#and buy him all the lollipops in the world

[callmesel]

Kid Percy design :p

As you can see, I got lazy

That blob on the middle is Percy’s teddy bear. He’s a bit wonky but that’s because of all the amazing adventures they had.

I can’t draw bears

[hoshigray]

hello, lovely! is it okay to request a short fic wherein gojo’s pregnant wife (y/n) stole his kikufuku? thank u! (missing soft gojo hours 😭)

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg stoooop this is so cute and sweet, what!?

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x pregnant afab/fem! reader - tooth-rotting fluff - pet names (angel, baby, stars and moon, sweetheart) - Gojo being a big crybaby over sweets - so soft, i was smiling while writing, hehe~.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

THUD!

“…!” You jolt, immediately looking to the entrance of the living room to see your husband. “Gojo! You okay?”

The white-haired man stands still with a gawked expression, eyes covered by his black blindfold with his usual Jujutsu Tech attire, and you can assume the noise came from the souvenir bags he dropped to the floor.

“…Y/n, my angelic stars and moon,” he finally speaks after a few seconds of silence, and you can see his lips quiver with trembling hands. “Is…Is that my last kikufuku?” 

If there is one thing Gojo loved more than anything other than you, it would be his undying love for sweets! You could never find him without any at his disposal; he’d have a bunch of lollipops in his pockets, be licking popsicles or soft serves while monitoring his first years during their missions, or typically stop by a café and grab some crepes for dessert to take home and share with you. He’s known to have a childish heart, and sweets are his weakness!

His all-time favorite would be the mochi delicacy he often gets during his mission trips to Sendai, and he’s always sure to buy a whole box worth to make the long trip up North worth it. Kikufuku, the crushed edamame and cream-filled mochi, is Gojo’s favorite sweet to eat — you’re a witness to him happily stuffing his face with them lying on the couch after a hard day’s work. He’s the type to eat one every week until he can return to Sendai and get more. 

This week was the very last one he had saved, secured in the cold fridge for him to eat once he got home. And he wasn’t going to Sendai anytime soon, so he planned on treasuring and savoring it the moment he stepped inside and lay beside his pregnant partner to chill on this blissful spring evening.

He could never get over the sight of you whenever he came home. Gojo loved his partner so much that he swears he would burn the world if you commanded him to, which you knew is an exaggeration, but his love is true. The day he got on one knee and heard you say yes to his proposal was the happiest he’d ever been, sweeping you off your feet, putting you in your dream puffy white dress, and officially becoming the spouse of the strongest sorcerer in the jujutsu world! And now you were swole with his child!? Not even God could strike this man to calm him down of his glee.

You were sitting on the living room couch like you always did, waiting for your husband to return, wearing a black maternity one-piece that comfortably molded around your figure and a blue flannel shirt – his flannel – to keep you warm. Gojo came home with souvenirs to share and impress, a huge smile just from thinking about your reactions. 

However, the sight has him gasp dramatically loud and drop everything to the wooden floor, because he saw something in your hand, something that broke his heart noticing the green and white filling apparent from a bite on an undeniable white rice cake. 

You were eating the very last of his kikufuku…How could you!?

You blinked at him, then turned to the sweet in your hand, and the realization of what you were doing finally hit you. “Oh! I’m sorry, Satoru! I was feeling snacky.”

The tall man teeters to where you’re sitting, whining with every step. “So why didn’t you eat your snacks, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know?” You shrugged, licking bits of the edamame cream off your middle finger. “They didn’t seem like what I was craving for. I wanted something sweet, ya know? And I finished my ice cream two nights ago, so this was all I could find.”

“Yeah, but like,” you can tell his eyebrows were scrunched together even if the black material concealed his upper face. “That was my last one, baby! Plus, you could’ve texted me you’d eat it, or I could’ve stopped somewhere to grab you something sweet!”

“I know! But, you were very busy today; a big mission up in Kyoto and a meeting with Principal Yaga, sooo…” you squished the mochi gently, licking more of the filling coming out. “I didn’t wanna interrupt or bother you…”

“But stilllll~!”God, you were so cute when you cared for him, you almost made him forget the whole thing then and there. But you can’t hate the man for being a little upset, right? Gojo sighs and places his cheek on your belly. “Little booger, you hear what your momma is doing to me? So cruel~.”

You gasped. “Hey! Don’t say that to them!” Your free hand tries to yank him off your tummy by the hair, yet he doesn’t budge as he exclaims painfully. “What, are you saying the pregnant love of your life is some villain because they ate one of your sweets? As if I never caught you taking scoops of my favorite ice cream!? Have you no shame, Gojo Satoru!”

He swats your hand off his snowy hair, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Between you and Principal Yaga, there is a scarce few Gojo would allow to beat him up for his foolishness. He turns his head – still above the baby – to face you and releases a sigh. “I’m sorry, I was just really stoked I’d get to have that kikufuku; it’ll be a long while before I go get more…Ughhh.” Another sigh is exerted, and you can only shake your head with rolled eyes. He’s such a baby.

You bring his blindfold down to his chin to free the azure eyes he’s been hiding since this morning, and his hair falls from its spiky appearance. Then, you separate the mochi into two and push one to his lips, “You happy now?” You say with a grin. “I’m sorry, but I wanted to give these a try. Besides, we’ll have a little one to look after soon; wouldn’t it be nice for them to know what their father likes to snack on from time to time?”

Now, how in the world could Gojo still be upset with that logic? Being a father is a foreign concept he’s accepting with open arms, sharing the experience with the person he values and cherishes the most. To have a child with you is the highest honor of all for him. And imagining his small family happy and eating sweets together under his care makes his cheeks show a subtle shade of pink.

He smiles as he accepts the piece of the rice cake, chuckling when you flick his nose playfully. “You’re so sweet, angel.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/benkeibear.

[vhisoarlls]

THE MOMENT YOU SMILE ; KAJI REN

Pairing: Kaji Ren x GN!Reader

Summary: In which you try to make your beloved boyfriend smile. Whilst it’s quite a challenge, the end result is always worth it.

Notes: Contains mild cursing, OOC Kaji? Also, Hiragi appearance! English isn’t my first language.

It isn’t often that you’d see Kaji smile.

He always has that constant, stoic frown on his face. Of course, it doesn’t always mean that he’s angry— he’s just.. well, okay. He just isn’t at all expressive, except when he’s pissed off.

You’ve long accepted the strengths and flaws of your boyfriend, but it doesn’t stop you from attempting to make him smile or laugh. Just the simple perk of his lips or the small chuckle that escapes his lips makes the effort so worth it. Seeing your boyfriend so happy simply just.. sparks something in you.

From the day you first met, you’ve always done your best to make him smile, despite the gruff or nonchalant responses from him. You’ve always given him the best of your affection, even if he lacks them (he’s trying his best, he doesn’t know how to respond to your advances). But he never stopped you, just let you do whatever you wanted. Whether because he doesn’t care or amused, you don’t know.

You’ve seen his smile sometimes, albeit so rarely. But every time you see that small smile of his, your small little world always brightens up. His smile would make you smile too, and it would always make you feel warm inside. Something about his happiness gives you comfort. Every bit of his smile makes every challenge worth it, and you’ve always made it your mission to make that strong frown of his lighten up.

Today was no different to that.

You had school, and he had patrols and duties as grade captain in Furin (you both attend different schools). But, the both of you have always made sure to make some time for each other. Like walking home together, or just hanging out somewhere in town.

For today, the both of you were just walking back to your home. It became a daily thing for him to walk you home, since he’s always been quite protective of you. You linked your pinky over his pinky as you walked close to him, his other hand holding your bag.

Sometimes you’d start yapping about whatever happened during the day, or just relish in your comfortable silence. Today, however— you have something up your sleeve.

You remember how he’d mentioned that he ran out of his favorite flavored lollipops, so you decided to take it upon yourself to buy a stock for him. As well as buying a little headphone-shaped keychain along the way, thinking that it reminded you of him.

“Kaji.”

You tugged the sleeve of his school jacket, pausing in your steps as you looked at him. He paused his movements as well, turning towards you as he slowly slid his headphones down to his neck. He rose a brow,

“What’s up?”

“I have something for you.”

You smiled up at him, reaching towards your school blazer’s pockets. You pulled out a bunch of peach-flavored lollipops, and placed it on the palm of his hand you were holding earlier. You almost missed the way his eyes widened.

“I remember you said that you ran out of lollipops this morning, so I decided to buy a bunch for you.”

You said with a smile, looking at his reaction as his face slowly grew red. He froze on his spot, unmoving.

“Oh, and before I forget..” You trailed, your hands reaching over your pocket again before you showed the headphones-shaped keychain.

“This keychain reminded me of you!”

You smiled widely at him as you slowly placed the keychain on his hand, on top of the pile of lollipops. He stood there, frozen, mouth slightly ajar as his face grew completely red.

“I— What.”

He said abruptly, which made you stiff. What did he mean by that? Did he not like it? Should you have asked him to come with you? Did he—

“You— You didn’t have to do this.” Kaji grumbled, turning his head slightly to the side to hide his blushing face. His palm that held all your gifts tightened, before he stuffed them all in his pockets.

“And— you remembered.” He turned his eyes slightly towards you.

“Of course I did.” You chuckled. It’s for you after all, you think but don’t say.

You both stood in silence for a hot minute, taking in the silence of the moment as the sun slowly sets in the background— the common white noise around you just simply being the soft rustles of the wind that passes by.

You can’t really see Kaji that well— since he was standing next to the road, and it was getting dark. He was standing by a shadow of a lamp, but you noticed the way his ears were red. You almost missed it.

“Kaji.. are you blushing?”

“Am not!”

“You absolutely are!”

He cursed silently under his breath, grumbling whilst he placed on his headphones after that, blasting the music in full volume as he walked a little faster than before, almost ahead of you. You were laughing and teasing him whilst you both walked home, but he simply gave you the side eye while the remnants of his red blush stayed, his lips not lifting up still.

The next day, you see the headphones keychain dangling over his phone as he used it.

———

The next time you attempted to make Kaji smile, was when you made a mixtape for him.

You remembered the time where you asked him about his favorite music artists, and it led to a wonderful and thrilling conversation about music. You remembered the blasting music on his headphones whenever he was feeling down, and you remembered the ones that you’d hear on repeat, and so on.

Of course, you don’t remember all of them, but you took the more notable ones— the ones you hear on his headphones almost all the time. You also recorded the ones that are your favorites from his and yours’ playlist. After you (carefully) chose the music, you compiled them in a mixtape.

You’ve noticed that Kaji’s been feeling down these past few weeks, and knowing him, he probably doesn’t really want to talk to anyone. You’ve sent him messages from time to time to check on him, but not that much to respect his space.

You didn’t really know how to approach him right now, but you do know that his vice captains and friend, Hiragi, is there with him at Furin. You have chatted and met with them before, so maybe approaching them would be easier?

You walked around the town, the mixtape in hand. Maybe you could also buy him something? But you didn’t really have money with you right now. Maybe you should make a post-it note along with it? But you don’t really want to make it over the top—

“Oh?”

You paused on your tracks for a moment the moment you heard your name be called from the side. You tilted your head towards the guy who called you— it was Hiragi.

“Ah, Hiragi!” You exclaimed your surprise, before greeting him with a small smile.

“Hey.” He nods, “Looking for Kaji?” He inquired.

“Kind of?” You respond, your answer coming off as more of a question.

“I was hoping to give him something, since I know that he’s not really in a good mood. But I don’t really know how to approach him right now.” You chuckled lightly, showing him the mixtape.

“How thoughtful of ya.” Hiragi smiled to himself, “I haven’t seen him around right now. Probably cooling off somewhere.” He shrugs before suggesting,

“I can give this to him when I see him, yeah?”

“Really? Thank you so much!” You smiled, bowing as a thanks before handing him the mixtape.

“No problem.” Hiragi grinned, taking the mixtape carefully and examining it. It seemed to be designed to Kaji’s favorite colors, with a tape on the top with your handwriting, titled: ‘For whenever you’re down!’

“Kaji’s such a lucky guy to get a partner like you.” Hiragi chuckles to himself, stuffing it on his pocket.

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate this. You always bring a much.. softer side to him, after all.” Hiragi comments, bringing his hand to pat you in the back.

“Really?”

“Yeah. He thinks about ya all the time. He thinks we don’t know, but we know.” He chuckled before letting go.

The thought of it makes your heart melt and slowly beat faster, you feel like your whole body suddenly went warm. It makes your lips lift up, even the slightest bit, it made you smile. It’s nice to know that even he thinks about you all the time, the same way you think of him whenever you’re away from him.

“Well, I gotta head out now. Better give out your gift before I miss it.” Hiragi gave you a reassuring smile and thumbs up. You smiled once more, touched about his reliability. He’s like a big brother to everyone here.

“Of course, thank you so much again.” You hummed.

“Any time.”

———

Kaji was walking out of the park that he was confiding in, the stress of the past week’s earlier events was seriously ticking him off. He didn’t really want to lash out on anyone, especially not you. He felt bad about not spending time with you a lot, but he really didn’t want to accidentally castigate you.

Right now, he was much more calmer now. The music blasting on his ears were helping quite a bit when it comes to ringing out the compiling thoughts on his head, and his lollipop was a big help on shutting him up. It took everything in him to not scream into the wind, really.

He fiddled with the keychain that you gifted him a few weeks ago, watching it dangle on his phone. It brings a sense of calm in him, seeing something that reminded him of you. He sighs, lowering the volume of the loud music a little.

“Kaji!”

A familiar voice cuts him out of his spiraling mind, making him stop from walking further, and immediately turn around.

“Yo, Hiragi.” He replied, shuffling his feet.

“You doin better?” Hiragi raised an eyebrow.

“Better than last time, at least.” Kaji replied a little bitterly, remembering the time where he lashed out on the guy.

“I see.” Hiragi hummed before turning to look at his pockets. He reached for the mixtape you gave him, and showed it to Kaji— who was surprised to see it. Before he could even ask what it was, Hiragi cut him off.

“Your partner got it for ya.” Hiragi grinned, placing the mixtape on his palm. “Said that they hoped that it would make you feel better. They didn’t know how to approach ya.” He hummed.

Kaji was frozen in place, his grey eyes drifting towards the small mixtape that rested on his palm. His eyes briefly softened, his thumb gently brushing over the surface of it. He almost forgot that Hiragi was there just by looking at it.

It made Kaji chuckle. You always knew how to make him feel better.

“Yer smiling.” Hiragi pointed out.

“What?” Kaji replied almost immediately; hiding his smile and turning his lips downwards as to downplay his growing smile.

“Don’t even try to hide it.” Hiragi laughed at him, patting his back.

“The hell you mean? I’m not!”

“Just admit that it makes you smile.”

Kaji scoffed, staying silent as he shoved the mixtape on his jacket pocket, his one hand holding it tightly.

“.. It doesn’t— fuck..” Kaji sighed, his blush slowly growing as he brushes his hand over his hair. As much as he hated to admit it, he can’t deny his growing fondness for you— especially to Hiragi. Kaji’s face slowly turned red, just simply at the thought of you.

Hiragi simply sighed with a smile, patting Kaji’s back.

———

You were listening to music in your room whilst you did your homework, writing in the plain piece of paper in your notebook. You were humming along with the tune of the music, until you heard your phone’s notification ping.

Usually, you’d pay no mind at all. But, when you saw Kaji’s nickname in your phone, you wasted no time to pick it up and reply.

Kaji: Hey, you free?

His text was pretty direct. But nonetheless, it makes you smile.

You: Yeah <3 Why?

Kaji: Come over?

In a blink of an eye, you were wearing your his jacket, a pair of jeans and shoes already tied.

You: I’m on my way!

You left your apartment pretty quickly, your running feet padding against the sidewalk as you sped towards his home.

The next time you see him, it was in the dim lights of his room. The moonlight illuminated the floor and walls beautifully, as he held onto the mixtape that you gave him. The two of you laid on the bed, listening to the music you carefully chose— and you could see the softest smile you’ve seen painted on his face.

