it. You’re fine with that, right? Alright, then it’s decided!

Makoto: You’re so pushy, Isara-kun.

…Huh? You want to stay the night too, Transfer Student-chan? You can’t – we’re boys and you’re a girl, you know? What’re you gonna do if something happens?

Mao: Yeah, just head on home. I don’t know what Subaru and Hokuto will say when they hear we stayed the night with you.

Your parents will be worried too, right? Come on, let’s get you home~

See you, Makoto. I’ll be right back, so watch the place while I’m gone, okay?

Makoto: Yup. Be careful outside in the dark, you two. …Hmm?

Izumi: Yuu-kun.

How could you run away from me? You broke my heart.

Makoto: Geh!? I–Izumi-san!

Izumi: What’s with that reaction? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something. Annoying much~♪

Mao: Woah, who’re you? "Trickstar’s" got this practice room booked, so outsiders aren’t allowed inside!

Izumi: Hmm~? I’m not talking to you. Why don’t you beat it?

Also, you need to treat me with more respect – I’m your senior. Cocky kids won’t last long at Yumenosaki Academy, you know?

Or would you rather be crushed under my foot, worthless vermin? ♪

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[dykecassidy]

hey hi heres a fic i did [checks] two years ago for a different version of her but i think about it all the time. adding it to this post for uh. botch and injury reasons (nothing very graphic, a little blood)

the set up is shes a younger new talent in aew, comes in hotshot with a few wins asap. and, as soon as it started, i started shipping her with yuta ///

“I wanna challenge for the pure title,” Riley said quick, a gut punch, trying to get the sentence out in one breath.

“Jesus christ,” yuta breathed, dropping his head. “I’m inside you.”

Riley was level, regular. “I don’t mean right now,” she said, cupping her boyfriend’s face. “Just— I think it’d be a good loss for me.”

“Oh my god,” Yuta groaned. “Is this— do you wanna stop? Is that it? You can just ask.” he started to pull his hips back, started to shift away.

“No, no,” Riley said, hooking a leg around him, “no, finish— we’ll talk after”

[after]

Yuta ruffled a towel over his head, water dripping from his hair onto his lap. “So,” he said slow, cautious, “you wanna challenge for my title?”

“Uh-huh,” Riley said, looking into her suitcase, picking out an outfit. “I don’t wanna win it, that’s too much, but I think a title challenge is a good first loss for me.” she pulled out a couple shirts, tossed them next to each other on the bed. “Any other belt would be—” he hands gestured aimlessly in the air, trying to pull the right word out of the atmosphere. “— too big, i think.”

“Too big,” yuta repeated. 

“Yeah,” Riley said, frowning. “I could try for the TNT belt, that would be fine, but the world champ is— it’d be a whole thing.”

Yuta sat up straight, towel around his shoulders. “Uh-huh,” he said, “so why not the TNT? If it’s fine.”

Riley turned back to her suitcase, digging. Chewing over her answer.

“Priss wouldn’t want it,” she said eventually. “Or— if they’re gonna try for an AEW belt, why not the belt, not the TV title.” She picked up a skirt, held it up, folded it back together and put it back down. “The pure belt— the rules give it a grit, makes it special.”

The room went quiet. Fabric rustling, the air con humming. Riley’s nerve broke, and she looked up— Yuta smiling at her, that indulgent, squinting smile he had. Either practised and smug or genuine and thoughtless. 

“...What?” she asked, nervous smiling bubbling up.

He shook his head, looked down. “Nothin’,” he said. “Just like you.”

Riley huffed, ignored her face getting hot. “That’s— whatever.” She shook her head. “You always like me, why’re you smiling about it now?”

“Cause you’re a good wrestler,” Yuta said, and Riley groaned. “You’re such a good worker,” he crowed, and she groaned louder, holding a note. He stood and walked over, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her around. “Yer always thinking about your craft,” he continued, both of them trying to drown the other out.

He kept complimenting her; cheesy, cliche lines thrown around locker rooms while Riley covered her ears, pretended she hated it. Yuta shut up suddenly, wrapping his arms around his little girlfriend, and she quieted as well.

“I think it’s cute,” he said slow, next to her ear, “how you think about your character as separate from you, and how you pick your motivations.” He pressed a kiss into her hair. “It’s cute. You’re cute.”

---

Priss had a good glare across a ring. All the way down the ramp, really. The second they came out of the tunnel, they were severe. They’d smile, sure, rarely didn’t, but it wasn’t warm or kind. It didn’t reach their eyes, and it would drop off their face by the time they got to the ring.

Even the smile they gave to Yuta across the ring, it wasn’t— it was almost sarcastic. 

He really kind of expected to see Riley when he shook their hand, see a real, warm smile for a flash.

But Priss was too good for that, and scowled as they were obligated to touch his hand.

[match stuff happens]

It was a hard CRACK and Priss was shaking their hand out instantly, eyes flicking up at motion, the ref— fist tapped against fingers, a shaking head— and Priss went “yeah, yeah,” looking at the throbbing.

Bright shiny red, and one nail gone, sharp stabbing pain. They touched their hand, the blood, winced. They fucked up; they intended to never get warned for a closed fist strike, got these, in retrospect, stupid nails done. Tips adding length, just enough that they shouldn’t have been able to close their hand in a fist. 

Their middle and ring finger nails were broken. The middle nail had come off on its own, and the ring was barely hanging on. Priss grabbed it and ripped it off their finger, gritting their teeth, fingers getting wet with blood. The crowd groaned at the sight, and Priss heard it distantly. 

[the rest of it]

It was that same glare at the end. Swaggering on their feet, but on them, glaring at Yuta, his hand extended. He steeled himself, held his face firm, neutral he hoped. 

There was that sarcastic little smile; eyes crinkling but it didnt reach them, head tilting. They clapped their hand to Yuta’s gripping firm, a good, solid yet mechanical one-two pump up and down. They dropped it just as sudden, keeping their hand out, away, as if it was dirty.

Yuta looked at his palm and saw blood. Just a little bit, quickly drying to a sticky dark smear, but blood nonetheless. Priss’— Riley’s blood. He looked over his shoulder, watched them stalk up the ramp, bloody hand still in the air, definitely trying not to get their gear dirty. Yuta watched them— her, his girlfriend— walk off, and raised his hand to his mouth, licking clean the stain they’d left on him. It just tasted like him, like sweat, no copper.

botch and jobber and suplex PLEASE and thank you ❤️

botch ; have they ever had a major botch? what was it? how did things play out afterwards?

i think her biggest botches are various wardrobe malfunctions. the zipper on her gear slips or busts so shes going through the rest of the match one armed, holding her top together. her clip on bangs getting ripped out and instead of wasting time clipping them out she rips them the rest of the way out and tosses them ringside.

jobber ; why did your OC get into wrestling? when did they start training? where did they train? with who?

oh you know~~ her sweet baby brother said she could kick [name expunged]'s ass, and she pivoted her whole life into being the worlds best wrestler just for him. she started training her ass off at 16 so she could debut strong as hell at 18

suplex ; have they sustained any major injuries? how did that effect their career? are they quick at recovering or no?

🤔 i dont think so? we had a verse where she got hurt Bad but idk if thats this current one. shes cautious abt injuries, and in a little projection moment i gave her chronic skin problems, so shes always in a state of cracking, scaling, bleeding, and wears the fullest coverage gear she can to hide it.

[littlemissaddict]

Pretty Girl - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Gareth’s neighbour decides to show up unannounced to a Corroded Coffin show at the Hideout and Eddie can’t help but be curious about the mysterious girl.

Word Count: 1248

Sighing in relief as she caught sight of Gareth and the rest of the band setting up on stage, she knew she was in the right place at the right time. It’s not that she didn’t know where The Hideout was, it was just that she’d never been there before, obviously she was too young to go out drinking and well it wasn’t in a part of the town that her parents approved of her going, this late at night anyway.

Looking around the place, she caught sight of the bar and made her way over as inconspicuous as possible, not that it mattered because she stuck out like a sore thumb in her pleated skirt and blouse. She wishes that she’d thought this through fully before she’d come out, maybe tried to dress a little differently so that she would fit in with the rest that looked like they frequented this bar often.

Reaching the bar and trying to ignore the looks she was getting, she waited for the bartender to finish up serving a guy along the bar from her, who already looked like he’d had too much to drink, before she tried to order herself one. Taking one look at her the bartender raised his eyebrows suspiciously, “You lost darlin’?” he drawled, though she was certain that she caught him eyeing her up and down like a piece of meat and it made her skin crawl.

“Um m’here to see the band” she mumbled, losing what little confidence she’d had to come over here.

“You’re gonna have to speak up darlin’, can’t hear ya” he smirked and she couldn’t help but think that he was enjoying himself, maybe a little too much at her discomfort.

“I’m here to see the band” she said louder this time, her nerves getting the better of her and it ending coming out as more of a shout. She felt her cheeks heat as she heard the chatter in the room come to a stop and she could sense without having to look that all eyes were now focused on her. Just now beginning to realise how much of a mistake she’d made by coming here, she moves to turn, her sights set on the door so that she could escape whatever nightmare was waiting for her.

Before she got the chance to, she felt a gentle hand on her arm and she turned wide eyed to find Gareth looking down at her with concern etched onto his face. “Are you okay?” he asked, waiting for her confirmation, she nodded because she was fine just a little embarrassed for causing a scene. “Is there a problem?” he asked, turning back to the bartender who shook his head before Gareth steered her away towards a table closer to the stage and she assumed it’s so that he could keep an eye on her.

“So you came to see us play huh? Didn’t think this was your kind of thing” he enquired, taking a seat opposite her. Now Gareth didn’t know her very well but being neighbours and their parents being good friends, meant they grew up around each other and he liked her in a brotherly kind of way which is what drew him towards her the moment he’d seen what was going on.

“It’s not” she spoke quietly as she answered him, her head dipping as she did to hide whatever embarrassing colour her face had turned, “but I hear you guys practising all the time and you’re good so just wanted to see it in action I guess” she added. It came as a surprise to Gareth not that she heard them practising, no it’d be very hard to miss that, it was the fact she enjoyed their music.

Meanwhile, Eddie was up on stage completely oblivious to what had happened, his mind too focused on setting up their instruments for the show. What he didn’t expect to look up to was Gareth chatting with a girl, not that that was surprising, it was just that she looked like every other girl in this town who liked to pick on them for being different, so he wasn’t sure what was going on.

“What’s with Gareth and the pretty girl?” Eddie asked, crossing the stage to Jeff who was watching their friend just as curiously as him.

“Not sure, seems like she got into a bit of an argument with the bartender and he took off running” Jeff tells him, which only confuses Eddie even more, “she’s here to see us though” he adds, turning to face Eddie who looks even more shocked than he was before.

“Well I better go introduce myself to the pretty girl then, it’s only polite” Eddie smirks, nudging Jeff with his shoulder as he jumps from the stage and makes a beeline for Gareth and his mysterious girl.

As he gets closer to the pair he can hear their conversation, “you know if you’d have asked we could have given you a lift save you walking, I’m sure Eddie wouldn’t mind” Gareth is telling her and she smiles softly at him.

“I just didn’t know what you’d say, it’s not like I fit in with you guys” she’s honest and the sadness in her eyes pulls at something in Eddie. Not fit in with them, he likes to pride himself on being a home for any lost sheepies, out casts, anyone who doesn’t feel like they fit in anywhere else so to hear that she didn’t feel like she could come to them makes him want to prove her wrong.

“You going to introduce us to your friend here?” Eddie greets as he comes to a stop behind Gareth, clapping the younger boy on the shoulder as he flashes the brightest smile he can muster in her direction.

Rolling his eyes at his antics, Gareth introduces them both not that she didn’t know who Eddie was, it was kind of hard not to notice Hawkins High’s three time senior who had a preference for cafeteria speeches, rubbing the basketball team up the wrong way and his all out enthusiasm.

“I’m his neighbour” she explains, holding out her hand for him to shake and before she can have any regrets about it being to formal, he takes it but instead of shaking it as she’d expected him to, he brings it up to his lips instead and presses a kiss to the back of it. It draws a giggle from her and he can’t help but smile at how she’s beginning to relax around them. 

“Well m’lady it was nice to meet you but Gareth and I have a show to play” he smiles, letting go of her hand much to her dismay, although she tries not to show it. “And if you decide to stick around, a ride home is guaranteed” he winks as he lets Gareth push him along to the stage, clearly fed up with his antics.

“Don’t give her the wrong idea” Gareth warns lowly on the short walk back, his brotherly instinct kicking in again. He knows it’s just how Eddie is, he can come across as flirting without even knowing it sometimes but it doesn’t mean he can use it as an excuse when he inevitably breaks her heart.

“Of course not” Eddie agrees but if getting to know the girl leads to her stealing his heart, well he’s going to do all he can to let her know.

[fannish-karmiya]

Wei Wuxian’s Position in the Jiang Household

Fandom tends to mischaracterise Wei Wuxian’s position in the Jiang family greatly. A lot of people project more modern ideas about adoption onto his relationship with the Jiang siblings, and write as if he really is their sibling and only Yu Ziyuan’s abusive nature gets in the way of their bond.

