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lair-of-platonic-yanderes · 3 days ago

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Father Dragon, His Dragonet and Monster

Platonic! Yandere! Neuvillette x GN! Child! Furina! Reader

Description: You didn't show up today. Neuvillette is worried.

Warnings and tags: OOC. English is my second language. You might see Focalors and Arlecchino as an unlikable people. Aether is a Traveler. Arlecchino's fate is gruesome.

A/N: It's a derect "what if" from original oneshot. However, you can see it as an alternative ending.

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Neuvillette was equally worried and annoyed.

[Y/N] were late. They were never late before. They, despite being loud, dramatic and childish (for a five hundred-year-old archon), were responsible and punctual.

So, either something happened, that kept them late, or they overslept.

Neuvillette tapped out a simple rhythm on the tabletop with his fingers. In terms of inner and outer politics, legal proceedings and all other "Running the nation" business, he did most of the job, but [Y/N] still remain the most important figure and their participation was necessary.

Making a decision, he raised up from his chair and left the office.

A few minutes later, he climbed the stairs to the top floor of Palais Mermonia and stood at the door of their room.

Ceasth and Enghien¹, two melusines, that were guarding the door (recently, Neuvillette find it impossible, if not outright preposterous, to let humans guard [Y/N]'s room or kid themselves. Hydro Sovereign's child should be protected by a dragon, vishap or new sort of Hydro vishap), didn't notice him at first. They were whispering to each other, looking distressed. They didn't even realize, that Neuvillette was here, until he cleared his throat.

Melusines' ears perked up, they turned their heads in unison towards Neuvillette. Ceasth's tail nervously twitched.

"Monsieur Neuvillette! Good morning! Just in time, we were ready to go into your office."

Neuvillette frowned slightly.

"Did something happened with [Y/N]? Why they are late?"

Neuvillette tried not to roll his eyes, when both melusines looked appalled by how he addressed the archon.

Recently, Neuvillette not only stopped trusting people with protecting his kid. He couldn't bring himself to think about [Y/N] as an archon. It leads to some awkward moments, when he called [Y/N] by their name and without any title (both official and non-official) in someone else's company. He still remembered Clorinde's pale face, when she heard Neuvillette blatant disrespect. Even melusines, who, admittedly, weren't big fans of Hydro Archon, looked disturbed. A few times his tongue slipped, and he called [Y/N] by their name, when they worked together. Kid either choose to let it slide, or didn't pay too much attention to Neuvillette's words.

But right now, he has no time to deal with cultural shock. He leaned forward, looked straight at melusines. He repeated, slowly and clearly.

"Did something happened with [Y/N]?"

Enghien licked her lips, rubbing her hands.

"Yesterday they came back late. And they were... in distress. They didn't eat, and just stayed in their room. I don't know if they managed to sleep."

Ceasth didn't wait for Neuvillette to ask the next question.

"They were crying. There were some noise, coming from the room. Like Lord² [Y/N] were moving something. There also were sounds of something hitting the glass and talking. I couldn't make out the words, but the tone was... desperate... And now... Better, if you see it on your own, Monsieur Neuvillette."

Neuvillette's blood felt, like it froze. Crying, someone made [Y/N] cry...

Ceasth, obvious to Neuvillette's emotions, turned around, knocking on the door. She raised her voice, so [Y/N] would hear her.

"Lord [Y/N]! Please..."

The loud cry interrupted her.

"Go a-away! I-I w-won't g-go out!"

The voice ended up in sobbing. Neuvillette fight the urge to knock down the door.

His kid, his dragonet were in distress. His kid, his dragonet need their father!

Neuvillette spoke slowly, keeping his emotions in check.

"Caeth, Enghiene, please, leave us. I will deal with the situation."

Melusines looked at each other, but turned away from the door without questions. Waiting until the couple disappeared around the corner, Neuvillette knocked on the door.

Immediately, the voice followed.

"I s-said, go a-away! I will s-stay h-here!"

Neuvillette's voice was soft.

"[Y/N], I promise, I won't make you leave your room. But, please, let me come in. I want to make sure, that you are okay."

[Y/N] didn't answer. Neuvillette waited for a few seconds, before putting a hand on the handle.

"[Y/N], I am coming in."

Still no answer. Neuvillette pressed the door handle. Thankfully, it wasn't locked.

The room didn't change much since his last visit. It was a kid's dream come true, with everything being too new.

But the once tidy room were a mess.

All toys, blankets, pillows and chairs were gathered in a heap in the corner of the room.

From the depths of the makeshift shelter, a pair of frightened eyes, reddened from tears, looked at Neuvillette.

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Sometimes, you wished, that your mom Focalors didn't give you a mission.

You wanted a family and wanted to have friends.

Despite everything, you were just a kid.

You tried, you really tried to do your best. To be a good actor.

Crying yourself to sleep was enough for you to keep your emotions in check. Until yesterday.

A Scary Monster attacked you. Scary Monster tried to kill you.

You don't remember, how you managed to escape and got to your room.

Only in your room you get a small break.

You cried. You were scared and terrified. Scared of Monster, that almost killed you.

Whatever you look, you saw Monster.

You didn't feel safe. You made a shelter from everything you could move into the corner. In a small breaks, you were hitting the mirror in your room, where four centuries ago you saw her. And you begged.

"M-mom! P-please, I am scared! P-please, mom, I-I don't want to be an archon a-anymore. I don't like that game! P-please, m-mom, I... I want a hug! Mom, there is a scary Monster in Fontaine! It almost killed me! M-mom..."

She didn't come. She didn't appear in your room, or in the mirror. She didn't say, that she won't let anyone hurt you, that you will be okay.

You were alone. You were alone for the last four centuries.

You didn't sleep that night. And couldn't bring yourself to leave your room.

You tried to force yourself to leave the room. You tried to tell yourself, that you have an important task.

You didn't listen.

There was a Monster outside.

And it was searching for you

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Neuvillette's heart aches, seeing his kid so scared and vulnerable. He carefully approached the shelter, and big tearful eyes watched his every step.

Neuvillette stopped before the shelter, sitting on the floor, making himself look smaller, more approachable. He slowly extended both hands towards the frightened child. They whimpered, curling into a ball. Neuvillette could see [Y/N] hugging a familiar plush Ball Octopus. Bubbly Seahorse and Armored Crab were also here, flanking the scared child.

"P-please, leave me alone." [Y/N] trembled, not looking at Neuvillette. "I will work from here today."

Neuvillette's frown deepen. There should be something he can do to make the kid calm down.

Neuvillette looked around. His gaze stopped on a familiar bookshelf, full of books about kids having families and getting ones.

A foggy memory surfaced on his mind.

A century ago, there was a relatively popular children's play in Mondstadt. A musical about a family having a happy life and going on adventures together.

There was a short Teyvat tour. In Fontaine, they were performing in Opera Epiclese.

[Y/N] watched all performances they had. Moreover, some melusines whispered about seeing Hydro Archon sneaking around the place, where acting troupe were practicing.

Neuvillette wasn't interested in children's plays. He barely remembered the tunes. But his kid needed it.

He started humming. One of the songs from the play, which mother sang to her children.

He didn't remember much. But now, repeating the melody over and over, he started to remember the tune.

[Y/N] stopped shaking. They were silently watching Neuvillette, tears running down kid's cheeks.

Neuvillette, still humming, extended his arms towards [Y/N] again.

This time they moved. With all of their three favorite plushies, they crawled towards Neuvillette. They left the shelter, letting Neuvillette see the unkempt appearance of normally tidy child.

Without letting their toys go, [Y/N] reached towards Neuvillette.

Still humming the lullaby, he hugged them, and slowly stand up, trying not to drop them and their toys.

He was holding them with one hand, while slowly petting their head with the other.

He put his chin on top of kid's head. Their hair was unkept, but fluffy.

[Y/N] were sobbing.

Neuvillette didn't speak, preferring to hum the melody. He managed to recall not only the whole motive, but, even some verses.

His voice never sounded so warm before.

"...My, beloved child please stay here, in my arms. While, you're still small and fragile I, will keep you safe from harm.."³

[Y/N] stopped sobbing. Now they were sitting here, with their face hidden in Neuvillette's chest.

Neuvillette didn't speak. He sang the song a few more times, before asking.

"Little one, tell me, who made you so upset? Your dad will punish them. Your dad will make sure, that no one will hurt you."

A pair of [e/c] eyed stared at Neuvillette.

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You are supposed to be an archon.

A loud, boisterous god.

Lord of All Waters, Kindreds, Peoples, and Laws. God of justice.

But you weren't them. They are her titles.

Titles, that you supposed to pretend to have.

You are supposed to be strong. You should yell at Neuvillette. You should chew him out for braking the subordination.

You were a God of Fontaine.

You were a liar, who would probably be kicked out on the streets the morning moment the lie is discovered.

And who would probably still be kicked out, when That Trial is over.

You didn't want to think about it. You wanted to think, that after the prophecy is averted, and you will be free to live your own life, they will appear.

Your family.

Your dad, who will protect you, and who will take you on travels.

Your mom, who will give you warm hugs and sing you lullabies.

You will live in a small cozy cottage. You will attend school, play with friends, get good grades.

And your family will love you.

But, what if it was just a lie? What if no one will be here? What if you will be alone. Forever.

You should yell at Neuvillette, who sang you a lullaby. You should chew him out for wanting to be your dad.

You didn't want to do it. You will let his disrespectful attitude slide. Just for a bit.

You are just a kid, right? Y-you...

You wanted to have a family just for a bit. A protective father.

"Monster... I was attacked by a monster...⁴ I just wanted to play with a cat... I didn't do anything wrong! And then monster..."

You were still crying. Neuvillette tighten his hug. He fought the urge to growl. He didn't want to scare you.

He caught his reflection in the window's glass.

His eyes became even more dragon-like. Slits of pupils became even thinner, irises became dark-purple, and scleras became light-purple.

He didn't growl, but he did bare his teeth. His canines became sharp, too sharp to be human teeth. Dragon's fangs. Neuvillette wondered if they were sharp enough to tear apart the monster.

Not now. He should make sure, that his dragonet are safe.

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"Don't be mistaken, Monsieur Neuvillette, I do respect you. Her Royal Highness the Tsaritsa view you as an embodiment of Fontaine's Laws and Justice. However, I can't help, but wondering, what keeps Lord [Y/N] so busy? They have been missing official diplomatic meetings. Is Fontaine trying to send a message? Maybe, Snezhnaya became too insignificant in eyes of Hydro Archon. So insignificant, that Hydro Archon didn't care about meeting with a diplomat in person."

Arlecchino looked at him above the teacup. Neuvillette's face was emotionless. He waited for her to take a sip.

"Mademoiselle Arlecchino, don't you think, that you are crossing the line? Or did Cryo Archon make the most rude and mindless donkeys Snezhnayan diplomats?"

Arlecchino coughed, choking on a tea. Neuvillette's face still was emotionless, but he was delighted. Because, if she was the monster, who attacked his dragonet, she deserved nothing, but pain.

"Lord [Y/N] decided to spend all their time on solving the prophecy. The fate of a nation is more important, than a little dispute over Snezhnayan harbinger."

Arlecchino finally caught her breath.

"It's... not a little dispute. Childe was arrested for some unknown reasons, Fontaine didn't do anything to investigate his case, and you are refusing to let us investigate. One would think, that Fontaine want to cut ties with Snezhnaya."

Neuvillette looked through the window. His thoughts were far away. He was thinking about a home, far away from the capital. About small pound at the front yard with otters. About cozy rooms. And about his little dragonet. What were you doing right now? Were you reading? Were you playing? He hopped, that you weren't crying or trembling with fear. Because you were afraid, that monster will attack you again.

Three days ago he got you away from Palais Mermonia. He took you in his own house. It was secure, no one knew where it was. He promised, that you will be safe there. There was everything you will ever need. Cozy room, toys, books. Friendly otters, tasty food.

A good place to raise a dragonet.

And while dragonet are safe in their nest, Dragon Dad will hunt.

He didn't care, that you don't know who exactly attacked you. He would find out.

"Fortress of Meropide isn't under Fontaine's jurisdiction. Lord [Y/N] and I can't order Duke Wriothesley to release your colleague. Either spoke with Duke directly, or wait for Marechaussee Phantom to investigate his case. And stop lecturing me on how to run a nation."

He looked directly in Arlecchino's eyes.

"Now, I believe, that we have nothing else to discuss."

Harbinger stayed silent. With a nod, she stood up.

"We will continue our discussion later, Monsieur Neuvillette."

When she left, Neuvillette whispered.

"We will, if you are the one, who hurt my dragonet."

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Neuvillette didn't really want to help Arlecchino or Childe. But he did ask Traveler and Paimon to get to Fortress of Meropide just to get make that annoying harbinger to shut up.

It took them a few days to learn about Childe's disappearance. However, they only decided to give a full report to Neuvillette after their month-long sentence was over. Neuvillette wasn't paying attention to their report. He was checking the list of names he made.

All Fontainians, all melusines, all tourists and diplomats. Everyone could have been the one, who attacked [Y/N] a month ago. Some names were crossed. He checked their alibis, and they were innocent. He still has a lot of names in his list.

"Oh, Monsieur Neuvillette, [Y/N] were always an Archon, right?" Paimon's question caught Neuvillette's attention. He looked at flying fairy, raising an eyebrow. Paimon was obvious to Neuvillette's confusion, and to Aether's 'Paimon, no' whispers.

"Of course they always were. What a strange question."

Neuvillette return to his list. Paimon, still obvious to Aether's whispers, explained.

"The Knave told us, that [Y/N] might be a liar. They don't have a gnosis."

Neuvillette dropped his pen. He slowly looked at Paimon again. Fairy start explaining, while Aether just rubbed his forehead in defeat.

"Oh... One month ago she tried to get the Hydro Gnosis..."

One month ago... When [Y/N]...

"...She waited, when [Y/N] were alone..."

His child, after another nightmare filled night was crying, while he was hugging them...

His eyes became more draconic...

"...they didn't fight, only begged to be spared..."

They again barricaded all windows in the house. Afraid, that one day monster will return...

Fangs broke the skin of his lips, filling his mouth with metallic taste of blood...

"...there were no gnosis, but they survived..."

They were spooked by a snapped twig, thinking, that monster was coming...

Sharp claws shredded the useless list...

"... perhaps, they just cursed. Maybe, if we face Lord [Y/N] in court..."

WHAT THESE PESTS THINK THEY ARE?!

"OUT!!!"

Neuvillette's roar shook Palais Mermonia, and terrified Aether and Paimon ran away.

Neuvillette, now more of a beast, than a human, sank his claws in the table.

Arlecchino. She was his target after all.

The hunt was on.

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Next few days Neuvillette couldn't look for Arlecchino. Poisson was flooded with Primordial Sea waters. People start demanding to see [Y/N], who still were staying in his home.

During days Neuvillette was dealing with aftermath if the flood.

At nights, he was taking care of [Y/N]. Their nightmares finally became less frequent. They even started to play outside more often.

There was a trial scheduled for today. Surprisingly, details of the trial were hidden from him.

For some reason, instead of a trial, Lyney and Lynette were performing. Neuvillette was ready to leave, when twins performed their last trick.

On a stage three people appeared.

Traveler, Paimon and utterly terrified you.

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You were just taking a small walk. You wanted to pick up some flowers to make a flower crown for Neuvillette.

The last month were scary, but you have never been happier before. You felt like a normal child who have the greatest dad in the world.

Somehow, you were found by people of Fontaine. They were shouting. Demanding answers from you.

You ran. Traveler found you and take you to a safe place.

In some cruel twist of fate, he got you into the court.

Aether's voice wasn't loud, but for you, it sounded like yelling.

"Your honor, I would like to charge Lord [Y/N] as a fraud who's never been the Archon in the first place."

You were trying to keep yourself together. You can't let them see your fear.

Neuvillette could barely contain his anger.