[buckybabesonly]

Masterlist

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Bucky Barnes

❤ - Fluff | 🔥 - Smut/PWP | 💔 - Angst | 🖤 - Non-con | 🌟 - Personal favourite

Newest fics will appear at the top of this list

as long as we're together (does it matter where we go)? - You don’t want to be a burden to Bucky, knowing he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. 💔

Can An Old Man Do This? - Watching Twilight with Bucky leads to sex. Sounds about right.🔥

Take Me Back To The Night We Met - He promised you forever and a day. 💔

As If It Was Really That Easy - There's nothing more painful than wondering what your love could have been. 💔

Come Home - Bucky interrupts your date on Valentine’s Day, asking you to take him back. 💔 ❤

Nothing Breaks Like A Heart - You finally confess your feelings to Bucky, hoping he might like you back. He turns you down. 💔 ❤️ 🌟

Protector - When Steve gets injured on the field protecting you, Bucky lashes out at you from fear of seeing you in danger, and jealously of Steve’s arms around you. 💔 ❤ 🌟

Dirty Little Confession - You and Bucky start dating, and during your first time, he tells you exactly how he used to fantasize about you. Part 2 to Dirty Little Secret, can be read as a stand-alone. 🔥 🌟

Mockingbird - Bucky tells you he doesn’t need you, except he can’t live without you. 💔 ❤

I Wanna Be Yours - You are afraid to believe that someone like Bucky might actually love you back. 💔 ❤

Whatever It Takes - The Winter Soldier travels across the multiverse to find you, and wont take ‘no’ for an answer. 🖤

Dirty Little Secret - You believe Bucky doesn’t even remember your name, not knowing he moans it to himself at night. 🔥 🌟

I'll Let You Lick The Lollipop - You're bored, and Bucky won't play with you. 🔥

Heart of Glass - You hate it when Bucky is mad, but it's a thousand times worse when you're the one he's mad at. 💔 ❤ 🌟

P r e t t y B o y - I may seem nice, I may seem soft, but that's all a part of your imagination. Bucky fucks you in a public restroom like the dirty slut you are. 🔥

An Experiment in Jealousy - You decided to try and make Bucky jealous. Now, you would pay the price. 🔥

Disillusioned - Every time I tried to take a step closer, he took a step back. Falling in love with Bucky Barnes was easy, but the distance he kept between us was torture. 💔

[child0feden]

GLITTER AND GORE

øystein “ euronymous ” aarseth x bimbo! reader | bård “ faust ” eithun x bimbo! reader | varg “ count grishnackh ” vikernes x bimbo! reader

♡ general dating headcanons for øystein, bård and varg with a bimbo partner!

୨୧ sorry about this being a little short anon! i couldn’t fully sink into it for some reason :(

♡ requested by anon | view my metal masterlists here and here

reading music recommendations: glamorous by fergie - aura by lady gaga

ØYSTEIN “ EURONYMOUS ” AARSETH

♡ øystein can definitely get a little irritated when you don’t realise someone is flirting with you right in front of him…

୨୧ but he doesn’t get irritated at you! oh no, he gets irritated at the person flirting with you, pulling you into him from behind and telling the person to get lost as your mouth drops open and you look back at him, wondering why he’s suddenly so possessive

♡ when the deathcrush vinyl sleeve colour misprint happened and it came out bright pink instead of red, he gifted it to you because he knew at least you would love it

୨୧ and you did! you thought it was so cute and actually thought he had made it specially for you because he knew how much you like pink! how sweet of him!

♡ as you shower him in kisses, leaving sticky and glittery lipgloss prints all over his face, as a thank you for making such a cute custom vinyl just for you… he goes with it! why wouldn’t he? he’d much rather you think he made a special pink version just for you rather than you knowing it was a simple misprint <3

“ mhmmm, i knew you’d like it baby! made it pink just for you, your favourite colour, hm? ” ( he never thought a misprint could turn out so… good for him )

୨୧ speaking of lipgloss, øystein would love kissing you!

♡ he doesn’t get embarrassed by the leftover glittery residue on his lips at all, he wears it like a mark of pride and simply smirks if someone points it out to him

୨୧ øystein loves when you give him little fashion shows in your apartment, showing off a new outfit or lingerie, but he’s very quick to turn it lewd

♡ he keeps a little jar of lollipops in his back office in helvete! just for you, only your favourite flavours! he’s always handing you one whenever you look kind of bored or irritated, he knows you just like having something in your mouth sometimes hehe <3

BÅRD “ FAUST ” EITHUN

♡ oh god, this man is so head over heels in love with you!

୨୧ bård wants nothing more than to protect you from everything harsh and mean in the world, he knows how sensitive you are to things and does his absolute best to keep you smiling

♡ he’s probably the most likely to always be buying you cute little accessories and gifts!

୨୧ like if you ever mention to him that you saw an outfit you really liked in a store window, he’s asking what store it was and taking you there as soon as he can to buy it for you!

♡ he loves having you sat in his lap whilst working in helvete! he’ll let you braid little sections of his hair whilst reading a magazine or talking to øystein

୨୧ god forbid a customer ever mocks you or looks at you weird for your… different fashion sense, he’s so quick to look at them with a downright murderous look in his eyes and probably won’t serve them! or he will and he’ll overcharge them

♡ would he get you some cute pink mittens to match his black fingerless gloves?

୨୧ absolutely! he loves holding your hand whilst you wear them, thinks they look so cute on you

♡ you’d become pretty close with vegard! you and him bond over both of you painting your nails <3

VARG “ COUNT GRISHNACKH ” VIKERNES

♡ you are so new and unique to varg…

୨୧ don’t get me wrong, he’s been with many wannabe groupies and such before but you…

♡ you’re not like anyone he’s ever been with before, you’re so… happy and smiley, so sensitive and soft!

୨୧ at first he just wanted to fuck you but then after talking to you for more than five minutes, he wanted to be with you, he wanted you to be his and no one else’s!

♡ varg will definitely take advantage of your… lack of knowledge and naivity at times, but never in an insanely malicious way

୨୧ more so just telling you that well, he smells like smoke and gasoline because he was just at a bonfire and he’ll go take a shower right away so you don’t have to smell it on him

♡ however, only he can do this, if he ever hears or sees someone else trying to lead you on and maybe even mock you, he’s coming right over and leading you away from them whilst throwing them a look of pure hatred over his shoulder

୨୧ varg would probably call you “ bunny ” or something!

♡ you just remind him of a cute little bunny, always looking a little ditsy and confused, you’re pure and cute

୨୧ varg would love watching you doll yourself up in the morning!

♡ he doesn’t think you need makeup at all but he just thinks the messy routine you have is cute to watch, how you can’t find something that’s placed right in front of you until he comes up behind you and picks it up

“ this what you’re looking for, bunny? ” ( he says it with a tiny smirk on his face, he loves being helpful to you, loves knowing you need him )

୨୧ if you’re not already a vegan, he’ll probably take advantage of your softness and convert you into one by telling you all the horrible things they do to animals

♡ he won’t ever mention that some of his favourite clothes on you have real animal fur and stuff though… yeah, he’ll let that slide because you look really hot in it <3

[mcntsee]

I will always protect you.

Summary: One promise, and three times Kaz kept it.

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, mentions of alcoholism, mention of alcoholic tendencies, underage drinking. Bruises, blood, stabbing, violence. Usual SOC stuff. And a little bit of ooc kaz.

Notes: Their ages go; first, 4 and 5, then, 13 and 14, after that, 15 and 16, and lastly 18 and 19. With Kaz being the oldest of the two. Also, I don’t know how little kids talk, so I tried to express their age more with actions.

THE PROMISE:

Kaz Brekker, a mischievous five-year-old boy with jet-black hair and sharp blue eyes, found himself running through the bustling streets of Lij. He was on his way to buy candy from his favorite stall when, by chance, he collided with a four-year-old girl. She had bright, curious eyes and a mischievous grin of her own.

"Oof! Sorry," Kaz muttered, rubbing his arm where he bumped into Y/N. The girl giggled and brushed herself off. "It's okay. Are you hurt?"

"Nah, I'm tough," Kaz replied, puffing out his chest. "What's your name?"

"I'm Y/N," she replied with a small curtsy. "What's yours?"

"Kaz," he answered, a sly smile forming on his lips. "You wanna come with me? I'm going to buy some candy." Y/N's eyes widened with excitement. "Yes, please! I love candy!"

Hand in hand, they ventured through the vibrant market, their laughter echoing through the air. They marveled at the colorful stalls, the fragrant spices, and the musicians playing lively tunes.

"Look, Y/N, that stall has lollipops!" Kaz pointed, pulling her toward a display of rainbow-colored sweets.

Y/N's eyes sparkled as she picked a blue lolly. "You think we can eat them all?" To the question, Kaz grinned mischievously. "Duh!"

They spent the day running from one stall to another, devouring candy and experiencing the wonders of Lij. They laughed, spun in circles, and created their own little adventures.

As the sun began to set, Kaz and Y/N found themselves sitting on a park bench, exhausted and with a tummy ache but happy.

"Y/N, I think you're my best friend," Kaz said, leaning against her shoulder. Y/N smiled warmly. "And you mine, Kaz. Forever."

After their delightful day in Lij, Kaz and Y/N couldn't bear the thought of being apart. They made a pact to meet at the same spot where they had bumped into each other every single day. And true to their word, they showed up without fail, ready for more adventures.

Their daily escapades were filled with laughter and endless games. They chased each other through the winding streets, played hide-and-seek among the market stalls, and invented new imaginary worlds where they were heroes saving the day.

Sometimes, Kaz would take Y/N to his family's farm on the outskirts of town. With excitement bubbling inside, Y/N met Kaz's older brother, Jordie, who always had a playful smirk on his face. And there was Kaz's father, a strong and kind man who welcomed Y/N with open arms.

Together, the duo explored the vast fields, chasing butterflies, and picking wildflowers. Kaz and Y/N would compete to see who could climb the tallest tree, giggling with delight at their friendly rivalry. They would visit the animals, feeding the chickens and petting the gentle horses.

As time passed, their bond grew stronger, and their adventures became even more extraordinary. They braved make-believe battles against fearsome dragons, crafted secret hideouts with blankets and pillows, and dreamed of grand expeditions to faraway lands.

One sunny afternoon, as Kaz and Y/N sat on their favorite park bench with nothing better to do, Kaz turned to her with a curious expression. "Y/N, can I come to your house today? I want to see where you live."

Y/N hesitated for a moment before shaking her head gently. "I'm sorry, Kaz. Maybe another time."

Kaz furrowed his brow, not entirely understanding why Y/N didn't want him to visit her home. "Awe, but why not?"

Y/N glanced down, her voice softening. "It's just- my da... he can be a little mean sometimes."

Kaz tilted his head, still not comprehending the depth of the situation. "What do you mean, mean? Like he doesn't let you have candy?"

Y/N's eyes filled with a mix of sadness and fear. "Sort of, yeah- it's hard to explain."

Kaz could sense Y/N's discomfort, and he didn't want to press her further if it made her uneasy. He reached out and squeezed her hand gently. "It's okay, maybe some other day?"

Y/N's expression softened, grateful for Kaz's understanding. She gave him a small smile and leaned against his shoulder. "Maybe."

Kaz smiled back, reassuring her with his presence. He knew that sometimes people had difficulties, and what mattered most was supporting each other through it all, even if Y/N's home remained a mystery to Kaz for the time being.

After a while of some more talking, y/n glanced at her old pocket watch, eye’s widening when she saw the time. “Uh oh. I need to go Kaz.” hurriedly, she stood up from her previous spot, putting her watch back in its place. While she ran as fast as her little legs could, she heard her name being called by Kaz “See you tomorrow?” Without stopping or looking back she yelled “Duh!” and just like that, she was out of Kaz’s sight.

The following day, Kaz waited in their usual meeting spot for hours, but Y/N never showed up. Feeling a mix of disappointment, he eventually headed home to find his older brother Jordie.

“Jordie, something’s wrong,” Kaz exclaimed as he entered the house. “Y/N didn’t come today. I think she doesn’t want to be friends anymore.”

Jordie chuckled softly, trying to ease Kaz’s concerns. “Come on, Kaz. Y/N wouldn’t just ditch you like that. Maybe she had something important to do.”

Kaz sighed, still uncertain. “But she always keeps her promises. I think it’s because I asked to go to her house. Maybe I pushed too much.”

Jordie’s expression shifted, a hint of unease crossing his face. “What did she say, Kaz? Why couldn’t you go to her house?”

Kaz shrugged, oblivious to Jordie’s uneasiness. “Y/N just said her da is not very nice sometimes.” Jordie’s eyes narrowed slightly, concern deepening. “She even mentioned he doesn’t let her have candy! Can you believe that?” Jordie listened attentively to Kaz’s concerns, his worry growing with each word. He understood the weight of Kaz’s words about Y/N’s father but decided not to mention it directly to Kaz, wanting to shield him from unnecessary distress.

“Kaz, I understand that you’re worried,” Jordie said with a reassuring smile. “But trust me, Y/N is still your best friend. Sometimes things come up, and she might have had something important to take care of. Don’t jump to conclusions just yet.”

Kaz nodded, albeit still a bit unconvinced. “I guess you’re right, Jordie. I just miss her, that’s all.” Jordie gave Kaz a kind smile and patted his back lovingly “Also, you’re not supposed to be eating candy either, mister.”

One day turned into three, and although Jordie kept his worries about Y/N’s situation to himself, he couldn’t shake off the unease. He watched Kaz’s hopeful eyes and felt a sense of responsibility to protect his little brother’s innocence.

Days after, as Kaz sat at their usual meeting spot, the weight of worry had settled upon him. But this time, his anticipation shifted into sheer surprise as Y/N appeared, offering an apologetic smile.

Kaz’s eyes widened as he saw Y/N approaching, and he jumped up with excitement. “Y/N! You’re here! I missed you so much! Where have you been?”

Y/N’s smile flickered, and she looked down sheepishly. “Sorry, Kaz. I had important stuff to do. But I’m done now and I brought you a lolly!”

Kaz’s joy quickly turned to concern as he noticed the bruises on Y/N’s face and body. He furrowed his brow and asked, “What happened? You fall down?”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head. “I’m not really allowed to talk about it.”

Kaz’s protective instincts kicked in, and he thought for a moment. “Well, my da is really good at fixing things. Maybe he can help you. Would you like that?” Y/N hesitated but nodded.

Hand in hand, Kaz and Y/N made their way to Kaz’s farm, a sense of determination guiding Kaz’s steps. They arrived at the farm, and Kaz’s father greeted them warmly.

“Da, Y/N has some little cuts and bruises,” Kaz explained, concern evident in his voice. “Can you help?”

Kaz’s father knelt down, examining Y/N’s injuries with a gentle touch. “What happened?” he questioned hoping for an answer, sadly, he got the same response as Kaz. “I’m not allowed to talk about it.”

Once Kaz’s father finished cleaning up Y/N’s wounds, he sat down with a concerned expression on his face. “Honey, I understand that you can’t talk about it, but I want you to know that you’re safe here. No one will find out, and Kaz and I will keep this as our secret. Won’t we, Kaz?” The boy eagerly nodded.

Y/N hesitated, looking at Kaz’s dad with a mix of uncertainty and vulnerability. Slowly, she mustered the courage to speak. “My ma and da are both sick.”

Kaz’s dad nodded, encouraging her to continue. “Can you tell me more about it, Y/N?”

Y/N took a deep breath, her voice trembling. “Sometimes… sometimes they talk really weird, and they walk funny.” She paused for a second to look at Kaz’s confused face. “They sleep a lot too.”

Kaz’s dad’s face softened with understanding. “They’re alcoholics?”

Y/N looked puzzled, not fully comprehending the question being made. Kaz’s dad continued, trying his best to explain in a way that a young child could understand. “Sometimes, some people enjoy something that’s not good for them, like drinking too much alcohol. It can make them act differently and cause them to hurt themselves and others.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, realizing that Kaz’s dad understood the situation better than she expected. Encouraged by his empathy, she opened up a little more. “My da is really mean to me sometimes.”

Kaz’s dad’s expression turned solemn, and he pulled Y/N into a comforting hug. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Y/N. No one should ever be mean to you. You’re a kind and wonderful girl.”

