#and doing this would both help me with time management and quite possibly overwhelm me

[aria0fgold]

It might be the lack of sleep, or the boredom, but I'm going to do a very pro gamer move and make my October, November, and December schedules fully packed by adding challenges. By that I mean I wanna do whumptober for October, Nanowrimo for November, and miscellaneous stuff for December.

I need a calendar for that. Like, I wanna do whumptober for my OCs (I'm sorry dears for the pain but I wanna practice) to get my brain juices running in preparation for Nanowrimo in November, but like not officially Nanowrimo, basically I wanna spend the November writing for my OMORI fics, just completely unedited stuff to get me started on em again. And theeeenn edit em to be uploaded during December.

[xomakara]

Love Me Now

SUMMARY | Jeno just wants to love you. PAIRING | Jeno/Reader GENRE | smut with no plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), fingering, vaginal sex, shower sex RATING | Mature LENGTH | 4763 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Finally a solo one for Jeno. I’m literally running out of plots haha

"Please..." You were backed against the wall, your hands in front of you to stop his advances.

"I can't take it anymore." He leaned into you again, pinning one of your wrists up against the wall with one hand. His other hand moved to your face and he softly ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "Do you really want me to stop, Y/N?"

Your heart raced and there was a thin film of sweat covering your body as he kissed you. You couldn't remember ever wanting anyone this badly before.

"Jeno..." You whispered his name, reaching up to push his chest but he stopped you by running his finger from your temple to your jawline.

"Just what have you done to me, Princess?" Jeno whispered, leaning forward and biting your lower lip gently before nipping at it.

You wanted him so badly that you ached, feeling lightheaded and breathless as he continued his onslaught on your mouth. All you could think about was the feel of his tongue in your mouth, his strong hands on your waist.

He pulled away slowly, looking at you with a lustful glint in his eyes. "Y/N..." He breathed. "Will you give me permission to touch you?"

"Jeno...I-" Your mind couldn't even process what he had asked you.

His eyes dropped to your lips. "Yes?"

You bit your lip. He lowered his head and your eyes closed voluntarily when he pressed a soft kiss against your lips. It wasn't quite enough, not nearly enough to satisfy you. The words hung heavy in the air between you both as you stood staring at each other. He ran his hand down your back, his fingers trailing lightly along your spine until he reached the small of your back.

"Jeno..." You murmured, still trying to wrap your head around what was happening. "What if the others saw us? What would they think?"

He laughed under his breath. "What would it matter if you and I got caught?"

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out.

"Y/N..." He whispered, bringing his lips close to yours again. "Tell me yes or no."

You blinked once, twice and then again. There was nothing left in your brain except an overwhelming need to feel his lips on yours again. You didn't hesitate; you only knew you wanted to kiss him back. Your hand slipped behind his neck and brought him closer to you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His lips met yours, stealing your breath and robbing you of all reason.

It was just him, you and that moment in time. That one precious second where everything seemed right. When it felt like the whole world was spinning at a hundred miles per hour, you found your footing and everything made sense again. Everything fell into place, in the most perfect way possible.

"No...no more playing games." He said softly. He lifted your chin so you looked directly at him. "I don't care who catches us."

You nodded, not saying anything. He trailed a gentle line down your cheek with his thumb and then slid his hand to cup your face. His eyes locked with yours. "Is that a 'yes'?"

You smiled and shook your head. "Not yet."

He chuckled, making you smile wider as he brought his lips to your forehead. "Alright then..."

You pushed against his chest and tried to break free but his grip tightened. You gave him an exasperated look. "Jeno, we're attracting a crowd here."

He laughed, looking over his shoulder to see his members looking at the both of you. He looked back at you. "It's not like the guys haven't seen us before."

"That's the guys. What about your manager and the stylists?" You huffed. "I was embarrassed the last time your manager caught us kissing. I'll be damned if she sees me getting fucked by you."

He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours as he let you go. "I know...but I can't help myself."

You leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Can you try to wait until after your performance?"

He turned away quickly. "I'll try."

You rolled your eyes. "That means you won't try at all."

He grinned. "I'm gonna make sure you enjoy yourself so much that you forget all about how awkward it was walking in here together."

"Oh god..." You shuddered at the thought. "I'd rather not do that."

"Aw, Y/N." He whined, looking away. "If you'd rather wait, we can always go somewhere else. Home, perhaps?"

You slapped his arm. "You can wait, Lee Jeno. A few hours of no sex, won't kill you. Besides, you'll get some attention from the fans tonight."

He snorted. "But they're not you...it won't be the same."

"Stop whining, baby. We've waited this long, what's another couple hours?"

"Ugh...fine." He sighed dramatically. "I'll wait."

"Good." You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek again. "Now, I need you to stop being so damn irresistible. You're making it difficult for me to say no."

You waved at the rest of the NCT Dream members and the staff as you and Jeno headed out the doors to your car. You were tired and worn out from the events of the day. All you wanted to do now was go home and crawl into bed. The past couple days had been exhausting, both mentally and physically. If it weren't for Jeno constantly distracting you, you probably would have collapsed in a heap somewhere.

You and Jeno rode in silence, but you couldn't help but notice his hand was inching closer to your knee every few seconds. Every time you moved it away from you, he only pulled it back to try again. If only you weren't the one driving, you wouldn't have minded his touching you in any way, shape or form. You noticed he finally stopped moving his hand after a while. Thank god because the nerves running through your body were getting too intense. It was hard to concentrate on the road when he kept moving his hand closer to you.

"When we get home, I'm locking you in the bedroom and you're never leaving it." You muttered, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Sounds good to me." He smirked, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms across his chest.

You sighed. "You're incorrigible, Lee Jeno."

"Whose fault is that?" He pouted.

You glared at him. "Don't start that shit."

He chuckled. "Did I start something?"

"Yup." You grinned evilly. "Incorrigible, indeed."

He licked his lips. "Am I wrong?"

You glared at him again. "I hate you."

"So sexy." He purred, closing his eyes as he leaned in closer to you. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to control myself when you're sitting there looking all sexy and stuff?"

You blushed as he rubbed your thigh gently.

"Fuck, you're killing me here." He growled, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. "Y/N..."

"Can you not pop a boner until we get home? Please?"

"I promise." He grinned devilishly, licking his lips. "As soon as we get inside though, you better not try to resist."

You rolled your eyes. "Why are you such a freak?"

"Don't hate the player, babe." He shrugged. "Just love the game."

"I can't believe you're taking that quote literally." You mumbled, shaking your head.

He snickered, pressing a soft kiss against your temple. "I'd love to hear you complain when you're enjoying it too much."

"Ew." You grimaced. "Now stop it so I can get us home, you little perv."

He groaned, releasing your leg from his grasp and shifting in his seat. "Fine...I'll behave."

"Good." You sighed.

After you parked the car, you grabbed your bag from the trunk. Jeno followed closely behind you, giving you curious looks every few steps. As you walked into your apartment, Jeno closed the door behind him.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Jeno called out as he watched you walk away from him.

"Shower first, you perv." You giggled, heading towards your bedroom. "Then we'll see."

You stepped into the bathroom, turning on the shower as you stripped off your clothes. After stepping into the steaming water, you relaxed and closed your eyes. You couldn't remember the last time you took a nice hot shower, usually showers for you consisted of quick rinses or soaking under the tap for several minutes. Not today though. Today you were indulging in a nice long shower, letting the hot water wash over your body and clear your mind.

Your eyes still closed, you felt a pair of strong hands pulling you back into the hot spray of water. They cupped your breasts and squeezed gently, massaging your nipples between their fingers. You gasped, arching your back as you pressed your body harder against them.

"Mmm...feels good doesn't it?" You heard a voice murmur against your ear.

"Hm..." You moaned, pressing your hips back against him.

"I told you I'd behave until we get home." Jeno said, chuckling softly as he pressed a kiss against your neck.

"I know." You replied, opening your eyes. "But you're still annoying."

"It's in my nature to annoy you." He responded.

"And it's in your nature to be obnoxious." You retorted.

He hummed against your skin, nuzzling his nose against your collarbone. "Have I ever told you that I love you?"

You froze for a brief second before nodding. "More than once."

He laughed against your skin, sending goosebumps over your body. "Do you love me too?"

"When do I not love you, you big goofball?" You laughed, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

"All the time." He kissed you deeply, sealing his lips to yours.

You sighed, pushing against him as you broke apart from his kiss. "Since we're both in the shower, naked and wet...why don't we take advantage of the situation?"

His eyes lit up and he kissed you deeply once again. "Only if you want to."

"Hmm..." You kissed him back, tasting the tangy taste of his mouth. "I think I do."

He released you from his kiss, resting his forehead against yours. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to keep rubbing my breasts." You whispered, tugging on his hair gently. "But I also want you to..."

"Yes?" He breathed against your lips.

"I want you to fuck me." You whispered.

"I've been wanting to fuck you since before my performance." He whispered back, kissing your neck once again.

"Good, because I've been dying to feel you inside of me." You sighed, biting your lip as he continued to massage your breast. "Make me feel that amazing cock of yours inside of me."

"Yes, ma'am." He whispered. "Give me permission and I'll fuck you right now."

"Please?" You asked, running your fingers through his wet hair. "I need you so bad, Lee Jeno."

He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it gently. "God, you drive me crazy." He murmured against your skin. "How am I supposed to handle myself when you act like this?"

You smiled wickedly, tugging on his hair again. "Because you're strong enough to handle me."

"Why didn't you answer my phone calls last night?" Haechan questioned you the next morning as you both sat at the company's cafe waiting for your drinks.

"You called me last night?" You asked him, taking out your phone from your purse. "Oh shit, you did."

"Did you go cock-crazy because of Jeno, last night? Because that's the only thing that makes sense." Haechan teasingly asked you.

You rolled your eyes. "Why are you guys always so invested in our sex lives?"

"We're all living vicariously through Jeno since he's the only one getting pussy every night." Jaemin answered as he pulled a seat next to Haechan. "Now spill the beans. What happened last night?"

You covered your ears. "I can't hear you! This conversation is for my ears only!"

They both bursted into laughter as you continued covering your ears. Finally, you gave up and looked at each of them individually. "Shower sex...it was fucking fantastic."

"Of course it was fantastic." Jeno pulled out the seat next to you, leaning in and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Are we talking about Jeno and Y/N's sexcapades again?" Renjun huffed, placing his order at the counter. "Damn boy, she got you wrapped around her fingers."

"Come on, Renjun. Just because I bang my girlfriend every night, it doesn't mean you can't get some too." Jeno argued. "Besides, I'm a generous lover."

"How generous?" Haechan tilted his head curiously.

"Well..." Jeno leaned in and winked at you. "A little from column A, a little from column B."

The other boys started laughing loudly, making you cover your ears again.

"I hate you all." You groaned.

"No, you love us." Jaemin laughed. "Look, we just want you to be happy. We love seeing you and Jeno together, it's nice seeing the two of you actually dating instead of hooking up."

You exhaled slowly, lowering your hands from your ears. "Okay, that was unexpected. Who are you and what have you done to Jaemin?"

Jaemin raised an eyebrow at you. "Would you rather me say I turned into Batman overnight?"

"Maybe." You laughed. "Though if I saw you walking down the street dressed like him, I might punch you."

"Ouch, but true." He shook his head, smiling. "Anyway, back to my point. I just want you to be happy. So if being with Jeno makes you happy, then so be it."

You nodded slowly, grabbing your drink from the counter. "Thank you, Jaemin."

"Of course." He nodded. "Anytime."

Jeno grabbed your hand as you stood up to leave, intertwining your fingers with his. You smiled and pulled him along after you as you left the cafe. The air outside was cool and refreshing compared to the humid air within the building. It felt wonderful to let your skin breathe again, feeling completely free and not restrained by anything.

"You know, you could just stay inside with me." Jeno suggested, pulling you towards the car.

"And do what, my big hunk of man meat?" You teased him, wrapping your arm around his waist.

"You know exactly what I would do to you." He smirked, winking.

You blushed as he unlocked the car and opened the passenger side door for you. "See, this is why I have to keep you away from my pussy."

He laughed as he shut the door, following you into the vehicle. "If you really wanted to, you could convince me to keep you away from my dick. All you have to do is ask nicely."

"Uh huh, and what would I have to do to you, to make you agree to my request?" You smiled innocently.

"You have to tell me you love me." He smirked, looking at you over his shoulder.

"I love you, you idiot." You laughed, leaning across the center console to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Babe, do you even know how adorable you look right now?" He chuckled. "You're seriously just the cutest thing ever."

"What are you doing later?" You turned to face him as he started the car, switching the music from the radio station playing to one playing on his phone.

"Nothing, why?" He glanced at you.

"So, you're free tonight?" You asked, grabbing onto his arm tightly.

"Yeah, why?" He questioned.

"Well, there's something I wanna show you." You grinned.