This strikes me as a bit misguided. While adoption was practised in ancient China, it was mainly for the purpose of obtaining a male heir in the absence of one, or obtaining more daughters to marry off for alliances. Jiang Fengmian had no reason to adopt Wei Wuxian into the main family, and he didn’t. Wei Wuxian’s position in the household is far more nebulous than that, and honestly it’s hard to find an exact corollary, in Chinese history or in any culture, precisely because it was so messy and ill-defined.

A Companion to Upper Class Children

Wei Wuxian is the son of a servant of Yunmeng Jiang; it’s notable that Wei Changze is always referred to this way, rather than as a disciple. Wei Changze wound up leaving the sect in order to marry Cangse Sanren, and Jiang Fengmian considered them dear enough friends that when he heard they passed away, he spent years searching for their orphaned son. He wound up finding Wei Wuxian on the streets of Yiling and brought him home as his ward.

Wei WuXian was taken home by Jiang FengMian when he was nine.

Most memories from back then were already blurred. Yet, Jin Ling’s mother, Jiang YanLi, remembered all of them, and even told him quite a few.

She said that, after his father heard of the news that his parents both died in battle, he had always dedicated himself to finding the child that these past friends had left behind. After searching for a while, he finally found the child in Yiling.

(Chapter 24, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s clear from the start that beyond this sense of obligation to his old friends, Jiang Fengmian also had a role set out for Wei Wuxian: he wanted him to be a companion to his children, and Jiang Cheng in particular.

He encourages a friendship between them, insisting on a sleepover between the two a week into Wei Wuxian’s stay.

On the second day, Jiang Cheng’s puppies were given to someone else.

This angered Jiang Cheng so much that he threw a big tantrum. No matter how much Jiang FengMian comforted him gently, telling him that they should ‘be good friends’, he refused to talk to Wei WuXian. Quite a few days later, Jiang Cheng’s attitude softened. Jiang FengMian wanted to strike while the iron was still hot, so he told Wei WuXian to sleep in the same room as him, hoping that they’d grow fonder of each other.

[...]

That night, Jiang Cheng locked Wei WuXian outside his room, refusing to let him in.

[...]

Wei WuXian waited outside for a long time. When the door opened, before the joy could spread onto his face, he was bombarded with a pile of things being thrown out. The door banged shut again.

Jiang Cheng told him from inside, “Go sleep somewhere else! This is my room! You’re even gonna steal my room?!”

[...]

Standing outside, as Wei WuXian heard that dogs would come bite him, fear immediately bubbled within him. Twisting his fingers, he hurried, “I’ll go, I’ll go. Don’t call the dogs!”

Dragging behind him the sheets and blanket that were thrown outside, he ran out the hall. Having only arrived at Lotus Pier for a short period of time, he didn’t dare jump around yet. Every day, he obediently holed up in the places that Jiang FengMian told him to stay at. He didn’t even know where his room was, much less have the courage to knock on other people’s doors, scared that it’d disturb someone’s dreams.

(Chapter 71, Exiled Rebels translation)

After Jiang Cheng is worried about getting in trouble, he goes to Jiang Yanli for help, and she searches for Wei Wuxian.

But this was the first pair of shoes that Jiang FengMian bought him. Wei WuXian was too embarrassed to make him go out of his way to buy another pair, and so he said that they weren’t too big. Jiang YanLi helped him into his shoe and pressed the hollow tip, “It is a bit big. I’ll fix it for you when we get back.”

Hearing this, Wei WuXian felt somewhat uneasy, as if he did something wrong again.

Living in other people’s homes, the worst that could happen was to make trouble for the hosts.

Jiang YanLi put him onto her back and began to walk back, wobbling in her steps as she spoke, “A-Ying, no matter what A-Cheng said to you, don’t bother about him. He doesn’t have a good temper, so he’s always home playing with himself. Those puppies were his favorites. Dad sent them away, and so he’s feeling upset. He’s actually really happy that somebody’s here to be with him.”

(Chapter 71, Exiled Rebels translation)

Later, Wei Wuxian offers to cover for him, saying simply that he ran outside by himself because he was scared. In this one case it feels like a genuine instance of children showing solidarity and covering for each other’s little misbehaviours. But it also follows a pattern of Wei Wuxian doing this and making excuses, time and time again, for Jiang Cheng. I wonder if on some level, he already knew that his role in the household was in part to be a companion-servant to Jiang Cheng.

Wei Wuxian normally never puts up with people treating him poorly or being arrogant; he constantly bites his tongue when Jiang Cheng does so around him. While they study at Cloud Recesses, Jiang Cheng frequently insults Wei Wuxian, who always just smiles and laughs it off.

Jiang Cheng humphed, “Him? He wakes at nine in the morning and sleeps at one during the night. When he wakes up, he doesn’t practice his sword or meditate; he goes boating, swims around, picks lotus seedpods, and hunts for pheasants.”

Wei WuXian replied, “No matter how much pheasants I hunt, I’m still number one.”

(Chapter 13, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng scolded with a darkened expression, “What are you proud of?! What is there to be proud of with this?! Do you think that it’s a glorious thing to be told by someone to get lost? You bring so much shame upon our sect!”

(Chapter 16, Exiled Rebels translation)

We never see Wei Wuxian excusing this sort of behaviour from any other character; he has no problem scolding Jin Ling for his arrogant attitude and telling him that he shouldn’t be imitating his uncle, after all! It’s only where Jiang Cheng is concerned that he does this, and honestly, even then he seems to be quite aware that Jiang Cheng’s behaviour is wrong; he simply accepts on some level that it’s his role in the household to put up with it.

He actually does, very gently, try to guide Jiang Cheng at times. In Lotus Seed Pods, for example, he tries to give Jiang Cheng advice on how to flirt with some of the maidens in Yunmeng and make friends:

Wei WuXian threw the seed pods toward the shore. It was a far distance, but they landed lightly in the women’s hands. He grabbed a few more and stuffed them into Jiang Cheng’s arms, shoving, “What are you doing, just standing there? Hurry up.”

After a few shoves, Jiang Cheng could only accept them, “Hurry up and do what?”

Wei WuXian, “You ate the watermelon too, so you also have to return the gift, don’t you? Here, here, don’t be embarrassed. Start throwing, start throwing.”

Jiang Cheng snorted again, “You must be joking. What’s there to be embarrassed about?” Whatever he said, however, even after all of the shidi began to throw seed pods, he still didn’t start to move. Wei WuXian urged, “Then throw some! If you throw some this time, next time you can ask them if the seed pods tasted good, and you’ll be able to make conversation again!”

[...]

Jiang Cheng was just about to throw one when he realized how shameless it was the moment he heard it. He peeled a seed pod and ate it by himself.

[...]

After a while of laughter, he turned around and looked at Jiang Cheng, who was sitting at the front of the boat eating seed pods with a long face. His smile gradually disappeared as he sighed, “Well, what an unteachable child.”

Jiang Cheng fumed, “So what if I want to eat alone?”

Wei WuXian, “Look at you, Jiang Cheng. Nevermind. You’re hopeless. Just wait to eat alone your whole life!”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

He even sighs rather disappointedly when Jiang Cheng refuses to take the hint; he knows that Jiang Cheng’s sullen behaviour is going to make him miserable down the line, but all of his gentle efforts to nudge him in a better direction have failed.

He also speaks with great awareness of Jiang Cheng’s flaws after the fight in the ancestral hall:

Wei WuXian reached out with one hand and massaged his chest, as if trying to break up the pent-up feeling inside his heart. A moment later, he blurted, “I knew Jiang Cheng wouldn’t have let us go so easily. That brat… How could this be?!”

[...]

Wei WuXian’s eyelids throbbed, “Every one of them. The brat’s been like this ever since he was young.He’ll say anything when he’s angry, no matter how bad it is. He gives up on all grace and discipline whatsoever. As long as it’d annoy whomever he’s against, he’d say it no matter what terrible insults he uses. After all these years, he hasn’t gotten better at all. Please don’t take it to heart.”

(Chapter 90, Exiled Rebels translation)

This is so interesting to me, because it really makes it clear that Wei Wuxian has always been aware of these flaws of Jiang Cheng’s. He hasn’t been viewing him through rose-coloured lenses or making excuses for him because he’s ‘family’. He puts up with Jiang Cheng’s behaviour because being his companion is one of his duties in the Jiang household. It may never have been directly stated, but there seems to be some unspoken understanding to this effect.

I honestly don’t know if there is any official role in history (in any culture, not just China) which perfectly correlates to this. In China a lady’s maid was expected to also be a close friend and companion to her mistress (in canon, see Bicao to Qin-furen and Yinzhu and Jinzhu to Yu-furen). In Europe an upper class woman would hire a lady’s companion, a woman from the lower fringes of the gentry who would serve as her companion in exchange for financial support.

I don’t know of any version of this role which involves two men. In general, this sort of role existed because upper class women were confined to the household by and large, and had very limited social spheres. Men, meanwhile, had much greater ability to meet with their peers and make friends. I almost feel like Wei Wuxian wound up being shoved into this role simply because even as a child Jiang Cheng was so unsociable that Jiang Fengmian didn’t know what else to do!

Wei Wuxian also at least once steps in and starts a fight in place of Jiang Cheng (essentially taking the fall for him). He does this when Jin Zixuan speaks disparagingly of Jiang Yanli at Cloud Recesses:

Jin ZiXuan asked in reply, “Why don’t you ask me how on Earth can I be satisfied with her?”

Jiang Cheng instantly stood up.

Pushing him to the side, Wei WuXian walked in front of him and sneered, “You sure think that you’re pretty satisfying, don’t you? Where did you get the guts to be all choosy here?”

[...]

Wei WuXian sighed, “… It’d be nice if shijie came. It’s fortunate that you didn’t hit him.”

Jiang Cheng, “I was going to. If you didn’t push me, the other side of Jin ZiXuan’s face would also be ruined.”

(Chapter 18, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s also very notable that Wei Wuxian is never shown having friends outside of Jiang Cheng’s social circle, despite what an outgoing and friendly person he is. Any time he expresses interest in someone for himself, as with Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng tries to nip it in the bud. Being unable to deter Wei Wuxian from Lan Wangji directly, Jiang Cheng instead tries to drive a wedge between them, constantly telling Wei Wuxian that Lan Wangji hates him.

“Yeah,” Nie HuaiSang spoke, “It looks like he really hates you, Wei-xiong. Lan WangJi usually… No, he never does something so impolite.”

Wei WuXian, “He hates me already? I wanted to apologize to him.”

Jiang Cheng sneered, “Apologizing now? Too late! Like his uncle, he surely thinks that you are evil and unruly to the core, and didn’t bother to pay you any attention.”

(Chapter 14, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng pulled him even closer, “It’s not as if you’re familiar with him! Don’t you see how much he hates you? You’re going to carry him? He probably doesn’t even want you a step closer to him.”

(Chapter 52, Exiled Rebels translation)

He even directly orders Wei Wuxian not to invite Lan Wangji to come visit him at Lotus Pier during the Lotus Seed Pod extra.

Wei WuXian, “Why are you so upset? My watermelon almost flew away! I was just being polite. Of course he wouldn’t come. Have you ever heard of him go anywhere by himself to have fun?”

Jiang Cheng had on a stern expression, “Let’s make this clear. I don’t want him to come, anyhow. Don’t invite him.”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s not only Lan Wangji he tries to steer Wei Wuxian away from; he also interrupts his conversation with Wen Ning at the archery competition:

Wen QiongLin was probably one of Wen Clan’s disciples furthest in bloodline. His status was neither high nor low, yet his personality was timid. He didn’t dare do anything and even his speech stuttered. Through much practice, he had finally conjured up the courage to enter the competition, but he blew it because he was too nervous. If he didn’t receive the right guidance, perhaps the boy would hide his true self more and more from now on and never dare to perform in front of other people again. Wei WuXian encouraged him a couple of times and touched on a few areas of growth, correcting some miniscule problems that he had when he was shooting in the garden. Wen QiongLin listened so attentively that he didn’t even turn his eyes away, nodding uncontrollably.

Jiang Cheng, “Where did you find so much nonsense? The competition is starting soon. Get into the arena right now!”

Wei WuXian spoke to Wen QiongLin in a serious tone, “I’ll be off to the competition now. Later, you can see how I shoot when I’m in the arena…”

Jiang Cheng dragged him away, short of patience. He spat as he dragged, “See how you shoot? Do you think that you’re a model or something?!”

(Chapter 59, Exiled Rebels translation)

Even when it comes to Wei Wuxian’s friendly flirtation with Mianmian, Jiang Cheng has something to say and tries to deter him from her:

Jiang Cheng, “The one that MianMian gave you? I didn’t.”

Wei WuXian exclaimed his regret, “I’ll find her for another one later.”

Jiang Cheng frowned, “You’re at it again. You don’t really like her, do you? The girl does look fine, but it’s obvious that she doesn’t have much background. Maybe she isn’t even a disciple. She seems like the daughter of a servant.”

Wei WuXian, “What’s wrong with servants? I’m also the son of a servant, aren’t I?”