Y/N fought back tears, feeling the warmth of Kaz’s dad’s embrace and the reassurance in his words. As he wiped away her tears, he gently asked, “Would you like to have a sleepover here tonight?”

At first, Y/N hesitated, worried about the potential consequences. “I should be on my way home before my dad gets angry at me.” she whispered.

Kaz’s dad gently took her hand and looked into her eyes with kindness. “You don’t have to worry about that here. I’ll talk to him, how’s that sound?”

Slowly, she nodded, finally letting herself accept the care and compassion offered to her. “Okay, I’ll stay.”

Kaz was thrilled to have Y/N stay for a sleepover, knowing they would get to spend more time together than ever before. He took her hand and led her up to his room, eager to show her all his new toys.

Hours passed as they laughed, played, and let their imaginations run wild. Kaz's room became a world of adventure, filled with shared stories and cherished moments.

But as the evening grew late, Kaz remembered he needed to say goodnight to his dad and Jordie. He quietly made his way downstairs, hoping to bid them farewell before returning to his room with Y/N. Just as he was about to reach the main living area, he overheard his father and Jordie having a conversation in hushed tones.

Curiosity got the better of him, and Kaz leaned closer, eavesdropping on their words. His heart sinking as he heard his da say, "Her father hits her."

Shock and anger coursed through Kaz's young veins. He couldn't fathom why someone would hurt Y/N, his dear friend. Without hesitation, he quickly said goodnight to his father and Jordie, a mix of determination and concern etched on his face.

Hurrying back to his room, he found Y/N, already lying down in her makeshift bed, waiting for him. He approached her gently, placing a tender kiss on her forehead. “I will always protect you, Y/n.”

FIRST TIME:

Recently, Kaz had suffered a broken leg, rendering him immobile and dependent on Y/N’s support. Determined to alleviate their hunger, Y/N made a solemn promise. “Don’t worry, Kaz. I’ll find us food. Your job is to rest and heal.”

With a sense of purpose, Y/N embarked on a risky endeavor to steal from those they deemed as “rich assholes.” It was a desperate act born out of necessity, driven by the dire circumstances they found themselves in. Little did Y/N know that Kaz, the restless boy he always was, had decided to secretly follow her.

Kaz hobbled along with a mixture of determination and worry. He understood the risks involved, but his loyalty and protective nature urged him to be by Y/N’s side. He remained hidden, his eyes fixed on his friend’s movements, marveling at her agility and resourcefulness.

Y/N, driven by desperation, resorted to pickpocketing in an attempt to secure food for both her and Kaz. If she was lucky, she could get more money than she would by working for the dregs for a week. She managed to successfully lift money from three unsuspecting individuals, but on her fourth attempt, her lack of experience betrayed her. The merchant she targeted noticed her actions and seized her wrist forcefully, yanking her forward while unleashing a torrent of anger.

“You little thief! Trying to steal from me, huh?” Y/N struggled to break free, her heart pounding in her chest. However, the merchant’s grip only tightened, preventing her escape. “I won’t let you get away with it!” Fear gripped her, and tears welled up in her eyes as she braced herself for the consequences of her actions.

Just as the merchant leaned in, ready to strike, Kaz, fueled by a surge of protective instinct, launched himself at the man, tackling him to the ground even though the pain in his leg was killing him.

“Leave her alone! Don’t you dare touch her!” The sudden attack caught the merchant off guard, giving Y/N a precious moment to pull away from his grasp. She stumbled backward, tears streaming down her face, but relief washed over her as Kaz shielded her from harm.

Kaz stood defiantly, his eyes blazing with determination. He wouldn’t allow anyone to harm Y/N, not while he was there to protect her. “You better stay away from us, or else you’ll regret it!” With that warning, Kaz extended a hand to Y/N, offering her support. She grasped his hand, her fingers trembling, and together they quickly retreated from the scene, their hearts pounding with a mix of fear and relief.

With their stomachs growling, Kaz and Y/N made their way to the bakery. Y/N’s heart raced, but luck was on their side for what seemed to be the first time in a long while. The stolen money she had managed to gather before getting caught was just enough to buy a loaf of bread, some meat, and cheese for Kaz.

As they walked back to their dilapidated “home,” a sense of relief washed over them. Amidst the worn-down buildings and bustling streets, Y/N’s eyes caught sight of a discarded cane. Acting swiftly, she snatched it, ensuring no one would notice its absence.

As Y/N handed the cane to Kaz, a mischievous glint danced in her eyes. Kaz accepted it with gratitude, but when he instinctively positioned it on the wrong side, Y/N couldn’t help but giggle.

“No, silly,” Y/N chuckled, gently correcting him. “The cane goes on the hand opposite the side that needs support.”

Kaz’s brows furrowed, momentarily perplexed, but he quickly adjusted the cane to the correct side, a sheepish smile forming on his face. “Oh yeah, that’s way better.”

“Thanks for saving my ass back there, Kaz” Struggling to match his steps with the cane, Kaz looked at her, “I will always protect you, Y/N,” he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

SECOND TIME:

As Y/N turned 15 and Kaz reached 16, their lives continued to be a challenging dance with fate. However, a troubling change began to surface in Y/N’s behavior. Kaz noticed that she was increasingly reliant on alcohol, far beyond their occasional shared glass after a long day at Fifth Harbor.

It became apparent to Kaz that he rarely saw Y/N completely sober. Though she fluctuated between tipsy and heavily intoxicated, the presence of sobriety seemed to elude her. Concern etched across Kaz’s face as he observed the toll alcohol was taking on his dear friend.

He approached her room, where y/n was nursing a drink, and gently voiced his concerns. “You’ve been drinking a lot lately.” Y/n, defensive and caught off guard, shrugged it off with a dismissive tone. “Pff, come on, Kaz, ‘m just having fun. What’s the big deal?”

Kaz’s expression grew serious as he responded, “It’s not just about having fun anymore, y/n. It’s becoming a problem. Both your parents were alcoholics, and that makes it more likely for you to become one too.” He didn’t intend to bring back ugly memories, he just wanted Y/n back. His Y/n.

“Oh, so now you think ‘m like the asshole of a father I had? ‘s that what you’re saying?” But alas, luck was never really on his side, was it? Kaz hurried to explain, “No, y/n, that’s not what I meant. I’m just worried-“ But y/n was too defensive to listen. Her voice rose, and she interrupted him, “Just leave me alone, Kaz!”

Frustration built up within Kaz as he struggled to make his point. “I’m trying to help you, y/n! Can’t you see that?“

“I don’t need your help!

Their voices grew louder as the argument intensified. Hurtful words were exchanged, both knowing deep down that they didn’t mean them. In the heat of the moment, y/n’s drunken state led to a physical outburst - a push against Kaz. Stunned by the shove, Kaz felt a mix of anger and disappointment. He looked y/n in the eyes, his voice laced with bitterness. “Maybe you’re more like your father than you think.”

With those words hanging in the air, Kaz turned and walked out of y/n’s room, slamming the door behind him. The silence that followed was heavy with regret and realization.

Y/n, now alone, gradually started to comprehend the gravity of her actions. She felt a rush of memories flooding back - memories of her father’s destructive behavior and the pain it caused. The weight of her actions settled in, “Saints!”

Seeking clarity, y/n decided to take a cold shower, hoping it would sober her up both physically and mentally. As the cold water washed away the haze, she reflected on the hurtful things she had said and done. A couple of hours later, feeling completely sober, y/n mustered the courage to approach Kaz’s door.

Kaz opened the door, his face still wearing a frown, unsure of what to expect. Y/n took a deep breath and asked, “Can I come in?”

Hesitant, Kaz nodded and let y/n into his room. The atmosphere was tense, but y/n was determined to make amends. With a shaky voice, she spoke, “I’m completely sober now, Kaz.”

Kaz’s expression softened, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He nodded and replied, “Good.” Feeling the weight of her actions, y/n continued, “I never intended for it to go that far, Kaz” her voice filled with remorse. Kaz sighed and took a seat on his bed, ready to lend a listening ear. He understood that y/n needed to talk, to find a way to make sense of the chaos that had unfolded.

With a deep breath, y/n continued, “I don’t even know when it started or how it got to this point. The need for a drink just became so overwhelming, and I couldn’t seem to stop myself.”

Kaz listened attentively, his eyes fixed on y/n, offering support without judgment. They spent hours talking, unraveling the underlying reasons for y/n’s struggle with alcohol and exploring the pain and insecurities that fueled it.

As y/n poured out her heart, Kaz remained by her side, offering guidance and understanding. He didn’t have all the answers, but he knew the importance of being there for y/n during this difficult time. He could see the genuine remorse and determination in her eyes.

With a sense of gratitude, y/n said, “Thanks for always being there, Kaz.” Kaz’s gaze softened, and he replied sincerely, “I will always protect you, y/n.” He reached a shaky hand out to her, “Even if it is from yourself.”

THIRD TIME:

The crows and their stupid heists. Y/N and Kaz sat together in Kaz's office, surrounded by the other members of the crows. The air was filled with anticipation as they discussed their latest heist to steal a valuable pocket watch, rumored to be worth a fortune in Kruge. The details of how Kaz had stumbled upon this job remained a mystery to the crows, except for Y/N, who knew it came from a whisper Kaz had overheard in the bustling streets of Ketterdam.

The heist was no easy task, but it also didn't compare to the complexity of their other endeavors- like breaking Matthias out of the notorious Ice Court. This realization brought a sense of confidence to the group, as they knew they had faced greater challenges and emerged victorious. As the planning session drew to a close, the crows dispersed, leaving Y/N alone with Kaz.

Y/N took a seat opposite Kaz, her expression filled with concern. Kaz, ever the enigma, raised an eyebrow and prompted her to share what troubled her. With a deep breath, Y/N spoke up, voicing her worry about the people of Ketterdam and their reliability. She confessed her doubts about trusting anyone in this city, especially considering the clandestine nature of the whisper that led them to the heist.

Kaz couldn't help but let out an amused laugh, breaking the tension in the room. He understood Y/N's concerns all too well. After all, his experiences had taught him that trust was a rare and precious commodity in Ketterdam. But he also recognized the inherent irony in the situation—that the whisper, despite its uncertain source, had provided them with a valuable opportunity.

"You're right, Y/N," Kaz replied, a hint of amusement lacing his words. "People in Ketterdam are not worth trusting, or at least not easily. But this whisper most likely came from some drunk idiot who couldn't keep his mouth shut. We'll tread carefully, as always."

Y/N nodded, a sense of relief washing over her. She trusted Kaz. She always has. Knowing that his keen intuition and meticulous planning would guide them through the heist. “Are you sure you are ok with taking the pocket watch with you for a couple days until I figure out what to do with it?” With renewed assurance she nodded and they set their sights on the task at hand.

As the day turned into night, the crows meticulously executed their plan. Each member played their part flawlessly, their individual skills and unique abilities synergizing to overcome the obstacles in their path. Their heist was a masterclass in cunning and precision, culminating in the successful acquisition of the pocket watch. Little did they know, however, that their triumph held a secret yet to be discovered.

Unbeknownst to Kaz and Y/N, the whisper did not come from just any drunk idiot, it came from y/n’s father and the pocket watch they proudly took, concealed a hidden tracker. It had been planted there by Y/N's own father—a revelation that would soon shake their world.

After the celebration ended, Y/N bid her comrades farewell and made her way back to her apartment, yearning for a well-deserved rest. Fatigue hung heavily upon her, demanding solace in the form of warmth and comfort. She set about preparing herself a cup of tea, the steam from the kettle rising lazily in the air. While waiting she decided that she had enough time for a much needed quick shower.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, her father, driven by a sinister agenda, had stealthily infiltrated her sanctuary. Hidden in the shadows, he seized the opportunity presented by the teapot, meticulously applying a deadly poison to the water within. Satisfied with his clandestine act, he retreated to a darkened corner, waiting for his daughter to return.

Blissfully unaware of the peril lurking within her own abode, Y/N continued her routine, seeking solace in the embrace of a soothing shower. The cascading water served as a respite, washing away the weariness of the day. Refreshed and unaware of the impending danger, Y/N emerged from the bathroom and made her way to the small kitchen, intending to savor the warmth of her tea.

With unquestioning trust, Y/N raised the cup to her lips and drained its contents in a single gulp. A moment later, a chilling voice pierced the silence, causing her to startle. "You know, you ruined my life," the intruder uttered, the words dripping with venom. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she realized she was not alone.

Reacting swiftly, a mixture of fear and determination coursed through her veins. She instinctively reached for a kitchen knife, her trembling hand clutching the handle tightly. Slowly and cautiously, she advanced toward the shadowy figure, her senses heightened.

As the figure laughed, the sinister sound echoing in the confined space, they taunted Y/N with words that struck like daggers. "Kill me if you'd like. It won't make a difference, by the end of the night, we both will be dead, dear daughter," they proclaimed, their voice seeping with a sinister resolve.

Y/N's mind raced, grappling with a flood of emotions. Fear mingled with confusion, but beneath it all, a fierce determination flickered. With every step, she steeled herself, ready to confront the threat that now loomed before her. The room became a battlefield, a clash of wills between a daughter seeking to protect herself and the malevolent force that sought to extinguish her existence.

As Y/N launched herself forward, driven by a potent mix of rage and self-preservation, her hand gripped the kitchen knife with a determination that bordered on desperation. With a swift and deliberate motion, she aimed for her father's abdomen, piercing his flesh and eliciting a pained gasp. Yet, even in his moment of agony, he mustered a twisted laugh, taunting her with the knowledge that her own life was destined to be cut short because of him.

The realization of her impending fate weighed heavily upon Y/N as she watched her father's life slip away. With each fading breath, he served as a macabre reminder of the torment he had inflicted upon her. But despite the finality of his demise, Y/N's heart remained heavy, burdened by the understanding that her own days were now numbered.

Her eyes fell upon her father's lifeless form, his body growing cold as the minutes ticked away. In a hurried gesture, Y/N searched his pockets, her hands moving with urgency. Her search led her to an empty glass, bearing the traces of the poison that had claimed so many lives before. She knew its deadly effects all too well, having witnessed its aftermath firsthand. There was no salvation for her now, only a slim chance of surviving until morning.

Driven by a sense of urgency, Y/N hurriedly descended to the dimly lit streets of Ketterdam. Amid the shadows, she spotted Rotty, a trusted member of the crew. With a sense of urgency, she thrust a note into his hands, her voice filled with a mix of desperation and determination as she implored him to deliver it to Kaz.

"Rotty," she called out, her voice laced with urgency. "Take this note. Deliver it to Kaz. Please hurry."

Rotty, recognizing the gravity of the situation, nodded solemnly, his loyalty unwavering. Without wasting another moment, he set off on his assigned task, the note clutched tightly in his grasp. Y/N watched his retreating figure, her heart pounding with anticipation and a glimmer of hope, praying that Kaz would receive her message in time.

In the midst of uncertainty, with the poison coursing through her veins, Y/N was acutely aware that the sands of time were slipping away, but she knew what she needed to do.

Rotty’s hurried footsteps echoed through the halls of Kaz’s office as he approached the door. He knocked, alerting Kaz to his presence, and without waiting for an invitation, he entered, his expression grave. Kaz’s sharp gaze locked onto Rotty, ready to inquire about the urgency that fueled his arrival. However, before a single word could leave Kaz’s lips, Rotty handed him the note and swiftly departed, leaving Kaz alone with the cryptic message.

Kaz’s eyes widened as he unfolded the note, revealing a simple white paper with a solitary lollipop drawn on it. To an outsider, this might have seemed perplexing, but to Kaz Brekker, it held a hidden significance. A sense of urgency surged through him as he recognized the unspoken message encoded within.

Kaz’s heart pounded in his chest as he raced to Y/N’s apartment, his mind racing with a million possibilities. The gravity of the situation only grew stronger with every step he took. When he finally arrived, he wasted no time and barged into the apartment, his senses on high alert.

The sight that greeted him was chilling—a man sprawled on the floor, surrounded by a pool of his own blood. Kaz’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the scene, the implications of what had transpired sinking in. Before he could utter a single word, Y/N emerged from her room, her face pale with a mixture of relief and anguish.