"I won't tolerate baseless accusations in the Court. There will be no trial today."

"But, Monsieur Neuvillette, by Fontaine laws..."

She still was talking, but neither you nor Neuvillette heard her.

Arlecchino was standing on the stage.

You start to back away, until your back was pressed directly to Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale.

You recognize her.

Monster finally found you.

You felt alone. Monster was here. Fontaine hated you. You wanted to return to Neuvillette's home. Tou you home.

Neuvillette's blood boiled. She was here. She was scaring his child.

But there was one thing he heard.

"D-dad!" his child called, and Neuvillette moved.

Neither him nor you noticed, how Indemnitium in Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale start going wild.

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Heavy body crushed into Arlecchino. Neuvillette's boot immediately pressed her head was against the stage.

"I will inlaid your broken body on Hydro Archon's statue!"

Neuvillette didn't care about screams of audience. He didn't care about narwhal, that was ready to consume everyone in sight.

He only cared about killing the harbinger.

Suddenly, the room felt with light. Noises were gone.

Narwhal was gone.

Arlecchino was gone.

[Y/N] were gone.

Only her.... Hydro Usurper was here.

Hydro Sovereign and Hydro Archon looked at each other.

"They called for you. They called you 'mother'." Neuvillette didn't blink.

"I... am not their mother..." Focalor's voice was weak. There was no use in saying anything. She could see it.

Her decision in taking away more powers, in making child a false archon, lead to this. At first, she thought, that hydro dragon might find [Y/N] adorable, and it will save Fontaine.

He did find [Y/N] adorable.

But, it looks like Fontaine's fate won't be as good as she hoped it would be.

Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale fell on her.

Hydro Sovereign's authority was restored.

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You were back home. Some melusines were keeping your company, while you were playing outside.

Everywhere you look, you saw walls of water, that now separated Fontaine from the rest of Teyvat.

Neuvillette left, saying, that he must deal with the monster.

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Hydro Sovereign powers over the Primordial Sea were exceptional. He could easily give people of Fontaine a temporary forgives for their sins, or could easily create walls, made of Primordial Sea waters.

He could also easily make that walls a normal water again. And take away the forgiveness.

"Bring me the harbinger, if you don't want to dissolve in waters of the Primordial Sea."

She was here. Standing before him.

For the first time in ages, he was in his full dragon form. His talons grabbed her.

Hydro dragon spoke, and his voice made the earth quake.

"You are guilty. Pay for your crimes with your blood."

He was a dragon, but his horns weren't that sharp. In the water teeth and claws were much more useful for hunting.

To impale someone with his horns will be a torture. For an impaled.

And Neuvillette would love every second of it.

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Natlan was a nation of dragons.

Place, where humans and saurians live together.

Fontaine became a nation of a dragon and his dragonet.

Neuvillette, Hydro Sovereign, ruled over the nation. He was a judge and an executor.

But you were the one who were sitting on the throne.

A child, who were adored by Hydro Dragon. Child, for whom Neuvillette will flood Teyvat.

Perhaps, you were supposed to do something about it. To tell Neuvillette, that he is wrong.

But you won't do it.

Not when he was taking care of you, when he was making sure that you are happy.

You always wanted to have a family. And, at that point of your life, you didn't care, if Fontaine's freedom was the price for your happiness.

¹ Quest-exqlusive melusines from canon. Ceasth is from Sigewinne's story quest, Enghiene is from "Lil' Fungi's Fun-Tastic Fiesta" and "Dance of Resolute Will" events.

²Headcannon time! It seems, "Lord" title for Archons are gender-neutral. We have Lord Barbatos, who, despite having an androgynous statue, is a male for in-universe people (see 'Sub-Space Boulder: Verdant Peak' description), and Greater Lord Rukkhadevata with Lesser Lord Kusanali, two females. I didn't want to use canonical Regina, because it is a female title.

³https://youtu.be/7bXnWKxdry8?si=UujvicBmoMmicdRU

⁴ Headcannon time. It seems, that at first Furina didn't recognize, who attacked her until she met Arlecchino later during official meeting.

#platonic yandere #child reader #genshin impact #gender neutral reader #neuvillette x reader #platonic neuvillette #yandere neuvillette #platonic yandere Neuvillette

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eriisaam · 1 day ago

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Breaching tag containment for this cuz this one has layers to it that I don't mind rambling about. (Although I realize maybe I should breach containment on tags for this anyways from now on, hmm...)

The big reason why is that a lot of my OCs tend to already be in a romance-option-inclined genre to begin with (glaringly, Enoli and his group, but also many others who aren't established or settled enough to be established yet, who also have similar plans of being part of dating sim/relationship-building esque projects to begin with). Those OCs I'm a lot more vague on between 'this will spoil huge components of them before you can get all their context' and 'I'm not sure how consistent this point will be now compared to when they finally debut in public', but they are usually available straight away and around the same time (after establishing themselves to give you an idea of them first) to let you either make an informed pick all at once, or reach out to them at your own pace (while being accessible around the same time), with very few exceptions that usually have pretty big plot-heavy reasons why you couldn't access them right away by comparison. (That being said, some also DO have early access to them, but less directly.)

The only OCs who weren't initially part of a project like this still flirted on the idea and concept, and for those, the summoner OCs, they're a lot more varied depending on their contexts.

As summoner OCs as they are currently? I've toyed with the idea on making even a 'let's practice how to make a visual novel with this for exercise sake' with just running their lore into a VN, with a new player character stand-in as an OC unique to this version, but had always been torn otherwise to keep it true to the lore, make adjustments (for instance the summoners abandoning their relationships in favor of the MC, or shrinking it heavily to be mostly summoner-isolated or even determinant), just as much as I've debated on whether or not to separate from their fandom roots altogether for a new storyline entirely (especially since an idea of the MC being present, making hugely-impactful choices potentially changing the summoner OCs' relationships among other things, and even bonding with them whether romantically or otherwise, already heavily changes things as it is from their original story roots to begin with).

By default, Erin, Kyo, Teru and Sparrow are the only ones of the four who are readily available as-is because those four are the earliest arrivals in their group. Ephrel spent much of the time dead and heavily casting a shadow over Sparrow's story (and route), but doesn't actually become available as someone you could've interacted with until quite a while later on, when they resurface and are fully rescued. Eclair, meanwhile, is also a late addition by virtue he didn't even exist right away, and it wasn't until much later (around or earlier than Ephrel's return) where he was created, rescued, and became a permanent party member likewise, and while doesn't cast such a heavy shadow over Kyo as Ephrel did for Sparrow, he's still pretty significant to Kyo's route likewise in his own way.

This also gets muddled by the fact that while Erin and Teru are usually the most isolated in terms of romantic relationships among the six (except in AUs I toyed with where Erin has leanings alongside Sparrow and Ephrel while Teru has leanings with Kyo and Eclair), Teru was already Kyo's ex from the start, Eclair and Kyo are already close and eventually got together, and Ephrel and Sparrow eventually got close together likewise, so the paths end up splitting more like: Erin, Teru, Kyo & Eclair, Sparrow & Ephrel as it is.

There were also very specific circumstances that happened to lead to certain incidents to play out as they had, meaning that if it didn't stick to their strict canon, the aforementioned floated idea of the MC significantly changing course of their lives could either end up with the aforementioned merged paths after all (Erin/Sparrow/Ephrel, or Teru/Kyo/Eclair), or might split them all even further apart (individually rather than mixed). And all of this is only factoring in those specific OCs, not even their not-so-OC supports/friendships/other romantic partners.

In a fully original plot? It's much more possible to bring back that mostly-consistent design rule as the other not-as-focused OCs I brought up earlier. Circumstances could change to make all of the six much more immediately, readily available, rather than hidden in one another's plots, or merging or splitting in ways that you'd have to rewrite massive chunks of their story lines to adjust course on to get. (Since this in itself just throws out all the pre-establishments to start over with something way more malleable now.)

Barring the six still having certain leanings, and some of those leanings being much more flexible this time, this can bring up more layers to them of all of them gradually opening up to the MC just as much individually as they can in a group that bounces off to one another.

All of which is to say... It's been something I've been thinking about and considering for a good while, but wasn't sure whether or not to explore more (and in better specific detail than this vague dancing-around-the-point way as to not go too off-topic or waffling on in probably-boring stuff), I just wasn't sure on the best approach to it between whether or not to keep them as-is, whether or not to use what I got to springboard something more flexible, or whether or not to just take them into a new world and story entirely to start anew with (now that I have a somewhat broader idea of where to go with this compared to when I started). Or if it's better time to put into making a new cast to go into a new setting, rather than the summoners who have so much already developed, people might get tired of, and would just annoy people to push into outright projects of that kind over just moving on with new OCs.

Food for thought I guess...

If your OC were a romance/friend option in a game, how would their route be unlocked, and how difficult would it be to complete their route successfully?

#Tag Lore #(for consistency but)

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sunrisecaminus · 1 day ago

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hello! May I request reader getting sandwiched between optimus prime and megatron? Really want these two giants to fight over reader :>

Message - This is such a funny yet cute idea. I didn't know if this was NSFW or not so I just did NSFW. I also thought this was suppose to be Cybertronian reader so sorry if you wanted the reader to be a human!

Megatron x Reader x Optimus NSFW

Summary - Megatron and Optimus fight over their Cybertronian Girlfriend who honestly probably saved Cybertron and Earth from these two bumbling morons.

Warning - NSFW, Threesome

Megatron and Optimus ended the war because you told them that you wouldn't chose who to date unless they ended it and even if they did, you would still choose both. They had to realize that their options were to either not have you in their lives or bend to your will…so that is how the 4 million year war ended. You were a rogue that lived throughout the entire war and helped either side when you knew they needed help. Optimus fell in love with your mysterious figure and only saw you far away for years until he finally was able to talk to you. Both of you connected, but you told him that the Autobots weren't people you wanted to be with. You visited him a lot and tried to give him as many supplies as they needed until the Autobots came to earth. Megatron was the same, but he wanted his soldiers to find you for himself to know your mysterious life. He was going to kill you when you told him that you weren't going to be a Decepticon…but goodness did you give the soldiers so many supplies. Honestly, if it wasn't for you, both sides would've died from starvation and you never told them where you got your cubes. When both realized that they had a crush on the same person, they fought for you and that is when you told them to end the war or you would leave them for good.

Now its years after the war, you are dating both of them and it can get interesting. Most of the time you visit them separately, but thankfully they have gotten use to each other and are able to stay in the same room without killing each other. You are right now cooking something and letting it boil, when you feel your hips being grabbed by sharp claws. "Y/n…" Ah, its Megs. Sighing, you reach your arm from behind and grab his faceplate as a greetings, rubbing his cheek. You are right now busy with making something and so you don't say anything and just keep stirring. "Cybertron has reach 50% of being restored. My underling have cleaned 3 full cities and are now ready to start building." He knew telling you about his achievements get him awarded, which he does because you turn your head over to kiss him on the cheek. You put the lid on the pot and walk away from his grasp, going to the shelf and grabbing a book. You never told them, but the reason why you had so much Energon was because you found a specific recipe created by Nexus Prime which if you boil certain ingredients together, it could make a Mock Energon that can do the same effects as Energon, but doesn't have the pure energon inside. You just put a certain food coloring in it to make it look like Energon so the two idiots wouldn't fight for the recipe from you. As you get to the book shelf, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you see Optimus looking down at you with a smile. "Good Evening y/n. We were able to find another Energon mine and started already working on harvesting it."

You smile at him and before you could say congratulations to him, you feel someone press up behind you. "Prime if you insist on trying to win her over, it is my turn for visitations so frag off." Oh no, of course Megatron finds a way to start an argument. Optimus narrows his eyes and steps a bit closure. "We can both visit her at the same time, we don't have a specific time in place." Honestly, you were willing to just not say anything and watch the action happen…you were bored anyway.

This argument lasted for a long 15 minutes. You had no idea they could go for this long without fighting, but it was probably you were in between them. You had the back of your helm leaning on Megatron's chassis while Optimus' body was pressing up against yours. Your face was flushed and did not complain about the position you were in. Their voices were now being muffled by your brain as you stare at Optimus' faceplate. Your mind started to wonder and stare at every inch of your autobot boyfriend, than you started feeling your back hitting Meg's chassis. Finally, leaving your blurring vision, you finally were starting to get annoyed by the two bots and just now want to take the time to get to know them more. Finally, you speak for the first time today. "Hush". Both at the same time quite what they were saying and stared down at you…listening for their angel to say something. "I am tired of both of the squabble, as punishment I want both of you to take my body tonight." Optimus' optics widen and his faceplate flushes a bit. Megatron was a bit surprised as well, but doesn't show his emotion with his face. "Y/n, you really wanna-?" Optimus gets interrupted by Megatron, who smirks and gets an evil idea. "What? If you don't want to, than I can just go ahead and taint her myself." This gives Optimus a bit of confidence, he glares…though he excepts the challenge his old enemy gives him.

They take you to your birth room in the base, setting the blanket aside and let you sit on Megatron's lap. Your aft sits against Megatron's panel, which makes you blush a little from the position. Optimus gets in front of you and caresses your cheek. "Tell us when you want to stop." He cared about his lovely fem. Anything you tell him to do, he would obey no matter what. Megatron was surprisingly the same, just in a more violent way. Just make a motion or a word, and Megs would eliminate anyone for you in seconds. You were the one who saved them from their own arrogance and ego…so they gift you everything you deserve. Optimus starts to make out with you, laying his servos on your stomach. Megatron on the other hand, bites your neck and massages your tibulens (thighs). You relax your body and let them do all the work. Honestly you didn't care what they did to you, it has been a while since you have been touched and needed them to fill your spark with love. Megatron sees that Optimus has taken your mouth, so he goes to get you to pay attention to him. He guides his hands over to your panel and opens up to your valve. You knew it was over when you started to feel him rubbing your folds with his fingers. Arching your back, you moan in Optimus' mouth, which made him see what Megs was doing…oh no you realized the reality you put yourself in. Optimus takes this as a challenge and goes for French kissing. His glossa meets yours, making you moan sweetly from the loving feeling. The feeling of both your mouth being used and your valve being played with made everything better. Maybe you can give them both motivation, so you put one servo behind you and open Megatron's panel. He clenched his teeth and breathes a bit heavier when you start to rub his spike. With your leg you press against Optimus' panel, moving your leg around so he feels the friction on his spike as well. Both of them stop what they were doing and moan in different tones, feeling the lovely touch you were giving them. Optimus felt a bit weak already, he was a sensitive mech and moaned with nothing but great love in his voice. Megs on the other hand was trying not to give in to the pleasure already, knowing he would be seen as sensitive as well if he made any noise. His groans sounded like he was holding it in, deep and cold. Optimus could not believe the predicament he was in. Bowing his head down to you like you just defeated him…but he couldn't force himself to care. He loved feeling like everything was in your hands, like he just shoved some of him responsibility towards you…and you took it like it was nothing. "Touch yourself…" Your voice was sharp yet soft. All the Prime could do at that moment was listen, as he pops his panel open and jacks himself off in front of your eyes. You hear a soft chuckle from Megs, but before Optimus could hear it, you clench around Megs shaft with your servo and he jolts from the pressure you just gave him. "Ah!" Megatron could not believe it worked, not only you got him to shut up, but now he was moaning from the pleasure.

After a few minutes, you take your time lining your aft up for Megatron's spike and start to go down. You widen your valve over to Optimus, who is a blushing mess from you watching his every move with your unblinking optics. "Come here." Optimus perks up from your voice and sees you giving him permission. He comes a bit closure to put his spike right at your entrance. You were ready to start doing some work and gave them a dance they will never forget. You went up and down on both their spikes as they both groaned from how tight you were. Nothing could prepare them for such an amazing feeling as your hot walls hugged both their shafts nicely. Your moans were so nice to hear and both of them honestly forgot the other was in the birth room. Loving the attention you are giving them, they both felt at thought they needed to release as you knew it was time for them to finish. Putting yourself down fully for you to take in both their spikes whole, made them release inside of you. Megatron grabs your upper stomach while Optimus grabbed your legs to hold on to something while you took both their fluids inside of you. After everything calmed down, you lay yourself down on the bed with both of them between you still. Optimus to your left hugged you in a loving embrace while Megatron kept his hand cupped around your helm. You couldn't help, but smile at them. Finally…you were able to get them to shut up.