"Oohh, what is it?" He narrowed his eyes, giving you an inquisitive look.

"I think you're gonna like it." You mumbled, keeping your face close to his.

"Mmmm, what if I don't?" He teased, causing you to laugh softly.

"You're such a baby." You laughed. "Just wait and see, okay?"

"Fine, fine. Whatever you want, baby." He sighed, turning on the road.

Jeno dropped you off at the mall since you told him that you wanted to do some shopping. He promised to pick you up in a few hours, so you wandered from store to store, browsing the different options and thinking about what to buy. At first you weren't sure if you should just give in and buy things but when you wandered into the lingerie store, your decision was made for you.

You didn't know what would stir those loins of your boyfriend since he practically loved seeing you in everything. You couldn't resist the temptation, picking up a cute black lace bra and matching panties. You smiled as you thought about what Jeno would think when he found out.

By the time you had walked to almost every clothing store in the mall, you were exhausted. Your legs were sore from walking so much and you needed to sit down for a while. Looking around the mall for somewhere to sit, you noticed a quiet corner near a small cafe. Grabbing your things, you headed towards it, passing by some pretty girls in short skirts and high heels. They seemed very eager to try on new clothes or shoes.

Finally finding a spot to sit down, you placed your bag and jacket down beside you, leaning back against the chair and closing your eyes. You took a deep breath and instantly smelled your boyfriend's cologne. That made you smile as you relaxed, remembering the past few nights spent with him. Your mind drifted to the thought of what you'd do to him later that evening.

"Ready to go, sweetheart?" Jeno asked, breaking your train of thought.

"Sure, let's go." You yawned, standing up from the chair.

Jeno helped you carry your bags out of the mall, stopping at a restaurant on the way home. After eating dinner, he helped you carry the bags upstairs, putting them down on the floor before sitting on the edge of the bed, holding your hands in his.

"Is everything okay?" You wondered. "You seem kind of stressed out today."

"Just tired, babe." He mumbled, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your forehead. "Mark has us practicing this new routine we're working on. It's been a long day."

"Do I have to fight Mark and the rest of the guys for torturing my handsome Jeno?" You giggled, biting your lower lip.

"Only if you really want to." He laughed, shaking his head. "I'd like to see my girlfriend beat up my members."

"That would be fun." You nodded, tracing his nose with your finger.

"Yeah, I'm sure it would." He smirked, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it. "It's good to finally relax though. How was your shopping trip?"

"Fun, exciting." You hummed, leaning forward and kissing his lips.

"Oh really?" He questioned, cupping your face in his hands. "Do tell me more about your exciting adventure."

"Maybe later." You playfully swatted his arm. "Why don't you go watch some TV or something while I take a bath?"

"Alright, babe." He kissed your cheek, sliding off the bed and leaving the room.

As soon as he closed the bedroom door behind him, you went straight for your bags and pulled out the new lingerie set you bought earlier. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you smiled as you thought about how much your boyfriend will enjoy seeing you in it. You carefully put on the bra and panties, standing in front of the mirror, admiring yourself. You threw on one of your large t-shirts and shorts, masking the sexy underwear underneath. Once you finished getting ready, you made your way downstairs to join Jeno.

You snuggled next to him on the couch, curling your body against his. He shifted so that you were laying down with your head resting on his chest, which made you giggle lightly. You looked over at him and he was already watching some dumb reality show on TV.

"Hey, handsome." You murmured, nuzzling into his shirt.

"Why hello there, beautiful." He said softly, running his fingers through your hair. "Didn't expect you to join me so quickly."

"Can I help it if I love you too much?" You teased him, making him chuckle.

"You're impossible." He said with a sigh. "Why do you always have to make me lose my concentration?"

"Don't worry, handsome. You won't be losing your concentration any time soon." You cooed, nibbling on his ear.

"Who says?" He purred, pressing kisses against your neck.

"This goddess here." You answered, straddling his waist and reaching for his hands to reach under your shirt.

"Oh? What's this?" He questioned, removing your shirt and dropping it to the ground. His fingers traced the hem of your new bra, running his thumb over the lacy cups. Your nipples hardened slightly from the light contact and you shivered slightly, arching your back slightly. He trailed his hands down your sides, dipping them into your shorts. "What else do you have hidden? Or maybe you want me to find it?"

"Mmm, well-" You stuttered, catching your breath as he touched your clit through your panties. "-you may not be able to see it, but I do indeed have something special for you."

"Hmm, and what might that be?" He ran his hands back up your stomach, stopping to pull down your shorts. His breath hitched, noticing the matching bra and panties that you wore. "Is this new? Did you buy these specifically for me?"

"Yes." You moaned, burying your face in his chest. "I hope you like them."

"I love them." He breathed, capturing your mouth with his. "But you look irresistible no matter what you wear. You always do, though."

"Well, thank you." You laughed.

"As much as I love seeing you in your new lingerie," he smirked, moving his hand down between your legs, "I'm more interested in seeing you naked."

"How can I refuse such a request?" You winked, pushing his hand further down until his fingers brushed against your dripping wet pussy.

His fingers slid against your folds, eliciting a loud moan from you. Slowly stroking his fingers over your clit, he kept you in suspense, driving you crazy with lust. Every movement of his fingers sent electric currents through your body, bringing forth pleasure.

You reach behind you to unclasp your bra, letting the fabric fall to the ground. As soon as the straps loosened, your breasts sprung free, jiggling lightly as you squirmed against him.

"Look at you." He groaned, sucking on your left nipple, gently flicking it with his tongue. "Such a fucking goddess. Is this all for me?"

"Only for you, Jeno." You answered, biting your lower lip. "Please use me however you wish."

"God damn, I love you." He growled, rubbing his face along your breasts. "Let me taste you, beautiful."

He wrapped his lips around your nipple and began sucking hungrily. He moved his other hand between your legs, caressing your wet slit. Slowly sliding two fingers inside of you, he rubbed his thumb over your clit, intensifying the pleasure. When he heard your moaning, he bit down on your breast harder, applying more pressure.

You didn't realize how sensitive your nipples were until he began sucking them, pulling and twisting them with each suck. You held his head closer, grinding against his hand as his fingers continued pleasuring you. When you felt your orgasm building, you cried out his name, feeling the waves crashing over you.

"Jesus fuck, baby." He moaned, continuing to stimulate you as you came.

Once you calmed down, you leaned forward, planting soft kisses across his neck.

"Are you okay?" He questioned, wrapping his arms around you.

"I've never been better." You replied, looking into his eyes. "Now please get that big cock of yours ready."

"God, baby, I love how dirty you are." He chuckled, teasingly playing with your hair. "It makes me hard just imagining what I could do to you right now."

"Mmm, I could think of a couple of things myself." You whispered, raising your hips, placing his dick at the entrance of your tight cunt.

He entered you slowly, watching as your inner muscles contracted around him. As soon as he was completely inside of you, he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

"Mmmm, sweetheart, you feel so good." He whispered, pulling back slightly to thrust deeper.

Each time he pushed himself into you, you moaned loudly.

"Goddamn, your pussy feels amazing." He groaned, continuing to pump in and out of you. "You feel so tight around me."

He buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply, feeling each stroke of his dick deep within you. In and out he fucked you, bringing you higher and higher with each thrust. Every movement made you feel warm all over. Every inch of you ached for more.

With each pump, you began moaning louder, louder, begging for more. Every single touch of his body made you tremble with excitement. The intense sensations shooting through your body turned you on even more. He could have done anything to you right then and you wouldn't have cared. All you wanted was for him to keep touching you. You could hardly contain your desire to touch him as well.

As you neared another orgasm, you reached up and grabbed his shoulders tightly, digging your nails into his skin. This only caused him to thrust faster, making your orgasm hit harder than ever.

You could barely breathe as the waves washed over you. Your whole body shook uncontrollably. Each thrust he made only intensified your pleasure. Eventually, he came inside of you, causing a surge of pleasure to shoot throughout your entire body. You could feel the release inside of you as he held you tight against his chest.

When you finally came down, you panted heavily, your breathing erratic. Finally coming back to earth, you opened your eyes and saw Jeno staring at you. He had a devilish grin on his face and it caused your heart to skip a beat.

"My god, you're incredible." He whispered, still thrusting his dick inside of you.

"You're insatiable." You gasped, closing your eyes and gripping his arms tighter.

"Never enough." He groaned, leaning in and kissing you passionately. "You drive me wild."

Your lips parted slightly, inviting his tongue to enter your mouth. Sensing your hesitance, he slowed down his pace, not wanting to hurt you after having such a powerful orgasm. Once you relaxed, he picked up speed again, pumping in and out of you, savoring every moment.

"Again?" You gasped, trying to catch your breath. "Let me recover first. Please."

"Nonsense, beautiful." He grinned, bringing his lips back to yours. "There is nothing wrong with going twice in one night."

"Fuck you and your crazy stamina." You sighed, smiling at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before rolling over onto your back.

You watched as he crawled on top of you, pulling you towards him. Wrapping his arms around you, he stared deeply into your eyes. You brought your hands up to his face, gently running your fingers through his soft hair.

"Jeno..." You whispered, tracing his lips with your fingers. "Thank you."

"For what?" He questioned, kissing your forehead.

"For everything." You answered, holding him close.

"Anything for you, beautiful." He answered, kissing your lips again. "You deserve everything wonderful in life."

"Oh really? What if I want more?" You asked, causing him to laugh.

"Babe, there's nothing that you could possibly ask for that I would deny you." He promised, lowering his lips to yours once more.

"Good, because I have a few ideas." You whispered, running your hands over his back. "I'll let you know when they come to me."

"Sounds like a plan." He answered, lifting off of you. "In the meantime, let's go to bed so I can keep loving you."

You let out a gasp as he lifted you from the couch and made his way to the bedroom. Within minutes, he had you lying in the middle of the bed, while he climbed in beside you.

"Okay, if you're going to take advantage of me while I'm half asleep, I'll wake up and slap your ass." You mumbled, causing him to laugh.

"Haha, sounds like a deal to me." He answered, laying on his side and wrapping an arm around you. He pulled you close, kissing your cheek and eventually your lips.

After some time passed, you fell asleep in his arms.

[luizd3ad]

Happy Birthday? | Poly!Moonwaterkiller x Fem!Reader

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Pairing: Remus Lupin x Regulus Black x Barty Crouch Jr x F!Reader WC: 3,163 CW: swearing, teasing type of relationship, mostly fluff, slight angst at the end, slight talks of Regulus’s childhood, no use of Y/N Author's Note: This ship is inspired by @ellecdc please send her love. She's so talented and is just straight up amazing. Also I'm still new to writing so I hope you like it and I'm sorry if it's not good/doesn't make sense.

Summary: It’s regulus birthday so you, Remus and Barty want to make it special but sometimes things don’t go as planned.

I made this ig mood board inspired by the guy idk ive never made one before

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“Bartemius Crouch junior! I swear to all that is holy in this world! If you stick your grubby hands in the frosting one more bloody time!”

“Oh come on Lupin! You can’t blame me, it's just so fucking good!"

Barty yelled, waving his hands around trying to defend himself.

You couldn't help but laugh at hearing two of your boyfriends’ bicker while you put the chicken you just got done seasoning into the oven to cook. 

Admittedly it was quite entertaining and it helped distract you a bit from stressing over the cooking that still needed to be done and the small decorations that needed to be put up for today.

It was Regulus's birthday, so you and Remus had gotten Sirius to take Regulus out for the day so you and your partners could try and surprise him with a birthday dinner for just the four of you. 

You couldn't help but stress seeing as he should be home sooner than later at this point, and you wanted everything to be as perfect as possible since Regulus wasn't completely comfortable with celebrating his birthday still. 

He didn't find the idea of a party and things of that nature to be fun, he found it more stressful and anxiety inducing than anything. (due to his childhood)

So the three of you have always tried to do a little something to make it special for him and to show Regulus that you all love him but never anything too much as to avoid overwhelming or making him uncomfortable. 

“Barty, my love, how about you go and set up the ‘Happy Birthday’ banner?”

“Anything for you angel.”

Barty says with a look that he reserved for only you. 

It was love sick looks. The kind of look that could show the receiver every emotion the other person was feeling. It showed that you were loved by that person with their whole heart. The type of look that had both parties feeling vulnerable in the best way possible.

Even before you all had started dating, when you all were just friends in your earlier years at Hogwarts, he had always looked at you as if you hung the moon and all the stars in the sky. 

He'd look at you as if you were the only good thing left in this world, and to him you were one of the only good things left in this world.

You and two other people that he held closer to his heart than he'd probably be willing to admit most days. 

Though that didn’t mean Barty didn't love Remus and Regulus.

It also didn't mean it was a secret of how much Barty loved Remus and Regulus. In fact he loved them with all his heart. He expressed how much he loved them somewhat often in his own ways.

Especially since he could be known for his flair of the dramatics at times, he had expressed many times that he loved the three of you more than anything. 