“My father,” Y/N whispered, her voice laced with a complex blend of emotions.

Kaz approached Y/N cautiously, his gaze locked onto her. He could see the fear and exhaustion etched across her features, the toll of the night’s events visible in her eyes. Her face drained of the color it usually had, hands and body slightly trembling. “What happened.”

Kaz listened intently as Y/N recounted the events, her voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and raw emotion. He could sense the weight of her words, the pain that laced every syllable. As she spoke, he noticed the omission—the crucial pieces of information she chose not to share.

“Y/N,” Kaz began gently, his voice laced with concern, “How did he find you.” Y/N hesitated for a moment, she knew. Of course she knew the stupid watch had a tracker, she knew the whisper wasn’t just any drunk asshole, but she couldn’t tell him. “I don’t know Kaz. Maybe I wasn’t careful enough.”

Y/n’s hand extended towards Kaz, holding out the bottle she had found in her father’s jacket. Kaz took the empty bottle from Y/N’s trembling hand, his gloved finger slowly swiping over it. Realization hit him and he knew, he knew he was about to loose his best friend. “I can’t die like this, Kaz. Not because of him.” Kaz’s face pales as he comprehends the gravity of the situation. He knows all too well that this poison means certain death, and he knew what y/n was asking, but the mere thought of being the one to take her life was unbearable.

“I can’t,” Kaz says, his voice filled with desperation. “I can’t do that y/n. Please.” Please. He was begging his brain to think of something else. To find a solution that wouldn’t take her away, not now, not ever.

She understands the pain it causes him, but she needs him, needs his strength and protection more than ever. With a flicker of determination in her eyes, she implores, “Please, Kaz, protect me one last time.”

Her words strike deep into Kaz’s heart, shattering it into pieces. He made a vow years ago to safeguard Y/N, and he never intended to break it, not now, not ever. With a shaky hand, she hands Kaz a dagger, its blade sharp enough to tear through her heart.

Kaz’s mind races, desperately seeking a way to keep her safe, to find an alternative. But the reality of the situation crashes down on him as y/n crumples to her knees, clutching her chest tightly. In that moment, he understands that there are no potions, no saint, no saving her from this fate.

Gently, Kaz sits on the cold floor of the apartment and scoots closer to y/n, carefully cradling her against his chest. He knows she doesn’t want to die at the hands of the man who tormented her for years.

With a heavy heart, he takes the dagger, holding it as delicately as he can, his hands trembling as he positions it on top of her heart. He wishes there was another way, a way to spare her this pain, but in this moment, protecting her means granting her final wish.

“I will always protect you, y/n.” And with a final kiss to her sweaty forehead, the dagger went right through her heart, forever stopping it.

[readychilledwine]

From This Day Until Our Last

Summary - what do you buy the male who says he has everything he could ever want? Lyria has an answer, but her answer comes with a cost she's more than happy to pay

Warnings - smut, love making

A/n - The end of Azriel and Lyria is here unless I decide to come back to them for some random spice. 💙 where one Vanserra door closes, another opens, though. I'm staring at you, Lollipop lovers. 👀

Lyria and Azriel moved to doors of the townhouse, waving goodbye to everyone as they left the solstice party.

Rhys and Cassian were smirking at her, excited to hear about the present she had waiting for Azriel. Feyre smiled knowingly, the only one besides Eris and Lucien who knew what was waiting in Azriel's cabin.

He used his shadows to take them to the cabin faster, secretly excited and anxious to see what was waiting. "I need you to hide out in our room for a little bit while I get it ready," Lyria whispered as he backed her into the doorway. His mouth hovering above hers. "15 minutes tops. I promise."

Azriel stood, and nodded. He went instantly, following her request and not noticing the bags and boxes sitting on the counter.

Lyria went to work, pulling out the box from the fridge. She thanked Feyre in her mind for covering for her tonight regarding why she was late, and for secretly rerouting her mate's missions to his group of spies.

She pulled out the cake she had purchased for him, placing it on the pretty craved crystal plate, and smiled. Rhys had told her which bakery made it and convinced the owners to teach Lyria how to bake it for this one-time special purpose.

It was absolutely perfect. Cherries sat in swirled dark chocolate on milk chocolate frosting. On a chocolate cake with cherries baked inside and a middle cherry filling. To Azriel, there was never enough chocolate in the world. This cake was his absolute favorite due to its "complexity and layers," he had tried explaining to her one night as he was validating eating the whole thing within a 12 hour period.

She moved to the bag closest to her, grabbing the Autumn Court whiskey he had been hoping to try, but had not had the chance to. Knowing he would be very excited after having watched his jealous reaction to Rhysand and Cassian receiving a bottle from her as well. She centered it on the table, along with the gift Eris and Lucien had asked her to give him in private from all her brothers. A dagger and spidersilk gloves.

She took a few stilling breaths, whispering goodbye to the last few moments of her life as a technically unattached female.

There was no running after this, no way put that wouldn't destroy both of them. She had no doubts, though. She had never loved anyone else this deeply and unconditionally. She had never wanted anyone else this badly. She had never wanted anything the way she wanted to be his.

A shadow weaved into her hair before resting against her cheek. "Tell your daddy he can come out." She straightened herself and her dress. Instantly chewing on her lip out of nerves and her hands came in front of her, thumbs circling around each other in a dance.

Azriel paused when he came back to the little kitchen and dining room. "Lyria, what is this?" His voice broke a little, his eyes starting to water.

"Can you come sit down please?"

Azriel sat across from her, holding his hands out to take hers. "I love you," she stated simply. "And I can't imagine a world where I'm not yours."

She had a speech planned, but as she stared into his eyes, those spell binding emerald and golden eyes, everything went out of her mind. She had seen Azriel vulnerable, but the softness in his face, the joy in his eyes, the way he was already fighting tears, this was new to her. "I had this whole beautiful thing planned, and I can't remember what I honestly wanted to say."

Azriel laughed, his eyes sparkling. "You don't need to say anything, I can feel it everyday. You never close the bond. I can sit here, though while you think of your speech."

His eyes were glimmering with excitement and mischief. Lyria handed him the letter from Eris, then the package containing a dagger identical to all the ones she had made for her brothers as a teen, and those indestructible gloves.

The dagger had been a gift her father suggested as a joke to her. He had not realized his young daughter would find a way to get 7 illyrian steel daggers made. Now, an 8th one sat in a red and gold package, paid for by her 5 remaining brothers to ensure their newest sibling would also have the same dagger.

Azriel took the letter, "if you truly love me you'd open that whiskey your brothers won't stop raving about." His tone was playful as he used Truth-teller to open the letter.

As he read the fine lettering, Lyria opened the bottle of whiskey. It smelled like home. Like cloves, apples, and cinnamon. His shadows brought her his favorite glass and she poured it. They then brought her a knife as she turned to hand her mate the beverage. "Impatient little creatures," she whispered softly, allowing one to nuzzle into her hair and on her cheek.

Azriel didn't respond, his eyes were locked in on the letter, his expression unreadable. "Can you hand me the box, baby?" He finally asked, his throat tight.

Lyria handed it to him, her hands slightly shaking. "Did he tell you what it is?"

Azriel shook his head. "No, just that you made sure all of your brothers had one, so Eris and Lucien wanted to ensure I had one too." Azriel gently pulled the satin red ribbons, freeing the top of the box and opening it.

He pulled the dagger out, immediately knowing the weight of it was something much more familiar to him than it would have been an Autumn court male. "And how, little fox, did you get illyrian steel?"

Lyria looked down. "I um… there's one Illyrian blacksmith in the Autumn Court. He is close to the border of Winter, and I tracked him down when I was 16, and gave him a lot of money and tada?"

He watched as she rocked back on her feet, her lip tucked between her teeth. "Dangerous." He said simply before unsheathing the dagger. He whistled softly, admiring the ornately carved metal, it was almost too pretty to use with its dancing razor sharp leaves and dark brown leather hilt. The blade was made of mainly illyrian steel, but she had asked the blacksmith an almost impossible task.

She had asked him to marry the steel with Autumn Court's tradition of working gold into blades. "You never intended for them to use these?"

She nodded. "It was meant to be a beautiful thing. To remind them of home, of what we've all been fighting against, what we still fight for." Their mother, Azriel realized slowly. "Eris displays his in his office with a portrait of mother and I. Lucien keeps his at side, normally tucked near his heart. My other brothers keep theirs in their rooms in their night stands."

Azriel looked at her. "Lucien keeps a small portrait of you Feyre painted in a locket by his heart as well." She nodded. "They worship the ground you walk on." Azriel finished the letter in silence, now feeling those smooth but heavy gloves and sipping the whiskey with a small smile etched into his face.

Lyria took out the smaller box she had hidden, the one from her mother and Helion and slid it over to him. "You aren't supposed to open this infront of me."

Azriel held the small box, knowing immediately what was inside. He had flown to Helion a few weeks ago, asking the male for Lyria's hand, and then to her mother that day he also appeared from the shadows, watching as she spun threads And asking her the same.

He knew inside was a ring containing a large centered stone starlight colored stone. It was surrounded by Autumn's beloved moss gemstones and black diamonds, set in Day Court rose gold.

It had cost him a year of salary, but having her mother and true father check and approve the ring was too important to Azriel to pass up.

"I do not see a reason as to why I couldn't. It is your solstice gift after all." He began to open it. Removing the black velvet box from the container and opening it quickly with a smile before setting it in front of her. "It appears we had similar intentions, Lyria." He opened the box with one hand, staring at her.

Silence fell between the two of them. Comfortable heart warming silence as they unknowingly confirmed to each other they were on the same page. "Did.. Did you still want me to serve you cake?" Lyria's voice broke as her tears welled up. "We can wait."

Azriel shook his head, standing to slide the ring on her finger. "I see no point in us waiting for a wedding to be mated. Do you want me to do this properly?"

She shook her head, holding her left hand out. There was no need for long-winded speeches. For words of love to pass between them, there was no need to beg nor validate why they were doing this.

In this moment, all those things were dancing through the bond, serenading both of them in comfort, joy, and unconditional love and devotion.

Azriel put the ring on her finger, pulling her close to him and tilting her face. "I love you." The statement was final. There was no arguments to be had, pretty words to dress it to be more than it needed to be.

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

Azriel couldn't resist anymore, his hands trembling as he kissed her deeply and then rested his forehead on hers. “Cut the cake.”

He watched her like a hawk as those hands, those lovely hands, that started all of this cut into his favorite cake. He has been mesmerized by her pretty dress, the way her hair was curled and loose, the light makeup. Now, though, lust and longing fueled him. He didn't need a damn cake to solidify and accept that bond with her.

Not when his favorite treat was hidden between her pretty thighs.

She placed the slice in front of him, covering the rest and waited. He watched as she bit her lip and played with her hair. The normal signs of her nervousness coming into play.

They had sex countless times, sometimes multiple times throughout a day, never leaving her or his bed unless the need for food called. But it had never been sex like this. Sex that sealed them together forever. Sex that made her his, and he hers. He ate the cake, watching her again as she did the few dishes they had made.

He finished it in record time, going to her without grabbing the plate and standing behind her.

Lyria was a neat freak, while his mind had already begun to zero in on her, hers was locking on the dish behind them. She turned to grab it, gasping as a scarred hand gripped her by the back of her neck, turning her and pulling her into a deep kiss.

There was nothing gentle about what Azriel had in mind. He lifted her, carrying her to his room with those legs wrapped around his waist and laid them on the bed. Shadows were immediately on her, brushing her neck, her cleavage, into her dress.

Lyria thought she was on fire. The bond was screaming so loudly in her chest she could hardly breathe, and when she did, all she could breathe was him, all she could feel was him.

Azriel pulled away, flipping her over and unlacing the corset back of her dress. Every teasing brush of his rough fingers caused her to shiver. When he finished pulling that last piece loose, he pulled her up by her arms, growling as the beautiful dress fell down her body into a pool.

She had worn nothing below it, her bare body now exposed to him completely. “I've been thinking about how much better that'd look on the floor all damn night.” He pushed her down by her back, wasting zero time kicking her legs apart and removing his own clothing.

While his mind had locked on rough punishing sex, his heart ached for something else. For more. Azriel picked her back up gently again, turning her and tilting her head to place gentle kisses on her lips.

He felt every ounce of tension leaving her, melting down the bond completely as she relaxed into him. He laid them back down, pulling away. “Get on the pillows, princess.”

Lyria felt heat pooling in her core. She pushed her body back, resting against his silky sheets and felt her legs just dropping apart for him. Azriel growled in response, leaning in to kiss her neck. His hand immediately went to her soaking core, running along the length of it before barely brushing her clit. “Gonna worship you,” he murmured into her skin. “Love you so good you forget every moment of pain.”

Lyria gasped, her hips grinding against his hand, breaking every rule they had. “Take what you want baby,” Azriel kissed into her skin. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” the bond forced her to say. “Mother above, I just want you. Every second of every day I want you.” Azriel pushed two wet fingers in, curving them as he moved to kiss her deeply.

“Then you will have me, from this day forward until our last.” He began pulling her apart, using his fingers to open her up gently. “You know we have family breakfast tomorrow right?” She shook her head, focusing on the pleasure of him stretching her as he teased her. “We will skip it then.”

“Stop. Teasing,” Azriel pulled back surprised, keeping his fingers in time and rhythm with her hips movements as she chased her high. Lyria had growled. Growled at him.

He didn't know if it was the frenzy, or the anticipation she must have felt for weeks planning this, but it had Azriel desperate for her. He pulled his fingers out, taking them and running them along his aching cock. “I can't wait, princess.”

Azriel lined up and slid home, both of them going completely silent as the bond began to shimmer and dance, glittering from silver to gold.

Her legs were instantly around his trim waist, hands shooting to his upper arms and she began to whimper below him, begging him to move.

Azriel gave a gentle teasing thrust, then began.

He made sure each movement was deep and hard, hitting those spots that had her eyes rolling back and mouth hanging open as she moaned and cried in pleasure below him. “Feels so good,” she mumbled. “So so good.”

Every drag was delicious, filling her completely and knocking any second of doubt she had from her mind. Her legs squeezed his waist tighter, nails digging into his arm as he lifted her hips allowing him deeper into her. “Love you so much, Azriel.”

He went down to her immediately, kissing her deeply as he continued to make love to her. Her hands went to his back, brushing his wings accidentally. They were moaning in time, the tension building between them at the same rate. “Right there, angel,” he whispered into her neck. She nodded in return, eagerly moaning his name into his ear.

It took a few more moments, a few more deep well placed thrusts and she came, walls milking him. She cried his name, nails running down his back. He followed her over the edge, releasing into her and biting into her neck to try to hid the whimpers tearing at his throat at how heavenly and tight she felt.

He held her tight as they came down, head buried in her neck. “I love you,” he whispered. Then repeated it again. And again. And again. His hands laced into her red hair, scratching her scalp. “I love you.”

Lyria pushed him up slightly, forcing him to stare into her eyes, “And I love you. From this day until our last.”

“And well beyond that,” he held his pinky to her, watching as she wrapped hers around it, sealing that promise with a small mark staining their skin.

[keouil]

desire tastes different if god bore you hungry

“gojo can’t say no to her,” yaga comments. “ever notice that?” 4k. gojo/shoko. fluff. also on ao3.

Getou is the first to notice.

They’re walking back to school from a midnight konbini run, pale moonlight streaming in through the gaps in the trees. This late into a school night Yaga would have usually schooled them a hundred ways into obedience and called them out for breaking curfew again, but evidently being thrust into premature guardianship of a panda who was a Panda meant he had significantly less time babysitting other minors. That, and the fact they let Shoko stand guard outside the faculty building.

“Uh,” Getou stares unsurely at the mounting pile of food crammed in the single eco bag they brought. “Weren’t we just going to get ice cream..?”

Gojo, already sucking on a lollipop, also looks down at the bag nestled under his arm. “We have ice cream.”

“You bought out an entire shelf of deserts,” Getou points out.

“I wasn’t sure which one was the best,” Gojo counters right back.