#maccadam #tfp #transformers #transformers prime #transformers x reader #transformers x y/n #megatron x reader #optimus x reader #optimus x y/n #megatron x y/n #optimus prime #megatron #valveplug

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kitsunexgari · 3 days ago

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Summary: You need a lesson in obedience and In-ho is just the right man to teach it to you. Tags: Pain, Torture, Oral/blow jobs, Abuse, Objectification, Orgasm denial, humiliation, control, Sensory deprivation, Intense domination. Notes: I'm not even sure what I was thinking when I wrote this and well...I should be asleep so it's probably not that good but I tried. This story is meant for adult entertainment only.

Complete darkness all around you. It was how you woke up. It was startling. Typically in the dark, most types of darkness, there was always just enough of a light source that you could get a sense of your surroundings, maybe see something even if it was just a vague outline but this...here and now, it was just a void. No sounds either. Not even a ringing in your ears. You knew it had to just be a blindfold, a very good one, but that didn't help ease the terror. Your heart racing as you started to believe that maybe you were dead and this was the vast emptiness that came with eternity. You let out a low involuntary whine, one that only gets louder as you realize that you've been restrained somehow. Feels like metal shackles attached to your wrists as you lay there, your arms above your head on a cold, concrete floor.

Though you knew what this was you weren't sure if you wanted it or not. You were never sure. Every moment with him was a terrifying dance between life and death. It was addictive as much as it was repugnant. You hated yourself for how you craved him, how you missed him every time he vanished. You'd call his name at night when you fingered yourself to orgasm or used one of your toys. You'd plead with him mentally and say his name in your sleep but he answered to no one's commands. He took what he wanted when he wanted and now, once again, he had taken you.

Your body breaks into a sweat and you start to shiver with terror. You hear the sound of a door opening somewhere around you, but you can’t see anything. It’s still black, pitch black. You turned your head anyway, desperately trying to locate what direction that sound was coming from even though it’s completely useless as without sighed it seems to come from everywhere and nowhere. With one of your senses being completely gone, you feel as if you might just go insane.

"I can't see anything!" You scream fearfully, but he knows that and you know he’s aware of this as well. You know this has to be part of whatever sick little game he has intended for you. He knows depriving you of such luxuries is only torture with how you love to gaze into his eyes or admire his cock. How much it turns you on just seeing him. What joy it brings to you. He must be in a very bad mood. You feel a tongue slide up over your body, between your breasts, over your neck then cheek. It's wet, almost soaking, leaving a trail of saliva behind it.

"I know..." You hear his voice in your ear, a taunting chuckle soon follows, "Poor little princess can't see anything...maybe she won't ever see again..."

His dark tone and cruel voice provoke a sob from you, not just one of terror but arousal as well. You can now feel him between your legs and you are almost angry that he has left you no ability to see what he is doing. You feel his tongue on your cunt next, your dripping wet...aching cunt. The fear only fuels your arousal as it slips inside you. Tasting you and pleasuring you. Getting every area it can at once and more until you feel his mouth cover you.

Your eyes roll back in pleasure and you know you have no other choice but to take what he wants to give. He has owned you ever since the first time he decided he wanted to use you. You moan and wiggle under him as he continues the assault with his tongue. Wishing you could see him. That you weren't blind. The utter darkness seems to heighten the pleasure (as well as the fear) and you can feel his teeth against your skin, in the most tender of areas. Will he bite you? You don't know and you don't really think you care.

Just as you reach the very edge of your orgasm almost ready to climax he retracts his tongue and pulls back completely. You scream in annoyance which only gets you a vicious slap to your cunt. It's still not nearly enough to allow you to cum. It only causes more pain and frustration. You can't do anything either even if you weren't restrained you'd still be completely blind.

"Master-"

"Oh you need to learn, Princess...you aren't in control. I've had more than enough of your shit..." he snarls into your ear, as you feel his hot breath on your skin.

"But I didn't do anything!" You complain which is mostly true. You weren't bad...not really. Though he didn't like you playing with his cunt without permission and you had. How could you resist? He left you alone for so long you needed some type of release.

"I didn't do anything? I beg to differ." He replies because he knows just as well as you that you went against his rules. You flinch as you hear footsteps around you. Loud echoing footsteps. "You know exactly what you did. Time for you to learn the rules. Oh yes...if you want to belong to me and we know you do...then you must follow the rules."

"Please just-"

"What? Let you cum? What makes you think you deserve that?" He snaps. You know he's right and you don't really deserve it but you are already so close and this is torture. Your cunt throbs, drips, and aches for him. "Pleasure is a privilege here. Not a right."

"But-"

"But nothing!" He snaps. Suddenly the restraints release seemingly of their own accord. You gasp in surprise and move your arms down intending to try to get up even if you can't see a damn thing. "Stay down, Princess!" This isn't just a command, there's actually a shove. His large hand covers your face, shoving you back down to where you were. You mewl helplessly.

"In-ho-"

"Master..." he hisses, "and I don't want to hear another complaint from you. None. It's yes sir or nothing at all. You will do what I say from here on out or you can expect not to survive this encounter!"

"Yes, sir." You breathe knowing that you have no right to be as turned on as you are but being unable to avoid it.

"Now, let Master see how you play with that petty little cunt...what you can do so much better than him..." he commands.

"But I can't do it better than..."

"What did I just tell you?" He demands. There's immediate pain as if you were just lashed across the belly with a whip. You scream in pain and curl up rolling onto your side. Even despite all this your body is still aching for release and you know you need it.

"Yes sir, I remember, I'm sorry..." you gasp once you find your breath again. You feel his hands on you, roughly positioning you onto your back again. His hands then on your legs running up to your thighs to spread them lewdly and expose you to him. More footsteps, then his breath by your ear. You can feel it.

"Show me...what you can do...that's so much...better." He snarls in a breathy voice. You let out an involuntary sob as your hand slowly moves to your cunt. You wish you could see him and yet, at the same time you're thankful that you can't. This is humiliating enough. Not that it matters, you can feel his eyes on you. Feel the shame. Know that this is horrible and you are just his dirty little trained slut. You will do what he wants and you will enjoy it. You always do.

Since you have no choice and you really do want to cum you start to work your fingers. Beginning with your clit, teasing it gently then more roughly. Forgetting about everything else you feel, if maybe you are fast enough, you can tease an orgasm out of yourself before he can do much to stop it. This is a stupid thought, of course, as he catches onto it immediately. Your wrist is grabbed in a hold tight enough you fear it might be snapped completely.

"Did you learn nothing?" He demands. "No... this won't do at all." You are aware of movement before he grabs you by your hair and yanks you up to your feet, finding it hard to stand since you can't exactly orient yourself without sight. You can hear him circling around you as you stand there pathetically. He's growling like a feral animal.

"I'm sorry, sir I-"

"You aren't sorry. Oh no, Princess. If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it in the first place you dirty little slut." He taunts. You whimper and cringe. "Perhaps you need to understand better. No more games. You follow my every command from here on out or you die."

"Yes, sir." You agree quickly, a tremor of fear running through you only enhancing the passionate arousal of the moment.

"On your knees, Princess." He snarls in your ear. You drop down to your knees without hesitation. It's only moments later that you feel something poking insistently at your mouth, his fingers. He pries your jaw open, jamming them in there hard enough to make you gag and choke violently but before you can think about nearly anything else the digits are replaced with his cock. You let out a muffled squeak because it's all you can do. Gagging violently your body convulses attempting to repel this phallic appendage as much as accept it. You choke and on instinct start to struggle. You feel a hand on the back of your head. Fingers weaving through your hair, nails digging at the back of your scalp.

"Keep still, Princess. Master needs to feed you his cum." He orders then laughs breathlessly. Since it is a command you know you have to force yourself to be still. You find that you can still breathe through your nose, as difficult as that seems to be, and slowly you calm as much as possible despite the gagging. Your cunt now dripping with excitement, begging for the attention and penetration he can provide easily but is denying you. You ache for his cock as you long to be fucked properly. "Is this what you crave? To be filled with my cum?"

It's impossible to answer and you are aware he knows this but you are also aware he knows the answer is yes as he wouldn't have you here again if it wasn't.

“Look at me,” he breathes and In one swift movement, the blindfold is pulled from your eyes giving you your sight back. You blink a few times before looking up at him, a few tears falling from your eyes. “That’s my good girl.” His words send a shiver of pleasure through you in spite of the semi-discomfort you find yourself in.

"I own you. You are nothing. You exist for my pleasure and nothing more..." He snarls down at you. You can only look up at him helplessly as he speaks, drilling into your head that you are nothing other than an object to milk the cum from his cock. "I hold your life in my hands...and you broke the rules."

You try to apologize, beg, plead for mercy but it’s of no use. Your mouth is full, and so is your throat. Still, the fire he’s already ignited in you only grows at his words and you feel like you can orgasm just from his words alone.

"You want it, Princess? You want Master's cum?" He snarls.

Yes. Please yes. I need you to fill me I am nothing without you...

The words scream in your head even though you know he can’t hear them. You do your best to express your agreement with your eyes. Only a moment later you can feel his climax. The burning hot release of his cum spilling into your mouth and down your throat. You are convinced you can’t take this, there's no way to avoid choking until suddenly...your own climax hits. The pleasure slamming into you, your vision tunneling. It's as glorious as it is horrific. Overwhelmed with the intense pleasure, pain, and effort of the situation the world around you fades and goes dark. When you wake once again you find yourself in his bed, alone. You groan softly, a hand coming up to rub your throat. From the bathroom you can hear water running. You relax back and close your eyes as you realize you’re safe and he’s just taking a shower. Though these surprise visits are always rather taxing on your body you wouldn’t change them for the world. Now that you have him back, you’re going to take whatever you can from him until he disappears again.

#hwang in ho #hwang in ho x reader #hwang in ho x you #squid game 2 #squid game #lee byung hun #fan fic

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zepskies · 2 days ago

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Oh I'm so happy to hear that. Thank you, friend!! 🥰💗

Ahaha I'm glad you liked the Friends reference with Dean! I'm rewatching season 9 right now. 😝

Oh definitely Ben is the worst patient out of all of them, but Dean comes close. 😂 He's just so prickly and stubborn when he thinks people think he's weak/not on his game.

Poor Beau Beau indeed! But at least he's still got jokes. 😂

Haha, I can see him liking that. I think with Beau it would take a lot for him to stop and let someone take care of him, but when he does I think he might be the kind of patient that drives you a little crazy in his requests. Like the soup, the saltines, the tea, the blanket, and the cough drops, lol. This is exactly how I picture him when he's ill. Not wanting to admit defeat and still trying to make his jokes and lighten the mood, but actually being quite a needy patient.

Honestly I didn't realize that's where I was going to take Beau's HC until it came out! But it felt right to me loll. Once he caves on not going to work, he'll accept how she wants to take care of him but also get kinda needy about it lol.

Oh Ben is by far the worst. 😂😂 Though he secretly does like being taken care of by his girl.

That whole 'I'm buying you a yacht for Valentines Day' bit made me laugh.

Lolll I'm glad you enjoyed that bit! Ben's still a rich boi at heart.

And yay for Priestly!!! I'm glad you liked that addition.~

Oh, you know it's bad when the hair is flat like that.

Right? lmao

I kinda have to agree with him there... it's good stuff but not really a fan.

lol yep, fun fact: I'm allergic to vicks, so I can't put it on even if I wanted to. 😅

So he's not so sick that he's not thinking about that then 😂

lmfao he's ALWAYS thinking about that. 😂

Ooohhh, it's not the most romantic time to be thinking about that, lol. I think I would also be wondering if he meant it or was just delirious with fever.

No it is not lol. But he was for real despite his addled brain. 😂 He'll just have to ask her again when he's feeling better. 😜

Aww I'm so glad you enjoyed Beau and Priestly's HCs!! thank you again for reading.

HEADCANON: Man Flu

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader || Beau Arlen x Reader || Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader || Boaz Priestly x Reader

HC: When Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Boaz Priestly get sick, how would they act when you (try to) take care of them?

AN: After reading I Got You by @bettystonewell (Dean x Reader) and The Best Kind of Medicine by @lamentationsofalonelypotato (Soldier Boy x Reader), I realized that I've never actually written a sick-fic before. Here it is in headcanon form, since you guys seem to like these! lol 💜

Also adding Priestly to this lineup for the first time because some of you have been requesting more of him recently. 😉

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, hurt/comfort, sick-fic, some needy affection-starved men who don't want to admit they're needy, lots of fluff.~

Dean Winchester

He's not sick. Because he doesn't get sick.

Dean claims he has the constitution of a horse, but you still take the beer out of his hand before he can take a sip at 10:00 a.m.

He's too busy interrupting himself, namely by coughing half a lung, wheezing, blinking teary eyes -- the whole phlegmy nine yards.

Sam shakes his head, casting you a look that frankly says, Good luck.

He knows his brother is stubborn as hell, and one of the things Dean dislikes most is being fussed over for "no reason." Being seen as weak. Not being able to just shrug his shoulders and shake it off.

To be fair, Dean tries. Except this time it's accompanied by a body shiver and a reluctant sniffle. His pallid face is drawn, and his usually strong and solid frame looks unsteady as he leans a hand on the War Room table.

"Okay, come on, Rambo. Let's get you back into bed," you say, guiding your boyfriend back to the room you share with him.

"I'm find," he insists, even as he begrudgingly accepts the gentle pressure of your hand on his back and shoulder, pushing him down to the bed.

"Sure you are, baby," you say with a smirk. "You're in the primb of libe."

Dean shoots you a narrowed look. Damn you for forcing him to binge-watch all those episodes of Friends late at night when you both can't sleep.

Right now he's Monica, trying to convince you he's in tip-top shape, while you're Chandler, just trying to get him to use tissues instead of his flannel sleeve to wipe his runny nose.

After taking his boots off, you get him to change out of his jeans and back into his sweatpants. Then you manage to get him to lay down under the covers with the promise of coming back with medicine and soup.

"I don't want soup, damn it," he grumbles. You just roll your eyes and rub his arm.

"Just rest. I'll be back with the Vicks."

As you might expect, Dean is not an easy patient.

He refuses to drink tea, but he does down the pills you bring for him, with a measured toss of his head that still makes his head swim. He groans.

He swallows a couple of cautious spoonfuls of the soup, pausing when he realizes that its warmth actually feels good down his sore and scratchy throat. It tastes pretty good too, especially with the warm, buttered slices of bread on the side.

"You made this?" he asks.

"Mhmm," you nod, smiling. If nothing else, good food will pacify this man. "Chicken and wild rice, made especially for you."

"Hmm. S' good," he nods in reply. He manages to finish the bowl.

He has to admit, if just to himself, that he does feel like shit.

He won't admit that the way you're rubbing his back, the gentle pressure of your nails between his shoulders and down his spine relaxes him, makes him feel better.

He knows that you care about him. That you love him. But this is one of those moments where it hits him, just how much.

It's a little overwhelming. A heavy swell of pressure fills his chest, so he tries not to let himself think about it for very long.

(He fails.)

After he's done eating, you take the plates away and help him back into bed. You linger there, slipping your fingers through his soft brown hair and pressing a kiss to his clammy forehead.

"I really need you to rest, okay," you say quietly. "If you need anything, just text me or Sam. Don't get out of bed."

Dean grasps your hand before you can move away from him. Since you're probably going to wash your hands anyway, he lays a kiss on the back of your hand.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Beau Arlen

Sheriff Beau Arlen is the type to run himself into the ground because he's so damn into his work.