Not that anyone could deny, or question it. More like no one would dare to deny or question it. 

Barty has expressed many times how he'd burn down cities, commit unspeakable acts and take on any unforgivable in a heartbeat for Regulus and Remus.

The love Barty held for them two was the kind of love that was teasing and could be chaotic in the best way. 

The type of love that could only be described as a ‘I can pick on them but you can't pick on them because they're mine’ in the most loving way Barty could possibly manage. And may the gods help any poor soul that ever tried to mess with someone who he deemed as his. 

But the love he had for you was a softer kind of love, it was sweet. The kind of love full of things like love sick looks, soft touches, sweet kisses and even sweeter words.

Along with the promises of burning down cities, committing unspeakable acts and taking on unforgivables’, who would expect anything less from Barty?  But I digress.

“Yes please, piss off for fucks sake.”

Remus says in an exasperated tone waving Barty away. Barty then gasps dramatically and clenches his shirt as if he was clutching his ‘pearls’. 

“You don't mean that, Remmy.” Barty all but whined. 

“Plus you couldnt get rid of me even if you wanted to.”

Barty states sending a smirk and wink at Remus, which Remus just responds with by rolling his eyes and hitting Barty with a dish towel playfully to distract Barty from the light blush that's undoubtedly spread across Remus’s face, as to avoid being teased further by him.

“Barty’s right Rem. Even if we wanted to, we're stuck with him, unfortunately.”

You say with a sarcastic little sigh while trying to suppress a smile that threatened to form due to the two men playful arguing. 

Barty then gasps dramatically once more and puts his hand over his heart as if you just stabbed him in the heart as Remus snicker at Bartys reaction and to your comment. 

“Not you as well, angel. You should know that words hurt. You've wounded me, you've basically killed me.”

Barty then pretends to sob as you and Remus shake your heads with smiles on your faces due to his behavior.

“Gods you’ve been spending way too much damn time around Sirius.”

Remus says while rubbing his hands over his face trying to hide his smile. You chuckle and walk up to Barty and give him a hug giving him your best ‘I'm sorry’ look. 

“I’m sorry Barty, I just couldn't help it. Remus has influenced me far too much.. Blame him.”

You say in fake sincerity with a small nod as you hear Remus huff at your comment.

Barty lets out a chuckle and hugs you back with a smile on his face looking down at you as he holds you. 

“It's okay angel, I could never stay upset at you. Lupin on the other hand..”

Barty drags out the end of his sentence with a small smirk on his face as Remus scoffs dramatically at his lovers’ statements.

“Really love? It's my fault is it?”

Remus says with his head tilted to the side and eyebrow raised, as if daring you to continue saying that he should be the one to blame for your ‘cruel’ comment to Barty. 

“Actually Lupin,  I think it is your fault.” Barty stated apparently agreeing with you.

“And what has brought you to that conclusion Junior?” 

Remus says as he walks toward the both of you with a small smirk on his face.

“My angel was just that, an angel. That was until you lot got your Gryffindor hands all over her.”

Barty says with a small shrug, feeling as if his point was valid and made sense. You supposed for Barty it did.

“Is that a fact?” Remus asked while getting closer to you and Barty.

“Yeah, Lupin it is actually.”  Barty says, giving Remus a somewhat challenging look.

“You don't seem to complain when I have my Gryffindor hands all over you, Junior.” 

Remus then winks at a now blushing and flustered Barty. You then cover your mouth trying to hide your own blush while also trying to suppress a giggle.

Barty tries to say some kind of come back and it  just results in him stuttering.

“W-well I- Goddamnit! That’s not fair Lupin!”

“All's fair in love and war Junior.”

Remus says sending another wink at Barty and smirking at you while Barty stares at him with wide eyes in complete silence.

He had managed to make Barty Crouch Jr speechless.

That was actually one of the many things that Remus was good at, especially at the beginning when everything was still new and more unexpected. 

When the four of you were in that space where you weren't officially dating but it was clear to you and everyone who'd been around your little group that you four had very strong feelings for each other.

It had taken Remus no time at all to get comfortable with having at least one of you flustered almost all the time, usually to the point of stuttering or speechlessness. 

He loved seeing you three like that.

Especially Barty.

Barty wasn't someone you could easily make blush let alone actually fluster, especially with just words so whenever Remus would manage to make Barty speechless he felt like he won a reward. 

Barty would never admit it but it was clear as day that Remus was good at making him a flustered stuttering mess. 

And Barty hated it.

“Now love. I believe someone owes someone an apology for trying to place blame.”

Remus says, walking up to you now at arms length and giving you a pointed look now waiting for an apology. 

While Barty mutters a ‘fucking hell’ under his breath and runs his hand through his hair as he walks towards the kitchen counter still mumbling quietly to himself.

“I'm sorry moony. Truly. Do you forgive me?” You say somewhat sincerely knowing Remus doesn't really care all that much. 

“I could never stay mad at you, love.”

Remus says with a small smile he then cups your cheek and gives you a kiss on your forehead, you lean into Remus's kiss taking in the moment and enjoying the affection from your boyfriend.

When suddenly you and Remus feel a cold, grainy substance rain down on you, which you both quickly realize is flour once the shock wore off.

You then hear a familiar giggle, and turn to see none other than a proud looking Barty standing now several feet away, covered in white powder himself. He just stands there proud of himself as if he didn't just cover you both in flour.

As you stare at him wide eyed and mouth a gasp, he just gives you a cheeky little smile.

“You did not just do that Junior.”

“Oh but I think I did, Remmy. That's what you get for teasing and being mean to me.”

Barty then sends a little wink to you and a somewhat apologetic smile.

“Sorry angel. Collateral damage, you understand.”

Barty says with a small shrug and a tone that makes it seem like it's the most reasonable thing that he has ever done.

You simply nod with the most convincing smile you could possibly muster in that moment.

“Of course my love. I understand.”

You say walking near Barty and grabbing a bowl that's filled with whipped cream that you had made earlier. You then walk closer to Barty and with a smile on your face.

“And you'll understand when I do this.”

You say while grabbing a handful of whipped cream and throwing it at Barty just for him to duck in time ending with the cream hitting Remus in the face. You gasp and cover your mouth trying not to laugh as Barty busts out laughing.

“Oh shit Rem! I'm so sorry.”

You say trying hard and failing to suppress your laughter, while Remus wipes his eyes off with his hands.

“It's okay love. All’s forgiven. Just come and give me a kiss.”

“Ummm I would love to, honestly I would… After you clean your face, that is…”

You back away from a now smiling remus while he opens his arms for you and starts walking closer to you. 

“No, now would be fine for me.”

Remus proceeds to walk closer to you as you start to back away towards Barty who's starting to calm down from his laughter.

“Why not kiss Barty?! This is all because of him anyway!”

Barty then gasps.

“Angel! I can't believe you'd throw me under the bus like that… Is it bad that I liked it?”

Barty asks the last part more to himself than to anyone else. He was so caught up in his thoughts for a second that he didn't notice you now using him as a human shield, that was until he felt a clump of whipping cream on his head and looked to see a smirking Remus. 

“Oh. This means war.”

All of a sudden it was every person for themselves. The kitchen was now a war zone. Flour, whipped cream, sugar, powdered sugar, fruits and berries were being thrown all over the place. It was pure chaos. 

The Three you were making a mess out of the kitchen and even bigger messes of yourselves.

Next thing you, you’ve been thrown over Remus’s shoulder while Barty is chasing Remus around the kitchen. 

There’s so much going on, so much laughing and screaming that no one heard the door open. Which meant no one heard Regulus make his way to the kitchen, and so no one noticed him standing in the doorway till you heard him speak.

“I leave you alone for a few hours and suddenly the kitchen explodes?”

Regulus in all his stoic glory just stood there not even looking a little surprised.

All three of you stopped running around, suddenly feeling like kids who got caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Then all three of you look at eachother then at Regulus.

“Happy Birthday?” You, Remus and Barty said accidentally making it sound more like a question than in an enthusiastic way.

Regulus just points at the oven says.

“The ovens smoking.”

“Oh shit! The chicken!”

You yell as Remus puts you down and he rushes to the oven to take out the now burnt chicken as smoke fills the kitchen.

“Sooo… Chinese?” Said a very uncertain Barty  

After opening some windows, having the Chinese food delivered, a few showers and quite a few cleaning spells the four of you ended up on the couch with a movie on not many words being exchanged.

After the movie was finished and the food had all been mostly finished Remus had brought out the cake that he managed to finish decorating while waiting for the food to arrive.

The three of you had sung (or in Bartys case basically screamed) Happy birthday to Regulus while he sat there with a ghost of a smile on his face. After another hour or so the four of you found yourselves in your shared bed.

You couldn't help but feel guilty since Regulus hadn't really expressed any emotion which wasn’t necessarily not normal about his birthday. You felt like maybe you had upset him in some way, maybe you over stepped or maybe he was irritated due to the mess you Remus and Barty made. 

You were spiraling. 

Till you heard a whisper.

“Thank you..” 

It was quiet for a few seconds, you supposed no one really knew what to say.

“For what Black? I feel like we kinda ruined your birthday.” Said a almost half asleep Barty

“It wasn't ruined Junior! It just didn't go.. as planned..'' defend Remus who laid on the other side of you. 

You and Regulus laid in the middle of Barty and Remus.

“Would the two of you stop bickering for just a moment please?” You say with a small shake of your head and a small chuckle. 

The next second there's a small choir of ‘Sorry angel’ and ‘Sorry love’.

“What are you thanking us for, Reggie?” 

You say pushing some of his black curly hair behind his ear looking at him softly, though he probably couldn't tell since it was dark in the room.

The only light coming through the window from the half moon.

“For today.. I know it didn't go how any of you planned or would have wanted it to go, but still. It was nice. I spent most of the day with my brother though he can be insufferable, loud and dramatic most of the time, it was still nice. And then to come home to the three people who mean everything to me laughing and having fun... That was the best part. I know I'm not the easiest when it comes to celebrating my birthday but, your three and Sirius have been the only people who have ever actually cared for my birthday. You've never treated it like how my parents did. Never used it as an excuse to have a big party full of people I didn't know or care about just so it seemed like we were better then them or make it seem like we were the perfect family, even though it was evident that we weren't. You've always made it about me and always respected what I'm comfortable with and well I appreciate that. So.. Thank you.. I love you.. All three of you..”

“We love you too Reg.” You say quietly, giving Regulus a soft kiss.

“Awwww did Regulus Black just say he loves me.” Barty practically squealed.

Barty then pulls Regulus into him so Regulus’s back is to Barty's front and then proceeds to messily kiss Regulus all over the side of his face while Regulus tries and fails to get away from him.

Remus then starts to laugh harder than you had seen in a while, almost falling off the bed as he hears the bickering between the two (mostly on Regulus' part) and sees the shadows of a struggling Regulus and a very determined Barty. 

You can't help but start to laugh almost as hard as Remus as you try and get the words out to have Barty let go of poor Regulus.

The night continues for only a few more moments it's filled with more laughing and eventually sleepy good night kisses and I love yous.

To say the four of you had an interesting relationship would be an understatement. It could be messy and chaotic, it could be a fucking headache sometimes. 

But there was love. There was always love. 

There were mornings where the four of you would wake up and just lay in bed happier than any of you thought you could ever be.

There were tender kisses and loving touches.

Dreams and promisses of the future.

There were smiles and laughing fits that would fuel you for the days when you felt like you couldn't even get out of bed.

Admittedly, it was a lot most of the time. 

There were screaming matches and arguing at its worst times but at its best times it was you and three people that you couldn't see your life without. Three people that made life easier most of the time. People who could make you laugh till you cried and that would hold you while you cried and fall apart.

This was a life that none of you ever thought you'd have the opportunity to have, and ever so often one of you would feel like you didn't deserve the life you had.

This was the kind of life that probably wouldn’t exist for you guys in different universes. But here, in this universe? This is the life you have and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

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[sleepysnk]

a/n: i rlly like sanzu and uhh this idea just came to be after a long chat with some friends! 🤍 i hope you all enjoy! <3

pairings: sanzu haruchiyo x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, nsfw, established relationship, sanzu and reader have an onlyfans, smut, mentions of oral sex f!receiving, consensual recording, public sex (they’re in a dressing room), lingerie, degradation, use of pet names (baby, princess, babydoll), finger sucking, slight breeding kink, rough sex, dirty talk.

synopsis: you and sanzu began an onlyfans, and, after a video blew up, you became quite popular on the platform. the two of you are out and about one day at the mall, and sanzu just can’t help but think you look so pretty in your lingerie.

smile, you’re on camera ft. sanzu haruchiyo

It was all Sanzu’s idea to begin an OnlyFans.