Jiang Cheng, “How can you compare to her? Whose servant is like you, having your master peel lotus seeds for you and boil you soup. I didn’t even get to have some!”

(Chapter 56, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng really does seem to view Wei Wuxian in a very proprietary light; he’s not allowed to have any friendships which don’t exist under Jiang Cheng’s direct control.

The idea that Wei Wuxian was meant to be Jiang Cheng’s servant-friend is reinforced at its darkest when Lotus Pier falls: both Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Fengmian’s last words to Wei Wuxian are an instruction to protect Jiang Cheng.

One hand holding him, Madam Yu grabbed Wei WuXian’s lapels with her other hand as though to strangle him to death. She spoke through clenched teeth, “… You damn little brat! I hate you! I hate you more than anything else! Look at what our sect has gone through for your sake!”

[...]

Madam Yu, “Don’t make such a fuss. It’ll loosen up when you’re somewhere safe. If anyone attacks you on the journey, it’ll protect you as well. Don’t come back. Go to Meishan straight away and find your sister!”

After she finished, she turned to Wei WuXian and pointed at him, “Wei Ying! Listen to me! Protect Jiang Cheng, protect him even if you die, do you understand?!”

[...]

Jiang FengMian stared into his eyes. Suddenly, he reached out. Only after pausing in the air did he finally touch Jiang Cheng’s head, slowly, “A-Cheng, be well.”

Wei WuXian, “Uncle Jiang, if anything happens to you, he won’t be well.”

Jiang FengMian turned his eyes to him, “A-Ying, A-Cheng… you must look after him.”

(Chapter 58, Exiled Rebels translation)

Even Jiang Fengmian, who supposedly favoured Wei Wuxian, only gives him instructions as pertains to his own son; he doesn’t spare a single last word for Wei Wuxian himself.

A Lower Status Family Member

It wasn’t uncommon throughout human history, across many cultures, for wealthy families to take in relatives who were orphaned or had otherwise fallen on hard times. They tended to have a lower status than the main family; they lived with them and were still a part of their social sphere, but were not quite equal, either. The English term for this is ‘poor relation’.

Obviously, Wei Wuxian isn’t actually a blood relative at all. But his position in the Jiang household definitely has some similarities. He lives in the main house, eats meals with the family, attends school with the son... He is even on some conditional levels accepted into the gentry of cultivation society. But he isn’t a full equal member of the family, either.

The fact that he’s Jiang Fengmian’s ward, not a blood relative or adopted into the main family, puts him at even more of a disadvantage. It seems that Jiang Fengmian paid for all of Wei Wuxian’s expenses:

Wei WuXian took a bite, “Back then, I didn’t even have to pay when I ate at the dock. I grabbed whatever I wanted, ate whatever I wanted; ran after I grabbed, walked as I ate. A month later, the vendor would get the reimbursement from Uncle Jiang.”

(Chapter 86, Exiled Rebels translation)

While this is a bit of conjecture, I gather that he was given access to family money as if he was part of the clan, and could just charge Yunmeng Jiang whenever he shopped in Lotus Pier. Which is great so long as Wei Wuxian is accepted in Yunmeng Jiang...but as we see during the Burial Mounds settlement period, the moment that acceptance fades, Wei Wuxian is left out in the cold without a single coin. And because he isn’t a member of the family, it’s a far easier matter for him to be thrown aside, as he was when Jiang Cheng grew angry with him over his decision to protect the Wens.

Of course, Chinese families traditionally did share their wealth, and still do nowadays. Ideally, in a loving family, this is a positive and means they all support each other; but when that isn’t the case, it leaves the victims of abuse vulnerable.

In Wei Wuxian’s case, he has some of the benefits of being a member of the Jiang clan, without ever actually being a member. He can be cast aside at any time, and he is never afforded the same respect by wider cultivation society which an inner clan member would have.

I don’t believe the novel ever directly addresses Wei Wuxian’s acceptance into the guest lectures at Cloud Recesses in this light, but the donghua actually has a very interesting little exchange about it which takes place between Nie Huaisang and a relative of his:

“Wei-xiong is just a disciple from Yunmeng. Why could he come to Gusu to study?”

“Wei-xiong is the son of Jiang-zongzhu’s old friend. He has been treated as their own son.”

“Oh, I see. That explains why they don’t look like master and servant, they seem like brothers.”

(MDZS Donghua, Episode 3, Guodong Subs)

Wei Wuxian was only allowed to attend these lectures, which seem to mainly be for sect heirs and inner clan members, on the grace of being Jiang Fengmian’s ward (and probably to accompany Jiang Cheng). While this exchange is not from the book, we never do see or hear about any of the other students being outer disciples rather than members of the main clan. Here’s what the novel had to say about it:

In that year, aside from the YunmengJiang Sect, there were also the young masters from other clans, sent to study here from parents who heard of the reputation. The young masters were all around fifteen or sixteen. Because the sects all knew the others, although they weren’t close, they had seen others’ faces before. It was widely known that, although Wei WuXian’s surname was not Jiang, he was the leading disciple of the sect leader of the YunmengJiang Sect—Jiang FengMian, and also the son of his friend who had passed away. In fact, the sect leader regarded him as his own child. This, along with how youths were not as concerned with status and ancestry as elders, they were soon friends. Only a few sentences passed, and everyone started to call others older brothers or younger brothers.

(Chapter 13, Exiled Rebels translation)

And Wei Wuxian isn’t treated as an equal at school, either; when he and his friends get up to mischief, he’s frequently the only one punished. Nie Huaisang even notes that Lan Qiren seems to be far harder on him than the other students:

Nie HuaiSang spoke, “Why does it seem like old man Lan is especially strict towards you? He always directs his scoldings at you.”

(Chapter 14, Exiled Rebels translation)

And we see Wei Wuxian being the sole one punished out of a group taken for granted by his friends multiple times:

As a result of cheating notes flying everywhere in the air, Lan WangJi suddenly attacked during the test, and caught a few initiators of the commotion. Lan QiRen exploded with anger, writing letters to the prominent clans to tell on them. He loathed Wei WuXian—in the beginning, although these disciples could hardly sit still, at least nobody started anything, and their buttocks were able to stick to their legs. However, now that Wei Ying came, the originally spineless brats were influenced by his encouragement, venturing out at night and drinking alcohol however they pleased. The unhealthy practices grew greater and greater. As he had expected, Wei Ying was one of the biggest threats to humanity!

Jiang FengMian replied, “Ying has always been like this. Please take care to discipline him, Mr. Lan.”

And so, Wei WuXian was punished again.

(Chapter 14, Exiled Rebels translation)

The boys were all cheating, but Wei Wuxian is the one punished most severely. This happens when he's caught sneaking alcohol, too (though to be fair to Lan Wangji, he probably was only punishing him, and himself alongside him, for being outside after curfew when he threw them off the wall).

Of course, Jiang Cheng didn’t dare to say that Wei WuXian was at fault. Thinking back, it was them who urged Wei WuXian to buy liquor. Each and every one of them should have been punished. He could only speak in a vague way, “It’s fine, it’s fine; it’s not that serious! He can walk. Wei WuXian, why are you still up there?!”

(Chapter 18, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s not entirely unreasonable for the one who gets caught to take the punishment (what’s he going to do, rat his friends out?) but their ready acceptance of this does fit into a pattern.

Jiang Cheng’s top was tied at his waist. Hearing his mother’s chastise, he hastily put it over his head. Madam Yu scolded again, “And you boys! Can’t you see that A-Li’s here? Who taught you brats to dress like this in front of a girl!?”

Of course, it was needless to think who led the group. Thus, Madam Yu’s next sentence, as usual, was “Wei Ying! Do you want to die!?”

[...]

He could still feel some pain in his back, so he tossed the paddles to someone else, sat down, and felt the stinging piece of flesh, “How unfair. Nobody else was wearing anything, but why was I the only one who got scolded and beaten up?”

Jiang Cheng, “Because you hurt the eye the most with no clothes on, for sure.”

[...]

Everyone nodded. Wei WuXian, “Thanks for the praise, you guys. I’m even starting to feel some goose bumps.”

The shidi, “You’re welcome, Da-Shixiong. You protect us every single time. You deserve even more!”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

While we know that Yu Ziyuan is an abusive person in general, she abuses Wei Wuxian far more harshly than anyone else, even the outer disciples. It’s made clear to us in Lotus Seed Pods that she whips him regularly over minor infractions:

Madam Yu was even angrier, “How dare you run! Come back right now and kneel!” As she spoke, she let loose her whip with a flip of her wrist. Wei WuXian felt a searing pain slash across his back. He loudly exclaimed, “Ow!” And almost tripped on the ground.

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

And that his back is heavily scarred from it:

He felt his back, covered in scars both old and new, and still couldn’t hold back the question he’d be thinking about, “How awfully unfair. Why is it that I’m the only one who gets beaten up, whenever something happens?”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

Rumours about this even made it outside of Lotus Pier; during their visit to the ancestral hall years later, Lan Wangji even states that he heard about some of it:

Lan WangJi had on an expression of understanding, “Kneeling as punishment?”

Wei WuXian mused, “How did you know? That’s right. Madam Yu punished me almost every day.”

Lan WangJi nodded, “I have heard of a few things.”

Wei WuXian, “It’s so famous that even people outside Yunmeng, even you Gusu people know—how could it be ‘a few things’? But, to be honest, in all these years, I’ve never seen a second woman whose temper was as bad as Madam Yu’s. She told me to go to the ancestral hall and kneel no matter how small the matter was. Hahaha…”

(Chapter 87, Exiled Rebels translation)

Wei Wuxian’s lower social standing is definitely a part of why Yu Ziyuan is able to abuse him so terribly and receive little to no censure for it. Everyone at Lotus Pier simply takes it for granted, with the exception of Jiang Yanli who at least does try to deflect her mother when she is angry with Wei Wuxian:

Yet, all of a sudden, someone’s quiet voice drifted by Madam Yu’s ear, “Mom, do you want to eat some watermelon…”

[...]

Jiang YanLi almost cried from her mother’s pinching, mumbling, “Mom, A-Xian and the others were hiding here to relieve the heat and I came here on my own. Don’t blame them… Do… Do you want some watermelon… I don’t know who gave them to us, but it’s really sweet. Eating watermelon in the summer is great for cooling down and quenching thirst. I’ll cut them for you…”

(Chapter 125, Lotus Seed Pod, Exiled Rebels translation)

She both tries to deflect her mother from her anger, and also outright states that Wei Wuxian and the other boys weren’t at fault. Jiang Yanli seems to be the only one at Lotus Pier who ever does this.

After the war, Wei Wuxian attends social events at Jiang Cheng’s side but is never quite treated as an equal, either. See how at the Flower Banquet, Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue greet Jiang Cheng but not him:

Suddenly, a voice spoke, “Sect Leader Nie, Sect Leader Lan.”

Hearing the familiar voice, Wei WuXian’s heart jumped. Nie MingJue turned around again. Jiang Cheng came over, dressed in purple, hand on his sword.

And the person standing beside Jiang Cheng was none other than Wei WuXian himself.

He saw himself walk with hands behind his back, wearing all black. A flute in the shade of ink stuck to his waist, hanging down with crimson colored tassels. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Jiang Cheng, he nodded in this direction to show respect. Attitude slightly arrogant, he took on a profound, disdainful appearance. As Wei WuXian saw the stance of his younger self, the root of his teeth even cringed in soreness. He felt that he really was pretentious, and itched to just beat the hell out of himself.

Lan WangJi also saw Wei WuXian, who stood beside Jiang Cheng. The tip of his brows twitched ever so slightly. Soon afterward, his light-colored eyes returned to where they were, still looking forward in that composed way. Jiang Cheng and Nie MingJue nodded at each other with grave faces. Neither had anything unnecessary to say. After a hasty greeting, the two walked their separate ways. Wei WuXian saw his black-clothed self glance around as he finally saw Lan WangJi. He looked as if he was about to speak before Jiang Cheng came over and stood to his side.

(Chapter 49, Exiled Rebels translation)

They then proceed to talk about him and his lack of a sword behind his back, never having said a word to Wei Wuxian himself:

Nie MingJue’s gaze turned over again, “Why does Wei Ying not carry his sword?”

Carrying one’s sword was like wearing formal attire. In such gatherings, it was a non-negligible indication of etiquette. Those from prominent sects saw it as especially important. Lan WangJi responded in a lukewarm tone, “He had probably forgotten.”

Ning MingJue raised a brow, “He can even forget something like this?”

(Chapter 49, Exiled Rebels translation)

At Phoenix Mountain it also seems that Wei Wuxian is conditionally a member of the gentry, but not treated like an equal. Sometimes there are these more cheerful interactions:

Holding the flower, Lan WangJi seemed to be quite cold. His tone seemed cold as well, “Was it you?”

Wei WuXian immediately denied it, “No, it wasn’t.”

The maidens beside him spoke at once, “Don’t believe him. It was him!”

Wei WuXian, “How could you treat a good person like this? I’m getting angry!”

Giggling, the maidens pulled their reins and went to the formations of their own sects. Lan WangJi lowered the hand that he held the flower with and shook his head. Jiang Cheng spoke, “ZeWu-Jun, HanGuang-Jun, apologies. Don’t pay attention to him.”