He wants to do well in his station of responsibility, and he feels like he has to make up for his performance during the summer madness of Buck Barnes and Avery...and everything in between.

You just have to make Beau realize that he needs to slow down, before he well and truly burns himself out.

You put your foot down one morning.

He tries to get out of bed but has to pause, his head swimming. He takes a couple of steadying breaths while sitting on the edge of the bed.

You notice with a frown. "Hey, you okay?"

"Fine. Just fine," he answers a little too breathlessly. He raises a hand to his head. His throat is sticky and coarse. He wrinkles his nose when he also feels a sneeze coming on.

"Just need a...a...mugh-ah-ha-hugh."

His coughing sneeze makes you grimace. You didn't even know someone could sneeze and cough at the same time.

"Aw, babe. You're sick," you say as you move over to him, resting a hand on his back. He shakes his head and groans.

"Nah, can't be sick. Gotta lot of work to do today," he says. His voice is like gravel blended with broken glass. It would actually be sexy, if for the distinctly un-sexy way he tries to clear the great wad of phlegm from his throat.

He tries to rock himself onto his feet, but there he sways on the landing. You hurry out of bed to grab his arm and steady him.

"Oh no, you don't. Back into bed," you say.

"Aw, sweetheart. I'll be fine--"

"No. Lay down. You're not going in today," you say more firmly, all while you tuck the man back into bed with the blankets covering him.

"All right, all right. No need to be so pushy," he can't help but tease.

It earns a small smirk on your face. It seems like his man flu hasn't yet deprived him of his sense of humor.

"I thought you liked that though," you reply. You sit on the edge of the bed and rub his chest. He groans in defeat.

"Can't believe this," he grumbles. "Today of all days--"

"There's always going to be another case. This is your body telling you that you need to slow down," you tell him. "So how about this. I'm gonna call in one of my sick days, and we'll bunker in together."

You stroke his bearded cheek. He quirks a smile, grabbing your hand and squeezing warmly.

"How long until I'm allowed out, warden?" he asks.

"Until you can stand without keeling over," you dryly reply. A smile tugs at your lips. "Remind me to stop by CVS to grab you a Life Alert."

"All right, har har haugh--" His sarcasm ends on a very real, wheezing cough. Your amused smile drops. You relent from your teasing and stroke his chest once more.

"Okay, just rest. Let me get you some actual medicine and I'll be right back."

He stops you by grabbing your wrist. "Hey, uh...can I have some chicken noodle soup later?"

"Of course, baby. I'll swing by the store now and get some stuff for you."

"And some saltines?"

"Saltine crackers on the side. Got it."

You're about to head to the bathroom to brush your teeth before you start getting ready to go to the store, but once again, Beau's needy hand stops you.

"Before you go, some tea with honey and lemon would be good. Just something for my throat," he croaks.

You smile and nod. "Yeah, for sure. That'll be better for you than coffee."

"Oh, and can you gimme that quilt over there?" he asks, pointing to your favorite knitted blanket at the edge of the bed. You graciously lay it over his form and drop a kiss onto his forehead.

"And some cough drops. Thank you, darlin'," Beau adds.

Your lips begin to press together, but you nod and continue getting dressed.

You can already tell this man is going to settle into you taking care of him just fine.

Soldier Boy (Ben)

Neither of you thought it was possible, considering his super genes that allowed him to eat and booze and drug harder than Andre the Giant and Keith Richards put together.

But one day, your over six-foot super soldier goes down hard. The warning signs came the night before, when you could hardly sleep with the way he was snoring like a grizzly bear.

In the morning, he wakes bleary-eyed with a runny nose and a coughing fit hard enough to shake the bed.

"Fuck," he groans, dragging a hand over his face before he turns onto his back. "This's gotta be some kind of bullshit hangover."

You move over to him in bed and feel the intense warmth of his clammy forehead. Your brows draw together in concern.

"No, I think you're sick."

"Not possible," he grumbles. "I haven't been sick since..."

Well, since he was a kid, probably. He won't admit it, but he's surprised he still has that memory lodged in the back of his mind.

It comes to the forefront now: your hand on his cheek unknowingly mimics his mother's gentle touch, her soft, kind voice.

"Aw, my sweet boy. Let's get you feeling better."

He can almost recall the floral scent of her perfume, echoes of it in the shampoo you use.

Ben claims he's fine, that he doesn't need your help or want the medicine and tea you bring for him. (He tries the tea, grimaces, and spits it out when you're not looking.)

He's a sourpatch grumbly patient who only begrudgingly stays put in bed when you ask him to. He doesn't mind lying around and watching movies all day, not to mention episode after episode of Below Deck. It reminds him that he wants to get back into boating.

"Hey, sweetheart," he calls to you from the bedroom, his voice croaking all the while. "I'm getting you a yacht for Valentine's Day. You want it all white, or throw in a bit of gold? Actually, check out this one with the navy trim."

You roll your eyes to yourself when you step back into the room. You're carrying a tray with a large bowl of soup and a fifth of whiskey. He claims the latter will help soothe his throat, and you don't have the heart to argue with him when he's clearly feeling so shitty.

"You mean you're getting you a yacht," you reply wryly. "We live in the city. Where the hell would we put a boat?"

"In a yacht club, where it belongs," Ben retorts. He hooks an arm around your waist and peruses what you've brought him on the tray. He doesn't look all that interested.

"Look, I know you're not exactly a soupy kinda guy, but this'll make you feel better," you say.

"Why can't you put some fucking steak in it or something?" he grouses. He tries and fails to hide another wet cough.

"Why can't you just eat what I lovingly made, just for you," you snipped back.

He rolls his eyes at your attitude, but he pipes down. In that silence, he's conceding that you have a point. There was a time were all he had to do was glance in someone's direction, and there'd be some fucking moron to fulfill his every whim.

Now, you're probably the only one in the world that would actually do what you're doing...

Cooking for him, putting your heart into it, for the simple reason that you do care.

Ben takes the bowl of soup from your hands. Raising a brow, you offer him the spoon as well.

He eats without further complaint.

You smile and reward him with a sweet kiss on his forehead, brushing his hair back as you do so.

"See? That's not so hard, huh?" you can't help but needle him. "It's okay, baby. I'll take care of you."

He eyes you dryly, but he won't admit that there's a different kind of warmth coiling in his chest.

Boaz Priestly

"Uuuughhh, babe," he groans. "I feel like death on toast."

You're standing beside the bed with a smile playing on your lips. You brush back his for once un-gelled hair back from his face. It's weird to see it all limp and lifeless, slightly damp with sweat.

"Unironically, I should make you some toast," you reply. "What kind of medicine do we have?"

Priestly unearths his head from under his pillow to look up at you with miserable red-rimmed eyes and a sniffling, stuffy nose. "Can we count the tequila in the mini bar?"

"Maybe later," you laugh. "How are we on groceries?"

Priestly struggles to think. He takes your hand and rubs it back and forth across his chest. Maybe your sweet, loving touch has the power to clear away his congestion without him needing Vicks. Too minty.

"We have that pastrami I brought back from the shop," he says.

"That's six days old already," you shake your head.

"Aw, that's still good," he argues. "But uh, other than that, I think I have half a cheeseburger left from last night."

Last night's date at TGI Friday's, he means.

You heave a sigh. "Okay, clearly I'm going to the store. You just stay in bed and rest. Drink your tea."

He grimaces like a child. "I don't like tea."

"I know you don't like tea, but you need to drink it. It's good for your throat and your immune system."

He groans and flops back over onto his stomach. You bite your lip against a smile. He's such a whiny baby when he's sick.

Talk about Man Flu.

"Come on, be a good boy for me," you say, smacking him lightly on the ass. "Soon enough you'll feel better."

A smile creeps across his face where it's pressed against his pillow.

"Know what would really make me feel better?" he hedges. He tries to guide you down to him by tugging on your hand, but you resist him.

"Oh, no. You're not gonna get your germs all over me," you say.

"Hey, what happened to in sickness and in health?" he croaks. Even while under the weather, he's still plenty strong enough to grapple with you. He manages to yank you down. Laughing, you stumble into a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Huh, I don't remember exchanging any vows. You see a ring on this finger?" you tease, flashing your bare hand in his face to try and distract him and weasle out of his grip. "I can jump this ship anytime I want."

Priestly pouts. His arm hooks tighter around your waist. "Huh, guess you got me there..."

He turns his head and coughs roughly into his arm. Your amusement fades into concern and sympathy. You lay a hand over his chest while he struggles.

Once again, he clasps his free hand over yours. He glances up a bit hesitantly into your eyes.

"Well, maybe it's time there should be something on this finger," he murmurs.

You blink your eyes wider. Your head tilts, wondering if you just heard him right. Is this delirium fever talking, or is he serious?

"O-Oh yeah?" you ask.

Priestly tries to gauge your reaction. Seeing your face break out into a cute, shy smile raises the corners of his lips. Hope blooms in his chest, right beneath your hand.

"Yeah," he says, trying to clear his cracking throat. "I mean, if you're okay with that. If it's not too soon--"

You slip your fingers over his plush, chapped lips, and your smile brightens.

"When you're feeling better, you can ask me that question properly."

AN: 😆 I hope you liked the first ever addition of Priestly!! It was so fun to try and write him again (it's been a while lol). Feel free to imagine this vignette in the same storyverse as The Miracle Man and Code Red.

But I also hope you enjoyed the "Big 3," as I call them, even though Russell is starting to give Beau a run for his money on one of those slots. 😂 Let me know which guy you had the most fun reading on this one! 💜

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harmless-variety-of-garden-snake · 13 hours ago

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Tommy's introduced as a bigot in season 2 and often shown taking initiative in starting the bullying of Hen and Chim vs. waiting for Gerrard to do something and just not standing up for them. There's even a scene in "Chimney Begins" where no one else is even in the room to overhear and Tommy still chooses to be nasty to Chimney instead of a bare minimum of civil. Even after the "resolution" of the episode and his 'apology' (not for racism, but for making Chim prove himself at work), he's still shown to have spent years not learning his lesson, becuase he goes back to the same behaviors with Hen and Chimnney even mentions that "the Asian guy" still isn't invited out by the team for drinks or BBQ.

Then when it's "addressed" in season 7, we see remarkably little growth from Tommy, where he's blaming "the environment" and Gerrard for his choices and actions as a grown man. And in season 8, we get a healthy dose of misogyny in ageism with how he speaks of Abby, while casually acknowledging he also screwed up her life.

It's not just that he was afraid to stand up against bigotry in the face of an evil boss. He could've taken Eli's route, and just be silent. But no, Tommy is someone who chose to actively participate in workplace bigotry and bullying, and then almost 20 years removed, shrugs it off as everyone else's fault.

let’s not forget his very recent comments about Abby that were reeking of misogyny. Talking about her dating some “himbo” younger than her (as if he wasn’t actively doing the same thing) and admitting he was lying the whole relationship (not just about his sexuality).

Word for word that man said, “Heard she went a little nuts after that” as if her entire world wasn’t flipped upside down with her engagement ending and having to take care of her sick mother. The only tiny bit of understanding he showed was him saying she deserved better, which duh.

One time when I was five I put a bead in my nose and it went all the way up to the bridge and I had to push down on it from the top until I could get it out because I was scared it would go to my brain and kill me.

That has nothing to do with any of what you said, but I just thought I'd put that out there because you're doing some dumb shit and I wanted you to know we've all done dumb shit. This is a safe space.

Anyway, I don't think you've ever been a closeted queer person who's said and done some at times questionable or outright fucked up things to keep yourself safe from scrutiny.* I grew up seeing people like me getting murdered and heard people explain why it would've been avoidable if they hadn't been so obvious or if they'd just chosen to be normal. I also grew up with a lot of bullies who were only bullying me because it put them in the protected group. It kept them from having people look at whether or not they were actually a good target for bullying. I'm actually friends with a couple of those people now. Not close, but we're cordial and we'll talk when we bump into each other at the store. That has more to do with us being in our thirties and living our own lives. There's a couple who had no excuse whatsoever other than being actual homophobes, I don't talk to them.

I dated in high school, I was engaged but I was 18 so I don't know how much that counts, but then I came out when I was in my early twenties. I knew I wasn't actually interested the entire time I was with those people, either. At first I just thought the relationship wasn't right for me, then I started to realize what was actually going on. I still dated, I still asked someone to marry me because I thought I could be happy with them. I did love and care about them, just not the way you should if you're going to marry them. I also didn't tell anyone I was non-binary until two months ago, even though I figured it out about fifteen years ago. A trans person hiding their identity to protect themselves from danger or rejection is nothing new, but it's kind of a shitty feeling to know you've been lying to every ex you've ever had about something like that. I don't like that feeling, and it's going to take a while for me to shake that. I don't know that I ever will.

So all of that is to say that a character like Tommy is actually kind of important to those of us who also weren't perfect at being queer, especially those of us who grew up during a specific time. I was actually pleasantly surprised that a basic network show would have someone like that, but times they are a-changing. So onto your last point:

Abby Clark is played by a now 57 year old Connie Britton (drop the skincare routine, girl), Lou Ferrigno Jr is 40, and Oliver Stark is 33. When you're an actual grown person, a seven or eight year age difference is kind of nothing. One of you might be a little more ready for things like kids or marriage, but that's not a guarantee. But hearing that your ex started dating a 26 year old when she's about 50, whether or not he knows that she actually pulled Buck's info in a very questionable way (I love that no one going after Tommy ever seems to care about the massive ethical breach from Abby), is kind of...wild. And he presumably heard about this from a mutual friend of some kind, who likely gave him this information colored by their own perception of the situation. This is where critical thinking skills become important. Based on context clues, I can safely guess that Tommy asked someone how Abby was doing or ran into someone who knows her, too, and they said "Hey, did you hear about Abby's new guy?" Otherwise he would've said "I saw that she was dating...." or "She told me she was dating..." So this could've been secondhand bitchiness, it could've been that her behavior was being framed as extremely not okay by someone they knew. We'll never know, the show doesn't have the strongest writing all the time. I'm not touching the thing about her mother, because a very close family member of mine has Alzheimer's, a good friend just lost a parent to it, and I do not want to examine the behavior of a person who's dealing with that or that of the people in their lives.

Could he have said "But I get it, she would've been going through a lot because of her mom and then our breakup"? Yeah. Would it have been nice if they wrote any scenes between Tommy, Hen, and Chimney that bridged the gap between when they weren't close and when they actually celebrated him and his accomplishments when he left the 118 to show why he would be someone Chimney would call on in two major emergencies? Yeah. I think I would've liked to see them talk things out onscreen and to show any apologies. Mostly because it would keep people from dropping an essay in my ask box when I feel like my sinuses and temples are filled with hot needles. I don't actually need to see it other than liking the three of them together, because I figured that they would've shown some hesitation before Chimney would reach out to him or he would've pulled Buck aside to warn him to be careful with Tommy. Or Hen and Karen wouldn't have been so thrilled when they realized what had gone down before Buck and Tommy came into the hospital room. There's a lot of stuff they don't show on this show, but they'd at least make a point to do or not do certain things if a character hated or disliked a character.

*I believe a certain dispatcher even did a whole big speech about this on the very show you apparently watch. I didn't like the Glee part, because I don't like Glee after season one. But the rest of it was good.

#bucktommy #omg am i part of the disc horse now??#I've never had that happen before and I've been in fandoms for ~26 years #oh god a baby born the year i got into fandom can now rent a car and get kicked off their parents' insurance #ahhhh why did i think about that #ed does a rant #ed is also Having A Week #maybe don't bug Ed with this shit idk man I just write fanfic and play board games

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Hello, it's the anon that wrote that long essay about how I thought a Shen Yuan identity reveal would go. The ask was already too long, so there were some things that I didn't add.