The first time your boyfriend proposed the idea of making one, you almost completely spat out your drink. You had heard many stories from people online who made hundreds to thousands of dollars off of the platform. Whether it was something simple as nude photographs or videos of someone being fucked to oblivion, it was many people’s way of making money and paying their bills. You wouldn’t have ever expected Sanzu, your boyfriend of two years, to suggest such a thing to you. 

There were so many possibilities and questions you had for the man. You protested over the fact that someone could possibly recognize the two of you if the videos were leaked. It wouldn’t be that great if one of your friends or even your family found out what you two had been doing. Sanzu explained to you that it would all be anonymous. He would wear a face covering every time he uploaded content, and he would do his absolute best to make sure your identity was hidden as well. It was sort of overwhelming. Random people would be paying to see your body, and you knew the internet was a dangerous place and it could be quite harsh. People were often body shamed and it wasn’t something you wanted to see. Sanzu understood your concerns completely and he knew they were valid. He wouldn’t ever wish that kind of treatment on another human being. 

Though, after lots of convincing, Sanzu was able to make you comfortable enough to begin an account. 

It was slow and sloppy at the beginning. Some of your videos only had about thirty or so views, and you didn’t have many followers. The both of you considered just deleting your Twitter and removing the OnlyFans all together. You barely had any profit coming in, so you assumed that maybe that idea would be chalked up.

One day, all of that completely changed.

You awoke one more morning with your phone blowing up, as well as Sanzu’s. When you entered your Twitter account, your jaw fell to the floor when you saw that one of your videos had blown up. Apparently, there had been a popular Twitter porn account that had retweeted one of your videos. More specifically, it was a video where Sanzu’s mouth was latched onto your pussy. It was filmed from your perspective and the camera was able to capture Sanzu’s gorgeous emerald eyes, along with his lengthy eyelashes that made every woman jealous. The people who liked the video left many comments on it, and it in turn led to you both ranking many followers and the profits in your OnlyFans to rise. You couldn’t stop reading the replies and retweets, because they were just so encouraging.

rxdomuser822: me n who? 👀

stxllasexs: someone find this mannn!!! 😩

ppowerrs: if a man looked at me like that i’d cum on the spot

mxikasyu: find them both right now

Eventually, you two managed to make a living off of your content. People paid to see you get fucked by your boyfriend all of the time, or they’d want to see him play with your pussy until you were shaking from how great his fingers worked along your clit. It had all gone in such a successful direction that you and Sanzu were able to move out and pay off any debt you had remaining from university. The two of you were satisfied with everything that had happened so far. There had been a few flaws on separate occasions, but you both were so happy with where you were now.

Sanzu spoiled you rotten at times. He’d buy you any gift you wanted and he would take you out whenever he had the opportunity to. It was a luxury and you both enjoyed it more than anything else.

Today, he decided to take you lingerie shopping as a treat for reaching almost fifty thousand followers on Twitter. He adored seeing your pretty body in all kinds of thin fabric, and he knew that nothing would be better than treating you to some fine lingerie. You were his pretty little girlfriend, how could he resist such a woman like you? He honestly loved seeing the faces you’d make whenever you would pick up different bralettes or thongs that would fit just right around your hips. Sanzu lets you buy anything you desire at the shop. He could never say no to you. 

Though, Sanzu’s mind wandered somewhere else when you began trying on the different pieces he had picked out for you.

He couldn’t help but peek at you through the curtain that was pulled over the changing room. He got a nice view of your perky tits that were held up by the bralette you wore, and immediately his cock hardened inside of his sweatpants. He thought it would go away after a few minutes, but much to his dismay, Sanzu’s mind wouldn’t halt on reminding him how gorgeous your body was. Whether it was him fucking you so good that you saw stars, or eating your pussy until you made a mess on his face, the images refused to leave his head. He tried his best to keep up the facade at the lingerie shop, but his cock was aching inside of his boxers. It almost hurt that he wasn’t stuffing your cunt with his cock. He was growing anxious, but he didn’t want to ruin your shopping day.

You weren’t sure what came over him, but Sanzu had managed to slip into your changing room and he began fucking your brains out.

Your body was pressed against the mirror that faced the wall. Your cheek and your tits were against the glass, while Sanzu’s cock fucked into your pretty walls. You tried to protest to your boyfriend that it was quite risky to be doing such a lewd act in a public place, but that’s what enthralled him the most. The risk of potentially being heard or caught by the workers or the people who were shopping made him all the more turned on. He could only think of the fun this experience would bring for you both. He even had the idea to record the entire thing, with your knowledge of course.

Sanzu’s hand trailed down your backside. He watched the way his cock slid into your soaked pussy with such ease. His pace was quite fast, because he couldn’t help himself. He just needed to have you around him. “Fuck.. yeah, you take me so good, babydoll.” he gritted his teeth from the ecstasy that coursed throughout his body. “Bein’ such a good little slut for me.. fuuucckk,” 

He held his phone at a certain angle so the camera could pick up on how fucking amazing you looked. He had taken several videos already of the entire situation. He even went out of his way to record himself in the mirror fucking you from behind. Sanzu just couldn’t help but feel so turned on by what you were both doing. “Mmph.. Sanzu..!” your eyes rolled backwards when the tip of his cock reached your g-spot. You weren’t supposed to be moaning at all. Sanzu reminded you several times to remain silent, but you just couldn’t. He was too good.

He shoved his phone into his pocket once he finished taping you. Sanzu then reached around to your plump lips where he forced two of his fingers into your mouth, allowing you to suck on the digits. He knew he was fucking you good, but that didn’t necessarily mean he wanted other people to possibly hear you. “Keep that mouth shut, princess..” he smirked. “Don’t need us getting caught.. yeah?”

Oh how you wished you could keep quiet. His pace was erratic and rough. He was winding you up just perfectly enough so that your orgasm would hit you quite hard. Once again, there was that great risk of you two possibly being exposed by one of the workers. You were already used to somewhat of an audience. Hell, you and Sanzu recorded yourselves all the time and posted your videos for the world to see, so this was almost nothing to you. 

Sanzu was about to let out a groan, but paused immediately when he heard those familiar jingles of keys walking towards the changing room. His thrusts came to an abrupt slow when the noise filled his ears. He feared too much would bring attention to your room, but those thoughts stopped when he felt your cunt clenching and twitching around his cock. You were such a dirty slut. You liked this. You enjoyed the fact that both of you could be caught at any second. He didn’t think you would ever be that inappropriate, but fuck, it turned him on so much more than he already was. He placed his palm against your hip, beginning to thrust inside of you once again. This was surprising to you. 

You turned your head to meet Sanzu’s seductive expression. His bubblegum pink hair hung over his hazy eyes that were blown with lust. He removed his fingers from your lips, causing your mouth to fall slack. “Aw.. so you do want to get caught, huh? You like when I fuck this pretty cunt, baby? I’ll let them hear you being a slut for me..” he then picked up the pace of his ruts, earning a loud moan to fall from your lips. You were about to cover your mouth, but your boyfriend was much quicker than you and he pinned your wrist behind you. 

Your whines slipped from your lips at an endless pace. The knot inside your belly was tightening and making itself known. You were growing desperate for that euphoric high you craved more than anything else. Sanzu’s grip on the plush of your hips was tight enough to leave bruises on your delicate skin. “Ah..! Sanzu.. ‘m close!!” your nails dug into the glass of the mirror, leaving fingerprints on it. 

The sound of skin slapping filled the dressing room. Sanzu was so determined to make you a mess all over his cock. He wanted those people outside to hear how amazing he was making you feel. He didn’t give a single fuck. 

You let out one last whine, then your orgasm had washed over you. Your thighs trembled and shook. Sanzu grinned when he saw the white ring that circled around his cock. Your pussy squelched and squeaked from his thrusts. There was his pretty girl he knew so well. He was so proud of you for being a good little slut for him and his cock. He was close to his own high. His dick twitched and he could feel that pit in his belly growing larger with every rut of his hips.

He grunted several times, throwing his head back at the pure bliss of your tight cunt. You were a drooling mess and you were in paradise at how great you felt. Tingles spread throughout your body with every touch of your g-spot. “Fuck.. ‘gonna cum, baby, fuck..” he let his jaw fall open as he pumped himself into you. “Fill up this cunt.. yeah.. that’s it!”

With one thrust, he finally reached his climax. Sanzu’s cum filled into your hole, reaching your womb. He held your hips in place so none of it would slip out onto the floor. Sweat clung to his forehead and his chest heaved, trying to catch his breath from the exhilarating orgasm he just went through. He was beyond excited to upload the video he had recorded for his fans. It was quite unexpected, but he was so happy he decided to fuck you in that dressing room. He was certain somebody heard you both, but he couldn’t care less about that. 

Sanzu then pulled out, turning you around so your back was now flat against the mirror behind you. He pulled you in for a sloppy kiss, wrapping his hand around the base of your throat. “Better not let a single drop out, okay..? Don’t make me fuck it back into you, babydoll.” he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You nodded your head, looking your boyfriend in the eye when you did so. “Okay..” you looked down at the floor where your clothes had been previously discarded, along with the lingerie you were just wearing several minutes ago.

Sanzu picked up the fabric from the floor. He smiled devilishly at you, exposing those pretty scars of his that were near his lips. He then placed another small peck on your lips. “Let me go pay for this, you deserve it.” he winked.

[thepagemistress]

This post from @blanketforcas got the brainworms going but I didn't want to hijack the post so here's a little thing:

Castiel was woken by an overwhelming feeling of distress, of yearning.

For the briefest moment, he thought he was back in Purgatory. Listening to Dean's desperate prayers, wanting nothing more than to reunite with him but knowing it wasn't safe. He couldn't give in.

But no, this wasn't Purgatory. It was most definitely the bunker, and the warmth plastered along his bare back, the arms wrapped around his chest were most definitely Dean's.

Before Castiel could say anything, a mutter sounded from behind him.

"Sorry."

"Dean-"

The arms tightened their grip, Dean's forehead pressing in between Castiel's shoulder blades.

"'m sorry," he said again, louder this time and all the shakier for it.

Fully awake now, Castiel managed to shuffle his way onto his other side, never quite shaking Dean's grip, until they were facing each other. "What's wrong?"

Eye contact was in short supply as Dean sucked in a breath. "Happens sometimes. Kinda thought it would stop once I got my shit together-"

"We got our shit together," Castiel corrected, earning an amused huff.

"But guess that was too much to hope for, huh. I mean, I got everything I could possibly want, right? So why the hell do I feel like if I don't like crawl inside you, I'm gonna fucking combust?"

It's said in such a rush, it took a moment for Castiel to even parse the words. "I know what you mean."

Dean scoffed and it was wetter than Castiel liked. "Sure."

"No, Dean, you misunderstand," Castiel said, finally earning eye contact. "I know what you mean."

Dean stared at him, into him, waiting for him to find the right words.

"When I rescued you from hell, we were both in our purest forms. Your body was still in the ground and I had yet to procure a vessel. It was just your soul and my grace, completely entwined. Perhaps...perhaps part of your soul craves a return of that feeling. Just as my grace does."

The awe in Dean's eyes was like divine revelation. "Huh. You really do know what I mean." It was teasing, but his relief was palpable.

"I'm sorry I never made the connection before..." he started but Dean shook his head, sniffing as he curled in tighter, tucking his head under Castiel's chin.

"'s ok. I know now. It helps." They lay in silence for a few moments before Dean spoke up again. "Could we..." Castiel sucked in a surprised breath, realising what Dean was about to ask. Pulling back again, Dean's sharp eyes darted across Castiel's face before asking again. "Could we?"

With a not inconsiderable amount of effort, Castiel managed to swallow down the frantic desire to claw his way to Dean's soul there and then. "Not tonight," Castiel uttered, voice gruff and eyes wild. Things that clearly didn't escape Dean's attention since Castiel didn't pick up on any feelings of rejection from the other man.

"That's not a no," Dean said.

"Definitely not a no," Castiel confirmed, earning an amused smile. "I just...need to make sure I know I'm not going to do any damage. I need to have control. Certainly more than I would have right now."

Dean's amused smile turned into a smug smirk. "Yeah? Gets you all hot and bothered, huh?"

"Dean, holding your soul within my grace has been the single greatest privilege bestowed upon me and I have wanted nothing more than to feel it again."

"Oh," Dean breathed, sobering immediately.

"The fact that it's possible your soul might feel the same way is...overwhelming, to say the least. I need some time. Will you give me that?"

"Yeah, course. Course, Cas. However long you need." Castiel kissed Dean on the forehead, wrapping his arms around his shoulders as he felt the man slip back into unconsciousness. "Worth the wait," he mumbled, just before sleep claimed him.

"I know what you mean," Castiel whispered.