Lan XiChen smiled, “That is fine. I will thank Young Master Wei’s kindness behind the flower in place of WangJi.”

(Chapter 69, Exiled Rebels translation)

But then he will be publicly disparaged and it is readily accepted by others. Jin Zixun first starts an argument with him by criticising Wei Wuxian for fighting Jin Zixuan, then turns the topic to Wei Wuxian’s having taken a third of the prey in the hunt.

Jin ZiXun, “Wei, just what what do you mean by going against ZiXuan so many times?”

[...]

Jin ZiXun sneered, “How is it presumptuous? How is any part of you not presumptuous? Today, in such an important hunt involving all of the sects, you really showed off your abilities, didn’t you? One third of the prey have been taken by you. You sure feel pleased, don’t you?”

[...]

He mocked, “But it’s only natural that you don’t think you’re in the wrong. It’s not the first time that Young Master Wei has disregarded the rules. You didn’t wear your sword in both last time’s flower banquet and this time’s hunt. It’s such a grand event, and you care nothing for courtesy. In what regard to you hold us, the people who are present with you?”

[...]

No disciple had ever dared say such lofty words in front of so many people. A moment later, as Jin ZiXun finally regained his composure, he yelled, “Wei WuXian! You’re only the son of a servant—how dare you be so bold!!!”

(Chapters 69-70, Exiled Rebels translation)

Naturally, Jin Zixun is able to weasel out of giving an apology, even though Jiang Yanli demands one. And guess who also takes a third of the prey, but this time without any censure?

Jin GuangYao, “In reality, not only did Young Master Wei keep a third of the prey to himself, our eldest brother has eliminated over half of the fays and the monsters as well.”

Hearing this, Lan XiChen laughed, “That is how Brother is like, after all.”

(Chapter 70, Exiled Rebels translation)

Never a Brother

As I’ve already mentioned, Wei Wuxian was never adopted by Jiang Fengmian, or adopted into the clan in general in even a distant way. And this nebulous ‘we’re letting you live with the main family as a charity, but you aren’t really one of us’ attitude also reflects in his relationship with Jiang Yanli.

I’ve already discussed how Wei Wuxian was more like a companion servant to Jiang Cheng than a brother. It’s also worth noting quickly that neither of them ever refers to the other as a brother. Wei Wuxian refers to Jiang Cheng as his shidi a few times, and Jiang Cheng never even refers to him as his shixiong (because Jiang Cheng views him as his servant, not as even a martial brother, I’d argue).

Only one member of the Jiang family ever does use familial terms to refer to Wei Wuxian: his shijie, Jiang Yanli. At Phoenix Mountain, when Wei Wuxian is being insulted by Jin Zixun, Jiang Yanli stands up and defends him, and states clearly that she considers Wei Wuxian a little brother:

The people who gathered around Jin ZiXun had on the same dark faces as he did. Yet, taking into consideration Jiang YanLi’s background, they didn’t dare talk back to her directly.

Jiang YanLi added, “Besides, hunting is hunting, so why bring the matter of discipline to the table? A-Xian is a disciple of the YunmengJiang Sect. He grew up with my brother and I, and so he’s as close as a brother is to me. Calling him the ‘son of a servant’—I’m sorry, but I won’t accept this. And thus…”

She straightened her back and raised her voice, “I hope that Young Master Jin ZiXun would apologize to Wei WuXian of the YunmengJiang Sect!”

(Chapter 70, Exiled Rebels translation)

It doesn’t come through in the Exiled Rebels translation, but she actually refers to Wei Wuxian as her didi in this scene, not her shidi. She’s trying to draw a line and state that Wei Wuxian is a part of the family. However, no one takes her seriously, and shortly afterwards we see Jin-furen insisting that Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian shouldn’t be walking alone together because it would be inappropriate.

Jiang YanLi whispered, “That’s not necessary. I’d like to have a few words with A-Xian. He can walk me back.”

Madam Jin raised her brows, looking Wei WuXian up and down. Her gaze was somewhat cautious, as if she was feeling displeased, “A young man and a young woman—you two can’t stick together all the time if nobody else is present.”

Jiang YanLi, “A-Xian is my younger brother.”

[...]

Wei WuXian lowered his head, “Excuse my absence, Madam Jin.”

He and Jiang YanLi bowed at the same time. As they turned around to leave, Madam Jin grabbed Jiang YanLi’s hand and refused to let her leave.

(Chapter 70, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jin Zixuan also never treats Wei Wuxian the way one might a brother who is still angered with him over his past dismissive treatment of his sister. For example, see their argument at the Flower Banquet:

Before he could see how Lan WangJi reacted, a series of clamor suddenly came from the other end of the base. Wei WuXian heard his own raging shout, “Jin ZiXuan! Don’t you forget about what things you said and what things you did? What do you mean by this, now?!”

Wei WuXian remembered. So it was this time!

On the other side, Jin ZiXuan also fumed, “I was asking Sect Leader Jiang, not you! The one I was asking about was also Maiden Jiang. How is that related to you?!”

[...]

Jin ZiXuan, “Sect Leader Jiang—this is our sect’s flower banquet, and this is your sect’s person! Are you going to look after him or not?!”

[...]

...Jiang Cheng’s voice came, “Wei WuXian, you can just shut your mouth. Young Master Jin, I’m sorry. My sister is doing quite well. Thank you for your concern. We can talk about this next time.”

Wei WuXian laughed coldly, “Next time? There is no next time! Whether or not she’s doing well isn’t any of his business, either! Who does he think he is?”

He turned around and started to leave. Jiang Cheng shouted, “Get back here! Where are you going?”

Wei WuXian waved his hands, “Anywhere is fine! Just don’t let me see that face of his. I never wanted to come, anyway. You can deal with whatever’s here yourself.”

Having been abandoned by Wei WuXian, Jiang Cheng’s face immediately clouded over.

[...]

Jiang Cheng stowed away the clouds on his face, “Don’t mind him. Look at how impolite he is. He’s used to such rude behavior at home.”

He then began to converse with Jin ZiXuan.

(Chapter 49, Exiled Rebels translation)

Jiang Cheng also quietly dismisses the notion of Wei Wuxian as a brother in relation to Jiang Yanli; when they visit to show him her wedding dress and she asks for a courtesy name, Jiang Cheng specifically says:

Jiang Cheng, “The courtesy name of my unborn nephew.”

(Chapter 75, Exiled Rebels translation)

Not our nephew, mine.

Even the disastrous invitation to Jin Ling’s one month celebration is framed as a favour to an old shidi, not a family member:

Jin ZiXun, “Since you’ve heard it from him already, you should know that I can’t wait. Don’t tell me that you’ll disregard your brother’s life for the sake of Sister-in-Law’s shidi?!”

Jin ZiXuan, “You clearly know that I’m not that kind of person! He might not necessarily be the one who cursed you with Hundred Holes either. Why are you so rash? I was the one who invited Wei WuXian to A-Ling’s full-month celebration anyways. If this is the way you do things, where does that leave me? Where does it leave my wife?”

Jin ZiXun raised his voice, “It’s best if he doesn’t attend! What does Wei WuXian think he is—does he deserve to attend our sect’s banquet? Whoever touches him gets nothing but a splash of black! ZiXuan, when you invited him, weren’t you worried that you, Sister-in-Law and A-Ling would receive an irremovable stain for the rest of your lives?!”

(Chapter 76, Exiled Rebels translation)

It’s clear that not only does wider society not consider Wei Wuxian and the Jiangs siblings...they themselves don’t, either. Wei Wuxian, after all, readily accepts that his relationship with them is over after he leaves the sect:

Before they parted, Jiang Cheng spoke, “We won’t see you off. It wouldn’t be good if someone saw us.”

Wei WuXian nodded. He understood that it wasn’t easy for the Jiang siblings to have come out here. If someone else saw them, all those things they did for the public to believe would be wasted. He spoke, “We’ll go first.”

[...]

He turned around, knowing that it’d be a long time before he’d get to see the people he was familiar with again.

But… right now, wasn’t he on his way to seeing people he was familiar with as well?

(Chapter 75, Exiled Rebels translation)

Cast Aside

The way cultivation society treats Wei Wuxian when he is not with the Jiangs is also very revealing. Any level of respect he is given is contingent on his position in the Jiang household, and when they aren’t around that minimal respect fades away. Look at how disrespectfully he is treated when he approaches Jin Zixun to ask for Wen Ning’s location.

Wei WuXian didn’t make small talk either, getting straight to the point, “No thanks. I don’t.” He nodded slightly at Jin ZiXun, “Young Master Jin, could I please have a word with you?”

Jin ZiXun, “If you have anything to say, come after our banquet is over.”

In reality, he didn’t want to talk to Wei WuXian at all. Wei WuXian could see this as well, “How long do I have to wait?”

Jin ZiXun, “Probably around six to eight hours. Or maybe ten to twelve. Or until tomorrow.”

Wei WuXian, “I’m afraid I can’t wait for that long.”

Jin ZiXun’s voice was arrogant, “You’ll have to wait even if you can’t.”

Jin GuangYao, “Young Master Wei, what do you need ZiXun for? Is it a pressing matter?”

Wei WuXian, “Pressing indeed. It allows for no delay.”

[...]

Jin ZiXun, “Wei WuXian, what do you mean? You came for him? You aren’t standing up for a Wen-dog, are you?”

Wei WuXian wore a broad grin, “Since when is it your business whether I’d like to stand up for him or cut his head off? Just give him to me!”

At the last sentence, the grin on his face vanished. His tone turned cold as well. It was clear that he had lost his patience. Many of the people within Glamor Hal shivered in fear. Jin ZiXun felt his scalp tingle as well. Yet, his anger soon soared. He shouted, “Wei WuXian, you are too bold! Did the LanlingJin Sect invite you today? And you dare run wild here. Do you really think that you’re invincible, that nobody has the courage to confront you? Do you want to overturn the Heavens?”

Wei WuXian smiled, “You’re comparing yourself to the Heavens? Excuse my language, but your face is a little too thick, isn’t it?”

[...]

Just as he was about to rebut, sitting on the foremost seat, Jin GuangShan spoke up.

His voice seemed kind, “It’s not anything too important anyways. You youngsters, why lose your tempers over such a thing? However, Young Master Wei, let me be fair here. Barging in when the LanlingJin Sect is holding a private banquet is indeed inappropriate.”

To say that Jin GuangShan didn’t mind what happened at Phoenix Mountain would be impossible. This was also why he only smiled when Jin ZiXun bickered with Wei WuXian but didn’t stop them, and only spoke up when Jin ZiXun was at the disadvantage.

Wei WuXian nodded, “Sect Leader Jin, it was never my intention to disturb your private banquet. My apologies. However, the whereabouts of the people whom Young Master Jin took are still unclear. Just a moment of delay, and it might be too late. One of the group had once saved me before. I will definitely not sit back and watch. Please do not feel pressured. I will make amends for this at a later date.”

[...]

After a few laughs, he continued, “Sect Leader Jin, let me ask you something else. Do you think that, because the QishanWen Sect is gone, the LanlingJin Sect has all right to replace it?”

All was silent within Glamor Hall.

Wei WuXian added, “Everything has to be given to you? Everyone has to listen to you? Looking at how the LanlingJin Sect does things, I almost thought that it was the QishanWen Sect’s empire all over again.”

[...]

A guest cultivator on his right shouted, “Wei WuXian! Watch your words!”

Wei WuXian, “Did I say something wrong? Forcing living people to be bait and beating them up whenever they refused to obey—is this any different from what the QishanWen Sect does?”

Another guest cultivator stood up, “Of course it’s different. The Wen-dogs did all kinds of evil. To arrive at such an end is only karma for them. We only avenged a tooth for a tooth, letting them taste the fruit that they themselves had sown. What’s wrong with this?”

Wei WuXian, “Take revenge on the ones who bite you. Wen Ning’s branch doesn’t have much blood on their hands. Don’t tell me that you find them guilty by association?”

Another person spoke, “Young Master Wei, is it that they don’t have much blood on their hands just because you say so? These are only your one-sided words. Where’s the evidence?”

[...]

Jin GuangShan stood up as well, his face a mixture of shock, anger, fear, and hatred, “Wei WuXian! Just because… Sect Leader Jiang isn’t here doesn’t mean you can be so reckless!”

Wei WuXian’s voice was harsh, “Do you think that I wouldn’t be reckless if he were here? If I wanted to kill someone, who could stop me, and who would dare stop me?!”

[...]

“Young Master Wei really is too impulsive. How could he speak in such a way in front of so many sects?”

Lan WangJi spoke coldly, “Was he wrong?”

Jin GuangYao paused almost unnoticeably. He immediately laughed, “Haha. Yes, he’s right. But it’s because he’s right that he can’t say it in front of them, correct?”

Lan XiChen seemed as if he was deep in thought, “Young Master Wei’s heart really has changed.”