Getou keeps a steady gaze on him, noting the moonlight dancing on his eyes and the usual spring in his step. That was nothing new, his inability to stay still. What is, however, is maybe:

“Are you sure it’s not just because you freaked out hearing her scream?”

Gojo falters in his step a little. “Tch,” he clicks his tongue. “Like you didn’t.”

“I’m used to girls and their hormonal mood swings,” Getou recounts, taking the other half of the bag and slinging it under his fingers. They walked with it hanging between them. “You forget—you’re the only one of us who grew up in a freaky clan compound isolated from modern society.”

“Well,” Gojo gestures around them, grinning. “I’m learning, aren’t I?” 

“I’m pretty sure leaping to your feet the moment Shoko yelled at us to get her food or she’ll skin us alive and proceeding to buy out an entire shop’s worth of parfaits is exactly the kind of thing only clan kids do,” Getou retorts, too amused for his own good. “I doubt that’s real world training at all.”

Gojo shoves him, maybe a little playfully, maybe a little not. “What would you have done then?” he declares. “If you know so much about everything?”

“First of all,” Getou starts, tugging back his side of the bag that was now dangerously nearing overflow levels. Really, Gojo and his temper. “I would have actually waited for her to finish talking.”

Gojo blinks. “I waited,” he says, confident. “She wanted ice cream.”

Getou flicks his forehead with his free hand. “She wasn’t done talking, you idiot!” he says. “You heard her complaining about period cravings and teleported us the fuck out within the next second!”

Not a single strand of comprehension makes its way to Gojo’s face. 

“I feel like you’re getting to a point here that I’m not seeing.”

Getou abruptly stops a few steps away from the red torii gates.

“I’m saying,” he elaborates, patience paper-thin but enduring. “To not panic right away, Satoru. You did the same thing at target practice last week. Pretty sure Yaga is still annoyed you called him back to school in the middle of a meeting for no reason.”

“The blood thing?” Gojo looks even more confused.

Getou counts to three in his head. “No,” he breathes out, evenly. “I’m talking about you accidentally hitting Shoko’s arm with your cursed pen and flipping out in the clinic. She has RCT, you fool, she could have managed just fine. You throwing a tantrum just made things worse for everyone.”

Gojo blinks once, twice. “She was bleeding.”

“Of a fucking kiddie scratch by a Mongol pen,” Getou rolls his eyes, tugging his half of the bag just to irk him. “That didn’t even need RCT to begin with. A simple band-aid would have done the trick.”

“You didn’t think to tell me when all this was happening?” Gojo tugs the bag right back, glaring at him accusingly.

Getou rolls his eyes again. “You wouldn’t even let me carry her.” 

“Please,” Gojo scoffs, guiding them back up the stairs. “You think she did? I practically had to hold her down kicking and screaming.”

“What is it then?” Getou prods. “You scared of her or something?”

“Aren’t you?” Gojo hisses right back.

Getou thinks on it. “I probably should,” he concedes. “But she likes me too much.”

“Shoko hates everyone and will use us as human shields for Utahime the second she can,” Gojo insists. “And you know it.”

“Even so,” Getou shrugs.

Gojo huffs, annoyed. “Exactly,” he grits out. “Even so.” 

They find Shoko back in Getou’s room. She was sprawled out in his bed, hair fanning out over the covers, and reading the latest issue of Naruto. His mini-fridge had been totally ran through, granola bars haphazardly half-opened and half-eaten that is almost laughably a picture of someone convincing themselves they like protein bars out of necessity and giving up halfway. Getou would have to do another grocery run that week, with Shoko assaulting half his fridge and rendering most of the contents useless.

“Did you get mango like I asked?” is the first thing she says, not even bothering to look up from her book. 

“Mango, vanilla, pomegranate, strawberry,” Getou lists off, placing the carton by her head. “The whole damn forest if you will.”

“I hate strawberry,” Shoko says tonelessly. Gojo was already plopped down next to her, skimming the manga. “Get rid of it.”

“It’s for me,” Gojo offers, reaching out to still her flipping hands. “Wait, slow down, Shoko, I wasn't finished with the page yet.”

Shoko abruptly turns to her side, completely blocking his view.

“Kakashi dies.”

Getou barely manages to hold Gojo down from stabbing her in the eye with a plastic fork.

-

“Anyone want my tomato?”

Getou’s chopsticks are already making their way over to grab it from Shoko’s plate, when another pair beats him to it.

“Oi,” Getou scowls, side-eyeing him from the corner of his eye.

Gojo doesn’t even hide the shit-eating grin on his face, the corners of his mouth caked with nori flakes. “Too slow!” he slurs, furikake flying everywhere. 

Getou makes a face before shoving a wad of napkins his way. He looks over at Shoko’s lunch again, frowning. “What have you even been eating these past few days?”

Shoko doesn’t hide her disdain as she frowns down at her food. “Protein,” she grumbles, poking at a piece of steamed chicken. Getou flicks her chopsticks with his to make her stop. Shoko glares up at him before continuing, more woefully, “For stamina building or whatever.”

“What do you need muscle for?” Gojo muffles, still scarfing down the rest of his karaage. 

Getou considers her a moment. “You’re training, then?”

Shoko makes a loose shrug of approval, still looking pitifully down her lunch. “Not as intense as you guys do,” she says. “I already told Yaga I want to be a non-combatant. But he still wants me as limber as possible just in case.”

Getou and Gojo share a look.

It’s true they’d been deployed on more and more missions as a two-man cell, but Shoko was never too far from the area and was always strategically located to be called on for back-up if and when situations called for it. She’d always been on the petite side, and they had in fact checked themselves, one bored April afternoon: light as a feather, if the almost weightless way Getou could carry her in one arm or Gojo could transport them both easily was any indication.

“I can cook for you?” Getou offers instead. “I know some protein-rich recipes that don’t taste as bland.”

Shoko trusts his cooking, he knows; they all do. When you make a living out of eating and digesting curses, it helps to find a few ways to season around the bile. So it doesn’t really come as a surprise when Shoko gives him just the briefest hint of a smile, a wordless thanks.

“I don’t suppose either of you eat lentil?” Shoko looks at them hopefully, the closest to pleading they’d ever gotten from her. Getou feels Gojo stiffen, almost imperceptibly, at his side.

Getou looks over her soup, remorseful. “Ah, sorry, Shoko,” he starts. “We’re—”

A hand shoots out from beside him to drag the bowl away. By the time he turns his head, Gojo is already finishing the last drop of the lentil soup that clearly didn’t look as savory as he was savoring it. 

“Done!” Gojo yells out triumphantly, grinning from ear to ear. 

Getou raises a brow. Gojo kicks his foot from under the table.

Shoko mumbles her thanks before standing up, dragging her tray with her. “I need to get seconds,” she says, irately. “You guys want anything?”

Getou waves her off at the same time Gojo calls out, “Milk yoghurt!”

It doesn’t take five seconds for the red spots to start appearing on Gojo’s neck, hot and fiery and angry. Getou smacks him on the head when he’s sure Shoko isn’t looking. 

“Idiot,” he hisses. “You’re allergic to lentil. We both are.”

“I know,” Gojo woefully rubs the spot on his neck, but still, that same sliver of triumph sneaks its way through the lopsided grin he gives him not a moment after. “But unlike you, I have RCT.”

-

Shoko is the one who gets the message.

“He texted you?” Gojo asks, a little breathless, a little unmoored. “Suguru did? Are you sure?”

It’s a testament to how much they’re both knee deep in their anger but recognize enough not to lash it out on each other when, instead of recoiling, Shoko just takes a breath, and says calmly: “Yes. A few minutes ago.”

Gojo was going to feel personally wronged, she knows. He was going to start doubting the gravity of everything he’d ever known if the near life-shattering mission they just did in Okinawa was going to be dismissed as simply as opting to text her instead of him. 

She doubts Getou meant it that way, but she also knows Gojo’s not going to see it that way now that they’ve become so unhealthily codependent. He might even be a little mad at her. She knows this to be true in her bones, because had the situation been reversed, she’d be a little mad at him too.

Yaga coughs to break the tension. 

“Where is he?” asks Yaga, eyebrow raised.

Shoko directs her attention to him, feeling the ground beneath her settle just a fraction at his composure. “Shinjuku,” she reveals. “Somewhere by Omoide Yokocho.”

Gojo is still trying to wrap his mind around it, the wheels in his head going a mile a minute. Shoko recognizes the disorientation, has long past worked through hers because she knows Gojo will need a minute for this, if not, forever.

“I’ll go,” Shoko declares.

That breaks Gojo out of it. “I’ll go with you.”

Shoko doesn’t say anything. She expected at least this much, and nods balefully.

Yaga looks back and forth between them, the line of his stare assessing and maybe a little pitying. They normally wouldn’t even ask for permission and bolted to carthage burning right then and there, but that was before. When you have a classmate who turns into a mass murderer in less than the time it takes for a season to change, it makes sense they would need guidance this time around. 

"You can go," Yaga finally decides, nodding at Gojo. "But Shoko stays."

"The fuck she does," Shoko finds herself blurting out at the same time Gojo says, "No."

“Listen here you two,” Yaga levels them both with a look. “There have been enough casualties this term. There have been enough sacrifices for a year. We will not be adding any more than is necessary.”

Shoko looks affronted. “Do—” she starts. “We’re not going to—we’re just going to talk.”

Yaga looks over at Gojo, mouth set in a grim line. Yes, he eyes him knowingly, Some talk.

“He’s a special grade criminal, Shoko,” Yaga turns to her, to his benefit softens his tone as much as he can. “And as of right now I can’t afford anyone of a lesser rank—let alone a non-combatant—dealing with him. Not when you’re the only RCT user we have on active duty.”

“Gojo can use RCT!” Shoko pleads, clutching tighter to her phone. Yaga hears a jingle of a keychain attached to it, grimaces slightly when he sees the exact same pair on Gojo’s, and doesn’t have to look to confirm, Getou’s. “It's not like we’re not going to war. We just want to talk to him," she stops. "I want to talk to him.”

“Gojo, like you, is a sorcerer who is bound to the regulations of this school first,” Yaga lets his eyes flicker towards him, chiding if not burning. “Isn’t that right?”

Gojo says nothing, just staring at the panda charm sloshing against Shoko’s phone.

"Satoru." Yaga calls out, finality in his tone.

Gojo blinks, about to reply, when:

"Gojo." Shoko says, and really, that's all it takes.

He's going to give in, Yaga swears bitterly, He always gives in. 

In the three years he’s taught them, he's never seen Gojo even summon so much as a shake of his head to any of her requests. Half of it’s to do with how codependent they all unexpectedly become, the secular and often isolating nature of being jujutsu students in training. Even Getou spoiled her. But he’s never been able to tell her no and wouldn't start now. 

Especially now.

Quick like lightning Gojo is already next to her, wrapping an arm around her side, bowing his head low to whisper a gentle but firm reminder to hold on. He lifts his gaze to Yaga's, a wordless apology playing out on his face.

They’re gone by the time Yaga blinks.

-

“Say that again?”

Shoko clicks her tongue at him, reprimanding, but not without its usual malice. “Sweden,” she repeats. “I’m going to Sweden.”

“Whatever the hell for?” Gojo gently moves her out of the way, taking charge of the grocery cart. They’re in Daimaru on a Saturday night, and being anything less than swift would have any of the hundred obaa-sans crawling through the grocery chain call them out for being entitled, disrespectful millennials. “I thought you found a post-doc program in Hyogo?”

“I did,” Shoko falls into step easily next to him. “And that same professor recommended a molecular neuroscience program in Sweden. They do specialized research on cell anatomy there, you know, research that I can’t access easily here in Japan.”

Gojo looks over the fruit aisle. “Sure about that?” he asks. “I can call some people—”

“No need,” Shoko waves him off easily, plucking a few strawberries off the wagon and placing them in the cart. “I already checked with Yaga. He has some contacts there that can set me up, and maybe someone to teach me advanced RCT too.”

“I can teach you,” blurts Gojo without thinking, zeroing on the fact she wasn’t even looking over the mangoes, nevermind this grocery trip was supposed to be for the whole dorm. “I know RCT.”

“You know as much as you need to know to heal yourself,” Shoko points out breezily, coming up next to him to give him a knowing look. “And I need to know as much of everything to heal everyone. It’s not the same, Gojo.”

Gojo looks away first. Shoving a pack of mangoes to the cart, asks gruffly, “How long?”

Shoko eyes the mangoes but doesn’t say anything. Gojo’s not sure what he’d do if she took them out, maybe burn the whole department down? He was growing more temperamental these days, growing out of that teenage jailbait skin and skinning himself thin into the kind of body that took care of other people. That other people now looked to for caring.

“Two years,” replies Shoko. 

Gojo skids to a stop. “Two years?”

“That’s what I said.”

“You’re leaving me for two years?”

He can feel the beginnings of a laugh play out in her lungs, amusement dancing in her features. “Since when were you so clingy?”

“Since always and you know it,” Gojo wheels the cart forward again, stopping just when he’s right next to her. He looks on, trying to gauge how serious she was considering they're maybe a week from the first day of April and had taken it upon themselves to be as mean with their practical jokes knowing there was no one else left to understand. “I have always been clingy and you know this so you really can’t leave me alone with Yaga for two years unsupervised, Shoko, or else we might end up just really killing each other. Or I’ll let him. Sensei chain of command and all that shit.”

“Ijichi is still here,” Shoko trails off, adding a few milk cartons to the pile. Morinaga, his favorite. He really might just burn the whole block down. “And Meimei and Utahime and even Nanami, if you play nice.”

They reach the rice corner where Shoko vainly tries heaving a full load to their pile alone, lean but slim arms straining to even get the bag upright. Gojo looks on in amusement for five seconds, before finally giving in and gently moving her aside.

“I’ll visit every summer,” Gojo looks down at her after they’ve managed to lodge it in. “And every winter and spring and fall.”

“Please don’t.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“No, but Yaga can.”

“He can’t stop me.”

“Missions will.”

“No, they won’t.”

“Then,” Shoko turns to him just as they’re about to round a corner, her gaze softening. “Megumi and Tsumiki will.”

And goddamn her, Gojo thinks, How can he say no to that?

-

“How many are we supposed to get?”

“I think three.”

“Why are you holding seven then?”

Megumi blinks, looking down at the edofurin strings wrapped around his fingers. “Ah,” he says. “Gojo likes the charmed ones. You can’t get this in Tokyo.”

They’re on the last day of an excursion mission in Himeji, the sound of izakaya stalls setting up and out of towners wheeling in their luggage across the small night market accompanying their last minute shopping. They had a list of souvenirs from the second years to purchase—Nishitomo crab crackers for Inumaki, the local kanzashi for Maki, a whetstone from Fushimi Inari for Yuuta, the representative animal plushies for Panda—that they only had time to shop for now.

Gojo also repeatedly gushed about the furin wind chimes he fleetingly saw the last time he was there, but also made it aggravatingly clear he was afforded no time whatsoever to go back and would my lovely sweet students mind getting a few for their lovely sweet sensei?

Yuji was quick to list down his preferred designs on the spot. Nobara pretended not to hear him. Megumi didn’t even need to listen to his passionate speech about the furin history and why he wanted this and that, having long catalogued exactly the kind of print he was eyeing: orange petals and golden brown tree bark. The color of changing autumn leaves. 

“Okay,” replies Nobara hesitantly, still looking over the hanging tassels dangling off his arm. “Just seems like a lot, don’t you think?”

“It’s a superstition thing,��� Megumi shares, tailing them in the artisan shop. “You hang furin on your office for goodluck. These charmed ones from Himeji chase the bad spirits away, like the Inari.”

Yuji and Nobara, this time, look over at him weirdly in uniform fashion.

Megumi flushes. “Or something, I don’t know!” he grumbles. “He doesn’t shut up about it ever! You’re bound to pick up on things!”

Nobara takes a closer look at the design. “These are November furin,” she notes. “Isn’t he born in December?”

“These aren’t for Gojo,” mumbles Megumi some more, growing more annoyed at being a glorified errand boy. “He wants to get this for Ieiri-san. She’d never buy it for herself, any way.”