[earthstellar]

I think there's a really potentially dark kind of lonely desperation in the way Mirage kidnaps Noah

Like, Noah immediately starts to panic and yell to be let go, and Mirage's response to this is to lock the doors and go faster

It's fucking terrifying from Noah's point of view, he's confused and is in the process of committing a crime--

--He's not just worried about his own safety, he's suddenly been thrown into a high speed, high profile car chase with a multi-vehicle car pursuit and he's going to be unable to help his family if he ends up in prison

And these are city cops in 1994 and Noah is an adult cis male POC, he is absolutely beyond fucked if any of the cops manage to identify him even if they don't outright catch him

And then Mirage creates a copy of him that is sitting in the driver's seat and taunting the fucking cops, fuck fuck fuck

His fear and panic is overwhelming, he's being trapped and driven somewhere and he can't figure out by who or what or for what purpose, and the cops are after him, and if he's busted then what happens to his mother? What happens to his brother?

It's incredible he stays even somewhat calm.

Meanwhile Mirage is fully having a great time.

He finally found a human like Bumblebee did, the human actually found him! How convenient-- Some may even say it's destiny. Even if the human was trying to steal him. Rude!!!

Now he has someone he can play with, though. Optimus might not yell at him too much since it's not really his fault this human tried to steal him.

Stealing the human instead sounds fun to him, actually. Turnabout is fair play, and all that.

And I do believe that on some level, surely Mirage understands this is not great to do, really.

But Mirage also seems really terribly lonely amongst his team; It doesn't feel like he fits in with them quite as well, and we know all the bots miss Cybertron.

Mirage and Bee seem particularly socially oriented, and Mirage seems to be quite possibly even more outgoing than Bumblebee is, based on both of their portrayals in this and the prior film.

So Mirage might have pushed aside his better judgement in the name of companionship and having fun for once, perhaps for the first time in a very long time, fuck it, we ride.

As someone who can't go out and do things because I'm disabled and COVID will take me out, I truly understand the difficulty of forced isolation into perpetuity.

So I can really feel for Mirage -- He just hit his breaking point, and could not resist the joy of treating the highway like the Speedia 500 racetrack, of really letting his rubber burn and having a potential friend along for the ride.

Plus, he got Noah away from the cops, and that's good, right? It must be! I mean he got the attention of even more cops, but they're probably dead now. That was a pretty sturdy road barrier, after all.

But the fear Noah must have felt in that moment is genuinely upsetting.

His brother's life was on the line here, not his own, as far as he's concerned.

And of course, Mirage would not have known that right away, fair enough.

But even when being begged to stop, Mirage egged on more cops, drew more aggro from the authorities than was needed and did so at extreme risk to his passenger, and carried on. He had a good time.

And that's really fucking scary, that Mirage's loneliness and overall sense of isolation was so severe that in many ways it overrode his compassion to some degree.

When Noah is panicking, Mirage was physically feeling Noah's fear. Feet were digging into his interior, fists slapping against his windows, hands gripping him from the inside, tense with anxiety.

We know Mirage cares deeply about Noah, and later on, Kris as well.

But when they first meet, there's this somewhat blatant disregard for Noah's fear that he only sort of half-heartedly, somewhat jokingly even tries to address while he just keeps flooring it.

Sure, at that point, as far as Mirage knows, this dude was just trying to steal him. He doesn't have a feel for who Noah actually is yet. He doesn't know about Kris. He has a right to be a little suspicious, and it's reasonably understandable if he wants to fuck with someone he thinks is just a bog standard petty car thief for a minute.

But Mirage isn't all that suspicious; He knows the power balance is so wildly in his favour that it's sort of whatever, really. Why investigate when you can be driving?

He eventually "tests" Noah when he finally reveals his root mode to him.

And to be fair, he even acknowledges that this is probably a lot for Noah to deal with.

But then he responds to the equivalent of a Barbie doll shaking a twig at him by levelling a charged weapon directly at Noah's head and chest.

We know that Mirage isn't actually going to fire. Probably.

But Noah doesn't, and all he has is a pipe, after a joy ride from hell that scared the living shit out of him and put his entire family's wellbeing at extreme risk.

It's kind of fucked up; Of course it's understandable from both sides, knowing the perspective of both sides. Noah needs that stolen car money. Mirage was about to get stolen.

It's not the greatest situation for them to be meeting in.

But holy shit.

Mirage is a little... Excessive.

Which is consistent with the behaviour we see from him after he gets more familiar with Noah, and we know he's not going to hurt Noah or Kris, and he's just a very energetic type of bot. Okay.

But I wonder how Mirage behaved prior to meeting Noah. How much of his excitability and outgoing nature and willingness to do pretty much anything comes from the joy he gets from having his own human, getting to have a new friend, finally?

How depressed might he have been previously, given how abundantly happy he is, how quick he is to disregard almost anything else in favour of having a friend-- Even if he has to take a human temporarily captive in order to obtain that friendship?

We know his care for Noah ultimately overrides his sense of self-preservation as well.

But Mirage is extremely intense and high energy, and that's interesting, because you wouldn't necessarily think of a fairly isolated, lonely alien lost on a foreign world as being so upbeat and exuberant.

He wants to be happy. And he's very invested in the few people that can make him happy.

Mirage is the definition of ride or die, and that can actually be pretty scary.

He didn't give a second thought to causing at least one likely fatal car crash with his illusions, so that he and Noah could evade arrest.

We already know he's willing to take out humans if need be.

It's a good thing Noah's a good guy, because I can easily imagine Mirage as willing to do nearly anything to keep the new friend he found...

Anyway, my break's over now. lol

[fariesoiree]

minors mdni

hobie absolutely does not care if you sass him.

to be quite honest, he finds the whole thing a bit amusing. you’re so little compared to him, huffing about. constantly demanding him to do things for you and rolling your eyes at his words. no matter, he cannot allow you to continue on like this.

usually, you’re so loving. always calling him sweet names, responding to everything he says as if he created you, himself. you only really get like this when you’re overwhelmed or when the day has been particularly draining for you.

it’s not hard to figure out the explanation behind your constant attitude and sideways glares when he thinks about how much time you spent with your family to these past few days.

they’ve finally gone home but you’ve come back to him in a sour mood. clearly you haven’t had any time to destress and possibly needed time alone, despite clinging to his side. when he does try to leave you alone, you’ll pout and whine about how he doesn’t care about you only to ignore him until you want something.

hobie knows you like the back of his hand. he knows that if he doesn’t eventually pull you out of your rut, somehow, your hums and grumbles in annoyance will eventually turn into silence. you’ll go completely nonverbal and it’ll be a terrible experience for the both of you. you’ll feel guilty for your lack of communication and fall into a continuous cycle of quietness while he tries his hardest to ensure your prolonged wellbeing.

that just won’t do.

“angel,” hobie settles in the car, reaching into the cup holder to take a sip of his drink. the ice crashing into each other is the only sound ringing through the air for a bit but he’s patient. your brain must be bursting at the seams.

you have the passenger mirror flipped, fussing with your hair. it’s such a minuscule detail but for some reason, it’s such a big deal. you thought it was fine this morning but now it was too tight, too high up, too far to the left. “mm?” your lips are pressed together as you preen.

to hobie, that’s a telltale sign. you’re too far in your head to turn and smile at him like you usually do. he misses it, misses your eyes full of adoration.

though if there’s one thing he’s is, it’s understanding. he knows you aren’t quite sure how to manage your feelings but it’s a bit difficult to take you seriously like this.

by this, he means all dressed in white. little poms hanging off the side of your skirt. fuzzy white hat acting as a halo. your nails click against each other. the pink and silver gems catch the sunlight. you look like a princess you usually are, swallowed by his jacket loosely strewn across your shoulders.

“what?” you say eventually when he doesn’t respond further. your eyes cut to him, narrow and expectant. his eyes were heavy on your frame and you do not like the way it feels.

“you gonna tell me what’s wrong or you gonna keep breakin’ my heart?” he sets the cup back in the cupholder and leans against the door. his head is pressed up against the window while he eyes you. you feel small under his gaze, especially when he looks so neutral.

this isn’t a new scenario to either of you and despite knowing how it’s going to end, you insist on taking the same route each time.

“don’t know what you’re talking about.” you flip the mirror up with a loud snap! and dig in your purse for your shimmery pink lipgloss. it’s always so much easier to change your focus on an inanimate object. “can you just drive? i would like to get everything done today.”

he doesn’t miss your lack of please and thank yous. not only have you decided to stop minding your tone, it appears you’ve thrown your manners completely out the window. hobie sighs. he already knows he has to mentally prepare the both of you for what’s coming next. his sweet girl clearly needs some help communicating. it’s his job to ease some of that distress.

“please cooperate with me, love. i know it’s hard for you to talk right now but i promise you’ll feel so much better if you do. at least a little bit. you’ve been talking crazy to me all day. i don’t like that.” his much larger hand encases yours. his fingers graze your knuckles lovingly and for a moment, your temperament softens.

until you actually have to form words.

you purse your lips. you want to tell him you just have too many thoughts running around but the stress in simply telling him made you feel icky. “nothing is wrong ‘bie.” you turn your head to face the window and stare at the pedestrians passing from the safety of tinted glass. “stop fuckin’ askin’ me.”

you draw a sharp breath when your head is tugged around. you can feel his hand anchored under your chin, pulling you close. there’s no where to run to now, no escape from him and his questions.

hobie’s eyes circle between your wide ones and glossy lips. his are just barely downturned. it was only a matter a time before he let you know just how displeased with your attitude he is. “☆, i’m trying to help you. you’re givin’ me an attitude for no reason and i’m trying to help you. you can tell me what’s goin’ on in that pretty little brain of yours or you can figure it out yourself. what you’re not going to do is talk to me like that, yeah?”

you can feel yourself sinking into the seat with your hands gripping the center console. a whimper leaves your lips and hobie tsks, releasing you from his grip.

“you’re a big girl. use your big girl words.” he’s back to softly caressing your hand in an attempt to draw out his perfect girl, again.

you find yourself craving his comfort and proximity. he always had this effect on you. ever since you met, hobie’s closeness alone kept you docile. there was no need to think around him and he’s just as happy to guide you through the way.

“can’t,” you subconsciously lean towards him, eyes full of need. needing for him to do something, anything. fortunately, hobie is a mind reader when it comes to you.

he presses a kiss against your hand and another against your cheek. his lips graze the skin on the way down your neck. you can feel the coolness of his spider bite on your skin. your thoughts are all muddled and foggy. it has the perfect effect, having you no longer concerned with what to say and how to say it. “it’s too much.”

“what’s too much, pretty?” you can feel him speak against your skin, vibrating your nerves in a way that makes you tense. hobie suckles on your neck. his teeth graze and nip on the most sensitive areas. you do your best to sit still, to be present in the moment but you can’t help but squirm. your breath hitches when his tongue runs across your collarbone.

your mouth forms the words before they come out. you clutch hobie’s wrist and press your legs together. “e – everything. can’t talk.”

his tongue feels hot against your skin. his hand, trailing down your side, leaves your nerves burning in his wake. “too much goin’ on in there? need me to make it better?”

you nod feverishly. you’re just about ready to climb over the center console, keening to his touch. your body is on fire when hobie flips up your skirt. he shoves his way through your white tights and lace panties.

you gasp as he brushes his fingers against your clit. you’re already slumped over after days of stress and the lack of his touches making you extra sensitive.

“relax, angel. y’know i hate it when you move too much.” he lightly chastises you. hobie has a grip on your hip to keep you stabilized. his fingers plunge into you with little resistance. you must have been more worked up than you thought.

you lean against him, breath tanning over his skin. you can’t help but fist his shirt, pushing yourself into his hand farther. he’s knuckle deep in your cunny, drawing endless juices out and leaking all over his fingers.

you lurch forward when he bumps against that one spot, whining directly in his ear. hobie doesn’t have to wait for you to tell him to abuse it. he’s silent, grinding the palm of his hand against your clit.

he keeps you still while he plays with your hole. though your provocative reactions were the source behind his pants feeling suddenly constricting, this wasn’t about him. this was about easing your body, wound up too tight to function.

“ohmygosh, ‘bie. please! i’m gonna – don’t stop!”

you only invite him to drive his thick fingers deeper, as far as he could. hobie glimpses at your expression and nearly cums in his pants.

you look so erotic, glossy mouth formed in an o shape. your eyes are squeezed shut and the cute little hat that was previously so neatly atop your head was all lopsided. the glitter on your lids only helped his horniness. in his eyes, you were absolutely heavenly. he has the best girl with the best pussy.

you don’t even notice how he’s observing you, especially when your hole spasms on his digits. your creamy cum is siphoned out of you until your body twitches in sensitivity.

gradually, hobie’s fingers come to a stop and are gingerly sliding out of you. “all better?” he asks. he’s lifting your cheeks again, only to push his fingers passed your lips. he’s flashing you a satisfied smile when your tongue is swirling around him.

you hum in confirmation. the edge in your behavior is gone and it’s evident in the placidness in your eyes. you’re pleasant again, looking as if he’s built you the world by hand.