(Chapter 72, Exiled Rebels translation)

The only person at this banquet who speaks to Wei Wuxian respectfully is Jin Guangyao, a consummate manipulator who is also of a lower social status. Everyone else speaks to him dismissively, refusing to respect his request for Wen Ning’s location even though he states that Wen Ning helped him during the war. Wei Wuxian is extremely polite at the beginning of this conversation, and only slowly begins to lose his temper when Jin Zixun speaks rudely and Jin Guangshan decides to bring up the matter of the Yinhufu (Wei Wuxian is right in suspecting him of wanting to replace Qishan Wen, of course, and that it’s very bold of them to think they have the right to a spiritual tool of his just because...they’re rich?).

When the sects meet at Koi Tower to discuss the breakout at Qiongqi Path, no one considers Wei Wuxian as an independent agent who they might actually want to meet and negotiate with themselves. He is a wayward servant of Yunmeng Jiang who the sect leader has failed to keep in hand.

Jiang Cheng only spoke after a few moments, “What he did was indeed a bit too much. Sect Leader Jin, I apologize to you in place of him. If there’s any way at all to help the situation, please let me know. I’ll definitely compensate for things however I can.”

[...]

Jin GuangShan, “Sect Leader Jiang, Wei Ying is your right-hand man. You value him a lot. All of us know this. However, on the other hand, it’s hard to tell whether or not he actually respects you. In any case, I’ve been a sect leader for so many years and I’ve never seen the servant of any sect dare be so arrogant, so proud. Have you heard what they say outside? Things like how during the Sunshot Campaign the victories of the YunmengJiang Sect were all because of Wei WuXian alone—what nonsense!”

[...]

Lan WangJi sat with his back straight, speaking in a tone of absolute tranquility, “I did not hear Wei Ying say this. I did not hear him express the slightest disrespect towards Sect Leader Jiang either.”

[...]

The good thing was that, not long after he felt awkward, Jin GuangYao came to save the day, exclaiming, “Really? That day, Young Master Wei busted into Koi Tower with such force. He said too many things, one more shocking than the next. Perhaps he said a few things that were along those lines. I can’t remember them either.”

[...]

Jin GuangShan followed the transition, “That’s right. Anyhow, his attitude has always been arrogant.”

One of the sect leaders added, “To be honest, I’ve wanted to say this since a long time ago. Although Wei WuXian did a few things during the Sunshot Campaign, there are many guest cultivators who did more than him. I’ve never seen anyone as full of themselves as him. Excuse my bluntness, but he’s the son of a servant. How could the son of a servant be so arrogant?”

[...]

“In the beginning, Sect Leader Jin asked Wei Ying for the Tiger Seal with nothing but good intentions, worried that he wouldn’t be able to control it and lead to a disaster. He, however, used his own yardstick to measure another’s intents. Did he think that everyone is after his treasure? What a joke. In terms of treasures, is there any sect that doesn’t hold a few treasures?”

“I knew that something would eventually happen if he continued on the ghostly path—look! His killing intents are being revealed already. Killing indiscriminately those from our side just because of a few Wen-dogs…”

[...]

Jin GuangShan continued, “Sect Leader Jiang, you’re not like your father. It’s just been a couple of years since the reestablishment of the YunmengJiang Sect, precisely when you should be displaying your power. And he doesn’t even know to avoid suspicions. What would the Jiang Sect’s new disciples think if they saw him? Don’t tell me you’d let them see him as their role model and look down on you?”

He spoke one sentence after another, striking the iron while it was still hot. Jiang Cheng spoke slowly, “Sect Leader Jin, that’s enough. I’ll go to Burial Mound and deal with this.”

Jin GuangShan felt satisfied, speaking in a sincere tone, “That’s the spirit. Sect Leader Jiang, there are some things, some people that you shouldn’t put up with.”

(Chapter 73, Exiled Rebels translation)

This is very reminiscent of the way that Jin Zixuan would often turn around and say, ‘Why aren’t you controlling your servant?’ to Jiang Cheng whenever he had a dispute with Wei Wuxian over his treatment of Jiang Yanli.

When Jiang Cheng goes to the Burial Mounds and Wei Wuxian defects from Yunmeng Jiang in order to help the sect save face, Jiang Cheng treats this as a personal betrayal. He not only challenges Wei Wuxian to a duel but then announces that Wei Wuxian has betrayed Yunmeng Jiang and declared himself the enemy of cultivation society:

After the fight, Jiang Cheng told the outside that Wei WuXian defected from the sect and was an enemy to the entire cultivation world. The YunmengJiang Sect had already cast him out. From then on, no ties remained between them—a clear line was drawn. Henceforth, no matter what he did, they’d have nothing to do with the YunmengJiang Sect!

(Chapter 73, Exiled Rebels translation)

“Wei Wuxian has betrayed the sect, and publicly regards all cultivation sects as enemy! Yunmeng Jiang Sect hereby expels him, breaking all ties with him and drawing a clear line between us. Henceforth, no matter what this person does, it will have nothing to do with Yunmeng Jiang Sect!”

(Modao Zushi Radio Drama, Season 3 Episode 5, Suibian Subs)

Naturally, no one ever questions this or wants to hear Wei Wuxian’s side of the story. Jiang Cheng is a sect leader and Wei Wuxian his servant, and that is all cultivation society needs to know.

In Conclusion

Wei Wuxian was never really part of the Jiang family. The wider social view was that he was a servant who was lucky to be taken in by the family and allowed to live in the main house alongside the sect leader’s children. He’s accepted into cultivation society conditionally, but only as someone who remains a rank below everyone else.

This attitude isn’t just the wider social view which the family themselves disregard; they all play into it. Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Cheng both actively enforce it, Jiang Fengmian passively enforces it, and Jiang Yanli tries but fails to break through the social barriers between them.

[realcube]

video games + blowjob 🎮

characters: bakugo, kirishima, sero & kaminari

tw// oral (giving), swearing, fem!reader, nsfw - minors dni

all aged up!

katsuki bakugo

♡ bakugo only finds the time to play video games once every millennia 

♡ most of the time, he’s working, training or spending time with you 

♡ also he only plays when the bakusquad arrange a time + date on the gc bc - he’ll never admit it - but he misses talking to them and playing like he used to, so the occasional Battlefield call they have really triggers a sense of nostalgia for all of them

♡ but the calls usually last a good while though lol - minimum 5 hours

♡ usually you let him be and don’t bother him during his calls bc you know how rarely he gets to call his pals but one day, he had been teasing you so much leading up to  his call - leaving you extra needy - and you couldn’t really help yourself

♡ so you snuck into the study room while he was playing, starting off by giving him a light massage which he enjoyed but the problem arose when you slowly got to your knees and began pawing at his sweatpants

♡ that’s when he noticed that you dressed up in your best lace for him too, which made him hard lol

♡ at first he looked pissed off and tried to ignore you but he kept losing focus on the game, his mind brimming with all the things he wanted to do with you

♡ eventually, he gave in and briefly muted his mic to hiss in your ear, ‘fine. but if you make a single fuckin’ sound or try to tease me, i’ll fuck you for all of them to hear, kay?’

♡ you simply hum in agreement before pulling both his boxer and sweatpants down without hesitation, then getting to work

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

bakugo growled deeply, at both your expert mouth movements around his hard member and at the shitty orders kirishima gave. “ ‘over here’ ? where the fuck is that?” it took an embarrassing amount of effort to suppress his moans while said that.

but he wasn’t all to blame. as you made it a point to deep-throat him as soon as you thought he was going to open his mouth to say something. 

“what happened to you, bakugo? you’re so quiet! is everything okay?” mina offhandedly pointed out while heading to the ‘over here’ that kirishima described. although you couldn’t hear what mina said since bakugo was wearing a headset, his reaction was enough to amuse you. 

bakugo snarled, immediately barking profanities at her, “shut it, pinkie! nothing’s fucking wrong! now get back to shoot-” he realised he was on the verge of climaxing so he desperately went to mute is mic before letting a moan escape his lips as he slumped back into his chair in pure bliss, his eyes rolling back into his head slightly as faint pops could be heard from his sweaty palms.

something about the pleasure you worked so hard to bring him an shot an indescribable sense of euphoria through his body, hence he reached down to ruffle your hair without averting his eyes from the screen. “good girl. now scram.”

eijiro kirishima 

♡ again, he doesn’t really have time for video games; his main priorities are work, training & you 

♡ but sometimes video games can fall into the ‘you’ category bc occasionally he asks you to play super mario cart, animal crossing, wii sports etc with him

♡ the only time he plays video games without you is when he plays with the bakusquad on the arranged date they planned

♡ but before the call starts, you can tell he is really tense by the way he is biting his nails so you inquire about it and he kinda just gestures to your new - rather revealing - pyjama set then at his throbbing erection

♡ and ofc being the supportive gf you are, you offered to give him a blowie

♡he loved the idea but at first, he was kinda worried that he might get caught since he is usually very vocal during sex so obviously it’d be hard to just...stop

♡ however you reassured him that he’s manliest guy you’ve ever met so he’d definitely be able to resist a few moans

♡ so he came around quite quickly lol

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

“come over here quickly!” kirishima commanded proudly into the mic, a wide grin spread across his face at not only how good you were making him feel, but also at how well he was repressing his moans and the praise he so desperately wanted to give you for sucking so skilfully.

he had to say though, the amount of energy it was talking him to do all of the above was enough to leave him exhausted to the point that the game was just a blur of background noise. and the bakusquad could tell something was wrong as usually kirishima has the best aim out of them all but he has yet to make a single headshot.

although his eyes were glued to the screen, his mind was fixated on only you and how good you made him feel. as he approached his orgasm, he simply let his eyelids flutter shut as he focussed on the little movements you made; your tongue rubbing the underside of his cock, your occasional desperate attempts to deepthroat him, the way your lips wrapped perfectly around his girth, how you resorted to using your hands to take care of the parts of his length that your mouth couldn’t fit. 

“good job.” he hummed his praise for you as he felt you helplessly try to take him into your throat once more before he was ready to cum but the moments leading up to his high were interrupted by a “thanks, man!” from denki which made kirishima’s eyes widen before he hastily muted his mic, allowing himself to orgasm in your mouth from there and let out all the loud moans he had been hiding. 

“thanks, baby.” he said, slowly feeling the post-cum ecstasy fade as he leaned over to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, proceeding to slap his hand over your mouth as he noticed you were about to head in the direction of the bin. “swallow it.”

hanta sero

♡ since sero became a pro-hero he definitely plays way less video games than he did before but he didn’t quit

♡ but whenever he does play, you’re either on his lap or giving him a blowie 

♡ so needless to say, this wouldn’t be your first time sucking him off while he played

♡ anyway, y’all were getting ✨spicy ✨ one day until he realised that he had a call + battlefield scheduled with the bakusquad

♡ deadass he was kissin’ down your neck while rubbing circles on your clothed clit until he just faltered like ‘oh shit i’ve got a call with ‘em today, don’t i?’

♡ DFRGTHYJU you were livid >:((

♡ bc he had got you all riled up and now he was just gonna leave 😩

♡ you asked him if he could skip the call just this once to finish what he started but he was like ‘bros before hoes’ while putting on his headset 

♡ but being the generous king he is, he unzipped to allow you to give him a blowie while he played 

♡ at first you were all pouty bc he should be the one giving you oral but once you realised that it was his offer or nothing, you begrudgingly got to your knees and began 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

“eijiro, cover-- eijiro! kirishima!” he yelled into his mic, clearly getting riled up from the high action of the game and the matching high action of your mouth. “hellooo? you there, man? oi, i think kiri ‘s afk.” sero reasoned, looking at the frozen figure of his teammate. 

he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat so he couldn’t help but look down at you, shooting you a cocky smirk instead of the moan you were expecting. he knew what you were trying to do but he wanted to make it clear that it wasn’t going to work on him.

sero had lots of practise at choking back moans and hiding orgasms so it was going to take much more than deepthroating to catch him off-guard. 

he momentarily muted his mic so he could instruct you to go deeper while simultaneously grabbing fistful of your hair to force you to deepthroat him once more, bringing him much closer to his orgasm.

eventually, he suddenly reached his climax but you didn’t allow him to mute himself; you wanted to see him struggle. but unfortunately for you, it was hardly an issue as by now, he was used to cumming silently. but you forgive him as the faces he mada are enough to make you wet as hell.

“alright, mr tough guy.” you purred in his ear, muting his mic for your sake, “let me ride you. let’s see how quiet you can be then, hm?”

challenge accepted. 

denki kaminari 

♡ probably still plays video games a lot - even when he gets a job as a pro-hero

♡ but mans still got his priorities straight so if you ever approach him while he’s playing, saying that you’re feeling a bit horny, he’ll quit real quick lmao

♡ and a video games session with the bakusquad is no exception

♡ you’re feeling horny just thinking about the way he ate you out last night so you told him you want to return the favour as you watch him put on his headset

♡ you knew this was a special time with his friends though so you would’ve been too hurt if he said no but ofc he gladly accepted your offer

♡ but he still wanted to play though so he was a bit conflicted for a moment or two until an idea struck him

♡ ‘just blow me while i play, babe!’

♡ to say you were confused and a little concerned would be accurate, so you inquired further to make sure that he was 100% comfortable with it and he’d deal with the repercussions of a slipped moan 

♡ he seemed confident that it wouldn’t happen though - a little too confident. but this stemmed from the fact sero had told him that he lets his girl suck him off while he plays video games and nobody ever notices. but kaminari didn’t realise that sero’s impressive ability came from years of practise.