When I mentioned a political crisis, I meant war. Cang Qiong wants Shen Jiu's body back, but Luo Binghe (who is deep in denial about the state of his relationship at this point) refuses. Cang Qiong decides to go to war for their martial brother's body, and then other sects join in as a way to save face and regain the people's faith in the cultivation world. Basically, it turns into a Xianxia version of the Trojan War.

The thing about war is that it matures you, and Luo Binghe, who now has a full-blown war in his hands with cultivators with far more years of experience and no Xin Mo, finds himself with no other choice but to mature. This strains his relationship with Shen Yuan further because he dismisses the entire thing at first. He insists that everything is going to be okay, that he has full faith in Luo Binghe's capabilities to win and protect him. SY doesn't take it seriously until his forced to when the demons start losing ground. So when he tries to finally start helping, it doesn't really help anything. Having knowledge is one thing, but using it in a competently effective way in a war is an entirely different thing.

The longer the war goes on, the more Luo Binghe realizes that he does have more people who care about him other than Shen Yuan. That his people are fighting for him because he asked them too. That his people are dying in a war over a selfish man who doesn't give a shit about them. He matures and starts to realize that being a ruler is more than simply being the strongest and having everyone bend the knee to him. He realizes that his in charge of actual lives and what befalls them.

The breaking point comes when Shen Yuan tells Luo Binghe to regain Xin Mo. It's like being spat in the face because it shows LBH that all SY cares about is what's convenient for himself. Xin Mo's effects made LBH a danger to him, so it had to go. But now that his life was in danger, it was time to get it back and to hell with how it affects his husband. Luo Binghe doesn't want it back because all it did was bring out the worst in him, and Shen Yuan insistsance on getting it back is like saying he doesn't care about him only what he could provide.

So, in the end, Luo Binghe decides to let go and do what is right for his people. Shen Jiu's body is returned, and Shen Yuan is expelled. Shen Yuan is dead for the third and final time. But before he fades away, he finds himself face to face with the system, whose been silent this entire time.

And it's Shen Jiu. It's always been Shen Jiu from beginning to end. Who orchestrated it all, from Shen Yuan/Airplane's transmigration to even Bingge crossing over to SVSSS. All for the sake of revenge. On the cultivation world who condemned him on rumors and heresy only (who are now disgraced and regarded as laughing stocks) , on his sect who scorned and abandoned him without a second thought (who are left with no choice but to disband, also in disgrace, after the war), and on Luo Binghe for killing his Qi-Ge (with one version finding himself completely alone with his duty to his people as the only thing keeping him going, and another forever tormented by a lie of what he can never have). Shen Yuan and Airplane get dragged into it out of petty spite, and because they were the perfect choices to play their parts and get everyone attached. So when Shen Jiu pulls the rug under everyone's feet, it would have the desired effect. Shen Jiu's final words as Shen Yuan fades are, "This was my revenge. The best curse I could cast upon them and on this world was my absence."

wow

this is ABSOLUTE FIRE! 🔥🔥🔥

can you pretty please write this into a fic so we can read and enjoy shen jiu being a badass getting his revenge, plus i would love to see luo bingmei mature. this is such a cool concept, please write it! or share more of it... but really it would be an AMAZING fic.

#svsss #shen jiu #luo binghe #shen yuan

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prompt: touch starved/cuddle curse

seokmin knows. knows he can be too much: too touchy, too clingy, too annoying. with time he learned to surpress his desires, moved around like shimmering desire to reach out and touch did not burn under his skin. his ability to adjust in any environment is truly remarkable, his acting skills are so on point that not a single soul knows how deeply he needs physical contact. but any patience can run thin and with additional stress the usual need for closeness leaves him irritated, stripped bare and miserable.

'seokmin?' your voice snaps him out of his thoughts. he looks up and finds you standing in the doorway with a hand raised. 'i knocked twice. sorry, is now a bad time?'

'no-no,' faking a smile is painful but he tries to do so anyway, because he actually likes you and doesn't want you to see him in any other state other than happy. 'come in, sorry, i didn't even hear you.'

you step inside, eyeing him warily. seokmin is sure that you don't see anything attractive in front of you; he probably looks like a worn-out rag and that's not how he wants to ever appear to you. you, however, look wonderful. you always do, at least for him. seokmin loves how any outfit of yours always looks so cozy, so touchable, so cuddly- he shakes his head. god, he's down bad. silently telling himself to get a grip, he asks: 'how can i help you?'

'uno reverse,' you proclaim, frowning. 'how can i help you? you don't look good, seokkie. what's wrong? did something happen?'

seokmin is not sure how to say that he's going to die if he won't hug someone, so what comes out is: 'i'm fine.'

your skeptically raised eyebrow makes it clear that he's busted and when you step closer, leaning on the table a little, his breath hitches. 'do you have a fever?' you ask and without asking reach out and place your hand on his forehead. 'a bit warm. how are you feeling?'

seokmin can't help it- his eyes close on their own accord and he bodily leans forward, chasing your touch. he pushes his forehead closer, his body zings with pleasure just at that little contact. he doesn't see how your eyes widen at this display, how you look confused at first before realization strikes. careful like you're afraid to spook him, you step closer until your legs brush. 'seokkie,' you call out quietly. 'what's wrong?'

seokkie. seokmin shivers at this nickname. in this new city no one called him that and hearing it from you makes him want to cry. he can't tell you what's wrong, doesn't have a courage to do so, but when you hesitantly squeeze his shoulder, he turns fully and opens his arms. one second passes, then another and another - seokmin is ready to die right here and now when you slowly pull yourself into his arms, hugging him tight. the closeness and the warmth of your body make him weak; he buries his head in your shoulder and holds you carefully, afraid to cross the boundary, afraid to spook you, afraid-

'it's okay,' you mumble quietly. 'i don't know what happened, but it's going to be okay.' you pat his back soothingly. 'i'm here. it will be fine. we can hug it out, yeah?'

you don't even know how close to home your words hit. seokmin tries his luck and tightens his arms around you - you don't react anyhow and tension leaves his body as he hugs you close. he hopes you're kind enough to not comment on his rapidly beating heart and tears in his eyes. he hugs you and it really does feel like it will be fine as long as he can stay with you like this.

a/n: i went for touch starved here, hopefully it was okay!! let me know if you liked it <3 - nini

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His Slytherin - James Potter

cw: fem reader , slytherin reader , brief mention of reader fearing the dark wc: 2.6k synopsis: Everyone always thought James Potter would end up with Lily Evans, to everyones shock James falls for her Slytherin friend.

Everyone thought that eventually Lily Evans would give into Potter's endless flirting, but by his sixth year he slowly gave up on the dream of dating the ginger. He realized as time passed he was more interested in the idea of her than actually being with her.

Though the two remained friends as their friend groups hung out with one another frequently.

James was aware that Lily had a friend in Slytherin, he didn’t know much about you besides your name. One day the two groups were taking up a whole corner of the courtyard, and he didn’t even realize you had walked up until you spoke to Marlene.

“Hey marl’s do you still have that potions book I lended to you?” Immediately his head perked up, looking over to where you were standing. Immediately he was amazed by this seemingly unknown girl, and he missed the knowing glances Remus, Sirius and Lily all shared with one another.

After that day James noticed you more in the corridors, in one of the classes he had with some Slytherin’s, or in the great hall.

One day James and Remus were sitting in the common room waiting for the rest of the group to pile in after classes, James spoke up “do you know if __ has a boyfriend?” Remus smirked as he kept his eyes on the fire in front of him, “no, I don't think she does.” James hummed in acknowledgment and eventually the rest of the group appeared.

Every time the girls group would join in with the boy’s his eyes would constantly be on you, but this didn't go unnoticed by you of course. You could always feel his eyes on you, in the great hall, whenever you walked past each other in the corridors, even whenever your two groups joined together.

Today was no exception. It seems, you were seated in the library whenever you picked up on the sound of footsteps coming towards you. Sighing as you look up at the right moment to see all your friends rounding the corner, Marlene spoke first “you’re always so studious __.”

You immediately knew you weren’t going to get any studying done for the rest of the day, closing your astronomy book. “I enjoy studying Marlene” she playfully rolled her eyes as Sirius walked over to you. “Well no more of that, time to come hang out with your marvelous friends.”

You smiled as you packed up your things, and just as you were about to pick up your bag a tan hand swooped in and picked it up before you could. Looking up you locked eyes with James, who now had your bag perched on his shoulder. “I can carry it myself y'know” James shrugged, “let me be a gentleman.” You hummed and a knowing smirk tugged on your lips.

Your large group of friends exited the library, rather loudly. Making way towards the Gryffindor common room. You didn’t usually go into their common room, not enjoying the cautious looks from first and second years but today you would make an exception.

As the portrait swung open you all piled into the room, your big group taking up all the couches and armchairs near the fire.

Remus and Sirius sat next to one another on one couch with Peter on the other side of Sirius. Lily, Dorcas, and Mary sat on one couch. Marlene sat sideways in one of the arm chairs, you and James coincidently got left with one arm chair left.

You sighed, “you can have the chair.” He immediately shook his head, “no need i’ll sit on the floor.” Before you could protest James sat on the floor with his back leaning against the front left side of the arm chair. You huffed as you sat down, your left leg briefly brushing against his right shoulder.

Soon everyone fell into conversation, it shifted from gossip to pranks, back to gossip than to storytimes from different people in the group.

Though the whole time you were horribly aware of how close you and James were, your eyes flickering to him every now and then. His curly hair was a bit wild, you decided it was probably from the long day he’s had as this morning you remember his hair being seemingly perfect.

Just like you James was aware of the closeness between the two of you, feeling your left leg brush against his shoulder every time you barely moved. He selfishly didn’t move away, letting himself have the small touches that probably meant nothing to you.

As you listened to a story Docas was telling your eyes drifted back to James' hair, your Slytherin nature practically taking over as you inched your hand closer to his hand. Keeping your hand on the cushion so no one noticed as your finger hooked around a loose curl in the back of his head.

You noticed how James went stiff, you twirled the curl in between your fingers playfully tugging on it. James forced himself to relax, slightly leaning his head back into the touch. As you glanced back up at the group your eyes locked with Remus’ who had a knowing smirk on his face. A similar smirk was on your face as you playfully shrugged at him, joining in on the conversation you zoned out of earlier.

The rest of the night James was practically silent, only speaking whenever something was dedicated towards him. Soon the night came to a close and Lily offered to walk you back to your common room, knowing of your silly fear of the dark. You said your goodbyes to the group, your eyes locking with James’ a bit longer than necessary before you and Lily left the common room.

You both were silent for a moment before she spoke up, “James likes you.” You hummed in acknowledgement “I know.” You saw her head turn to you in your peripheral but you kept your gaze straight ahead. “Do you like him back?” After that question you both fell into silence again, you thinking over the question.

James was handsome, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t. He had all the characteristics of a boy you’d like, he was tall, extroverted which balanced out your introverted nature, he was funny. You turned to Lily, “I think I do.”

She smiled at you and knocked your shoulder with her own “you two would be cute together.” A shy smile tugged onto your face, “you think?” She nodded her head, intertwining your arms together “you two would be the perfect couple.” You laughed at her antics, shrugging “maybe we would.”

The next day you were walking out of your potions class, as you exited you saw James leaning against the wall apparently waiting for someone. Though as students piled out of the classroom his head lifted and he scanned all the faces, finally his eyes landed on you. Who was already walking past him and on your way to your next class of the day.

He quickly caught up to you, walking next to you. “Hi __.” You jumped at the sudden appearance, turning to him “merlin you scared me, you can’t just walk up on someone like that!” You huffed as he laughed a bit, a small smile appearing on your face.

His laughter died down and he nervously bit his lip, “do you want to go to hogsmeade with me this weekend?” Your eyes widened for a moment before a smirk appeared on your face, “I was beginning to think i’d have to ask.” He smiled down at you as you both stopped, already at your next class.

“I’ll see you this weekend Potter.” You sent him a playful wink as you entered your classroom, as soon as the door shut behind you he pumped a fist in the air and yelled a rather loud “YES!” Unaware that you could hear him, laughing to yourself as you walked to your desk.

It was finally the weekend, since James had asked you out to hogsmeade you haven’t seen him since you’ve been busy with studying. It was Saturday and you were getting ready in your dorm room.

Since it was still a bit chilly you settled on black tube top and a black leather jacket, a blue denim skirt with a pair of thermals underneath. Paired with some black boots you rarely wore, using this as an excuse to wear them.

You grabbed a black tote bag and put some money, chapstick and lip gloss, your wallet, and your perfume. You did a quick look at yourself in the mirror before heading out the dungeons. Once you thought about it you wondered if you overdid your outfit, it was only a trip to hogsmeade after all. As you exited the castle you saw James standing near the cobblestone wall. He was wearing a white shirt, with a cashmere sweater over it, paired with light wash jeans that were obviously worn a lot, and his signature red beat up converse.

As soon as his eyes landed on you a wide smile was on his face, the both of you walking towards one another. He stopped a few steps in front of you as he put his right arm behind his back, sticking out his left hand to you and he dramatically bent over “are you ready madam?”

A small giggle escaped your mouth as you slipped your hand into his, “yes I am kind sir.” He stood up with a smile, lacing your fingers together. “You look gorgeous __” you felt your face heat up from his compliment, “you look rather nice yourself.” He smiled, “Are you ready to go?” You gave a small nod, and you both began to make the trip to hogsmeade. As you walked his thumb would brush against the back of your hand, and the walk to hogsmeade was silent. A comfortable silence that you enjoyed.

As soon as you stepped in hogsmeade he spoke up, “could we stop by honeydukes?” You nodded “yea sure, I need to restock up on my chocolate frogs anyways.” He smiled as he gently pulled you towards the shop, holding the door open for you. Once you two entered the shop his hand fell from your as he reached for some jellybeans, once you reached the chocolate frogs you grabbed a few. Though James grabbed almost all the stock they had on the shelves, and he gave you a sheepish smile and muttered a small “me and the boys like ‘em.” You hummed, nodding your head and scoffed in disbelief at the amount of chocolate he actually grabbed.

On the way to the desk you grabbed a few more candies, Ambrosius Flume the owner was at the desk. As the both of you piled on all your candies he flashed James a polite smile, “how’s it going Potter?” Before you could fish out any galleons to pay he quickly handed the man enough for the both of you. “I'm doing well sir, how ‘bout yourself?” Your eyes shifted in between the two as your candy got bagged, James carrying both for you as you exited the store. Him holding the door open for you despite one hand having two honeyduke bags.

“Let’s head over to The Three Broomsticks, yea?” You nodded along, “yes i'm quite hungry.” James hummed in agreement. “Do you go to honeydukes often?” James nodded his head, “yea me and the boys frequent there pretty often. Remus has a massive craving for chocolate.” You smiled, that would explain why you would sometimes see him snacking on chocolate often at certain times.

“If you don’t mind me asking, when’d you get over Lily?” James felt his heart drop for a moment at the question, clicking his tongue. “Honestly during the last few months of fifth year, though I don’t think I ever liked Lily as much as I thought I did.” You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, persuading him to continue. He glanced over at you for a moment before looking away, “I think I liked the idea of her more, than well Lily herself. As harsh as that sounds..” you were silent for a moment as you thought about it. “I suppose I see what you mean.”

He nodded his head, “yea, but how long have you two been friends?” You tilted your head to the side as you thought it over, “towards the end of fourth year.” James raised his eyebrows and looked over at you “really?” You nodded as you turned to him “mhm, why?” James huffed, that flirtatious smirk slipping onto his face. “I wished I saw such a pretty girl sooner.”

You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head at his antics. Finally The Three Broomsticks came into view, him once again holding the door open for you as you flashed him a polite smile.

You two found a small booth in the corner, you sliding your bag off your shoulder and placing it down next to you. You crossed one leg over another under the table, your foot now pressed against his leg. You decided to not move away from the touch, only playfully dragging your foot up a little higher.