“you’re not gonna be mean to me anymore?” hobie pops his fingers out your mouth. he smears your spit on your cheek and even though it probably left some imperfections in your makeup, you couldn’t care less.

“mm mm.” you grin softly and settle back in your seat, only after hobie has fixed your tights and smoothens out your skirt for you. your gaze is fixed on the poms on your skirt, but this time in contentment rather than avoidance.

alas, after your little break, he starts the car. “there’s my girl.” he reaches over to buckle your seatbelt for you, fixing your hat immediately after.

and of course, you’re all gumdrops and rainbows after that. thank god you have hobie around to bring you to your senses, right when you need it most.

[jellyclogs]

hi, brooke here! <3

could i request ace helping the reader, who is having a migraine? I'm currently struggling with one myself and that would be much comfort!

feel free to be as creative as you'd like 🐝✨

not gonna lie I didn't see this ask till yesterday sorry about not replying sooner. and as some one who deals with chronic migraines, I'm sorry you've been going through it. I hope they have been getting better and I hope you enjoy the story.

Word count 1.3k

trigger warnings: Migraine, cussing, mentions of panic attacks

A Migraine

I could feel it since this morning. Just a dull ache in the back of my head. I knew it was only a matter of time before a migraine decided to strike me. I managed to get through my normal daily chores before my vision began to blur. The only reason id been able to complete my chores was because it was all muscle memory. If id had to put any real thought into it I'd be more than a little lost. I couldn't focus on anything and my thoughts were flowing like syrup through frozen pipes.

I stepped away from the laundry and closed my eyes. Yeah even with the excessive amounts of ibuprofen and acetaminophen I had taken I needed to go lay down. I turned to Banshee, she had been the only other female on the spades with me. After Pops just kinda claimed Ace as one of his we followed Ace to the whitebeard pirates. “I'm sorry to leave you when we still have work to do but if I don't go lay down I think my brain might selfdistrict.”

Banshee turned to me, “Sweetheart it's not a problem. You've looked like shit all morning I was wondering when you'd tap out.” she smiled at me. “But didn't think asking why you look like a walking corpse would help nun.” we’d been crew members for years, she knew my struggles with migraines. “Plus it's not like this is a hangover and you did it to yourself,” she added.

“Yeah nope, definitely not a hangover, and by god I feel like one.” I gave her a pathetic smile, “But still, I owe you one.” I turned to walk to the door my hand on the wall as I walked. My head was spinning. Though I knew could handle a little tumble I didn't see the need to worry the crew.

“Don't worry about it. And do you want me to walk you back to your dorm? How steady are you on your feet?” she asked in a motherly tone.

“I'll be fine But thanks Banshee.” I waved her by as I left the room. I didn't need to take her away from the work that was left.

I picked my way threw the ship trying to avoid the louder parts. Sadly my room was right next to the mess hall, no matter what time it was the mess hall was always packed full and loud enough to make the floor boards of the ship shake. I winced knowing I'd have to walk past the mess hall's doors to get to my room. The noise would be loud enough to take my balance completely away and my vision would be fucked. I braced myself for a moment, checking one last time if the way was clear before, closing my eyes, and rushing to pass the doors.

I slammed straight into someone. Someone who was much steadier on their feet. Before I was sent to the floor a set of hands grabbed my shoulders and stopped me from falling. “You ok?” Ace called over the noise of the mess hall. His grip on my shoulders was firm but not harsh.

My hands came to cling onto his arms. The noise was overwhelming, like I'd thought My balance was gone and my vision went with it. I couldn't quite manage to speak so I just shook my head no. I wasn't hurt but I definitely wasn't ok.

Ace pulled me over to my room’s door.  Helping me inside, “Is this a panic attack or a migraine?” he asked in a soft calming voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't help but smile at the question. Seeing as my head was a box of fucked up, and either were possible (plus both could take my speech away)  it was a reasonable question.

I took a moment to take a deep breath and take in the quiet of my room, “Migraine.” I croaked out. With the blare of the mess hall gone some of my brain power was coming back.

“Have you taken anything for it?” he asked sounding slightly relieved. I don't blame him. Migraines were easier to deal with than panic attacks. He helped me over to my bed helping me sit down.

“More than Marco would be happy with,” I joked, giving him a smile hoping it would calm him down slightly. I could feel the way his heart was racing well he was holding me. Ace was good at keeping a calm face when he was panicked, but his heart always gave him away. With his tough exterior, it might surprise people how much of a softy he is when it comes to his crew.  He feels helpless and panicky when the people he cares about are hurt.

“Ok since I'm not a doctor I won't scold you for that,” he sighed but I could hear the smile in his voice. He was calming down now that he knew what was wrong and how to help, “how about water?” he asked walking over to my curtains and drawing them close.

“I could use a glass.” I shifted from sitting on my bed to lying down. If it were anyone else I might have just said I was fine, but with Ace I couldn't.  With ace, I knew he’d feel better if he was helping.

“Well then ill be back.” he paused at the doorway looking over his shoulder, “Have you eaten?” he asked.

“Yes I have,” I answered my voice muffled, I had a pillow over my face to block out more light. Not that I was looking but I could feel the questioning look he was giving me, “I had breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and orange juice… not lying, promises.” I grumbled.

“Just checking.” he chuckled, and then I heard the door open and close. A few moments later I heard the door open again. Then there were footsteps crossing my room and someone sitting down on the edge of my bed. “You gonna sit up or just spill water all over yourself?” Ace asked in a slightly teasing tone.

“Sit up,” I mumbled sitting up and leaning my head against one of his shoulders.

“Good.” he brought a cup of water to my lips. He let me grab hold of the water cup before letting go. If I was feeling less shitty I might have enjoyed how close he was to me. He waited for me to finish drinking the water before asking, “You want heat or ice on the back of your neck?”

“Heat.” some heat on the back of my neck would definitely help. It would soothe my shoulders and hopefully convince my brain to calm down some. I wondered if he'd grabbed both an ice pack and a hot water bottle.

“You got it sunshine,” I could hear mischief in his voice but I wasn't sure why. Ace wasn't the type to mess with someone if they weren’t in good shape. Before I could ask what he had up his sleeve he was lying down in my bed with me, his arm my new pillow.

For a moment I just froze then I decided, fuck it. I shifted slightly to get comfortable. I was about to bitch that his arm wasn't going to be hot enough when I realized it was. “Guess this is one way to use your devil fruit.” I hummed.

“You want me to get you something else?” he asked in a soft hum. I could feel the hum reverberate in his chest, it was a pleasant sensation.

“Think you can stay here for a while?” I asked almost meekly. If I was being honest with myself it felt really nice to be cuddled up to Ace.

“Yeah I can stay here as long as you need me to,” he replied snuggling into me a little bit.

“Then no I don't want something else,” I closed my eyes, ready for a nap.

“You got it,” Ace answered letting me fall asleep on his arm.

[obsessioncorner]

•benedict bridgerton•

Summary : Benny sees you across the ballroom and cannot help but offer you his hand.

A/N : My first Benny one shot, please be kind

NO WARNINGS

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The ballroom is a sea of color and movement, the light of a hundred chandeliers sparkling off jeweled gowns and polished boots. You stand on the edge of it all, feeling both overwhelmed and exhilarated. The air is filled with the sweet strains of violins and the murmur of conversations. You smooth the folds of your lavender dress, fingers brushing over the delicate lace at your sleeves, and take a deep breath. The evening is just beginning, and the possibilities feel endless.

Across the room, you notice Benedict Bridgerton. He’s laughing at something his brother Anthony has said, his eyes crinkling in that charming way that seems to catch everyone’s attention. You’ve admired him from afar, but never had the courage to speak to him. He is, after all, one of the most eligible bachelors of the season, and you are just Y/N —shy, quiet Y/N

You watch as he glances around the room, his gaze sweeping past you. For a moment, you think he hasn't seen you. But then his eyes flick back, and his smile falters ever so slightly. There’s a spark of recognition, and he begins to make his way towards you, weaving gracefully through the throng of dancers and onlookers.

Your heart pounds in your chest as he approaches. You try to look away, to focus on anything else, but it's impossible. Benedict Bridgerton, with his piercing blue eyes and easy smile, is coming straight towards you.

“Miss Y/N,” he says when he reaches you, bowing slightly. “Would you do me the honor of this dance?”

You hesitate, glancing around as if to see if he might be addressing someone else. But his eyes are fixed on you, earnest and kind, and you can’t find it in yourself to refuse. You place your hand in his, feeling the warmth of his palm against yours, and he leads you onto the dance floor.

The music changes to a waltz, and Benedict guides you effortlessly into the steps. You’re aware of the eyes on you, of the whispers that follow in your wake, but all of it fades into the background. It’s just you and Benedict, moving together as if you’ve done this a thousand times before. He smiles down at you, and you feel your nerves begin to melt away.

“You’re a wonderful dancer,” he says, his voice low and sincere.

“Thank you,” you manage to reply, your voice barely above a whisper. “You are too.”

He chuckles, a sound that makes your heart skip a beat. “I’ve had quite a bit of practice, I must admit. But I think this might be my favorite dance yet.”

You look up at him, surprised. “Really?”

“Really,” he says, and there’s something in his gaze that makes you feel like the most important person in the room. “There’s something about you, Y/N. Something that draws me in.”

You blush, unsure of how to respond. The dance continues, and you lose yourself in the rhythm, in the sensation of his hand at your waist and the way he looks at you, as if you’re the only person who matters.

As the music comes to an end, he draws you closer, his lips near your ear. “Thank you for the dance, Y/N. I hope this won’t be the last.”

You nod, unable to find the words to express how you feel. He releases you with a reluctant sigh, bowing once more before stepping back. You watch as he rejoins his family, your heart still racing from the intensity of the moment.

For the rest of the evening, you find it hard to focus on anything else. The memory of his touch, his smile, the way he made you feel like you were the center of his world—it all lingers with you, a promise of something more.

As the night draws to a close, you can’t help but wonder what the future holds. But one thing is certain: you’ll never forget the night Benedict Bridgerton saw you across the room and couldn’t help but dance with you.

[asocialangel]

What Could Be

↬fake dating Shidou

After you made up inexistant rumors that the whole world thinks Shidou is gay, he might want to ask for your help to prove 'em he isn't.

chapter 1 – chapter 2 – chapter 3 – [...]

Shidou x fem!manager!reader. Fake dating. 700w. Okay this is so baddd ahh but more action with Shidou !! yaaa

Chapter 3, Going Public

[no warnings]

[“So, princess, what are the rules for our fake relationship ?”]

This was so casual yet it already gave you butterflies. But you wanted to pretend so bad it didn't. “Well first rule, no nicknames !” “No nicknames ? While dating ? Seriously ? This won’t even be believable, at least one of us has to use nicknames." You sighted. He was right, but princess… It just felt a lil too special to you, the kind of nickname you’d want to be used genuinely, not in some fake ass act. “What pet names do you think we'd use if we were actually dating ?” He asked again without even letting you time to answer. “I don't know, ‘baby’ ? He snickered: “That’s too corny. And it sounds weird in your mouth… Doesn’t anything come more naturally ?”. The way he was so chill, like it was just yet another relationship he was gonna get into irritated you more than it hurt you. “Princess sounds right for you, ‘cause look, you're already commanding me like we’re an old couple. You furrowed your eyebrows: “look, honey, we both know you need this more than I do, so lay low and stop GETTING ON MY NERVES” You whined that end part, getting really frustrated at just trying to imagine how this could possibly come out great. You closed your eyes really tightly. “That sounds about right.” “Honey? That's what we're going with?” You opened your eyes back up only to see Shidou making fun of you. You laughed, it wasn't that serious. 

You guys finished talking and quickly parted ways, he had a curfew and you still had quite a few things to get done before the end of the day. You had set something straight: tomorrow, you would ‘go public’ by holding hands and ‘accidentally’ getting caught kissing. You secretly wanted to ask him how it worked, but that meant revealing that you had not kissed anyone before and you couldn't handle more humiliation. That night you really struggled to fall asleep, heart pounding, anxious about the upcoming day and all the milestones you were about to break. So the next morning you tried to pretend everything was normal and that you were so detached. 

“I’m not buying it”. That’s literally the first thing Shidou answered to your “hi babe~” you tried to say confidently, so people would hear and also so Shidou would think you’re not shaking at his sight. “It’s okay to be flustered, I tend to have that effect on women”. “More like men. But anyway. Where should we be seen ?” It was so funny to meticulously plan something supposedly candid. “I was thinking the field, you could drop me off and give me a towel, kissing me goodbye.” “That’s way too obvious. We’re supposed to get caught in our secret relationship.” “Ah yeah, you’re right, well I don't know then.” “Then find some ideas ! I don't wanna be the one doing everything !” “Yeah I know you got beauty, not brains.” “Excuse me ?! –the sound level and tension kept growing– Was it deserved ? No ! Was it true ? N–” “–Vivi someone's coming ! Hold my hand, this is our chance !” “No ! I hate you ! You’re so annoy–” You couldn't even finish that Shidou grabbed your hand, pulling closer and kissed your mouth, leaving you breathless. 