♡ you obliged though, happily setting yourself on your knees in front of him and taking his length into your mouth 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

“thanks, man!” kaminari exclaimed cheerily, a bright smile spread across his face; partially due to his teammate’s praise but mostly how he’s made it so long into the call without a single moan despite the fact you were making him feel so good down there.

however, as you looked up at him and observed his cocky smirk, something snapped inside you - as it reminded you of the grin he wore last night that you got to see when he’d occasionally pull away from your soaking cunt for air. hence, you recalled how much of a tease he was yesterday and how it pissed you off to no end.

so now that he was sitting submissive to your touch in front of you, why not take your revenge?

your neck slowly retreated backwards to the point where the only thing connecting you to kaminari’s cock was a string of saliva, to which he instinctively whined, “hey! w-why’d ya stop?” completely disregarding the fact he forgot to turn his mic of so mina replied, “who stopped what?” out of confusion.

kaminari’s eyes widened and his face flushed in a way that brought you great amounts of satisfaction, so for being good entertainment, you rewarded him by unhurriedly enveloping his cock with your mouth once more. 

“oh, nothing!” kaminari choked back a moan, realising that his high was fast approaching so he acted accordingly, going to mute his mic, “one second gu-- ah~” the front is cock was finally  - and suddenly - welcomed into the walls of your throat, followed by rapid thrusts which was enough to result in an irrepressible groan escaping his lips.

luckily, his finger found the mute button before the bakusquad was forced to listen to the rest of kaminari’s orgasm. “fuck, baby~” he groaned, tossing his head back in pleasure as his hips jerked back and forth and before he knew it, he was at his climax. out of habit, he yanked his dick away to cum all over your face and chest, barley able to see the masterpiece he created through his heavy lids.

once he finished, he looked down at you with a proud smile, drool staining the corner of his lip, “always so pretty for me~”

[iblewthewhistle]

Reunited

Frank Morrison laid back on his bed and kicked his feet lazily, staring up at the ceiling and wondered, how did he get so lucky.

Ever since Waylon stopped him from robbing the gas station, things had been better. He had a huge bedroom, including a computer, nicknacks, and his own wardrobe. Even his old knife, though it was locked in a safebox in his room, out of reach.

I won’t make you get rid of it. It’s a reminder. Waylon had told him. But you cannot let Nick and Jack get it.

Frank agreed. They were little kids. They didn’t get it, would think it’s a toy. He kept the key on his person.

There was a knock on the door, and Frank blinked. “Yeah?”

Waylon’s head popped inside. “Doing a pizza run. Want anything?”

“Can I come with?” Frank was already shoving his shoes on, and Waylon laughed.

“C’mon then.”

He wished he’d had a dad like Waylon from the start. Someone who cared. Someone who wanted him. His eyes wandered to the mask that he still wore, and Frank reached for it.

His hand stopped. And he walked out of his bedroom.

“Won’t be long!” Waylon said as he passed Lisa, who was reading to the younger boys. Frank waved as their little hands waved him out the door.

Waylon started the car as he buckled up, and they drove the now familiar route. Frank huffed on the window, and doodled the smiley face he loved. "Where's your mask?" Came the innocent question.

"Don't feel like I need it." was the reply.

“How’s school?”

“Eh. Getting A’s in Math and IT.”

“Told you it’d get easier if you practised.” Waylon was grinning. Frank had to fight down the prideful grin as they pulled into the parking lot. “All right. Let’s go grab some dinner.”

They made their way into the pizza place, and Frank leaned on the counter. “Hey there, picking up for Park.”

“Yep. It’ll just be another few minutes, sir. Anything else on your order?”

“Frank?”

His head turned, and he saw them. His Legion. They were sat at a table, splitting what looked like a cheap cheese pizza. He moved over to where they sat, and they all piled onto him, hugging him tight.

“What the hell happened to you?” Julie scowled, frowning.

“We thought you’d died!” Suzie whispered.

“I…I got a good home. It’s real nice there. We’re picking up dinner.” Frank whispered back.

“Frank!” Waylon approached. “Are these friends of yours?”

“Yeah…”

“Hmm. Well, if you want we can pick up another pizza and they can come, maybe hang out together?” Waylon offered. Frank looked at his friends, and they nodded together.

Waylon walked away to the counter, and Frank grinned.

“So, is it, like, a scam?” Julie asked, her voice low. “You blackmailing him or something?”

Frank shook his head. “Real deal. He really cares. He’s helped me out. You’ll see.”

He turned to walk over to the counter, helping to carry the stack of boxes. “Way, this is Suzie, Julie, and Joey. We’re a gang.”

“Nice to meet you all. I’m Waylon.” He grinned, before they all climbed in to the car, clamouring to tell Frank what had happened in his absence, the school rumor that he’d killed someone and gone to prison.

Waylon huffed a laugh at that, and Frank explained that he’d been about to do something stupid, when Waylon stopped him. That after sleeping on a couch, they’d decided that Frank needed a room, and sorted the basement as his new room. That he’d enrolled in a whole new school.

As they pulled up to the house, Waylon helped pull all the food out and led the troupe inside, even as the two kids inside cheered. Lisa gave a soft laugh, and Waylon shrugged as he started to hand out slices to everyone.

“Frank’s friends.” He mouthed to his wife, as the teens grabbed plates. “Okay, Frank, bring the rubbish up when you’re done, along with plates and glasses.” He handed over a bottle of coke, and some glasses. “Have fun with your friends, okay?”

“Thanks!” Frank swiped his own slices and led the way to his room, waving a hand at them.

“He’s adorable when he smiles.” Lisa commented, biting into her own slice.

“I’m just glad he’s got his friends back.” Waylon replied, as he picked up his own slice.

[duskholland]

Meet Your Match || Mob!Tom Smut

Summary ↠ It’s always awkward when your current boyfriend meets your ex, but it’s a whole new level when it transpires that your ex-boyfriend is the leader of Tom’s rival mob...

Warnings ↠ 18+, contains mature nsfw material. There are extended warnings beneath the cut, but this is quite heavy. 

Word count ↠ 5.9k

A/N ↠ Genuinely am shocked that this came out of my head tbh. It is very intense so please consult the warnings before you dive in ! The entire concept of the first half is very random and almost crack, but then the second half...phew. Sheesh. Thanks to V, mischiefandi, for suggesting I write in a hot Irish mobster as Y/N’s ex...love that for her, and I love you V. I hope you all enjoy this :)

This is a part of my mob!Tom series – a collection of oneshots set within the same universe. You don’t need to read the other parts for this to make sense! You can find the other parts in my masterlist.

18+ do not touch this if you are a minor. 

extended warnings: lol. mob themes including gun mention and punching, a broken nose ft minor mentions of blood, a bit of a dodgy ex who makes some uncomfortable comments, alcohol, possessive!jealous!Tom, d/s dynamics, soft!dom!Tom, mean!dom!Tom, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), spitting, orgasm denial and edging, guided masturbation, rough sex, doggy-style, like two minor instances of spanking, he calls her slut once. im not here to fuck around this goes hard so if you aren’t into rough stuff this isn’t for you. also includes unprotected sex -- please practise safe sex (condoms provide barriers against STIs as well as unwanted pregnancy. pls be safe irl). i would like mob!tom to rail me thank u. enjoy.

--------- Meet Your Match ---------

You’d never given much thought to the possibility of Tom meeting one of your exes. Why would you, when being with him is infinitely more satisfying, loving, and enjoyable than it had ever been with one of them? 

But if you’d had to imagine it, you would’ve pictured it casually. Maybe you’d be out somewhere together - at a café, or a market, with Tom’s arm wrapped safely around you. You’d see your ex - whoever it may be - and there’d be an awkward encounter. The exchange of painful hellos and goodbyes, maybe some piercing stares, and pinched words. Then, you’d move on, and that would be that. 

Never, in your wildest dreams, would you have imagined you’d run into your ex-boyfriend whilst in attendance at a meeting of the London mobs. 

It’s a special event - a large, networking occasion, organised by Tom, as an opportunity for him to meet with his partners and rivals, as they come together to cordially bond over beer and discuss business plans. It’s hosted right in the centre of Piccadilly, in the elegant conference room of a luxurious hotel. You’re just starting to relax and settle in when you glance across the room and see him:

Aidan. Your ex-boyfriend. At… A meeting of the mobs of London? 

“What the fuck,” you mutter. You almost drop your glass of champagne as you narrow your eyes and stare. The conference room is vast, adorned with glittering chandeliers and large banquet tables, but it’s undeniable: Aidan is here. 

“Everything alright, love?” Tom’s by your side, one of his arms wrapped loosely around your shoulders. He’s in remarkably high spirits this evening. The event is fully underway, and judging by the snippets of conversation you’ve been hearing, Tom’s latest plans are coming into fruition - something about warehouses, and a shipment of class A drugs. But none of it matters now, because your mind is entirely elsewhere.

“No,” you state immediately. 

Tom cranes his neck, his eyes seeking you out. You manage to drag your gaze away from Aidan for a brief second.

“What is it?” He’s looking at you with those deep, warm brown eyes, and his gaze is so tender it makes your breath hitch. One of Tom’s fingers moves up to caress your cheek, and you find yourself shifting guiltily on your feet.

“Who, exactly, did you invite to this meeting?” You ask your boyfriend, speaking in hushed tones. Your eyes slip back to Aidan, and you feel yourself relax as you note he’s still deep in conversation with a few men. 

“Suppliers, rivals, allies… Anyone of importance, really.” Tom narrows his eyes, his thumb brushing over your chin as he looks at you closely. “Why?”

“Did you know that you’ve also invited my ex-boyfriend?”

Judging by the look of utter shock on Tom’s face, he had not, in fact, realised his fundamental truth.

“Who?” He asks immediately. His face shifts through several shades before settling on jealous, with his eyebrows bunched together. 

You turn around, resting one hand on the broad shoulder of Tom’s suit before using your other to point out across the crowd.

“Aidan.” 

Tom squints his eyes, a small rumbling noise travelling up his throat. “Aidan?” He repeats, his voice flooded with confusion. You hum affirmatively. “Bloke with the blond hair? Irish?” Again, a hum. Tom releases a short, curt chuckle. “Angel, he’s not called Aidan.”

“What?” You exclaim. 

Tom releases a deep sigh. “That’s Gordy. He runs the Eastside.” 

You feel your jaw loosen. A fake name. “Gordy Byrne?”

“The one and only.”

“Shit.”

You’ve been with Tom for a year. Over those long, fulfilling twelve months, you’ve picked up on several important key pieces of information about the London mob: it’s split into three factions, each sector run by a different figurehead. Tom and his family control the South-West, and they’re in constant disagreement with Gordy, of the East, and Monique, of the North. Each third is continuously testing the waters, trying to take over land, and supplies, and emerge as the solo Kingpin of London. The fragile alliance between the three families is constantly on the verge of disintegration. 

And Gordy is your ex, who you’d met three years ago at the same exclusive club you’d worked in when you’d met Tom. Your relationship had lasted eight months and ended on equal terms as you’d mutually agreed the spark had fizzled away. Despite the considerable span of your relationship, you’d had no suspicions that he’d been involved with the mob. The thought is incredibly jarring.

“Seems like you have a type,” Tom comments, his voice entirely too flippant. 

Before you can call him out on his apparent feelings of resentment, your evening takes a further turn as you realise Gordy has spotted you and is now working his way through the sea of people towards you. 

He looks just as you remember: 6’2, blond, green-eyed. His shoulders are stocky and broad, and his suit bulges with disguised muscles. He maintains that signature swagger you’d come to associate with him, his eyes glinting as he throws out a wild smile. Your eyes catch on the presence of a few new golden teeth fixed in his mouth, and then to the tattooed knuckles that hang by his side.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Gordy greets, green eyes skimming across you appreciatively, “Who’d ‘a thought we’d meet again?”

All you can really do is let out a squeak of agreement, and pull away from Tom’s side to greet the man with a kiss on the cheek. The familiar scent of Gordy’s musky cologne drifts up your nose, and it makes your head spin.

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you pull away, looking at him incredulously. His pale cheeks wear a scruff of fuzz, highlighting the high arches of his cheekbones. 

“What are you doing here?” He returns, his Irish accent twanging. His eyes shift over to Tom, then back to you, and then they watch as Tom reaches out and carefully tangles his fingers with yours. “Wait…”

“Evening, mate,” Tom greets, voice a little clipped. You feel the grip on your hand tighten, and you let him reel you back into his side. You find home beneath Tom’s heavy arm as he repositions it across your shoulder, keeping you near. “I see you’ve already met my girlfriend.”

The air seems to flicker with tension.

“Interesting,” Gordy comments. He shifts his attention back to you, drawing the lines of your face with his curious eyes. “Didn’t take you for the type, Y/N. Would’ve stuck around if I’d thought you could handle this life.”

His words dig into you, and you find yourself clenching your teeth.

“You told me you worked in banking.”