Soon the both of you ordered, you and him both ordering butterbeer with fish and chips. The food quickly arrived, as you took a bite of a chip he spoke. “Can I ask a question?” You hummed, not wanting to speak with food in your mouth. “What’s your family like?” You swallowed down your food, already knowing why he would ask such a question.

“You don’t have to worry about them, but my mother was Slytherin, and my father was a Ravenclaw. Neither of them care about blood status or anything of that sort.” He let out a sigh of relief, clearly teasing. “Thank merlin, I feared I’d have to leave my one true love due to her cruel parents.” He smiled as you laughed, one of loudest he’s heard come from you.

He quickly realized he would want to hear it more, promising to himself he would tell much more jokes around you. As you popped another chip into your mouth you covered your mouth with your hand as you spoke, “what’re your parents like?” You already knew James’ parents were kind people but you just wanted to hear him speak.

He hummed as a small smile took over his face, “well they’re a bit older than most parents, not to brag but I think they’re the best parents in the world.” You smiled, encouraging him to continue. “Actually now both of them are retired, but i'm sure you’ve heard of the potion my father created.” You nodded, “yes I have, ‘m pretty sure my father used it once actually.” He smiled.

You two spent the next forty minutes eating and chatting, and sharing random childhood stories. James telling stories about the pranks he and the marauders have pulled just to hear you laugh again.

Eventually you both had to head back to Hogwarts, already pushing it close to curfew. He once again paid and carried the bags full of sweets, you had to force him to even let you hold your own tote bag. On the walk back you held hands again, “I had fun today.” He smiled as he turned to you, “me as well, we should do this again soon.” A smirk was on your face as you turned to him, causing his stomach to do flips. “Are you asking me out on yet another date, James Potter?” He huffed, rolling his eyes at your teasing. “Yes I am, only if you’ll accept of course.”

Your smirk shifted into a smile, pushing up on your tippy toes to plant an innocent kiss to his cheek. Giggling slightly at the blush that coated his face, him placing a kiss to the top of your head.

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delswine · 20 hours ago

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I WANT HIM 𝄒 ⸝. P. JS — drabble

the thing is, even though you experienced a harassment-like situation a few days ago, your boyfriend Jay could not convince his company not to go to the shooting abroad and had to entrust you to the members.

pairing — idol!bf!Jay x upset!brat-ish!f.reader

genre — fluff, fluff and fluff...

notes — i need Park Jongseong in my life tho..

"i said no Jaeyun! i want my boyfriend!" Sunghoon let out an exasperated sigh and threw his head back, you could see the other members had similar reactions.

Jongseong went to America for an individual photoshoot two days ago and the members haven't been able to make you happy for these two days. the reason they were trying to make you happy was because of a bad event you had recently experienced, which was why Jongseong didn’t want to go but because his company insisted, he entrusted you to the members. the members who did everything they could to cheer you up couldn't handle Jongseong's absence anymore.

right now, you were whining with a completely downcast expression because Jongseong hadn’t answered your calls in hours. even though the members tried to persuade you to eat with them by saying that you wouldn’t be able to look at them during the shoot, you were stubborn in not getting up and waiting for Jongseong's's call.

you checked your phone once more for a call but saw nothing. your eyes fluttered, you pressed your head onto your knees to keep from crying. the last thing you heard was one of the members leaving the hall to answer the door knocking because your perceptions were off, you were trying hard not to cry.

you were about to speak to the members to get angry with the hand that touched your shoulder, when you smelled the perfume of your lover, whom you were quite familiar with.

when you quickly lifted your head, you had nothing left to hold back your tears and began to sob. you quickly wrapped your arms around your lover's neck and cuddled into his arms.

you quickly began to whine as Jongseong calmed you down by caressing your hair and waist with calm whispers. "you didn't answer my calls! i missed you so much and i was so scared!"

Jongseong smiled as he lifted your head off his shoulder and gently caressed your cheek. "i'm sorry sweetheart, i wanted to surprise you and you know i can't use my phone on a plane." you continued to snuggle up to your lover by whining without speaking because you knew he was right. "i heard you gave the members a hard time, were you that angry baby?"

Heeseung spoke without giving you a chance. "she was so moody, she kept crying about you. please take her." you lifted your head from your lover's shoulder and stuck your tongue out at him. Jongseong pressed your head back onto his shoulder and said something to the members as he walked towards his room with you in his arms.

when you two entered the room, he put the small suitcase in his hand down and sat you down on the bed. he knelt down in front of you, took your hands and smiled. "are you feeling better?" you nodded, feeling a little guilty. even though you had a bad time, you had tired people out too much. "i know you're having a hard time, and i'm sorry i had to leave you feeling that way. and don't feel guilty, all the members know why you act like that. no one is mad at you, okay?"

you hugged your lover's neck once more and snuggled up to him. Jongseong was like a breath of fresh air to you, he was always there for you during the 4 years you were with him.

Jongseong let you hug him a little longer before he lifted your head up by your chin and brought his lips to yours. as your heart beat faster with excitement, you immediately started kissing your lover's lips.

while the small purrs your lover made excited you, you realized that the kiss was deepening when Jongseong straightened up and put his hand on your neck.

the few hours you spent lying in your lover’s bed after kissing him until you were breathless was enough to bring you joy back.

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this is clearly me btw - Cel

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renee-writer · 3 days ago

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An ER nurse says this is the best description of a woman having a heart attack that she has ever heard. Please read, pay attention, and SHARE..........

FEMALE HEART ATTACKS

I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is the best description I've ever read.

Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have ... you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor that we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman's experience with a heart attack.

I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, 'A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up.

A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you've been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you've swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn't have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation--the only trouble was that I hadn't taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m.

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR).

This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. 'AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening -- we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven't we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I'm having a heart attack!

I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn't be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else... but, on the other hand, if I don't, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment.

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics... I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn't feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in.

I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don't remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like 'Have you taken any medications?') but I couldn't make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery.

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents.

Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand.

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men's symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn't know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they'll feel better in the morning when they wake up... which doesn't happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you've not felt before. It is better to have a 'false alarm' visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!

2. Note that I said 'Call the Paramedics.' And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE!

Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road.

Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what's happening with you instead of the road.

Do NOT call your doctor -- he doesn't know where you live and if it's at night you won't reach him anyway, and if it's daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn't carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later.

3. Don't assume it couldn't be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it's unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let's be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive.

A cardiologist says if everyone who sees this post would Share or re-post, you can be sure that we'll save at least one life.

*Please be a true friend and SHARE this article to all your friends, women & men too. Most men have female loved ones and could greatly benefit from know this information too! Credit goes to respective owner.

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a-smol-storm-gt-nomfs-blog · 2 days ago

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3 in 1 special (I'm bad with names) sea speaker

You have your normal tw for soft, safe vore/extreme cuddling.

Grian had left the island with Tango on a raft he’d been building. It wasn't much, but he could sit stand, and walk in a circle on it. The raft itself was mer-powered, for the most part at least. Mer-powered, as in it was mostly pulled around by the mers, but it still gave Grian the freedom of not being shoved in the muscle prison any time he wanted to leave the island. The raft was very simple considering there was no sail and that Grian never learned how to use one. He didn’t want to be blown off to sea, hence the lack. It was mostly logs and sticks tied together giving Grian enough space to walk around a little, and to lay on. This was a second run of it, Grian wanted to test it before the storm came in. So it was stripped bare, nothing comfortable besides a small perch the avian could sit on and keep an eye out.

Tango was with him, as mentioned. Right now the eel was the Mer power as the rope was a comfortable length for him. Everyone knew Scar wanted to do it, but he was a bit big, yet Grian also feared the mer would just swallow him into his crop when away from the others.

The avian knew tango enough that he trusted the mer wouldn't store him without good reason.

Grian reached into the water and stroked the eel’s back, it was weird, mucus coated under his hands made sense, being an eel they hid in rock crevices the mucus protected their skin from infections and cuts.

The mer was watching him, likely a bit confused by the petting, but he definitely liked it.

Grian smiled, keeping it up. He looked up at the clouds, still far enough away, only ever able to make out the rain sheet yet.

The rain didn't help his already messed-up wings. Although waterproof, winds could be horrible, knocking him around.

They'd throw the boat around just as much.

That's part of the reason why Grian didn't want to make a sail yet.

He'd have to eventually. He knew that the mers might not always be around, and if he had to go offshore himself, it was the safest option.

At least until his wings recovered.

That might not happen for a few years though.

Until then it was, for the most part, random kidnappings and crops he'd be put in.

Thankfully it seemed Impulse was keeping an eye out for him.

Ironically for his name, he seemed the least impulsive of the bunch.

False told Grian Scar's energy was from hormones, causing his- impulsive crop storing.

Oh yeah, she said something about those-, they aren't crops, baby pouches, or something.

Why would a baby pouch be internal, though?

He'd need to ask False to translate someone for him so he could ask about it.

He looked down at the eel mer again watching his tail go side to side, the spots creating a hypnotic movement.

Grian leaned closer to it. If he were any normal bird, he might have tried something stupid, thinking it was a small school of fish.

I wonder if that was just normal avian instincts or his fish-hunting instincts.

The eel must have seen him staring, honestly, grian didn't even realize Tango had stopped the boat till he heard a teasing “Hmm?”

Grian blinked a couple of times before looking up at the toothy, playful smile.

Grian turned away, face red with embarrassment.

“I know I'm hot but-.”

Grian splashed, making the mer laugh.

“Your tail h- messed with my brain.”

“You wanna feel it?”

“Shut!” Grian said, embarrassed.

Tango thankfully changed the subject. “Anyways, topic change, but I know with this storm you likely won't get anything to eat, so- Do you want me to go down and get something?”

Grian paused. “I -er that- it sounds nice.”

Tango smiled. “Alright, ‘be back in a bit, then.” Grian watched as the yellow tail vanished down into the dark water.

The avian sighed, he looked back at the clouds, he had maybe half an hour before it hit him. That thought changed quickly as he could feel the waves rocking a bit, he also just realized he might have been moving, was it waves? Maybe a current? He stuck his hands in the water, he could feel the pull, yeah a current, Tango was likely using it to swim faster, then didn’t think about Grian’s raft. So now he was being dragged towards the storm, giving him maybe 5-10 minutes less time before the storm would be on him. That wasn’t great. What made it worse was that when Tango would be back up, he’d likely be unable to find Grian, the mer was smart, but how long would it take him to realize Grian was down current? Would he swim back to the other mers then realize? Would something else find him? Grian heard murmurs of the two sharks, Doc and Ren, who had been stalking the island, looking for him, not sure if that was the old one or the one he was at currently. Maybe he could convince them, but when it comes to the waves, yeah, he wouldn’t be able to talk them out of killing him. The avian let out distressed peeps. Wait, maybe he could try and get to tango, water did carry noise a lot better, but he’d be shocked still if Tango surfaced. “TANGOOOOO!” Grian yelled. He paused, he knew if the mer heard him he wouldn’t be coming up yet but just to make sure. “TANGO HELP I THINK I’M CAUGHT IN A CURRENT!” After a couple of minutes nothing, the avian got nervous, but not surprised.

And something worse is he made out the fin of a shark, and something perhaps pale.

Please don’t be, please don’t-

He saw a head and surface, but it didn’t seem to have seen him yet, it was the smaller shark. He was looking around, maybe for his pal, he seemed slightly nervous.

In about 30 seconds, he spotted Grian, the perking of the dogfish’s ear fins being obvious.

He went under some and started towards Grian. The kingfisher himself let out loud panicked noises, the shark becoming invisible under the darkness of incoming cloud cover.

He could make out the paleness just before the shark broke the surface, fingers sitting on Grian’s raft, the mer seemed a lot less nervous now.

Grian on the other hand was not, his feathers came up, his trimmed wings too, poofing out as he tried to look bigger.

“Awww aren’t you cuteee.” Ren teased

“Leave me alone.” Grian, well he wasn’t sure if he was begging, or commanding, what he did though was his voice was shaky.

The shark seemed confused. “I dunno about that bud, I don’t think you’ll survive this storm, it’s not pretty.”

Maybe the mer didn’t remember him, he thought he’d be angry.

The shark's expression seemed to shift as he could make out Grian’s body shaking.

“Ah, I-.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Alright, look, I’m guessing you don’t like us chasing you around, but I’d rather you not die in the storm.” He definitely remembered.

“I- I have a mer friend, H-he's near, h-he’ll be back for me soon.”

“You mean Scar?”

Grian almost said no, but then nodded yes, Scar was big, they might not test it.

“Riiiiight, your expression says it all.” Ren said sarcastically, making Grian swallow and shrink some, walking backward on the raft.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be harmed, not unless you do something stupid.”

“Please Don’t,” Grian begged, but he didn’t move, besides his shaking body, when Ren’s hands came up.

“Oh, bud.” Ren cooed softly, his finger Gently brushing Grian’s body. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise.” The avian’s voice shook as nervous peeps slid out. Ren gently put a hand under Grian's feet and lifted him up.

The avian's breathing and heart sped up, when tens mouth opened he tried to go back but his wings bumped the mers hand making him freeze.

“Please don't eat me,” Grian begged one last time.

Ren paused, his open mouth closing into a frown. “I'm not gonna-.” Ren was cut off by something that threw himself at the shark mer. Ren dropped Grian who let out a small gasp. Hands were quickly around Grian before he could comprehend anything. At first, the Avian squirmed thinking it was the bigger shark.

“Hey Grian, I got you, it's okay.”

That was Tango’s voice. Looking up the avian saw the eel over him, but the mer’s attention shifted to Ren as he recovered.

“Ow! Jeez man- what was that for?”

“For trying to grab our Grian.”

The avian smiled at that, their Grian, he liked the sound of it.

Ren sighed. “Well then careful with him, he was nearly caught in the storm, where were you?”

“Fishing, I wanted to make sure he ate, and something interesting, but I'll take him back, thanks.”

“I mean you can try.”

All 3 heads turned to Doc, and Grian let out a verbal gulp.

“I’d like my bird please.”

Grian started shaking again, but Tango pressed him to his, soaked, chest.