Your first kiss, just like that. You couldn't even see who it was that caught you. You were so stunned. An overwhelming amount of sensations triggered an overwhelming amount of emotions. But, they were… so positive. Calm but at the same time excitement, lust maybe, curiosity and lots of bashfulness. When he pulled out of the kiss, you already missed his warm tongue. You finally registered his hand lightly stroking your lower back as you looked away hoping he wouldn't see your vermillion cheeks. Now you knew: it was Isagi, Bachira and Barou who caught you two. Isagi looked extremely uneasy, making you wonder why is HE the one embarrassed here ?! On the other hand, Barou stayed impassive, his face was so neutral you couldn't decipher what he was thinking. He looked low-key disappointed though. But Bachira ? Ooh your ears hurt with how much he screamed and giggled. He made the serious promise to tell all Blue Lock. And you knew he was dead serious. This drama king… 

The second they left you shouted, pink in embarrassment at Shidou: “I HAD SAID NO ! AND WE WE SAID KISS, I MEANT KISS ON THE CHEEK !!” “That was your first right ? I could tell”. He laughed softly looking at you dead in the eye, so attractive you started blushing all over again. It wasn’t mockery or disgust in his eyes, but you couldn't say what. Maybe endearment, wanting to help. “I hate you”. “But I was good, right ?” “I don't know, I'm not sure what it’s supposed to be like”, you rolled your eyes to pretend you didn't love every second of it. 

“We’ll practice”.

A/N loolll this is so clumsily written i hate it, but i now have a clear idea of which events will happen in which chapters so i think i won't be abandonning this project for sure !!!

[orilaiss]

Astarion and Lorena

Art credit: @a-cabin-in-midgard (thank you so much for creating this lovely art piece for me)

Astarion and Lorena had been married for sometime. They had been able to save some money they earned while adventuring all over Faerun and still had some savings from their time before defeating the Netherbrain. With this money they were able to buy a nice home in Baldur’s Gate to settle down for a bit.

Their home was beautiful, big, and filled with windows so that Astarion could enjoy the sun. After receiving the Sunwalker’s Gift ring from Lorena on their wedding day, Astarion soaked in as much sun as he could, never taking it for granted.

One morning, Astarion catches his Lore looking out the window pensively and nervously. He approaches her hugging her from behind settling his face on her neck to take in her delicious scent. She always smells of jasmine and lilies. Her neck is by far his favorite spot to settle in. Lorena is startled, she was so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize he was behind her.

Caught off guard by her sudden reaction, Astarion asks softly, “Darling…are you alright?”

Lorena turns to look up at him. Tears in her eyes. Astarion bristles, while still holding her, he looks at her with worry in his eyes. He holds her face with both hands gently, wiping the tears off her cheeks and asks ever softly, “My love…whatever could be the matter?“

Lorena looks up at him, “I have something to tell you, but I just don’t know how you will react. This has caught me by surprise and I think it will catch you by surprise as well.”

“Darling, you know you can tell me anything. What is it, my love?”

Lorena takes a deep breath, “I’m with child…we are having a baby, Astarion.”

Astarion, looks at her in shock. He doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything for a while. Lorena places her hand on his cheek, “Star? Star? Star! Oh…please say something?”

“Are…are you quite certain?” He asks. “Very…” she says. “But how…I’m a vampire…I thought I couldn’t…” Lost in his own thoughts, Astarion suddenly remembers reading about Dhampirs. If a vampire drinks enough blood from a thinking creature, and Astarion drinks plenty from his lovely wife that she gives to him willingly. It is very possible for him to sire a dhampir child.

He hugs her tenderly, with tears in his eyes, placing a gentle hand on her belly, and softly says, “A baby? We are having a baby? I…I can’t believe this could ever be possible.” He places his other hand behind her head, gently tugging at her hair, “Darling…I…thank you, thank you for making me the happiest man in all of Faerun. You have giving me yet another gift I never thought possible.” He had lost his family centuries ago, he doesn’t even remember who they are and the thought of him having a family of his own, it is so wonderfully overwhelming, he can’t help but cry joyous tears.

A sigh of relief comes out of Lorena’s mouth and she sobs, “You’re happy? I honestly didn’t know how you would react, I thought maybe you wouldn’t want a baby due to our adventuring lifestyle.”

Still in tears, he manages to chuckle, “Darling…of course I am happy! Naturally, I don’t know the first thing about raising a child, and I never saw myself as a father, never thought it possible. But this baby is our new adventure.”

Lorena holds him in tears as well. “My love…we get to have a family of our very own. Can you believe it! And you’re going to be a wonderful father. This child will love you so much just as much as I do.”

Astarion, still in tears, says softly, “A family of our very own? A family…MY family…MY child…OUR child. Gods, I love you, Lore. You have given me everything…more than I could have ever hoped for.” They stay like this for a while, hugging, sharing tender kisses, both never wanting to let go of one another.

[entomolog-t]

Got an Idea

In the world of "Bite Me" vampires are real tiny parasitic things, right? But they're still vampires. Does that mean there are people like paranormal hunters or something? There's so much potential in these...

THIS IS A GREAT QUESTION!

So to avoid spoilers I'm going to be pretty vague-

Vampires in the Bite Me universe are abnormal but not paranormal (though I will be doing a paranormal au because there is SO MUCH potential so by all means I can try to answer some more trad vampire stuff if talking about the potential au).

THOUGH- that doesn't mean that the tiny lil bloodsucking activity has gone completely unnoticed right? I mean, Aedes can't possibly be the only vampire who's been caught...

A BIT MORE ELABORATION

Vampires are completely normal biologically speaking, in that they don't have supernatural powers. The vampires in the Bite Me universe are essentially just a type of well adapted parasite. Some lil tidbits about their biology-

⚠ Nerd Alert ⚠

They are nocturnal- and hunt at night. Their eyes are adapted for low light conditions, though they can still move freely in the light.

They have an instinctual fear towards light (feels open, the feeling of being watched etc...) essentially to avoid predation by animals or being spotted by humans

Vampires have keen senses (hearing, smell, taste, sight) and phenomenal reaction time in order to help hunt. With their processing speed and keen senses, unless you catch one in the act or manage to corner/trap one, vampires are extremely hard to catch by just grabbing (cough cough, unless a certain lil someone likes to be grabbed) His senses dull when not in active "bloodlust" in order to keep the mind from being perpetually overwhelmed by everything all at once, though even dulled they are remarkably keen.

They are stronger than humans (relatively speaking), and quite durable. They have a high density of fast twitch muscles that helps further bolster their reaction time.

I've dabbled with the possibly of them having mild electroreception (basically in order to have a 6th sense towards heart beats as the muscle contracts) BUUUT I want to play around with the speculative biology with that. Mammals don't typically have an electrosense (more of a fish thing) but there are exceptions- yet those are still water based (with the semi exception of the echidna) so I'd have to do some pretty hefty playing around if I wanted to make it work.

They're allergic to garlic (along with a lot of other foods). Carnivorous, especially blood based parasitic diets leave an organism with an extremely reduced gut (Fun fact, theres actually a reason behind Aedes' slutty lil waist 😭) so they typically lack the ability to digest some harsher irritants, garlic being a big one. The smell is also extremely pungent so, yes, it absolutely will keep Aedes away (though it would have to be crushed)

Vampires in Bite Me do have one ability that feels almost supernatural- they are natural mimics. Vampires have incredible vocal control and ranges. This is incredibly useful to both ward off predators and lure in prey. Because of this- there are some typical tactics they use to avoid being caught (Some in more remote regions will mimic a rattlesnake rattle to deter a person from coming closer if they get spotted- and are usually able to slip away while the human calls pest control). This skill has led to both folklore and urban legends, about weird sounds occurring in strange locations. With their speed and skills in avoiding detection, a person would likely assume their house is haunted well before thinking theres a little vampire running around their house

Typically their bite is mildly numbing- though a very small number of people have a mutation that makes the numbing nearly completely ineffective (June being one of them). In that case, the numbing tends to work against its intended purpose- the numbing instead being noticeably tingling, and without the numbing agent, the anticoagulation factors and vasodilators within the saliva increase sensation in tandem with the increased bloodflow to the bite area, as well as giving the overall area a warm sensation.

WHEW

That was a chunky lore dump.

[beestriker015]

Shelly x male Team Magma s/o

You may be wondering how two members of opposing teams that absolutely despise one another fell in love.

Well, it’s a long story.

Team Aqua, who are dedicated to their leader’s goal of expanding the sea.

Team Magma, whose ambition is to expand the land mass.

Due to contrasting goals, these teams are bitter enemies with one another, leading to many conflicts between the two.

Shelly and s/o first met during one of these many confrontations between their two teams and engaged battle with each other.

Despite being an Admin while s/o is a mere grunt, Shelly was easily defeated by him, leaving her both flabbergasted and a little impressed, not that she would ever admit it.

“H-how is this possible?! I shouldn’t have lost to a lowly Magma grunt like you!”

“I told you not to underestimate me Aqua Admin. Let your defeat show you that Team Magma is strongest.”

S/o smirks victoriously, making Shelly in leer at him in anger before Team Aqua begrudgingly retreats.

Impressed by his victory over the Aqua Admin, Team Magma’s leader Maxie promotes s/o to Admin.

Since that day, Shelly and s/o formed a rivalry with each other, with Shelly swearing that she’ll crush him in battle the next time they meet.

Unfortunately for her, s/o goes undefeated.

After losing to her enemy for what seems like the millionth time, Shelly falls to her knees and punches the ground in frustration.

“Why?! Why can’t I defeat you?! I don’t deserve to be a part of Team Aqua if I can’t even defeat a Magma lowlife like you!”

Watching her break down, s/o can’t help but feel bad.

“Hey. If it means anything, you are a pretty good trainer, and it’s because of you that I train my pokémon so hard. I always look forward to our battles…Shelly.”

Greatly surprised by his words, Shelly gets up and offers s/o a small smile before turning away with a huff.

“This does not make us friends…but thank you for saying that, I…appreciate it.”

At that moment, the two enemies would begin growing closer, even if they didn’t realize it.

Now whenever their teams would enter another skirmish, s/o and Shelly would of course battle, but not necessarily as enemies.

As time passed, s/o and Shelly grew even fonder of one another, leading to a spark of romantic attraction beginning to emerge, which they both quickly notice.

“No. I can’t be falling in love with her. She’s the enemy! What would Maxie say if he found out I’m getting feelings for a Team Aqua member?!”

“What is wrong with me?! There’s no way that I’m attracted to s/o! He’s from Team Magma! Our enemy! Archie’s enemy! My…enemy.”

Try as they might to fend off their feelings, love is quite persistent.

When next they meet, the awkward tension between them is quite noticeable.

Shelly and s/o are both unfocused and make several mistakes during their battle, somehow resulting in the former’s victory.

“I….I won? I won! After so many defeats I finally managed to beat you s/o!”

Despite losing the battle, s/o feels happy for Shelly.

“Congratulations Shelly, you deserve the win.”

Overwhelmed with happiness, Shelly absentmindedly pulls s/o into a kiss, which he can’t help but sink into.

The reality of what she just did sets in as Shelly quickly pushes s/o away with a reddened face.

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to do that! I-”

Her embarrassed rambling is silenced by s/o kissing her again, catching her off guard.

“W-what was that for?”

“You kissed me first. Consider us even now.”

“Even?! Oh no, don’t think I’m letting you get away with that! Come here!”

She pulls him into another kiss, this one causing their feelings for one another to finally let loose.

After pulling away, Shelly and s/o stare into each other’s eyes before fully confessing their feelings.

Luckily for the two, none of their teammates were nearby to hear or see what’s been going on.

“What do we do now Shelly? I love you, and you love me, but we both know our Teams won’t approve of us being together.”

“Then we’ll keep it a secret. Our relationship is our business. Maxie and Archie don’t need to know.”

“Can we really make this work? I mean, I know I love you, but I don’t want either of us to get into trouble.”

“Don’t worry s/o, we’ll take things slow and play it by year. If our team finds out about us, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. I love you s/o, and I can’t fight what my heart wants any longer.”

“Alright then. I love you too Shelly.”

The two embrace and officially begin their secret relationship.

As a couple, s/o and Shelly can’t do a lot of things normal couples do for obvious reasons, but that doesn’t stop them from trying.

Cutesy texts, small gifts, love notes, and fun selfies are constantly being exchanged between the two.

Time together is extremely rare, but when they do manage to get away from their teams, cuddles and kisses are mandatory.

S/o and Shelly put up a facade that they absolutely hate each other when around their teammates as to not raise suspicion.

Luckily for them, it seems to be working.