“Shoko?” asks Yuji, bringing a basket over to their growing items and carefully untangling the threads. “Why?”

“Look at the price,” Megumi takes particular care in depositing the glass balls, because Gojo would know. He tugs the basket closer to him when he notices Nobara making grabby hands for it, but not before the price tag dangles in their line of vision just enough to see the staggering number.

Predictably, Yuji and Nobara gasp in horror.

“A ball of glass costs this much?!”

“This is almost my entire savings!”

Megumi waves them off easily, already making his way to the self-checkout. “They’re charmed by Shinto priests who used to be sorcerers,” he explains. “It makes sense.”

“I think growing up under Gojo’s black card has significantly altered your sense of price economics,” Nobara trails after him, still looking at the basket, but now with a little more glint in her eye that practically spelled out money. Megumi tucks it further into him. “A wind bell cannot seriously cost this much. It’s a fucking wind bell, Fushiguro.”

“A charmed wind bell,” Megumi emphasizes, depositing the basket carefully into the counter. “And when have you ever known Gojo to spare no expense?”

“For himself?” Yuji comes up at his side, also still a little shaken. “Almost always and in disgusting levels of hedonism. For other people? For this much?” he gestures at the price tag, wincing at the amount of 0s. “Never.”

“He pays for my tuition,” Megumi finds himself saying.

“You’re basically his son,” Yuji parrots back unyielding.

Megumi looks downright offended. “I,” he croaks out. “Am not.”

“Am too,” shoots Nobara, plucking off the wallet Megumi was halfway through rummaging. She zeroes in on the shiny black plastic and tugs it out, open mirth in her eyes. “And how nice for Daddy to give us endless shopping money.”

Megumi yanks it out of her hands. “This is only for emergency purposes.”

Nobara looks back and forth between him and what were essentially strips of paper tied to a transparent ball. “And this is an emergency?”

This time, the well-knowing smirk Megumi gives them clues them in on exactly how alike he’d unconsciously adapted some of Gojo’s more annoying quirks.

“With Ieiri-san?” he cocks a brow, wicked. “It might as well be a matter of life and death.”

-

“Gojo can’t say no to her,” Yaga comments. “Ever notice that?”

They’re at Yuji’s official homecoming party after being, for all intents and legal purposes, declared dead for the better part of 3 months. Cake is being munched on gleefully by the second years, Nobara threatening to make him a snowman out of icing if Yuji didn’t stop pestering her for all the latest gossip he missed out on in the jujutsu grapevine. Panda was stealthily trying to get more than the assigned 2 slices per person, Yuuta side-eyeing him in the moments he wasn’t busy hanging off Maki’s every word.

Megumi was somewhere between Gojo and Shoko, looking three lifetimes done with whatever conversation they were having. 

More than once Yaga saw him attempt to open his mouth, only to be silenced harshly by Gojo through a dismissive hiss, or as amicably by Shoko through a well-placed hand on his shoulder. Last Yaga passed them, he thinks he overheard Gojo say something about buying him an entirely new set of uniforms after he damaged some of it during the exchange. 

Absolutely not, Shoko seethed. The one he has right now is fine. People are dying and starving and you’re already on thin ice with your spending. Your spoiled charge will live, Gojo.

“Sorry, what?” Nanami asks, looking up from the newspaper he brought into the party because apparently being a jujutsu sorcerer didn’t divorce the corporate slave in him who always wanted to be updated on current affairs. “What’s this about Gojo?”

Yaga eyes his former students again, still verbally sparring. “How many times have you asked Gojo to formalize the severance pay for retired sorcerers?”

“Since before I even accepted his offer,” Nanami huffs, straightening his newspaper. “I made him promise to fulfill it during my interview.”

“And?” Yaga prods. “What’s the progress?”

It doesn’t take Nanami a beat to answer. “Nonexistent.”

Yaga chuckles, picking up a flask that was absolutely apple juice, ignoring Panda’s judging stare from across the room.

“Bring it up with Shoko,” he suggests. “She should know a thing or two from her experience interning in Sweden. Or better yet, wait for her to bring it up with Gojo.”

Nanami doesn’t look convinced. “Does she have that much admin pull?”

“Not with the admin,” Yaga looks on at Shoko dragging Megumi to the buffet table, handing him a plate that she starts unceremoniously piling with mountains of food. Gojo follows laboriously behind them, shoulders dejected and resigned.

Ah, Yaga thought, I thought so.

“But I think you'll find life has a way of working out in her favor no matter what happens.”

-

By the end of that week, Nanami walks into his office with a stack of papers neatly folded and labelled at his desk.

Tokyo Jujutsu Prefectural Highschool Severance Package Information Packet, the contents all formally printed and alphabetized. It even had a reference index and annotated tabs; such thoroughness and attention to detail he knows Gojo not only actively dislikes but also avoids. This is the work of someone with a more clinical routine, used to the feel and flow of paper and corporate bureaucracy.

And sure enough, when he flips through the proposal packet he devised, eyes glazing over the usual signatures—Yaga, Gagukanji, Utahime, etc.—stops short when he notes the signature next to Gojo’s under co-signee. 

Apparently all it took was Shoko barging into his office with a What’s this I hear about you not compensating retired sorcerers properly? for him to spring into action. But Nanami thinks amusedly, sinking further into his chair and remembering the instinctive way Gojo always buckled at even the slightest hint of discomfort from her, that it wasn’t so much as him acting out of principle; but maybe for something else entirely.

Something that went completely beyond it.

[quillsandblades]

🔫 this is a robbery, hand over your post war Levihan headcanons (please 😊)

The world needs to know

Post war levihan gives me life ok, they're both alive and happy and together and no one spoils that for me. It's canon. Isayama who?

Congratulations, the robbery was a success and here's the loot

So after the Rumbling and the Battle of Heaven and the Earth, these two retire. First they recover in the hospital, Hange’s burn injuries and Levi’s leg and they take a break to just breathe and relax. 

Once they’re on their feet (and wheelchair) Hange drags Levi to travel as many places as they can go.

Queen Historia funds their visits (Hange somehow convinced her to allocate a budget for them cuz she wanted to see everything. And as they were heroes of the war and her parents former superiors, she agreed) and they travel a lot.  

But it’s not just going places and having fun, They plan on helping out in the rebuilding of the areas affected by the Rumbling too. They go around aiding in reconstruction and Hange helps the mechanics and engineers and learns things from them too. 

Levi distributes clothes, food, and lollipops to kids who love him. Hange later teases him for looking too long at the lollipop, “You remembered that clown right?”

“No, I was thinking about how you chased after cars in Marley with carrots in your hand.” And she gets all embarrassed, crying out how she was just so excited that she couldn’t stop.  

And he says fondly, “There’s no need to get defensive four-eyes, I was happy to see you so excited after months back then.” And she blushes because wtf?! When was Levi so romantic? But then again, he was. When she was about to sacrifice herself and he’d given her his heart. 

They don’t talk about this, nor her proposal in the forest. They don’t need to, not yet. They’ve both reached a stage of familiarity and comfort with each other throughout the years which doesn’t need any words. They both just know and they’re fine with it (levihan telepathy at its peak) 

They stay with the brats whenever they stop by in Paradis—or at the palace and help out with Historia’s orphanage. Eventually they decide to buy a house since they won’t be traveling forever. It’s a nice little cabin in the woods, just like Hange had dreamt of. 

It turns into a kind of summer house, or a place to stay in whenever they stop at Paradis and rest. They have it renovated, repainted and furnished and it becomes their own cozy little place. 

Levihan eventually settle down in their cabin for good once traveling constantly becomes too hectic. They’re used to sharing a bed by now, they did it all the time in their travels, and it comes with the much needed comfort of having someone familiar close by after waking up from nightmares. 

But that night feels different, they’ve finally settled down and this cabin is no longer a temporary lodging for their stays in Paradis, it’s on its way to become their house, their home. A safe place to relax and live in. Just like what Hange yearned for in the forest when she proposed they live here together

So Levi turns to her and sees her awake as well, staring at him. They both know that now words are needed to solidify this thing between them. But neither of them know how to proceed

Hange goes first, cuz Levi may be the strongest, he’s still not the bravest when it comes to certain things. So Hange talks, shapes out their feelings into words and sentences and each sits warmly upon them both like an extra blanket in the chilly night. And when she’s done, Levi just pulls her close and there’s too many words, feelings stuck in his throat, his mind but all he can say is “Yes. Me too.” And he just kisses her, and they hold each other all through the night. 

They look after each other’s injuries, he takes care of her burns, she helps him with exercises for his leg. Both of them are a bit conscious about their injuries. There are times when Hange looks at her scarred, burnt body and she feels broken, weak and just falls into despair. She asks Levi how he can stand looking at her, how can he put up with her, does he want to? She’s not enough. 

But he takes her face in his hands and tells her she’s more than enough. And he places her hand on his own knee, the injured one and looks into her eye. It’s one of those levihan telepathy moments where he tells her with his eyes we’re both broken, you’re there for me and I’m here for you, so we’re each other’s crutches. 

Once again, they’re like two halves of a whole. Even after the war, with their flawed bodies and capabilities, they fit in together perfectly. She’s there as his support when he needs to walk and he’s there as the soothing balm to her burning scars. They don’t need anyone else. 

Things have changed, and now it’s Hange who helps Levi take a bath. She’s careful with him and Levi would tell her to wash his hair again and again, he likes how her fingers feel in his head. But the roles haven’t completely switched, he’d still drag her for a bath as well since she always neglects it. 

Levi is the cuddler.

While they both naturally wake up at the crack of dawn due to years of army training drilled into them, there are days they hold back and relax. But on those days Hange's usually the one who wants to jump out of bed first, there's just so much to do, how can she waste her day in bed? But it's levi who pulls her back and buries his face in her shoulder and cages her in his warm sleepy embrace and says, "Stay still four-eyes, those seedlings aren't going anywhere." And he just. Cuddles.

Hange goes wild in the garden, she plants all that she can get her hands on and Levi goes around ordering her to arrange it all neatly. And his help is needed, otherwise their garden would’ve been a terrible mess. He makes sure there are neat sectors to all the things, vegetables at one side and fruits at the other. 

“I’m telling you shorty, tomatoes are fruits! We’re not planting them on the veg side.” 

Levi’s got a side of the garden all for himself where he grows tea and he cherishes his little tea garden. Whenever Hange comes across any exotic or new species of tea, she makes sure to get plenty of seeds for Levi to plant. 

She goes about experimenting with plants and seeds, she does grafting and makes hybrid seeds and plants them to observe the results. They have plenty of land around the cabin and she’s got all the time in the world now. She also tries to make hybrid species of flowers. 

She works together with Levi and does the same things with tea. They end up opening a tea shop and Levi tells her it was once his dream as a kid. It gets a lot of customers, and it keeps Levi and Hange busy. Hange continues to experiment with tea and they get the most unique blends that way. Eventually they add a few other things to the menu but their tea remains the most famous one in Paradis.   

The 104th often visit their home or the shop. Armin’s often at their place, asking Hange for commander advice and they talk politics for long hours. 

Mikasa prefers the tea shop more, it’s a cozy, comfortable place, not too quiet, and not too loud. It suits her mood and the aroma of tea calms her down. Levi would often find her asleep in one of the cushy armchairs and just throw a blanket over her if it’s cold. She doesn’t like to go back home since it’s mostly empty and quiet (and she misses Eren, we don’t blame her) so Levihan often invite her over to their place. By now they’ve practically made the second guest room as Mikasa’s bedroom. She often spends the nights there and when she can’t sleep she comes out and sits on the porch. 

Levihan also have sleepless nights, so when their daughter she’s staying over they all gather outside or in the living room and have hot tea and talk to forget their worries. It’s a good way to keep unwanted memories away for all of them. The morning finds them all asleep on the carpet, Levi and Hange leaning into each other, Mikasa with often her head on Hange’s lap. 

Jean and Connie visit a lot as well, and whenever the 104th all come together, Hange makes sure they all stay the night no matter how much Levi grumbles about them being too noisy. She brushes off his complaints, he was always an old man hiding away from fun and excitement. 

They have drinking games on the porch and Hange and Levi get a lot of dares to kiss each other. They kids were always betting on them to get together, and now that they officially are, they wanna see all the proof they can get. Plus it’s good to see their tough captain all red faced and embarrassed. 

Whenever their Marley friends visit, Levi and Hange go meet them. Gabi and Falco get along surprisingly well with Levi, they steal him away from Hange for the day and zoom around the city with his wheelchair. He pretends to complain. Pretends. 

Pieck, Onyankopon and Hange get along the best together. They always fill her in about the situation of the world, the aftermath of the war. It starts out with just people collecting the pieces after the rumbling and focusing on rebuilding everything. But over the years as the states get stronger Hange and Levi get news about more conflicts, more schemes, no war in sight but the usual political disagreements and disunity. It saddens her how quickly humans revert back to their divided state, fighting once more over land or money or people. 

Pieck tells them they don’t have anything to worry about. They’ve retired, all they gotta do is enjoy the rest of their lives.  

Hange wants to write about their dead comrades, document everything about their lives within the walls and outside them, their training and the survey corps. She wants their memories to remain and Levi agrees on that. So they begin, it turns into a book with a few volumes. Hange writes down all she and Levi can remember and fills the pages with their friends’ laughter, tears and blood. The war and Paradis’ side of the story behind the genocide. 

It gets published and it’s a hit. People around the world would eventually read it (but by that time Levi and Hange would probably be dead) and it’s one of the crucial things that changes the views of the masses about the ‘Island Devils”

They talk about having children, Hange asks Levi if he wants any. The idea is nice, having a little brat of their own. But it turns out they’re too tired to manage a baby and the crying and wailing that comes with it and the attention it would demand. Besides they already do have children, the brats from the 104th. 

Perhaps if they were younger and had lived different lives, they would’ve been more serious about it. But not here. Now they’ve survived through hell and want to be selfish with the rest of their lives. And they are. 

💚💜

[hunzzzzz]

Tell me sweet little lies: part 2 (Kendall Roy x OFC)

Summary: Diane’s plan is working, slowly but surely. She plans another run in with him to get closer to him.

TW: smut/ forced orgasm / dom Kendall / multiple orgasms / P in V sex

A/N: guys Kendall is so hot in this, I was barking writing this sorry not sorry!! Enjoy!!!

Part 1

💄💃🏽🧣⛑️🌹🍎🍉🍒🌶️🥊🎸🚗❤️🧨🩸🎈🪭🖍️

Diane had been listening to Kendall for a week, so far she had heard a lousy hookup he had with some woman, but he failed miserably, unable to get it up. She then heard his breakdown that followed pursuit, “Pull yourself together, you are Kendall fucking Roy. Everyone wants you, anyone would be lucky to have you. It was one time, it was just too much whiskey, you’re okay, your dick could survive fucking world war 3 and still have ammo— fucking pull yourself together.”

She heard him meditating every night, organizing his schedule with his assistant on the phone, calling his dealer, nothing significant yet, nothing she could use. While she waited for her smoking gun, she moved her plan into phase 2: get closer to him.

She would have to get him vulnerable enough to talk to her, open up to her, share his endless life blunders with her.

Diane walked into his usual bar, she had ensembled an outfit acquired to his taste, something to accentuate her figure. She made it look effortless, dressed like an office siren, her ample breasts peeking out of her button down which she left the first 3 buttons open, the curve of her ass fit snug in her skirt. She strategically ripped her tights, conforming to the look of: ‘I’ve had a long day at the office, I’m just trying to blow off some steam’.

She pretended like she didn’t see him as she walked in, she found a place at the bar and sat perched on a stool. She sipped on her espresso martini, letting her skirt ride up her thighs. And surely enough like an unwrapped lollipop she drew him in like a nasty fly.

“Is this seat taken?” She glanced up at him and gestured for him to sit down.

“Sorry, do I know you?” She furrowed her brows, feigning confusion.

Kendall was taken aback by her bluntness, but a smirk found its way into his face, “By the way you were screaming my name the other night, I would think you do know me,” he said into the open air, not giving a fuck who heard.