“No, he’s not yours.” “He isn’t yours either.” “He likes us, so I’d say yes, he is ours.” Doc huffed and turned to the shaking bird, he met Grian’s eyes and the avian puffed up again. The larger shark mer chuckled. “So cutee.” Tango lowered his head towards Grian. “Hold on tight, okay?” The eel whispered before putting him on the perch. Grian did as told and felt a yank as Tango started swimming upstream, he could see how hard the mer’s body was fighting it, and the angry yells that came from the two- or well, more like just Doc. Grian watched behind them carefully, Ren seemed to be trying to stop Doc but the larger dove under. “I- I think Doc’s chasing.” Tango’s ears flicked, and he heard Grian. Looking at the direction the mer was heading he could see a lot of rocks that stuck up above the water. The mer was gonna try and lose the bigger mers in it probably. Grian was yanked to the side, he yelped but held, barely. He looked back and saw a snarling Doc, upset he missed. Tango still aimed sharply towards the rocks. The larger shark mer must have seen as he tried to move and cut tango off. He would have too if it wasn't for Ren. The smaller shark mer stopped Doc, saying something not understandable to Grian. It worked for a bit as just after Tango was in the area he could see the shark mer dive in, aiming at the two runners. Once around a couple of rocks Tango surfaced. He did a finger over his lips, which Grian wouldn’t argue against, then took his hands up. It was the trust signal they showed Grian a while back. Grian’s breath held. He turned towards where he heard Doc’s angry shouting, then swiftly turned back and put his hands on Tango’s fingers. The mer, much quicker than he’d ever been cupped his hands around Grian’s feet and back before shoving the avian in his mouth, nearly deepthroating him. The kingfisher pulled his legs up, one foot grasping it gently around one of Tango’s teeth, the other trying to use the tongue to pull himself up quicker. Tango swallowed, it was strong, crushing the avian, unlike all those from the other mers. Grian wasn’t fighting it, he’d rather be in Tango’s pouch than Doc’s stomach. The eel let out weak coughs, and Grian could feel the walls shift, and push up a bit, but once fixed there was another swallow. The coughing came again, a hand came up and scratched at Grian’s back. What was? Oh, Grian’s wings, the feathers must be itchy. The avian tucked them closer to his body, and the itching changed to a rubbing, thanking Grian silently, before another swallow. The body shifted to a bit of a stiffer area, being moved mostly out of Tango’s throat, and under his chest. The muscles around him moved less from the breathing, the sound of the mer’s heartbeat was there, not loud, but he could make out the distinct sound. He remembered it from Impulse. This was a bit louder, though, and a lot quicker, too. It made sense, as the mer was likely stressed. The avian moved a shaky arm out in front of him, putting a hand gently against the throat walls he rubbed a bit. Tango’s hand, or what he thinks it was, gently pressed in on him. “I’m okay,” Grian said softly. The mer responded with another swallow, another after a bit, Grian could feel it getting tighter, and after a 3rd swallow, even more. The avian squirmed a bit, but then with a 4th push, he gasped and pushed into a slightly more open area, tango’s pouch. Slightly became very cramped. Grian’s hands pushed at opposite walls, it felt more compressed than Tango’s throat, and he hated it. One thing he could tell is that, when pushing at the muscles, they were tense, very tense, likely the reason Grian felt so cramped. The avian tried pushing more but his hands just slipped and got stuck. The kingfisher squirmed, he hated the tight feeling, he hated it so much, he wanted out, he

wanted out- “Stop!” Tango hissed. Grian’s thoughts and body stilled. It felt like the world paused It felt so still Everything unmoving For just so long nothing Not a word, not a shift in the muscles, the avian could barely recognize his own body moving from breathing. It took Grian so long to realize Tango’s chest wasn’t even moving much, if at all from breathing. ~~ pov change woooooo ~~

Tango put his hands up, asking Grian silently if he trusted him. The avian looked nervous but after hearing some yelling he nearly shoved himself into tango’s head when leaning over and accepting.

Tango picked up Grian’s feet in his hand and put the avian hybrid’s head in his mouth. Grian tasted amazing, but they didn’t have the time for that.

The eel mer pushed the avian in even more, as far as he could before he needed to swallow. He didn’t at first, as he felt the king Grian’s feet pull up, but after a bit understood Grian was just attempting to pull himself in.

So Tango swallowed, It was a strong swallow, something he could feel the avian didn’t enjoy, but Grian didn’t fight, so Tango went again.

He coughed, as quietly as he could, as the avian’s feathers brushed up against his throat. Tango didn’t think that his feathers would be so itchy, it was odd, considering how soft they felt in his hands.

He forced another swallow, more coughing, but then more swallowing. Grian was doing well, but Tango hadn’t noticed they weren’t struggling until the avian got near his brood pouch entrance, it was tighter there so he supposed that made sense.

He swallowed Grian into his pouch. He could feel the avian, every part of him, he could make out his wings, his heart beating ever so swiftly, the small patch of warmth as a breath escaped Grian. And hands pushing out, at first he thought it was Grian trying to rub, maybe get comfy

, but it never lessened, and maybe got worse, using stronger pushes. Tango hissed at the avian, and Grian stopped, but Tango had to go, he left the raft, the avian could rebuild another, and it would just give him away. The Eel mer used the rocks as a way to hide, soon hearing Doc finding the raft and breaking it. He was glad he left it now. The thing is he has to try and swim back without being spotted. The major problem was he was slow compared to the shark's more sleek build, his best chance was to hope a mer from the group saw the storm and came after them. Once noticing that Doc was distracted again he went for it.

He had gotten halfway to another rock when he turned his head and saw Ren.

The smaller shark mer stayed quiet but was still staring.

“What are you looking at? Ohhh there he iss.”

Tango ‘dashed’ well not really, as his back was slammed into a rock making him let out a gasp of breath.

“Where is he?” Doc growled.

Tango panted, looking the large shark mer in the eyes. ‘Where you can’t reach him.”

“Let me have him.”

“Why?” Tango asked seeming defensive now. “Why do you need him so bad? What has he DONE to you that you feel the need to scare the living daylights out of him every damn second.”

Doc didn’t have a response for a little.

“He spends hours staring at the ocean terrified, he thinks you’ll just show up and eat him!”

“I’m not going to eat him.”

“He doesn't know that!” He felt Grian shivering, every part of the avian’s body was shaking. Tango put a hand on his chest letting the avian know he was there.

“I told him so, back when we first met, besides, he bested me once-.”

“So this is all a dumb challenge to you? He’s so terrified, god he didn’t even understand us for so long, do you know how long it took Scar to calm him down the first time he did that? He only managed to swallow him because he didn’t eat for 3 days beforehand!” Doc stayed silent, but he looked pretty pissed. Tango opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. He ended up saying nothing, not wanting to anger Doc more. The hand pressed harder and he gasped, his own hands pulling at Docs. “Then why is he in you?” “BECAUSE HE TRUSTS ME! He knows NOTHING about you, besides you ate the whole crew, and went after him! What is he supposed to think?” Doc lessened his grip, Tango and the larger shark turned to Ren who was pulling Doc’s arm back. “He was, he was scared of me too when I first saw him. He thought I was going to eat him then too, brute force won’t solve this one.” Tango could feel Grian calm down some at that. “Besides, the storm is coming, just let them go, it isn’t worth it right now.” “But- I- he’s RIGHT here Ren, I can’t just let him go!” “If you do anything to him or me, you’ll have a lot worse to deal with!” Tango well it was a threat, but also a truth. Doc growled. “Or maybe I’ll just scare you into silence.” Tango felt his stomach compressing in on itself a little, not realizing the same was happening with his storge. Grian squirmed a little. “Aww he looks nervous now~.” Tango growled, then he saw a flash of black and white before Doc and Ren were shoved, not far but Tango looked up and saw Gem. Gem was Orca mer, one of the 3 that lived nearby the island, never really interacted with Grian though. “Well well well! Look who’s here.” She said smiling threateningly, teeth showing purposefully.

Doc growled. “We just want the damn bird.” “He’s not JUST a BIRD!” Tango growled. The large shark growled again. Gem turned to Tango, her gaze more neutral but still intimidating. Her arms came out, pulling the eel closer to his face. When her mouth opened Doc dashed at them, but Joel, another Orca, came from out behind the rock and shoved harshly into Doc, earning a grunt. Gem shoved Tango’s head and shoulders into her mouth. Tango could feel the taste buds against his tongue, the muscle moving a little with her breathing. He knew she wouldn’t kill him, but Tango’s breathing stuttered. He watched the tongue lower, showing off Gem’s throat for a bit before it came up for a swallow. He could make out the sounds of arguing, mostly Doc shouting, but Joel shouting even louder, much more aggressively. Once Tango’s belly was swallowed into the orca’s throat he looked back at his chest, thinking about Grian.

The avain had been very quiet, though the silence, and body movements spoke volumes.

Tango only now realized how nervous both himself and Grian had been.

“Grian?” he asked softly. The avian’s shaking lessened, but no verbal response. “G?” tango asked again, still no response, so maneuvering a hand, he pressed it to his pouch.

He could feel a lot of tense muscle, was it Grian or his own? He smushed or tried to smush his chest, but he realized it was likely his own.

Impulse’s words hit Tango like a brick. ‘They like their wing space. Without it avians feel trapped, weak.’ Those words were told to him by Impulse, the day he teased Grian, the first day they met.

Tango almost did the same thing as Doc that day.

No wonder Grian preferred Impulse over everyone, the mer left it up to Grian, never forcing it on him, not like Doc, or Scar would.

Tango wanted to throw up. He heard Grian now- or well felt Grian, he was pushing gently, feeling trapped by the tense muscles. The Eel got more nervous, wanting to calm Grian down. “G-gem I uh- how- I need to calm down how-.” “Tango- Tango.” She said softly, tongue brushing his tail. “Breathe, breathe, deep breaths, in 3 out 5.” The smaller mer nodded. He took in a deep shaky break for 3 seconds, held for one, and then breathed out.

After 3 of these, his breathing became more normal,

after 10 Tango realized he couldn’t feel Grian as well,

after 15 the avian moved slowly, seeming to test the mer, After 20 tango apologized. “G, I- I’m sorry, I’m sorry for before-, and even before that.”

He felt hands press on his pouch, rubbing it. Tango could feel his tenseness when Grian did that, but the avian’s petting helped.

“I’m sorry for Scaring you- like when we first really met-.” He was stopped as Gem swallowed.

“And uh, for yelling earlier-.”

Grian finally spoke, “It’s okay- we were both stressed out I could- really tell-.” Tango guessed his tense stomach told Grian, never mind the hiss Tango let out earlier.

“Do you have my raft?”

“No, I left it tied up to hide, but Doc destroyed it- sorry.”

“It’s fine, I have other things I want to try anyway.”

Tango rubbed at Grian, helping both the avian and himself, also because he had no idea what else to say.

Gem purred gently around them. “Grian- that name familiar.’ She hummed

“He's uh- he's the avian that we’ve been talking to on the island?”

“OHHHH! Hi! Nice to meet you finally, er- I wish it could have been better than this?” Grian laughed. “It’s okay, I uh, can I ask your name and uh species?” “Names Gem, I’m one of the 3 in the pod that has territory around your island.” “Wait I’ve had Orca mers near my island this whole time?” Gem laughed this time. “Has no one told you?” Grian “N-no- not really? I suppose I never left the island though, at least not without being in someone, today was supposed to be like that, but uh-.” Gem “That's fair, you guys might be in me till the storm passes though, is that alright?” “I’m fine with that,” Tango said. “I-er Grian what do you want?” “I’d un- I guess? I- I mean I’d-.” the avian went quiet, not wanting to sound commanding. Tango rubbed at the avian. “What is it?” “I’d like more wing space.” He said quietly. Tango nodded and did his best to relax, but being in someone else's tight throat, he also pushed back at the eel, likely not helping Grian’s case. “Gem can you- er, continue please?” Gem hummed confused for a second. “Oh yeah!” She continued to swallow, Gem’s hand feeling his lump from the outside. Gem was gentle yet effective. Tango’s biology made him easier to get down, being a bit of a slimy creature himself. It wasn’t long till he was in the orca’s pouch, it was odd, Gem’s multi-colors, like on her tongue, seemed to carry down all her body. Tango could pretty much feel Grian’s relief as the space expanded. What sucked for the avain though is it still was hugging him, but the kingfisher wasn’t complaining. It occurred to Tango that he could just have been nervous to say, Grian was nervous to ask before, but the fisher wasn’t tense, or fighting it, more relaxed.

“Would you be okay with some rubbing?”

“Me?” Gem asked. “I- I meant Grian, but I could pet you too if you want.” Gem’s belly flushed with embarrassment. “I-I yeah- please.” “I uh- I guess?” Grian responded after the other two quieted down.

Tango took one hand to both of them, his tail curling around his chest, protective of the bird. Grian was still somewhat tense himself Tango could feel that as he rubbed. It was fair, the poor guy was scared he was about to get eaten, was in a smaller space, and still wasn’t totally used to mer’s swallowing him.

Grian himself started rubbing back as well after calming down enough for it.

“How are you feeling G?”

The avian stopped his rubbing. “Nervous- I- not because of you-.”

Tango chuckled. “It’s okay G, You’ve been through a lot in these what- last 15 or so minutes?”

Grian nodded, Tango could feel it. Soon after that, the avian was readjusting himself, the eel’s tail twitched happily at the feeling. The avian ended up lying on his belly, one arm was used to raise the roof a little, the other pushing the wall out a little.

The eel wasn’t sure when, be he had started purring, he wouldn’t be surprised if it was from when Grian was shifting around.

The avian’s hands did some mix of kneading and rubbing, Tango purred more, and his head moved to be laying on his tail. Poor Gem missed out on the petting, but the smaller mer could pretty much hear her teasing, smile.

“Don’t. Say. Anything.” He threatened Gem as if he could do anything.

“And if I do?”

Tango growled, she was right, there wasn’t much, butttttt… “No belly rubs for you then.”

Gem gasped. “Okay okay, I won't I won't.”

Tango “Aww, good girl.”

“Shush, I'll make you into sushi.”

“Not in front of Grian,” he said slightly seriously. “Yeah, I’ll squeeze him out of you first, then turn you into sushi.” “I’m about to get Geminislayed.” “Rip,” Grian said jokingly making Tango burst out laughing. Gem joining him soon after After the laughter died down there was some silence, mostly because everyone's lungs hurt. “What’s your favorite fish?” Grian asked Gem. “Like to eat.” “Ooooooo.” She hummed “Good question uhh, I mean- do sharks count? I like eating the predatory fish a lot, sharks being one of my faves.” “Any shark in particular?” “Not really, I’ve had uhh a couple of each, I can’t say I’ve had them in time to know what the difference is, I just like sharks.” “Have you had whale? Like those whale bodies?” “Oh yeah, I think it's kinda common, More so than most think. We only go for those who died on the shore, if we can help it, we get them back in if alive.” “Oh wow.” Grian paused for a bit. “What's your option on Humans?” “Oh uh, mean, annoying, but we ignore them, unlike the two sharks that attacked you. I think Doc was attacked by humans though, which is why they turned to eating the small boats of them that come through.” “Oh, is that where that scar came from?” “Yeah.” The avian hummed, feeling bad likely for the mer. Tango was a bit shocked by that, surprised Grian would feel bad for the thing hunting him down. “Oh Gem, uh- question, can you drop me off at the reef- the one near the old human island?”

“Oh yeah sure, after the storm or now?”

‘Now please.” “Can do.” She whistles something to her Pod before swimming off. “How big is the pod?” “3 strong, with surprisingly different personalities.” “You say it like it's bad.” “I didn’t mean it to be.” Gem chuckled “How does it work, being an orca mer.” “Well, we have territories, but only against mer’s that eat the same diet. We, like Orcas, have separate diets. We have a pod that crosses territory with us, but their pod eats mostly fish.” She paused for a bit. “But our territory doesn't allow anyone with a similar diet to cross.” “Orcas also eat seals, do you have a pod that does that?” “No, we’re a bit too far out at sea, not many walruses or Seal are out here.” “Ah, now that you mention that I suppose I haven’t seen any of them.” “There’s a pod that lives a bit passed your island, passed the reef too, they dive for deeper prey than us, and they have scars from the squid that they tackle, they’re pretty cool dudes.” “Oh, so almost like- taking over some whale's jobs?” “Yeah, they eat bigger and deeper stuff normally, but there haven't been many sperm whales in the area so they just ended up taking over the Job. They used to be more like us, a couple of generations ago. But our waters don’t go deep enough for that type of diet, hence the lack of overlapping boundaries. If you get lucky you might find one at the reef getting a clean, we don’t mind them here as they don’t attack anything in our land.” “Does anything else have territory?” “I've heard some Mer sharks and whales do. But most go with the flow” “Whale mers do?”