“Oh, I do.” He runs his fingers down the front of his designer suit, winking. “The mob is quite a lucrative business.” He pauses, and something a little like guilt flashes over his face. “You know my real name, yeah? Gordy, not Aidan. Sorry about that. I hate the lies, but they’re for protection, y’know.”

You feel almost dizzy as you bring your glass of champagne to your lips and throw it back. The bubbles do little to soothe down your discomfort.

“Wow,” you manage. Your eyes shift up to Tom, who’s looking at Gordy with apprehension in his gaze. You understand why: for the past two months, Tom’s been engaged in a brutal turf-war with Gordy’s family over in the South-East. Men have died, shipments stolen. You know one of Tom’s primary motivations for the meeting tonight was to see if he could reach some kind of agreement with them, but the circumstances were tense enough as it was, before this. 

“Isn’t this fun,” Gordy comments. He’s eyeing up Tom now, a cocky smirk hanging from his plush lower lips. “Well, Thomas, it’d seem you and I have a lot more in common than we’d thought, eh? Maybe we’ll be able to come to an agreement.” 

Your stomach turns, and you feel Tom tighten his grip on your arm. He clears his throat, and when he speaks, his tone is so severe that it knocks the air from your lungs.

“Don’t talk about Y/N like that,” he warns darkly. “We will not be making any deals tonight, Gordy.”

You raise your eyebrows, trying to meet his eyes but finding that Tom ignores your attempts and instead keeps staring straight ahead at your ex-boyfriend, a determined frown hanging from his thin lips.

“Why’s that, Thomas?” He quips.

“I don’t like your attitude, I don’t like your policies, and I don’t like the way you’re looking at my girlfriend.” 

Gordy arches an eyebrow. His hand slips down slowly to rest on his hip, but not before his suit jacket has ridden up just enough to expose the sleek outline of his gun, hanging low in the holster on his belt.

“Is this how it’s going to be, Tom?” He asks, shifting his eyes back to you. “Eh? I bed your bird and suddenly business is off the table?”

You can feel the mood sour, and as much as you’d like to reach out and give Gordy a piece of your mind, you are painfully aware of the circumstances: you are standing in the lion’s den. Despite the meeting of Tom’s creation, you know that there’s no chance in hell that Gordy has walked into the evening alone. To initiate any sort of heated discussion whilst surrounded by London’s most notorious gangsters would be a disastrous move.

“Tom,” you murmur, recognising all too well the signs of anger that curl out across Tom’s face: his clenched jaw, the deep frown marks on his forehead, the tight line of his lips. “Let’s go.”

For a moment you think he’s going to follow you. Tom lets you shrug off his arm and take his hand, and his posture loosens as if he’s about to turn and walk across the room with you. But then, of course, Gordy just has to get in the last word.

“Oh, well, if you’re going, you won’t mind giving me a goodbye kiss, eh, Y/N?” He peers at you with mischievous eyes, his voice lilting lightly. “Just like old times?”

Tom’s moving before you can even attempt to stop him, and you hear a loud crack as his fist sweeps up and collides with Gordy’s nose. The man doubles over, groaning profusely, and your eyes widen as you take in the stream of blood that immediately begins to pour from his face.

“Tom!” You exclaim, your eyes wide and your hands shaking. Your boyfriend grabs at your fingers, squeezing your digits in his.

“He’s not allowed to disrespect you like that,” he mutters darkly. 

“I don’t need you to defend me, I can do it myself,” you hiss back. Your heart pounds in your chest, but you feel the hot lump of anger melt away as Tom looks at you through those brown, golden eyes, his mouth positioned into a guilty smile. 

Two men emerge from the crowd and flank Gordy’s side. You feel a deep swell of fear pool in the pit of your stomach, and instinctively your fingers move down towards your bag for the switch-blade you’d buried alongside your lipstick. But you find your actions stilling as Gordy clears his throat, rights himself and holds up a bloody hand.

“It’s fine,” Gordy tells his guards. He tilts his head in your direction. “I deserved it. No disrespect to the lady.” His beady green eyes move to Tom. “We can finish this discussion some other time, Thomas. Good evening to you both.” 

Before waiting to see if Gordy turns around and walks away, you tighten your grip on Tom’s hand and lead him out of the large conference room. It’s completely silent, and the groups of people seem to part like the sea as you escort your boyfriend from the scene, his lips brushing over the back of his bruised hand as he winces. You don’t say anything, not until you’re safely stowed away in the backseat of a large car, the doors locked, windows tinted, and driver separated by partition.

“Love, look, I’m sorry, but I-”

You cut Tom off by climbing from your seat and meeting his mouth with a deep, needy kiss. Your boyfriend releases a noise of surprise, and his hands shift up to grab at your waist as he pulls you onto his lap eagerly, pressing back against your lips with fervour. It’s messy, and you enjoy running your hands through strands of his unruly hair as he keeps you close, his fingers grasping at every area of your front and sides, mapping you out.

“What did I do to deserve that?” Tom murmurs, his curious eyes meeting yours. “Thought I was in trouble.” His hands cup your cheeks, and you give him a coy smile.

“You shouldn’t have punched him,” you tell him, biting your lip as his thumb brushes over the soft skin of your face. “I’m glad that you did, though. He was a dick.” 

Tom hums. “And also the enemy, love.”

Your eyebrows knit together, and you sit back on Tom’s wide thighs as you sigh. “I can’t believe he runs one of the other mobs,” you mutter. “I can’t believe I’ve dated two mobsters, and I didn’t even know.”

Tom’s smile doesn’t quite stretch to his eyes, but he still manages a short chuckle. “I hate the thought of you being with him,” he admits. His eyes stir with something darker, and his fingers dig into your waist. “I hate the thought of you being with anyone other than me.”

You bite your lower lip as you twirl the short strands at the nape of his neck around your fingers. “It was a long time ago,” you tell him. “Our relationship wasn’t anything of consequence.”

Your boyfriend chuckles, but he’s still got that hungry glint in his eyes. You feel a shiver roll down your spine as his gaze sweeps across your face, his hands shifting up to rest on the curves of your breasts. Your dress is thin, and the neckline meant you had to go without a bra. A soft gasp falls past your lips as Tom’s thumbs brush over the lines of your nipples, which prick in response to his touch.

“Is our relationship of consequence?” Tom asks, his voice dancing. He’s staring at your chest now, his smirk widening as you instinctively push further into his hands, enjoying the feeling of his large, warm palms groping at your breasts.

“Of course.” You swallow and bring your fingers away from his neck. With careful movements, you reach up and pull the straps of your dress from your shoulders, meeting Tom’s gaze as you roll down the front of the garment, exposing your bare chest to him. “I love you.”

Tom seeks out your neck with his lips, and you release a small gasp as he sucks firmly on the base of your throat, his fingers moving over your bare chest. You can feel his mouth pulling the blood to the surface of your skin, but the pain makes you cry out in pleasure as your fingers wrap around his suit jacket and fist at the expensive material hugging his back. He takes his time as he works his way up your neck, sucking and biting, and then soothing the throbbing marks with gentle laps of his tongue and soft, open-mouthed kisses. By the time he reaches your ear, you’re squirming in his lap.

“You are mine.”

His tongue teases the lobe of your ear as his hands move all across your bare back, caressing your skin gently with his palms. The cold metal of his silver rings bites to touch, but you shiver in enjoyment.

“Yours,” you agree. Tom shifts from your neck to look at you straight on, his eyes full of dark, heady lust.

“Mine,” he repeats. His mouth is on yours, and you let him prise apart your lips with his tongue. His hands fist at your hair and he pulls you closer roughly, and your teeth collide as he kisses you sloppily, groaning into your mouth. It’s messy - with noses bashing and his digits tugging at your strands and your lips moving everywhere, slick with spit - but you feel him gather you up in his arms as he holds you. He owns you.

You make-out until the car arrives home, at which point your lips are tender and puffy and your entire body throbs with persistent arousal. Tom’s eager with his affection, but you can feel the underlying pulse of fear coasting through his veins; you want so desperately to placate it: to let him know that he has nothing to worry about - that you are his now, and probably always will be. Tom’s not alone in his discomfort - you, too, feel jilted and unbalanced after running into a ghost from your past. You need Tom desperately, in more ways that one. You need him to look after you - to hold you, be firm with you, and show you your place within your relationship. You need him to be your dom, and you crave the release of submitting to him entirely - with your mind, body and heart.  

“You can do anything you want to me tonight,” you tell him. You’re standing at the foot of the bed, Tom sitting up against the headboard. His suit jacket lays off to the side, tie hanging loose around his neck and his top two buttons undone. You’ve made a mess of his hair, but he looks so fucking pretty with his chestnut curls all tousled and his lips bright pink and inflamed. 

“That’s funny,” Tom comments, eyes glinting as he tilts his head to the side, “I thought I could already do that.” 

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you find yourself biting your lower lip as your face fills up with heat.

“Do you want me to take off my dress?” Your fingers toy with the straps, which are all rolled up and uneven thanks to the hastiness in which you’d scrambled from the car.

“No.” Tom sits up, and he pats his thigh invitingly. “Take off your panties and come up here.”

You tease him a little bit, enjoying the way his gaze weighs down your figure. You’re slow to push your dress up to your waist, and you make a show of hooking your index fingers beneath the band to reveal lacy panties. You tug at the material until it falls to pool at your feet, and then you delicately step away from them and approach your boyfriend. You have a sudden thought that it’s as if you are the prey, walking straight into danger, but you welcome it: Tom’s looking at you, his expression hard but excited and his eyes swimming with darkness, and it makes your throat dry up. 

“Such a gorgeous girl, aren’t you?”

The material of Tom’s slacks feels coarse against your centre as you straddle his left thigh. His hands press at your waist, pushing your cunt straight against his leg, and the contact makes you moan softly.

“You look so pretty with your neck all marked up.” Tom presses a light kiss to one of your hickeys, and you gasp as a line of pain ripples out across your skin. “You look like you’re mine.”

“I am.”

“I know.” Tom strokes his hand through your hair, eyes watching you carefully. “I’m just going to remind you.”

“And how exactly do you plan on doing that?” You ask, your voice wavering.

He hums, the noise suspended with confidence. “You’ll see.” His hands dig into your waist a little firmer, and he starts to guide your movements. “Work yourself against my thigh, darling. Make a nice wet spot for me.”

His words make you moan, and you’re quick to comply. You recognise the dark glint in his eyes and the layers to his voice - he’s slipping away into his harder, more dominative side, just as you find yourself eager to oblige him. You grind yourself down over his thigh, and his trousers are rough against your flushed centre. The friction burns beautifully. A few moans slip past your lips, and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press over you, digging into your waist, guiding you. Tom is very much in control, and as the seconds slip past, you give into it.

“Tell me how it feels,” he murmurs, rich voice drifting into your ears. You bite your lip, your hole clenching around nothing as you swivel your hips and feel the pressure to your hot bud.

“Feels really good,” you admit, voice a whimper. “Love it when you let me touch you.” 

Tom takes your chin between two fingers, looking at you with a hard stare. He pulls your face to him, his tongue licking a wide stripe over your lips. As you try to push forward for a kiss, he just moves away, a teasing smirk on his lips. “No,” he says softly, “You’ll take what I give you, and you won’t be greedy about it. I don’t want to have to punish you, babygirl.”

You nod quickly, the movement hurried and messy. It’s getting hard to think of anything other than the fact you’ve made his trousers slick with your arousal. The burn between your legs is gradually swelling to a crescendo.

“Sorry,” you whisper. Your fingers find purchase on his shoulder, and you find your forehead dropping down to rest there too as your breathing hitches.

“Are you close, darling?” He’s very soft and gentle, and it makes you whimper out a small noise of agreement. Tom chuckles, pulling at your hair as he brings your face back up, his hands bearing down on your hips to halt your movements. “Lie down for me, please.”

You scramble from his lap, your centre pulsing as it leaves his thigh. Your eyes catch on the way you’ve left a large, wet mark on his trousers, and you watch with wide eyes as Tom stands from the bed. He walks around to the foot of the mattress, his figure commanding your complete attention. 

“I’ve been thinking about what I’d like to do to you,” he says, speaking quietly. His nimble fingers work down the buttons of his shirt, popping them quickly. Once his shirt is discarded, Tom works on his slacks. As the metallic sounds of his belt clicking fill the air, he smirks at you. “Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes,” you say immediately. You squeal as Tom grabs at your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. He kneels on the floor, hauling you closer until your thighs are over his shoulders and his face is near your heat. Your dress scrunches up at your waist, and you whimper as his hands press your legs apart. “I’ll always be good for you.”

“Is that right?” Tom asks, index finger running lightly over the inside of one of your thighs. He looks up at you, eyes hooded and blown wide with lust.

“Yes.”

“Prove it to me,” he instructs. “If you think you’re about to cum, you need to tell me.” Tom’s gaze darkens. “If you disobey me, you won’t enjoy what happens.” With tender lips, he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, looking at you with a gentle smile. When he speaks again, his voice is lighter, “Is this okay, darling?”

You nod.

“Words.”

As two of Tom’s fingers spread your puffy outer lips, you stammer out a broken, “Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl.”