Their respective leaders do often wonder who it is that their admin is dating, but respect them enough as to not pry into their personal lives.

When Groudon and Kyogre are awakened, s/o and Shelly accidentally kiss in front of their leaders after being relieved that the other is safe, thus letting their secret out.

After explaining everything to Maxie and Archie, the two wait for the incoming scolding.

“Shelly, while I don’t approve of you dating this Magma land lover and hiding it from me, I suppose if you’re happy, I just have to get used to it.”

“I’m quite surprised at you s/o. I never would have expected you to be in a relationship with one of our enemies. However, you are an adult that is aware of his own decisions. Besides, at the moment there are more important matters at hand.”

Once the legendary pokémon are dealt with, both teams realize the error of their ways and vow to work together to make up for their misdeeds, thus giving s/o and Shelly more time to be together.

“I’m happy everything worked out for the better. I love you so much Shelly.”

“I love you too s/o, and whatever our future holds, I know I want you by my side.”

The two share a loving kiss, both happy that their relationship doesn’t have to be hidden from their teams any longer.

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #157

1. Hello, first of all thank you for all your hard work 🫶 really appreciate! I'm looking for a fic i read about a year ago: unfortunately i can't remember much, so i apologise if it's a vague description. I also think i might be mixing some facts with this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39533883 so i’m sorry if i’m making it hard to find. Trigger warning from here on (depression, su! c!de): the fic was set in the crowley's flat and the characters were canon (im pretty sure it was set a short time after S1's canon events, but somehow C still had holy water). Crowley had just suffered some sort of physical and emotional trauma (r@pe? sorry, i can't quite remember) and couldn't trust neither Aziraphale nor himself. He fell in a state of depression and couldn't see any other way out but use the holy water in his safe. (Spoilers) | remember a scene where he weakly walked to the safe and wrote a note, then tried to reach the thermos but was stopped last second by Aziraphale. Thank you in advance🫶; and if you manage to find it, congrats😅 - anon

2. Helloo I hope it's not too hard to find but I lost a fic on ao3 a bit ago I didn't finish reading and was hoping someone recognise it, it starts off with post apoca-nope Crowley being confronted by demons in his flat who tell him to stay away from aziraphale and summon a screen through which to view him. buuut since there was no audio they all missed a conversation between aziraphale and god in which god gives him a golden string (I think) and explains that metatron has been giving orders independently from god, then asks aziraphale to go to heaven and stirr up trouble. And that's when I accidentally closed the Tumblr app and lost it :( - anon

3. so theres this fic i was reading where its post canon but basically crozira gets locked up in heaven and crowley does his snake thing and releases them both (was in the beginning ish) but thats all i remember 😭😭 im sorry if this is too much to ask for, thank you in advance!!! - @stars-v3ria

4. Hello! I hope y'all are doing all right in what I imagine is a swamp of new asks from season 2's approach. (Writing this in the final few weeks til release.) I'm writing in search of a lost fic--I've scrounged through the Aziraphale's True Form tag but come up empty. It was T, M, or E rated, and more or less a true form sex fic, but may or may not have included genital sex. The part I remember (which I think was the focus of the story, it being a oneshot) was framed as a divinity/grace kink scene in which Aziraphale revealed his true form to Crowley. It was overwhelming to him (verging on pain iirc), but also very beautiful, intense, and possibly sensual or sexual. The part I really remember, though, came at the end-- Crowley, crying, used their safeword, which was "Amen." And after that I think it was more on the tender side. Would you happen to have encountered such a story? Thank you very much for your time, and potentially that of your followers-- I very much appreciate all the work you do for the fandom. <3 P.S. In case this reaches the author, and you with to remain anonymous, please know that the fic really stuck with me and I was merely searching for it in hopes of leaving a comment to that effect. &lt;3 - @elderly-worm

5. Hello! I was recently told about the (cursed) movie script and was told that there is a fanfiction of Book and Show Crowley saving movie Aziraphale from movie Crowley. The person said they're sure they read it on ao3 but cannot find it now and I'm extremely curious. Any help would be very appreciated and thank you so much for the library you're doing here, helped me to find a lot of gems. - anon

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[cuddlyscribe]

As long as requests are open I'm gonna be a major nuisance! 😁 More Kazuya plz! This time with fluff (mostly anyway) Really wanna spoil him. This time loving femdom s/o is planning to give him an awesome birthday! Both SFW cuteness and some NSFW if possible. Thanks in advance!

[thank you so much for your patience as I finished this!! and please, I love nuisances!! 😂 your requests give me life and I have been loving writing all of them! I hope you enjoy!!]

Kazuya probably doesn't even know it's his own birthday. Like this man is so overwhelmed with his plans for world domination and fighting his child that he doesn't have the time to think about celebrating. And if we're being honest, he probably hasn't thought about his own birthday since he was a child.

But he knows that you have to be up to something when he notices that you're hiding things from him, being secretive. He knows it's nothing terrible or bad, but it does pique his curiosity. He won't let you know that yet, though!

One time while you were working on his card, he manages to just teleport behind you somehow and peeks over your shoulder. You quickly hide what you're doing from him, but he just smirks and gives you a kiss on your temple. Now he's got an idea of what's up, and he thinks it's possibly the most adorable thing ever.

Yet the excitement of his special day doesn't quite strike him until it's the morning and you're already out of bed, which is not normal at all. Kazuya's instinct is to worry instantly, but when he smells something incredible coming from the kitchen his worries fade away.

There's balloons and presents set out on the kitchen island, confetti strewn about the counter and on the seats. It's a quaint sight, nothing fancy or spectacular but you've clearly put your heart and soul into it. That and whatever amazing thing you're cooking up right now.

Kazuya is... Speechless. He almost doesn't know how to express his gratitude or his feelings at all right now because that part of him has been closed off for decades. It's amazing how all this time he's been with you, you've slowly and carefully helped him let down his walls around you. Frankly, he never thought he'd get to feel excited about something like this ever again.

The rest of your day together is spent with the same calm yet jovial mood. Kazuya opens his presents and carefully inspects each one with a grin. Everything is exactly something he'd want; you really do know him so well. But as cliche as it might sound, none of that compares to the love that he feels when he's around you. Now that is truly the best gift you could've ever given him.

SPICE under the cut!

And let's be real, what birthday for your man is complete without some incredible birthday sex? If you want to make sure that Kazuya feels that extra bit of love and appreciation on his special day, please make sure that you worship this man like a god.

Hell, this is still Kazuya we're talking about. Can you say god complex? He'd never admit it, but he'd probably come just having you worship and praise him and touch him all over. He doesn't treat you in a degrading way, but he absolutely loves to know how much you love him too.

Oh yeah, this man is all about the cock worship. Please please tell him how good he stretches you out and how there's literally no other man on the planet that could make you come over and over like he could. It makes his head spin like nothing else.

I also just get this feeling that Kazuya would SO have a breeding kink with you, but that's a whole other request that I would write immediately if asked LOL

[besiegedhunter]

Projekt Red's second chance and significance of life.

"Without Kal'tsit she would be gone by now."

A quote from Red's module and one that always stuck out to me for one reason but I never thought to consider what else it informs about Red's character.

And here I want to delve into Red's life, how this quote informs her story and how she lost it.

Also at the end I want to discuss a possibility regarding Kal'tsit saving Red that's quite interesting with what it means. But all that is under the cut.

So to begin with this should be the context behind Kal'tsit saving Red's life which sadly there's no information on the event itself but we do know what was happening with Red and how she felt going into it.

Now we can gather from Red's Trust 1 that Red had been raised by Grandma for a very young age. A time that we know was very unpleasant for her:

Now this is in the least very far into her training since it served as the last test. We don't know what else she went through. We just know that Red's entire identity is around hunting wolves and that she cuts anything that gets close (likely because of her time in those wilds).

But her time with Grandma influences her even further.

We know from her files she has bad social and educational skills. Her module states too that she doesn't know what to use an salary and Reed's file stating that Red is a lone wolf also informs how she feels about socialization.

But this paints an even more dire picture. One of being completely overwhelmed and broken by what she was up against now, that the severity is comparable to her time in the wilderness that Grandma threw her into.

As it says, she didn't know life's meaning, because Grandma gave her purpose. She doesn't have it for herself. And the direness of how much she didn't want to learn in informed by later when she joins Rhodes and in her mind it was just while she decided what to do. A decision that took upwards of three years. (Doctor leaves Sarcophagus in 1096 - Il Siracusano 1099)

But it's at this point, where Red just wanted out of this maze and was coming up against how unprepared for this world when she met Kal'tsit, a Doctor.

Now we don't know what exactly happened but Red makes clear that she would've died without Kal'tsit. Either due to literally needing medical aid or because without her guidance she would've died either way. It could be both.

But if she was going to die, who would mourn? Like it's sad but think about it. At this point, she doesn't know Kal'tsit or Rhodes, she doesn't have a family she remembers and Grandma only cares about her success and has time to get someone else to achieve her goal.

That's the sad reality of Red at this point and to a degree to now. Rhodes would mourn but the greater world wouldn't feel a thing and even among Rhodes it's a select few who'd truly feel sad.

But through Kal'tsit she was given a second chance to live and to enjoy life but here's the curious thing: even with a second chance things don't change.

She remains lost and unsure of her future:

She continues being a wolf hunter. She gains a few people who she's close to but not very many and even Kal'tsit, who saved her and who desires to help anyone who needs it finds that she can only do so little:

And the worst bit?

The person who put her through hell, exhausted a life's worth of possibilities and didn't prepare her for the world still has a hold on her.

As of Il Siracusano Red has left Rhodes Island. Kal'tsit doesn't know if she's going to return and Red is doing Grandma's bidding. She has no one again but Grandma and is so close to realizing her goal.

Through the perspective of her having a second chance to make the most of her life, nothing has changed and she's lost what she actually gained from it.

But time and time again it's stated in her files and outside that she must decide for herself and break free and Kal'tsit has managed to teach Red:

And in Il Siracusano, when she's left Rhodes she still values Kal'tsit:

As much as she still is chained to Grandma:

But we've got half, if not say a quarter of this story. A story which has changed very little from the beginning but which hammers in the point that she can change but only through her own choices and ability.

Now, I do have an extra bit concerning Red's life being an significant thing and the angle of her having a second chance that takes all of this and elevates it and it's how improbable it is that Kal'tsit was there to save Red in the first place.

It could be the case that some Rhodes Island operators found her and got her to the landship where Kal'tsit learned the situation and decided to raise Red but how Red speaks of it "if not for Kal'tsit she'd be gone." and how significant their relationship is it feels like Kal'tsit was the one who discovered her.

And that is almost impossible. For the same reason that anyone coming upon Red prior to Rhodes Island is difficult (her not interacting with anyone) but Kal'tsit is running Rhodes Island at this time, the head of the medical department. If she was the one who found Red herself she'd need to be in Siracusa and we know if it was prior to that she wouldn't have taken Red in, as she didn't Passenger, Folinic or Crownslayer.

So I've had a theory that Kal'tsit discovered Red while looking for Crownslayer in Siracusa. Possibly once Rhodes Island was set up, giving her the ability to take people in at that point.

Now if this is correct and Kal'tsit was looking for Crownslayer then effectively these events would have to happen to and did save Red:

Someone makes the sarcophagus

Ursus discovers the sarcophagus

Crownslayer's Dad and Kal'tsit work to research the sarcophagus

The sarcophagus purge happens and Kal'tsit saves Crownslayer

Crownslayer has to either: be a Lupo so Kal'tsit takes her to Siracusa or have Siracusan family

These events lined up for Kal'tsit to look for Crownslayer in Siracusa to then meet and save Red's life. This to me is such a wild series of events that Red is an anomaly to be alive if it's true that Kal'tsit only met Red because of Crownslayer.

And I think it not only makes Red's "second chance" even more important as it's practically a miracle but also it means that Red and Crownslayer are even moreso interlinked.

If Crownslayer died then Red would've also which really further highlights how entwined their stories are (and how funny it is that Red keeps bullying her)

Another thing it does is connect Red to the sarcophagus which is actually significant because Red's probably the playable character most connected to the sarcophagus's ability to turn characters into animals, through her ability to scare Lupos.

It's not only something that Beast Lords, manifestations of nature can do but when Zaaro does the same thing as Red, Vigil describes it like this:

If what Red and Zaaro's fear is targeting is kinship, something shared by Ancients and Beast Lords then it feels like this fear targets the same thing that the sarcophagus does to turn the character (like Mephisto) into the animal they are.

Which, it's not like Red has any relationship to the sarcophagus but through being saved by Kal'tsit looking for Crownslayer after that incident, it gives a reason for it to be brought up in regards to her and does connect them in a way.

Which is some really curious things for one detail that I must repeat: is not confirmed! We know nothing!

But hey when Red gets her event they may touch upon it. Or maybe an oprec or an Alter. Just something, please!

Hope it was a decent enough read!