His overconfidence burned bright, the fact that he thought she had the best sex of her life was almost laughable.

“Oh right,” Diane perched her boxy glasses up her nose, ones that she had specifically sleeved today to appear younger and more approachable. “Sorry you were just very forgettable.”

Kendall’s jaw twitched, he had never been so blatantly disrespected before, no one had ever made him feel as worthless as Diane did. He wanted to bend her over his knee and spank her straight.

“Okay, then tonight I’ll give you something you fucking remember every time you close your fucking eyes,” his eyes were darker now.

“You’re very confident in your ability to pick up a girl at the bar,” she laughed, the sound was a sweet melody.

“It’s not hard, I got you before didn’t I?” He leaned back in his chair, shrugging off his blazer, “what are you drinking I’ll get you another.”

“You think buying me a drink is gonna get me in bed with you?” Diane raised a brow, “you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

“Oh don’t worry, baby. I’m just getting started.” He winked ushering the bartender over.

“I’ll have another espresso martini.”

“I’ll have the same,” he added.

“You’re not gonna like it,” Diane snorted, he was trying too hard, it was almost sad to watch.

“I wanna see what all the hype is about, I’m seeing it all over socials.” He shrugged.

“It’s a young people drink, you should stick to your whiskey.”

“Fuck you, I’m not that old.” He grumbled, unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt and rolling them up. He hated how hard he had to work for this girl, getting pussy was never hard for him, he just had to flash his credit card and girls would bend over. He had gotten her the first time by dumb luck, but now she was making him chase her.

“You’re old enough to be a dad,” Diane snickered, she loved seeing the vein in his forehead pop with every remark she made.

“Old enough to be your dad?” He raised his brows, he still didn’t know how old she was, or her name for that matter. He hadn’t bothered to find out her name before, he didn’t think they'd cross paths again. But after his failed hookup he thought maybe it might be easier to recycle a body, though it was still a challenge.

“You're getting there big boy,” she clinked her glass with his and they both took a sip. Kendall immediately grimaced, the taste was bitter and unpleasant. “Told you, you wouldn’t like it.” She said matter of factly.

“Right, I’ll leave this for you brain rotted fucking uh gen fucking whatever you call yourselves,” he slid the glass over to her and ordered a whiskey on the rocks.

“We’re calling ourselves Gen Z, actually.” She traced the rim of her glass with a finger, leaning forward giving him a delicious view of her cleavage.

“Don’t fuck with me right now, how old are you actually?” He asked in all seriousness, yes the sight of her tits made him hard, but he still had to weigh out the pros and cons. “Like am I gonna be put on a watchlist now? Do I need to call my fucking lawyer?”

“Jeez calm down,” she reassured him, she couldn’t afford to scare him away, she decided to change her tactics and be less of a bitch, he clearly frightened easily. “I’m 24, I’m legal.”

“24?” He pursed his lips, he didn’t believe her. She looked younger, her attitude certainly made her sound like a spoiled 20 year old in college.

“Do you want me to show you some ID?” She joked, but was surprised when he nodded. So she had to commit and pulled out her learner’s permit and waved it in front of his face, “there, is that all the proof you need? Or do you want my birth certificate too?”

Kendall quickly snapped the ID off her, holding it out of her reach as he studied the photo, she looked a lot younger in it, her hair was shorter, was it bad that it made him even harder the thought of how succulent her younger body would have been.

“Give it back,” she struggled to snatch it off him, her heart was beating faster now, she never planned to reveal her identity to him. Even though it wasn’t a massive bump in the road, she wrote under a pseudonym, but she still didn’t want him knowing her at such a personal level.

He finally handed it back to her, and she tucked it away in her wallet with a huff. “So…. Diane,” he smirked, having learned her name now, “you still can’t drive, huh?” He grinned, he finally had the upper hand now, he now had enough information about her to laugh at her expense.

“If you must know, I can drive. I just don’t have a full license.” She folded her arms over her chest defensively.

“Uh-huh. But you still can’t drive a car without supervision.” He grinned, he was enjoying this now, “you know if you want, I can teach you.”

“Thanks for the offer,” she leaned in closer, “but I think you know first hand that I can ride just fine.” She stroked a hand up his thigh.

Kendall held her hand, stopping it from grabbing at his crotch. He cleared his throat flustered by her suggestive comment, her ability to make him hard without even touching his dick amazed him. She was obnoxious, blunt and even bratty but it turned him on all the more.

Diane pulled away from him and ordered another drink, Kendall didn’t, saying that he was done for the night.

“Scared of limp dick? I hear whisky dick is a real problem with men of ……. your age.” Diane bit her lip, poking the bear, trying to get a reaction from him. And for some reason that was the last straw for Kendall.

He was fucking her into the mattress, his hand at the back of her neck, pushing her face into the pillow, “You not gonna run your mouth anymore?” He taunted, his pace was brutal, she let him play out his sick fantasy, his need to feel dominant over someone. “Are you gonna be a good girl and behave now?”

He smacked her ass, groaning as he watched the fat jiggle, smoothing a hand over it. He flipped her over onto her back, “please,” she whined, playing the role of a fragile little girl, “please Kendall.” She cried and whimpered under him, telling him he was too big, it was too much, he was too good, whatever she needed to say to get him off.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, biting her collar bone, sucking on her flesh. He thrusted back into her, harder, “you won’t be able to run that dirty little mouth of yours when I’m done with you.”

She pulled him down into a kiss, she hated how intimate it was, but she needed him to shut up if she was going to get through this. He bit her bottom lip, claiming it as his own, with a possessive hunger.

“You like that, yeah?” He grunted, throwing her legs over his shoulders, his knees slotted under her thighs, the angle was beyond anything she had experienced before, she cried out feeling him so deep inside her, it felt like his cock had entered a sacred space inside of her, one that had never been touched by anyone before, “you like that don’t you, you dirty little slut.” He held her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh, “has anyone ever fucked you like this before?”

“No,” she gasped, honestly no one had ever been rough like this with her, the feeling was exhilarating. She had given up control for once in her life, he tossed her around like a rag doll, his hips rutting into her at an unforgivable pace.

“You need to be put back into your place, so fucking take it,” he continued, abusing her pussy. He liked watching her face scrunch up in pure bliss under him, her eyes shut, lips agape. He pulled out of her and took the opportunity to ram his member into her mouth, fucking her throat raw.

Her eyes flew open, caught off guard, she choked and gagged on him, her hands gripping his thighs, as he forced himself, deeper down her throat and released his seed, “swallow.” He pulled out of her once he had ensured she did.

He climbed off her and collapsed next to her, taking a moment to catch his breath, “fuckkk that mouth of yours,” he sighed, pulling her into him, tucking her head in the crook of his neck, “you’re not as innocent as you look.”

He sat up crisscrossed, pulling her into his lap, her legs draped over his thighs, “I think you deserve a reward,” he tried to pry her legs open.

“No, Kendall, it's fine.” She tried to push his hand away.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He fought her, managing to slide his index down her mound and through her folds, “I’m trying to do something nice for you, just fucking let me.”

“I don’t want you to,” she clawed at his wrist, trying to push him away. She had done this tango many times where men would try to touch her, and having to fake an orgasm. She knew her own body at this point, she knew he wouldn’t be able to either.

“Stop being a brat,” he growled, feeling the sharp pain as her nails drew blood.

“Stop,” she scrambled off him, he pinned her on her stomach, using his tie and bound her hands behind her back, “no please Kendall, stop. I’m serious.”

He had her splayed out on his lap, ignoring her pleas as she squirmed around on his plush thighs. He shoved her panties in her mouth, to stop her cries. Parting her legs, his thick fingers lazily stroked her clit.

He smirked, nuzzling his stubble into the side of her cheek, his lips finding their place in her ear, "that feel good?”

Diane mewed making a sound of disagreement, his middle finger trailed down to her gaping hole, pumping her slowly, her cheeks flushed as she fought it.

“Just relax,” he gripped her hip with his other hand, “just give in to it, you know you want to.” He added another finger and then a third, slowly her body eased up, “that’s it, you like that don’t you?”

Kendall loved how easily he could slip inside of her, how she was dripping down into his thigh, cunt aching, core throbbing for him. His ears perked up at the sweet sounds of her wet pussy taking his fingers in, the wet schlick sounds filling the room.

For once Diane had been forced to give up control, she could only focus on the sensation of being stretched out by his thick digits, his thumb pressing down on her pulsating swollen nub. All her senses were heightened, her cheeks flushed, looking down at his fingers making light work of her, his pace increasing, and the way he was so sweetly purring filthy words into her ear. . . she could feel a sensation start to build— a very foreign sensation, one she had never experienced before— not by anyone or even herself. She had tried touching herself multiple times but could never achieve it.

She was moaning and drooling now, his fingers picked up again, slamming deep inside of her, curling just enough. His thumb circled her clit remaining slow in contrast, creating a dizzying combination that had her clenching around him and calling out his name, muffled through the makeshift gag. Desperate for him to continue.

The feeling returned. It almost felt like she needed to pee. Her eyes rolled back as she tried to fight back the feeling, but he was rubbing her and touching her and fucking her too good for her to hold anything back.

“You’re so close, just focus, focus on me, focus on the feeling. It feels good, yeah?” She gasped, her legs quivering, back arched at a painful angle. but it was too late, before he even had the chance to slow down, she squirted. Her juices coating his hands, his fingers, dripping down along his arm and onto the sheets below.

“Oh baby. . ." he whispered shakily, "where were you hiding that from me?" She could hear the smirk in his voice clear as day as he spoke into her ear.

He took her panties out of her mouth, which were soaked with saliva, untied her hands. Her back gave out, still reeling in the aftermath of her first orgasm ever, she collapsed in his arms. He picked her up and took her to the bathroom, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her wetness smearing around the front of him. She didn’t know why she let him, but her brain was a cloud of fog at that point.

He ran the bath, setting the water temperature and lowered her down into it, “you did so good.” He soothed her, scrubbing her chest with a loofa, “how are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” Diane’s voice was raw, dry from the fabric that had been constricting it. She cleared her throat to sound more composed but it still came out brittle, “I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh,” he moved onto her back, his touch tender. He wore a proud smile, he felt like a man again, “your welcome.”

“I never asked you for it, did I?” She snapped, inching away from him.

“You didn’t have to ask, I already know you have a stick shoved so far up your ass,” he rolled his eyes, “so yeah your fucking welcome,” he threw the loofa at her and climbed into the tub sitting behind her, “just relax, your so fucking tense,” he eased her back against his chest, leaning back against the tub.

She loosened up to his touch, “I just don’t like random men touching me.”

His hands slid down her sides, squeezing her thighs, parting them under the water, “random men who make you squirt?” His hand traveled between her legs, rubbing her, she sighed at his forbidden thigh, her eyes fluttering shut, “tell me, was that your first orgasm?”

She felt uneasy sharing that information with anyone, but he seemed to already know somehow, “yes,” she whispered her voice barely audible, his fingers continued working away at her.

“You know you try to act like such a big bad girl, but you’re just an innocent flower, just a little baby,” he chuckled, the sound rich against her neck.

She wanted to shove him away, tell him off but the words got lost in her throat, she gripped his forearms, her second orgasm approaching fast, “give me another, I know you got it in you.” His cock was hardening again, feeling her squirm around against him, he lifted her hips up and planted her down on it, the water making its slide in with ease like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle, “fuck I fill you up so nicely, this pussy was made for me. I need to feel you when you cum.”

“Kendall, I can’t. Please,” She gasped at the intrusion, her body felt weak, his fingers moving wonderfully and the slow thrust of his hips up into her made her shudder around him, her walls clenching around him, her head falling back onto his shoulder.

How was he doing this to her, how had he given her 2 orgasms in one night. She had boyfriends before, but no one was ever successful at pleasure, at some point Diane convinced herself that she was incapable of ever having an orgasm. She enjoyed sex, she enjoyed the feeling of penetration, but it was never enough for her to get there. Her ex boyfriend had tried to eat her out, but she was too in her head to enjoy the experience, she couldn’t turn her thoughts off. But with Kendall it was different, she could let go. Even though her biggest fear was losing control, she willingly gave control of her body to him.

“Yeah cum all over my cock, good girl.” He groaned, kissing her jaw, speeding his pace up, edging closer to his own climax, he pulled out of her and released. They sat there in the lukewarm water catching their breath.

He helped her out of the bath and gave her a towel to dry off, “you want some clothes?” He offered.

“No, I need to head,” she shook her head, rooting around for her discarded clothing, “I have work in the morning.”

Kendall stepped out of his wardrobe dressed in a fresh pair of briefs and a t-shirt, “uh yeah, yeah sure okay.” He nodded, watching her get dressed.

“Where’s my underwear?” She asked, crawling on the floor to look under the bed, giving Kendall a shameless view of her ass cheeks peeking under her skirt.

“I don’t know it’s probably somewhere around here,” he pretended to look on the bed, knowing well he had stashed them away in his closet, “I can give you a spare pair of briefs?”

“It’s okay, I’ll just go commando,” she pulled her tights over her bare pussy, driving Kendall insane. Yes they just went 2 rounds but he was ready to go for a third. She made it impossible for his dick to stay soft.

He brushed her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ears, “So Diane, when will I uh, see you again?”

“Soon,” she smirked, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth, she brushed past him to leave.

“Wait, are you not gonna give me your number?” He grabbed her hand.

“Figure it out,” she winked, and slipped out the front door. This time she was confident that he would scope her out, she had given him her all tonight, more than she had bargained for.

And surely enough the next night she got a text from an unknown number: I found your underwear, when do you want to come and get it?

part 3

[dullgecko]

i want to say that one of the bad kids is that friend that ALWAYS has candy on hand. thing is i can't decide which one would be the best fit because i can think of reasons for all of them to be that friend.

- adaine might keep sour candy on hand to help stop anxiety attacks, but she could technically get whatever from her jacket at a moment's notice.

- fabian loves to spoil his friends and fancy expensive sweets is one of the ways he does it.

- kristen's parents would rarely let her have candy and now, trying to catch up on her childhood, she hoards them like the world is going to end.

- gorgug has emergency chocolate, he finds it helps him calm down when he's stressed out.

- riz stashes hard candy and lollipops to suck on when he's thinking, instead of chewing his pens, which explode if he accidentally bites too hard.

- fig's just always had a massive sweet tooth in general, she's been the candy friend long before she met the bad kids.

there are fucking copious amounts of sugar in this friend group.

Adaine doesnt really need to carry things around with her because of her jacket but is definitely the person who will start handing candy out to people if they look like they need it. She will sometimes hand out cookie that she made herself though.

Fabian doesnt really eat sweets himself but is the kind of person who will spot someone favorite candy in a store, buy it for them, and slip it into their bag or house without them noticing. The front pocket of his school bag has a bunch of different hard candies in it because his friends all like different flavours (also some fancy jerky because if given the choice between candy or meat Riz and Gorgug will choose meat every time)

Kristen has a snack-cupboard in her room and her selection is extensive. If you're craving something while at Mordred you can USUALLY find something to satisfy it inside the hoard. The bottom of her bag is also littered with different candies and sweets, but you need to check the expiration dates before snacking because some have been in there a while.

Gorgug is for sure the chocolate guy, but he also likes gummy sour candies even though they get stuck in his teeth. He shares the sour ones with Adaine whenever she's stressed.

Riz's office has so many giant jars of candy that he for sure did not buy himself. He leaves them on the desk for his clients but cant resist dipping into the supply whenever he needs something to suck on while thinking. He's got a horrible habit of crunching on the candy though, but at least he doesnt have to worry about cracking a tooth or cavities. Goblins loose their teeth frequently and grow them back often.

Figs pockets crinkle because she always has half a packet of SOMETHING shoved into her jacket. It's different every day because she goes through them so fast, but shares with her friends constantly. She's got shit aim with projectile weapons but has MASTERED a game where she flicks a candy at Riz and he catches it in his mouth from across a cafeteria table.

[cheshirecatuniverse]

If Rocky had a baby sister

notes: this may be off canon a little!! im making rocky late twenties-ish. featuring: white rascals

The most important thing for Rocky is for his little sister to be able to sleep safely under a roof. From the moment he finished the last meal his mother ever made for him, he had went to the portable crib that she was sleeping soundly in, carried her carefully, and never looked back.