He dives in quickly, and the press of his warm tongue against your pulsing pussy makes you cry out. You’re already feeling hot and bothered from the time you spent rutting against the coarse material of his trousers, and the pressure soothes you. He’s too far away to touch, so you curl your hands into fists and pull at the silky bed linen, eyelids fluttering shut as his tongue caresses you, over and over.

Tom makes out sloppily with your cunt, two of his slender fingers pulling up to push into your heat. He fills you easily, taking the edge off your desire as his tongue flicks over your clit, unrelenting, hard. He’s eager for it, holding nothing back as he coaxes you quickly towards a high, moaning and grunting into your centre. The vibrations drive you mad, and your mind spins off as he holds you in place.

“S-Shit,” you stammer, back arching. As much as you don’t want to say it, Tom’s already pushing you towards climax. As he curls his slender digits up against you, his tips brush against your g-spot, and it has you seeing stars. “I’m gonna cum, Tom.”

All movements stop. Tom’s mouth pulls back from your cunt, and his fingers still inside you. Your walls clench around him, but he relaxes them, halting all stimulation of your sensitive pussy as you whimper.

“Good,” he coos. Your eyes seek him out, and you moan as you see his chin slick with your juices. “You taste divine, sweetheart.” His free hand strokes over your inner thigh, calming you with gentle circles and caresses. “We’ll do this a few more times, I think. I want you dripping onto the sheets. I want you to forget about everything apart from me, and how desperate you are for me.” His teeth nip at your thigh, and you squirm.

True to his word, Tom works you up, over and over again. Each time he brings you to the edge of a high, he pulls back at the last moment, leaving you teetering on the edge for a painful second before your climax goes ebbing away from your reach. The time it takes to build up to each edge narrows considerably with each completion, and you find yourself growing desperate for more. Your skin is hot and prickles, your forehead breaking into a sweat. The muscles in your legs ache from the exertion of almost spasming into climax, time and time again, and your throat hurts from your eager, desperate moans. He’s a demon, his deep brown eyes watching you closely, sharp ears picking up each noise and sound, and he seems intent on drawing this out for as long as possible.

“I think that’s enough,” Tom finally says. Your sigh of relief is so loud and pronounced that it makes him chuckle. “What, you didn’t like that?” His hand comes down over your inner thigh, slapping softly. As the pain ripples across your skin, you whimper. “Don’t lie to me, angel. I know you love it when I’ve got my head between your legs.” His large hands slip under your thighs, and he pushes you up the bed, slipping up over you. With his body suspended above you and a hand either side of your head, Tom raises his eyebrows. “Open,” he instructs.

What he does next makes your eyes roll back. You open your mouth immediately, and he chuckles darkly. One hand holds your jaw, and you watch as Tom purses his lips, eyes you intently, and then spits directly into your mouth. The taste of your cunt spreads out across your tongue, and your hole clenches around nothing as you moan loudly.

“Swallow,” he says. You close your mouth and do just that, and then you stick out your tongue for him to see. “Good,” he coos. Tom kisses you suddenly, the action hard as he sucks on your tongue. When he pulls back, he kisses your nose. “Pretty girl, aren’t you? My pretty girl.”

His lips skate all across your face, dusting you in warm kisses of reward. 

“I love you,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The gratitude you feel towards him for knowing exactly what you need is boundless, consuming. 

“And I love you.” You share a tender moment of understanding as Tom brushes his hand over your face, and in the look you exchange, you know that he feels as you do: appreciation towards your partner, for reading you and obliging you. He hums softly, slipping away from you after a final kiss to pull off his boxers. “Take off your dress for me, love. Give me a show.”

You’re shaky on your feet, but you manage to stand in front of the bed. Tom sits up against the headboard, working his hand over his erect length as he watches you. You tease him, just like you know he enjoys, taking your time as you roll the sleeves down and unzip the back. The material goes tumbling to the floor, pooling at your feet, and then you’re entirely naked - wearing only his hickeys, and his spit between your legs. 

“Beautiful,” he says, eyes glinting. “You’re an angel, aren’t you?” When you shrug bashfully, he nods. “My angel. C’mere.” You move to him, but he stops you before you can reach for his cock. “I want you to lie down here and show me how you get off.”

“But I want--” 

He shuts you up with a hard stare. “Do you really want to finish that sentence?” When you’re quiet, he hums. You can’t stop staring at the way his hands slide over his length. Your mouth waters at the thought of letting your tongue wander over his leaking tip, collecting the beads of salty precum. “Do this for me, and then I’ll let you have what you want.”

You part your legs, your thighs aching. As you dip your hand between your legs, you whimper to feel your slick mixed with Tom’s spit. Your skin is soaked, and as you nimbly press two fingers into your hole, you find it looser, already stretched from Tom’s exploration earlier. You can feel his eyes on you, watching your hand move as you slowly fuck yourself with your fingers, getting pleasure from the knuckle of your thumb as it brushes up against your clit.

As you begin to whimper, Tom swoops in with his final lesson of the evening. He reaches down, wrapping his hand around yours, guiding your movements. He sets the pace and the angle, speeding up your thrusts. The sound of your wetness sloshing around makes you cry out loudly as he edges you perfectly, like he knows your body better than you. 

“You see this,” he mutters, voice husky. “I give you pleasure. It doesn’t matter if it’s my tongue in your cunt, or my fingers, or my cock. This cunt?” He curls your fingers, and they brush up against your g-spot, making you cry out. “This cunt is mine. You are mine.”

You almost lose it right there, the deep husky tones of his dominant voice sending you spinning, but then Tom pulls away. As your walls flutter weakly around nothing, he pats at your hip.

“Hands and knees, darling.”

Your arms shake as you roll over, adopting the position. Again, Tom stands at the foot of the bed, pulling you back until you’re spread open for him. You feel his cock, dragging through your slick folds, teasing your tender clit until your hips jerk forwards. Your bud aches almost painfully, your body pulled tight with an overwhelming need to climax.

“Please,” you beg desperately, dropping your head between your arms. “Please, please.”

Tom’s hand smooths over the curve of your ass, silver ring biting coolly against you, “Does my darling want to feel my cock?” 

“Yes, please.”

“Hmm.” Easily, he slips the tip of his cock past your entrance. “I suppose you deserve it,” he teases. “Been such a good little slut for me, haven’t you?”

When Tom finally fucks into you, the moan you release is almost pornographic. He’s been teasing you, over and over, drawing you close to orgasm only to jerk it away from you each time, but now that he’s got his length buried up to the hilt inside you, you know it’s been worth it. Nothing compares to the relief you feel as you realise you’ll be allowed to finish soon, your walls squeezing his cock. 

The pace is punishing, and everything blurs together. His hands on your hips, holding you in place, pulling you back rhythmically to meet with his thrusts. As his slick cock pounds into you over and over, his flushed tip nudges against your g-spot. The stimulation makes your eyes tear up, and a few hot tears skate across your cheeks as you whimper and cling to the sheets.

“Fuck, princess, you’re fucking perfect for me, aren’t you?” A hand falls over your bum, and you moan. “So tight and warm. Feels so snug around me, lovie. So perfect.” Tom’s voice comes out firm, but it wavers, and you can imagine the grimace of pleasure on his face. “Always take me so well.” His hand moves to the top of your back, and he pushes you into the bed. Your face buries into the sheets as the angle adjusts, and you gasp loudly as the adjustment means he can rail you harder. 

“S-Shit,” you moan. “Love your cock, Tommy. Pl-Please.”

“What do you need?”

You whimper, the power of his thrusts fucking you further into the mattress. “W’nna cum.”

“You can play with your clit then.”

Tears fly down your cheeks, and it feels overwhelming as you nudge a hand between your legs to fondle your bud. Tom’s hands hold your hips, keeping you nice and open for him, and you’re glad for the heavy pressure on your skin. It keeps you anchored down.

“Are you close?” He asks, grunting heavily as he feels your walls squeeze him.

“Yes.”

“I think you deserve to cum, don’t you?” He pauses briefly, cursing lowly, pace faltering. “Let go, darling. Let me feel you squeezing me. I want to feel what I do to you.”

The action of his deep, fast thrusts mixes with your fingers on your clit, and you cum with a  loud, quivering scream. Tom holds you down, fucking into you as you spasm and writhe in the sheets, and after a few, mind-numbing moments of pleasure, you feel him follow you with a grunt. His hot speed paints your walls, his noises of heady enjoyment mixing with yours, and it just prolongs your climax.

When you calm down, Tom carefully pulls out from you. You whimper at the loss, feeling a little out of it as he turns you over, pushes you up into the centre of the bed and pulls you on top of him. Your head settles in the crook of his neck, his hands palming over your back as he kisses the top of your head, over and over again.

“So good for me,” he mumbles. Your legs tangle together. You can feel his cum spilling from your hole, dripping down onto him, but he doesn’t seem to care. “My best girl. I love you so much.” 

You hum quietly, rubbing your hand over the top of his arm as you whimper. “Love you too,” you manage, voice hoarse. 

Tom’s hands cup your face, and he gently coaxes you up until he can meet with your eyes. His fingers brush away the teary residue from your cheeks, and he kisses you softly.

“Mine,” he mumbles against you, smiling into your lips as you hum in agreement. One of your hands folds into his curls, and you feel your heart stirring contentedly in your chest.

“Yours.”

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[piofiore no banshou] vol. 2: gilbert - track one

1; i’ll do anything for you

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Right.

Signorina.

It’s time to wake up.

You do look adorable when you’re asleep but I want to see that sparkle in your eyes now.

I’m shocked.

I always knew your eyes were beautiful.

But they’re shining even more than usual today.

You still look tired.

Do you want to stay in bed for a bit longer?

It’s just gone 11.

You usually wake up so early.

I thought it would be good if you had a day off for once.

So I didn’t wake you up.

And I kept you up quite late last night.

Maybe it was more than quite.

But, erm…

I’m not taking the offensive or anything, but…

I couldn’t help myself.

You’re so cute, I got carried away.

No, making excuses like that isn’t manly at all.

I’m sorry.

It’s more like brunch than breakfast but we should eat.

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Here, Signorina.

Please sit.

No, it’s not your fault.

All this took longer than I planned.

Well, yes.

I made breakfast this morning.

I made pancakes and whisked the cream.

It’s much harder than it looks, isn’t it?

I told you I wanted to make this weekend special.

I want you to have the best day off ever.

I’ve… actually been practising for a while now.

They aren’t as fluffy as the ones our chef makes.

But they shouldn’t taste too bad.

Will you try it for me?

Really?

Oh, good!

I could have spent loads of money and done something flashy.

But I thought as hard as I could about what you might like.

I wanted to do something for you with my own hands.

Try the juice too.

Today’s oranges were perfect.

They weren’t too sour. I’d say they’re actually very sweet.

Pancakes with just syrup and cream are good too.

But I thought it’d be nicer if I cut loads of fruit to go on top of them.

I don’t like sweet food that much, but…

It always feels special, somehow.

When I was younger, I used to dream about eating food like this.

Not bad, I guess.

I wanted to surprise you with something more complicated, actually…

I didn’t realise how hard it was until I tried it myself.

You always make baking sweets look so easy.

But now I know it takes a lot of skill and involves a very thorough process.

There isn’t much I’m not good at.

I can usually do anything if I put my mind to it.

I was convinced I just needed to practice cooking and baking more and then I’d be great at it.

But I underestimated how hard it was.

Trying it out taught me that.

It really isn’t easy at all.

It would never turn out the right shade of brown.

And it would never be as thick as I wanted.

This is the best I can do right now.

I was desperate to make it taste alright, even if it looked awful.

It wouldn’t matter if I was eating alone.

But it was for you.

I couldn’t make you eat something terrible.

I was unusually nervous.

Hearing you say it tasted good was a massive weight off my shoulders.

These are the best ones I’ve made so far.

I chose the sweetest fruits too.

Eat as much as you want.

Grazie, signorina.

I did this to make you happy but if you keep smiling at me like that, I’ll be the happiest person here.

Today’s already a great day and it’s still morning.

I want to do more for you.

That’s right! 

We should have a barbeque.

I’m sure I can handle that.

Barbeque restaurants are all the rage recently.

I heard it’s easy to control the fire if you use a new grill and charcoal briquettes.

I guess it’s not something people do as a pair, though.

Stuff like that is more fun as a group.

I guess I have no choice but to invite Oliver and the others.

Signorina.

Here.

You’ve got cream on your face.

No, not that side.

Got it.

Maybe I made it a bit too sweet.

It’s fine if you eat it with the pancake and fruit, I guess.

What?

Are you embarrassed?

You really are cute.

You’re usually so well put together and level headed.

But sometimes you’re a little childish.

It’s like you’re allowing yourself to be vulnerable around me.

It makes me happy.

I have a question for my lovely girlfriend.

Is there anything you want to do this afternoon?

The weather’s unusually good today.

It’s the perfect day for a walk.

We could even walk by the lake.

Or we could spend the whole day here, if you want.

We could read or talk over coffee.

Doesn’t that sound like the perfect day off?

I said I wanted to make this weekend special but that doesn’t mean we need to do anything we don’t usually do.

I just want to make you happy.

Yes, anything you want.

I’d take you to the ends of the earth if you asked me too.