He lived paycheck to paycheck until he opened Club Heaven. Do you know how expensive formula is?? Rocky had to learn, and learn how to raise a baby all together.

White Rascals wouldn't know about Rocky's sister until he would allow them to know.

Koo, however, would slowly learn about it due to the odd errands he gets every so often. Like buying $3 watercolors and disney princess cups.

Then, finally, during the daytime, Rocky walks in Club Heaven with a small child holding his hand.

Kizzy was the most offended from the secret while Kaito was indifferent.

Koo was the most nonchalant and was silently patting himself in back for being a good detective.

"Well, what is she doing here then?" Kizzy says as she looks across the room. His sister sitting on one of the white couches, swinging her feet happily as she goes through her backpack.

"The nanny is sick," Rocky sighs, not entirely convinced this is the best idea. Little did he know this wouldn't be the last time.

His sister would be shy at overwhelming new faces. Hiding or revolving near her big brother for some time.

Koo would be the most patient with her, kneeling down with a warm expression and asking if she was hungry, thirsty, or wanted to watch something on one of the Club Heaven TVs.

Sometimes, when the Club Heaven dancers come in way early before opening hours, they like to coo and awe at how adorable Rocky's little sister is.

Kizzy is quick to spoil her, making sure she gets lollipops from Rocky's stash. Brushing her hair or playing games while Rocky's busy.

"Kizzy, Kizzy, Kizzy," She heard little footsteps running at her, tugging at her jacket. "It's ballerina time!"

Kaito watched as the two posed and twirled around for a good 10 minutes.

At the start of the school year, Rocky made sure to walk his sister inside. As soon as she saw where she was supposed to go, she turned around and nudged Rocky away with her small hands.

In her little voice, she looked up to him and said, "I don't need you now, Rocky. Byebye."

He locked himself in his lounge at Club Heaven for a good hour. Koo, standing by the entrance, could hear sniffling.

Rocky cooks like a michelin chef, no one will ever compare to her big brother's cooking.

Rocky tries to give her the very best of anything and everything. She spoiled in toys, clothing, and most importantly, love.

Rocky always, always, reminds her that if anyone tries to hurt her or she feels uncomfortable with someone that she should tell him. He thinks it's important to have her trust at an early age, wanting to protect his little sister always.

She would want to have tea parties, with Rocky, and of course, he would do what she asked.

At random times, she'd run up to him and drag him to the living room so that they could build the worlds biggest pillow fort.

One time, she'd asked to put sticker rhinestones on his grill, and he has a problem of not saying no to her, so he lets it happen.

After she stuck a bunch of those plastic rhinestones on his teeth, she turned off the lights to the room. Rocky was confused until a flashlight was aimed at his teeth.

She cheered, "Party time!"

Rocky was a walking disco ball.

Once a week, she'd want a night where she and Rocky would wear face masks and make him paint her nails, and Rocky honestly has no idea where she got the idea from?? But he very quickly learned how to paint her little nails, the bright pink she'd like, without messing up.

He has five albums worth of baby pictures. (He's the 'BITCH I'M A MOTHER, NO DRAMA'.)

Obviously, Rocky has been getting into fights his whole life. But when his sister was old enough to notice the scratches and bruises she'd care a lot.

"Shhh, Shhh," Rocky would gently call her name as she cried at the sight. She was scared. He had knelt down, wiping her tears with his sleeve. "I'm okay. I promise I'm okay."

She jumped in for a hug and he continued to soothe her.

"You pinky promise?"

"I pinky promise."

When she was learning to speak, his favorite thing to that she would repeat was, "I love you." Before he'd leave the house, he would call to her and he'd say it, and then she would with a hug. He'd wondered how such a small human being could give the world's biggest hugs.

As a toddler, she'd wake up at random hours of the night. When he saw her up from her crib, he'd sit right next to it and sing her something so she'd fall asleep. Sometimes, she would even hum along, which was the most adorable thing imaginable.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," Rocky would sing.

"Aaaaa, Aaaaa, Aaaa," She would blabber with him.

Moments like those reminded him he still had a family. She was her family, and that could be enough for him.

[k-dokja]

Hey, I feel messy these days because of the latest spoiler from naver ch, and I miss Daniel. So can I request a cute/fluff oneshot with Daniel & fem reader based on ch 448?

"Asking for Vin's help? You're begging for a whole world of hurt."

The strawberry lollipop in your mouth tastes sour. None of the artefact sweetness it's meant to possess is doing anything to offset the foulness on your tongue. You've meant to get the candy to occupy your mind while Daniel deals with Vin, but after seeing them talk, you come to the conclusion that your action has been futile.

"At least, I'm not going in unprepared this time." Daniel smiles at you. If that's his way of reassuring you, then he has failed big time.

You shrug, "You always go in prepared, when did that ever help you? I can't even be glad you've organized your friends this time, you lot are going to get your ass beat together."

"My darling girlfriend," Daniel feigns offence with a dramatic sigh, his hand clutching his chest, "your faith in me is abysmal, what shall I ever do?"

You stick your tongue at him, blowing a raspberry, "Why don't you stop goofing around and stop risking your neck for others for once?" You pull the lollipop out of your mouth, swinging it like a miniature sword, "The world isn't going to self-destruct if you aren't around to play hero—Mmph!"

He moves fast. You'll give him that. By the time his lips are on yours, you don't even know where to focus, his fingers wrapping around your wrist or his hand cupping the side of your face. Maybe neither of that matters, all that you can feel is the softness of his lips on yours.

A side effect of your boyfriend's newfound confidence is his boldness when it comes to affection. Even back when Daniel was in possession of his taller body, he was nowhere near this straightforward with his adoration for you even when the two of you are alone. It's perplexing but you can't say you mind it.

But you are a bit befuddled when Daniel tugs at your lower lip between his teeth. You can't even tell if the warmth in your cheeks is from embarrassment or anger. "What was that for?" You pout.

"I was wondering what your lollipop tastes like," he smiles, "you keep swinging it about."

You aren't convinced by his words, not when he has that glimmer in his eyes that spells you a world of troubles. "You could've gotten one of your own."

"Oh, but I like yours better," he kisses you again, quick and sweet this time, before pulling away.

"Daniel!" You know he's simply trying to silence your complaining with his kisses. It both infuriates you and melts your inside faster than you can protest. He has no right to have such influence over you, especially when you're trying to be mad at him.

But he succeeds anyway, "Sorry, you're just too cute, I can't help it," he brushes his nose with yours, grinning, "so cute that I will feel so bad for doing this."

"Wh—Daniel!"

Daniel shoves your lollipop inside his mouth, ripping it away from your feeble hold. He quickly takes a step back from reach, his grin is a triumphant one in front of you.

"Hey! Give it back!" You yell before you can think twice about it, but in hindsight, it's probably a bad idea.

Curse Daniel and curse his growth spurt. He manoeuvres around you easily and buys enough time to crunch the lollipop with his teeth. Your eyes widen when he plucks the stick out of his mouth. "Oops," only then, he allows you to come close enough to smack him for his misdeeds.

"Ugh, how dare you!" You grumble, slapping at his shoulder. You aren't that attached to the lollipop, but his actions annoy you enough to spur you forward. "Are you seriously so childish that—"

Daniel slots his mouth against yours with practised ease again. With the nudge of his tongue, you part your mouth open to give him access. You should be madder at him, you really should, but when he smiles against your lips, nought else really matters.

"Sorry," he says. Only now you notice his cheeks are flushed pink, too. "Here's your candy back."

There's a sweetness that tastes sour in your mouth. Vaguely, you've come to realize what he just did, but another inspection fuel your fire again. "This is only half of the lollipop!"

"Whoops!"

Seriously, how are you going to deal with him?

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of Halloween themed One Direction fics as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

😈 knock knock, i love you by beautlouis / @thelovejandles

(E, 86k, uni) Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy.

😈 A Twist of Fate by @perfectdagger

(T, 59k, Just My Luck Au) Louis, who apparently is the luckiest man in the world according to his friends, might have his fate and luck twisted when he crosses path with a handsome and mysterious bloke dressed up as Zorro at Syco Entertainment Press Corp’s Halloween party.

😈 love is divine by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci

(M, 25k, witch Harry) Being a witch doesn't help when it comes to unrequited love.

😈 got me feelin' like by @levelofcharm

(E, 12k, party) Strangers, Harry and Louis, accidentally wore matching costumes, leading everyone to think they're a couple when they definitely are not.

😈 Happy HalLouWeen by SunTomato / @sun-tomato

(G, 11k, cat Louis) Harry ends up with a cat. It's wildly stubborn and has bright blue eyes. It's maybe also cute.

😈 Wasn't Looking by @berzerkshires

(M, 10k, soulmates) AU It is well known that the first time soulmates touch they leave a vivid mark on their partner’s skin. Well one morning Louis wakes up with a bright stripe across his cheekbone and no idea what happened.

😈 Rainy Days and Leaves by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

(E, 9k, coffee shop) Louis works at a coffee shop and spells Harry's name wrong on his cups.

😈 Just Like You by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(G, 7k, party) Harry had been planning his perfect costume and looking forward to wearing it all month.

😈 Fallen treats by @sweariwouldnt

(NR, 6k, trick or treating) Harry hates both Halloween and Louis Tomlinson.

😈 My Arms Are Hungry For You by @afirethatcannotdie

(T, 6k, party) the one where Harry and Louis meet at Nick Grimshaw's Halloween party and things go better than anyone could have expected.

😈 All's Well That Ends Better by graceling_in_a_suit / @graceling-in-a-suit

(G, 5k, party) Louis goes to a Halloween party as a Hobbit and finds himself a Gandalf. 

😈 Let You Lick the Lollipop by @allwaswell16

(E, 4k, party) Louis may be throwing a Halloween costume party for a lot of drunk college students, but that doesn’t mean he can’t also hand out candy to trick-or-treaters.

😈 our gentle sin by @phdmama

(E, 4k, uni) A priest and a nun walk into a bedroom.What will happen next?

😈 Cookbooks and Toothpicks and One Lizard by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 3k, witch Harry) It’s as if for 364 days they forget what his profession is entirely, and then all remember at the same moment on the morning of October 31st. Oh yeah! I have a friend who is a witch! 

😈 Messtival by @kingsofeverything

(T, 3k, teacher) Harry just wants some good candy for the school's annual fall festival, but someone buys it all before he can get any.

😈 Cat & Mouse by @jaerie

(E, 2k, secret identity) It's the one day out of the year that Harry doesn't have to hide and can be himself — at least he thought so. Louis is just a little more observant than he anticipated.

😈 Exposed by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(M, 666 words, art) Louis should really stop agreeing to do favours for his friends while drunk, especially when they result in him becoming a live-art model…

😈 A Halloween M(ass)hap by @lululawrence

(NR, 666 words, costume) He’d been so distracted by his roommate’s cleaning and fussing while he had been looking for the perfect trousers for Liam’s annual Halloween fancy dress party that he’d not realised the black leather trousers he’d chosen to complete his vampire look were arseless.

😈 Vintage Suit by @juliusschmidt

(M, 666 words, masturbation) Louis takes off his Halloween costume.

—Rare Pairs—

😈 leave my life outside (or let me in) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 52k, Zayn/Liam) Halloween is the one night a year where people won’t look at them and immediately recognize them for who they are. It’s the one night a year where their horns or talons are considered to be part of a costume.

😈 wonder what it's like by eynap / @panye

(E, 4k, Niall/Shawn Mendes) Niall uses his Halloween magic to make photos of the male model he's obsessed with come to life. Instead, he accidentally summons the real-life model, Shawn, to his workroom.

[shinestarhwaa]

ATEEZ AS BOY/GIRL DADS

Dad!Ateez is my weakness.

First of all, I think all members would be lovely parents if they ever were to be one, and I don't necissarily think they'd prefer one sex of the baby over the other, but this is how I picture them :)

I also put how many kids I expect them to have! This is totally for fun and not at all based on anything <3

Enjoy!

Hongjoong (1 boy, 1 girl)

I totally see Hongjoong as a twin dad actually. I see him having boy-girl twins. He'd take care of them so well, always values the moments they have together and teach them all about the world.

So cute <3

Seonghwa (3 boys, 2 girls)

I feel like Seonghwa would want a bunch of babies (I'm seriously thinking 3, 4 or even 5), so he'd probably have boys and girls, but I think he would be particularly exited about having a boy. He'd love to teach the boy how to find himself and help him through his struggles through life.

Yunho (2 girls, 1 boy)

I think Yunho would just die to have a little girl in his arms. She would be daddy's princess and he would probably spoil her rotten (getting judgy looks from the members when he buys her a fourth frickin lollipop.)

Yeosang (2 boys)

I think Yeosang would be a boy dad! He'd love to play sports with them and take them to practice, support them at every school test thing and he'd play lots of games!

San (2 girls, 1 boy)

I see San having both a boy and a girl, but I think he'd be especially exited when he's having a girl. Like Yunho, he'd be happy to have a little princess in his arms and he'll tell the whole world how proud he is.

Mingi (1 boy)

I totally see Mingi with a little boy. Like Yeosang he'd be so exited and follow him in every step. He'd probably take thousands of pictures and selfies and would never make him upset or feel unloved.

Wooyoung (2 boys, 1 girl)

Although I strongly feel Wooyoung being a total boy dad, I think he'd have an insane weakness for his little girl. He'd treat her like a princess and make sure his boys are well behaved and raised proudly.

Jongho (2 boys)

Jongho is just a boy dad. I see him playing sports with his boys and he'd love to give them advice about life.

I feel like he's also the type to share a lot of stories.

"When I was your age..."

LOL XD

[chussyracing]

The 2006-vintage Midland rumour I mentioned in my uQuiz submission in full. See if you can guess the actual rumour(s) that sparked the forum DIY rumour mill thread:

The reason why Albers is rumoured to be leaving MF1 is because he is due to lead MF1's very first prototype Le Mans effort in 2007. He will be partnering Coulthard (the guy's got to have somewhere to go after Schumacher ousts him from Red Bull) and Vanina Ickx (Midland's lead driver in DTM). Audi are rumoured to be very, very worried…

When Tiago isn't doing Le Mans, he will be racing for Toyota. Red Bull will decide a Schumacher-Schumacher line-up was irresistible, and Toyota will regard Tiago as a natural replacement.

Juan Pablo has reportedly requested a transfer to NASCAR racing. "Tiago in a bigger team is really bad news - if I turned my car into a mobile road block in front of him again, I probably wouldn't get out of the pitlane for all the angry Toyota and MF1 employees. At least in NASCAR nobody minds too much if I get involved in crashes…"

Alain Prost is hoping to make some radical changes to MF1 when he arrives in the No. 1 MF1 seat after Monaco. Johnny Herbert will be moved from PR in order to allow JH to set up a new "MF1 Racing Academy". To enable the MF1 Racing Academy to be established, Alex Schnaider will buy the whole GP2 series from Flavio Briatore (who wants more time to keep track of Alonso's contracts). The five MF1 test drivers will spend their non-testing time teaching approximately half the world's single-seater racers how to improve their technique.

Other changes include recruiting Mika Hakkinen as a part-time liaison between MF1 and Toyota. Toyota will respond to this by guaranteeing MF1 engines until (to quote Toyota's spokesperson) "the sky falls down and pitlane lollipops grow on trees." Mika will also be taking Vanina Ickx's vacated seat (see previous rumour).

The fact that Alain Prost won't be at MF1 until after Monaco means that there will be three races to fill. As widely reported, Colin Kolles will race at the Nurburgring. He has sportingly allowed Alex Schnaider and Señor Bourbon-Thingimajig to share a race seat in Spain. The mysterious accountant at Midland's largest steel factory, known only as "Mr. Twoflower" will race at Monaco. Apparently he was so fast in testing at Silverstone last month that he caused the timing server to crash, which was why no further MF1 times were recorded for that session…

it is my fault for reading in a moving vehicle and getting lightheaded but i cannot stop giggling at montoya being referenced to as juan pablo 🤭