“Yeah, mostly Sperm whale mers, they eat more than an average sperm whale as they have a warmer body temp, but they tend to be in groups of 5 or more.” “Are they sisters and daughters like your pod?” “Maybe? But I’m with two bachelors.” “OH- sorry, I didn’t mean to assume.” “Nah you’re fine, It's actually what we normally do, but I used to just wonder with Pearl, ended up settling with them here, but never was interested in many babies, not yet at least.” “That's fair, but were you kicked from your pod?” “Nah, but the group was a bit big, I was young, and so decided to go with the guys when they left, split away when I met Pearl, we were moving around together, and as mentioned, found this spot.” “Pearl said she knew you too, when you were younger right?” Tango asked Grian. “Yeah! She was teaching me sea speak, but when the hybrid hunting boats came in her pod forced her to leave, it's why I knew so little.” “Ohhhh, yeah okay, that makes sense.” “How did you recognize her when she showed back up?” “She recognized me, and she had a nickname for me, one word I did know.” “Gabba?” “Yep, that’s me.” “OHH that's you, I’ve heard her call you Gabba, so when ‘Grian’ showed up I wondered if you were like- twin siblings.” Grian snickered. “Awww man that would be a good prank to pull on someone.” Tango laughed. “How’d you do that?” “Dunno, I'll think of something.” “How would that work on Skizz? -if I pretended to be someone else.” “He’d believe you, Zed would figure it out, Impulse might too, but sometimes he just believes it, so I could be wrong.” Grian chuckled. “What's it like, down deep?’ “Dark, big things, the mers down there eat whatever is smaller than them, that includes any mers.” Grian swallowed nervously at that. Tango seemed casual, it was a bedtime story used to keep mers from going down too far, as pressure was a thing. “Do you know anyone who’s been eaten by one?” Grian asked, voice shaky. “No, and rumor is they lack storages too.” Grian peeped nervously. “Andd that's enough of that!” Tango said pretty loudly. Gem was a bit startled by it but seemed to understand. “Do avian’s have storages?” “Kinda, we have crops.” “Huh, what do those do?” “Store food, it's in our throats rather than our chest, and- if I swallow whatever is in there is going down.” Tango let out an understanding “Oooooooo. That's why you get scared with skizz in there yeah?” “Yeah, because I eat fish his size.” “It's a good fear,” Gem said softly. “I know I was worried when it first came to swallowing myself.” “Can I ask where you came from?” “Main-land, on the coast, I ate both salty, estuary, and freshwater fish, I had an avian village, we lived in the trees.”

“Did you get caught in a storm?” “No, watcher boat got me, was going to be sold. Then the boat was attacked by the two sharks that attacked us today.” “Oh, the boat raiders huh, did they take you to Tango and them?” “No, they tried to eat me, I got to an island, Scar found me, stored me, took me here.” “Ah.” “Yeah, wasn’t fun- no offense, I just couldn’t speak like anything, and- er- he just- almost ate me in my eyes?” “Ohhhh Oh wow, yeah that- sorry that that happened.” “It’s okay, I know you- it’s natural for you- not for us?” “That’s fair.” Gem said softly, putting a protective hand on Tango’s back.” There was some silent, calming swimming for a bit, the silence broken by Gem.“I’m nearly there, want out, Tango?” “Yes please.” The orca mer moved downwards, laying in the center she was approached by fish but the mer’s head aimed down, and the noises started. Gem started pushing Tango up, the body pressed into him and pushed. He was used to it, but he could tell it startled Grian as he moved around some.

“It’s okay G, I’m just getting out of Gem.” Tango cooed, petting the bird as best he could.

He heard Grian let out nervous peeps, it made his heart pang a little, poor guy.

Thankfully Gem was fast, and the eel slid out of her mouth casually, like any eel would if it was coming out of some rocks.

“Thanks for saving us- helping me return in one piece.”

Gem laughed at that, the other two were lying down and being cleaned. “You’re welcome

Tango slowly made his way towards the rocky outcrops, he gently traced the sand with his puffed-out belly. He looked down and could make out well even feel where Grian was. The avian’s movements were slow, the darkness making the kingfisher tired. Impulse spotted him first, and dashed over “Tango! Where’s G-?” Tango smiled softly and pressed a hand to his belly. The shark mer cooed in excitement and lay down, looking at Tango’s pouch as if he were a father. “How’d that happen?” The eel looks to the side nervous. “Not the best situation, Doc and Ren showed up while we were out, his uh- his raft was smashed by Doc too.” “Awww, poor G he was so happy with that raft.” “I’d rather it than me.” The avian piped up. Impulse flushed in embarrassment, not expecting Grian to have heard them. “How are you feeling?’ “Tired… comfy.” Tango purred. “Can I lay down, G?” “Yeah.” The avian said softly, Tango swore he could hear a yawn soon after, but he wasn’t sure. The eel looked up at the surface, it was dark, still stormy. “Want to head back to the reef?” “Yeah, be careful with Skizz, he’d want in with G.” Tango snickered. “I had a feeling, not a great idea I don’t think, poor G barely has enough space for himself.” Impulse nodded in agreement. The two chatted, swimming slowly towards the reef. While chatting Grian was moving around in him, the eel mer didn’t pay too much attention, it wasn't an upset struggle, more of a finding a comfy position.

“Tango! you’re back!” Zed said happily interrupting their thoughts. Impulse- “With a Grian in him too.” “Wait really? Oh my gosh, how’d you do that?” Tango chuckled nervously. “Mutual agreement and stress.” “Ah, yeah I suppose Scar harasses Grian into Impulse all the time, I could see that happening with someone else.” “Not Scar but close enough.” he looked around. “Where’s Skizz?” “Helping someone, he’ll be gone for a bit.” Tango nodded and lay down. Impulse got out part of a fish, offering it to tango. Tango hummed. “I- kinda feel full but- G you hungry?” The avian said nothing. “G?” Tango tried again. Still nothing, so Tango pressed a hand gently before his eyes widened. “G-guys- I- I think he’s sleeping.” The eel whispered-shouted. Impulse’s face lit up, Zed looked excited and they both came close, listening in to the sleepy chirps and breathing.

“Seems like it,” Zed whispered. “It's soooo cute.” Impulse cooed quietly. “I’m glad he can relax during this.”

“More like adrenaline dying down, and the darkness, but I do agree.”

“Yeah, that's fair.”

So the 3 chatted quietly, letting the bird sleep, he needed it.

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Hear me out. Viktor getting angry at reader and taking it out on us (m or gn reader)

I have vik brain rot..

DO I LIKE THIS? NO…MAYBE?…YES! - VIKTOR X READER

synopsis: Viktor is angry. He’s frustrated. Things haven’t been going to plan and his temper is a very thin string right about now. You accidentally break that string, and he takes it out on you. You’ve never seen this side of him before… you’re really into it.

warnings: dom!viktor, misdirected anger, talks of safe-words/signals, oral sex (m receiving), boot humping, under the desk blowjobs, almost caught (you’re in the lab and someone walks in), teasing, dirty talk, degradation/praise, throatpie, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. the libido I have revolving around Viktor is insane. Like lock me up I need help. I’d drain that man dry if I had the chance and I’d also have hearts in my eyes the entire time I’m with him. He’d be scared, he’d also love it immensely.

Viktor’s life has never been easy.

Throughout his life, he’s had to push and shove and climb his way to the top, even if it meant bruised knuckles and ripped-off fingernails.

You'd think he'd be a pro at this. He's not.

Especially when it feels like this whole month has been nothing but valleys, and he's desperately craving a peak right about now.

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It’s another day in the lab, another day for failure, Viktor can't help but think. He's been at this for minutes, hours, days, now leading into weeks of work. It’s like his brain decided to take a vacation.

He feels helpless. Useless. He can’t figure out basic equations, his prototypes keep failing, Jayce is constantly out doing council duties, and you're not by his side.

He doesn't want you near him anyway. He's miserable like this, he's snippy and snooty, even downright mean. He doesn't want to subject you to that, and he knows you will be; even if it’s by accident.

So he already has an idea of how this is going to go when he hears the lab doors open and smells your signature scent.

Hopefully you forgive him for what he's about to do.

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You quietly enter the lab, seeing Viktor hard at work. He's constantly playing with his hair, twirling the pieces at the nape of his neck, running his hands through it, even gripping the silky strands angrily.

He looks like a mess. A very attractive one, but a mess nonetheless.

You almost flinch when you put a hand gently on Viktor’s shoulders, his forgotten blueprints in the other by your side.

He whips around to look at you, a sneer on his face and a glint in his eyes you've never seen before, you lightly gasp as the blueprints in your hand crinkle a bit. He's mad, he's furious.

You've fucked up somehow and you don’t even know what you did.

“What do you want?!” Viktor snips, his tone sharp and snakelike, “Can’t you see I'm in the middle of something?! I almost solved that equation until you pestered me, now I'm back to square one!” His gaze is dark as he looks at you and you wince lightly, you know work has been hard lately but you didn't realize how bad it was until this very moment.

“I’m here because you told me to come at three o’clock, you forgot your blueprints at home and asked me to bring them so when you talk with—”

Viktor cuts off your explanation, “You didn't have to bother me to do that. You could've left them by the door and let me be. No. You had to pester, and now I've lost all my progress.”

You quirk an eyebrow at your lover. He's snippy, he kind of reminds you of a angry cat. All sharp teeth and hisses. You purse your lips and put the blueprints onto the desk, running your free hand through Viktor's already messy hair.

“Anything I can do to make it up to you?”

The lab is left in a tense silence for a bit before Viktor chuckles darkly, “You can put that mouth to good use instead of pestering me.”

Your eyes widen a bit at that but Viktor pays you no mind, he rolls out a bit from his desk and casually unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, and lowers them just enough to get his cock out. He's already half hard, and you feel yourself gulp subconsciously.

He just says one word and you obey him. Like a god and it’s devotee.

“Kneel.”

And you do.

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Viktor sighs through gritted teeth as he continues to work on his equations. A light moan escapes him when a wonderful firm suck encompasses the head of his cock.

He looks down and sees you there, eyes glossy as you look up at him and take his cock without question, without hesitation. He can feel all the anger and frustration leaving him with each pass you make. Maybe this was all he needed, he's been pent up.

Viktor puts his pencil down and groans, a long silky note escaping from his throat. Luckily for him he's gotten an updates wheelie chair that now has a back to it, so it helps him with his posture and comfort.

His posture isn't the best right now as he slowly slides down the chair in ecstasy, his ass on the edge of the chair as his head leans back on the headrest. The long stretch of his throat is all you can see and you take him deep.

Viktor startles when he hears footsteps approaching the lab. He looks at the clock and his eyes widen.

The reason why you came to bring the blueprints has finally arrived.

He forgot he had planned to talk to Jayce at three-thirty. It's currently two-fifty-five, and his partner is going to see him with his cock shoved down his other partners throat.

Viktor lightly kicks you to hide under his desk as he frantically pushes himself to slide forward. You're caged in, unable to be spotted due to the plank of decorative wood at the front of the desk. It’s cramped, with Viktor's long legs, the legs of the desk chair, and the plank of wood keeping your dignity intact.

You can minutely see Viktor trying to get his appearance in check. Running a hand through his hair, adjusting his tie, making sure the wrinkles that formed on his clothes are patted down, and touching his lower back, to ensure his ass isn't out.

Just as Viktor deems himself acceptable, the lab doors open, and in walks Jayce.

God damn it.

You can’t really hear their conversation that well, it’s a bit muffled under the desk, but you can hear tones. Jayce is happy, Viktor is a bit tense.

Let’s make him more tense, shall we?

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“Viktor, hey! I was able to leave that mind numbing meeting early. So, how’s everything going? You said you had some updates you wanted to show me?”

Viktor can’t help but smile lightly at Jayce’s exuberance, it’s been a while since Viktor has been able to work with Jayce in the lab; so this is nice.

Even though his cock is out and shoved down your throat. He just hopes Jayce doesn't notice.

“Ah, yes. I re-calculated the density necessary for—hnn.” Viktor goes to explain but grunts as he feels a harsh suck. There's no way, you wouldn't…

There it is again.

Viktor grunts a little louder this time and Jayce looks at him in concern, “Are you okay? Do you need any help?” His eyebrows are furrowed as he chews on his lip. Oh Jayce, you're so sweet. Please don’t notice.

“I’m— I’m okay Jayce. My leg is just sore, that's all.”

Jayce jolts a bit, his spine stiffening up as he looks over Viktor's form hurriedly, “Are you sure I can't do anything to help—” his sentence is cut off by Viktor waving his hand around quickly as a small grimace overtakes his face. He's lightly biting his lip as his face flushes. He must be in quite a bit of pain, but Jayce relents.

“Truly Jayce, I'm fine. You know how everything gets. After our talk, I’ll head home. Get some rest for once. My body’s hnn… my body’s telling me to relax.”

Jayce purses his lips a bit and nods. Througout the conversation Viktor looks a bit desperate. He grits his teeth, groans lightly in pain, quirks his neck to the side, taps his foot. Jayce doesn't feel any anger or frustration at Viktor, he understands he has chronic pain and he's going through what seems to be a massive flare up.

They talk quickly but deeply. Getting all their ideas and thoughts out before Jayce smiles over his shoulder, and exits the lab, “We’ll talk more later Viktor. Take a break. Get home when you can, I’ll see you tomorrow hopefully.” with that, the lab doors shut and Viktor holds his breath for a minute as Jayce's footsteps slowly but surely get farther and farther away from the lab.

When the footsteps disappear all together, Viktor growls as he pushes back his seat, dragging you alongside with him from the harsh grip he has in your hair. You whine at the pain but Viktor ignores you.

“You slut. You couldn't wait and be good for me. No. You had to suck my cock under my desk as Jayce and I have an important discussion. Did you want to get caught? Did you want Jayce to see how much of a whore you are?”

Your whine is garbled as Viktor forces your head up and down over his cock, his head leans back as he moans deeply from his chest. The sound rumbles out deliciously.

“I’m going to fuck your face since you need it so bad. If you want me to stop, hit my thigh three times, if you want me to slow down, hit it twice. Do you understand me?” Viktor yanks your head off his cock to hear you verbally say yes. Your eyes are watery and your lips are puffy, but a raspy yes escapes your throat before its filled again.

Viktor's ruthless, he forces your head up and down, like his own personal pocket pussy. All you can hear is the wet sounds of your throat, skin hitting skin, and Viktor's desperate growls and moans.

He somehow speeds up even more, lightly thrusting as he pushes your head down. You can’t help but squirm a bit, desperate for some tension to be released from your own body. You inhale sharply when you feel the polished tip of Viktor’s shoe nudge your centre. A jolt of pleasure rushes over you as your eyes flutter. Viktor’s dark chuckle tells you all you need to know.

“So desperate. Look at you, grinding against my shoe. Keep going darling, I want to see you fall apart as I cum down your throat.”

You can’t help but do as he says. He keeps using your throat like his own personal toy as you grind helplessly against his shoe. Eventually a loud groan is what you hear as Viktor shoves your head down, your nose brushing against the light auburn curls at the base of his cock. As you swallow his cum down, cock warming his dick in your throat, you thrust messily and frantically against Viktor’s shoe.

A shaky moan escapes you as you finally orgasm, your underwear becoming sticky and wet at the intensity. Viktor carefully pulls your head back, you lightly cough and breathe in shudders to catch your breath. Viktor smiles lovingly at you as he comes down to kiss you on your forehead.

“How you spoil me my love. You did amazing. You’re incredible, thank you for that.” His tone is sweet as he cards his hands through your hair as he sporadically kisses your face.

You can’t help but giggle at his show of love. He’s not a fan of physical displays of affection, but when it’s just you two, he’s so undeniably sweet.

A groan of pain escapes you as you slowly get up off your knees, Viktor is fixing himself as you lean against his desk as an abrupt opening of the door startled you both. It’s Jayce.

“Sorry! I forgot my notebook— hey! When’d your get here?” Jayce asks as he walks back to Viktor’s desk and grabs his notebook, a blinding smile directed towards you.

“Uh— not too long ago.” You state, your throat dry and voice raspy due to the abuse it suffered. Jayce looks at you in concern, “Wow, you don’t sound good. You two should probably go home, you sound sick and Viktor’s been in physical pain.”

Viktor looks off to the side as he lightly scratches his cheek, you smile at the sweet man, “Good idea Jayce. C’mon Viktor, let’s go.”

Before anyone can move, it’s like a lightbulb goes off above Jayce’s head, “Oh no— no. You didn’t. Tell me you didn’t!”

“Didn’t what Jayce?” You ask as Viktor snickers lightly, “For your sake, we didn’t Jayce.”

Jayce groans in pain as Viktor lightly laughs and you just look at the two of them. Then you realize what they’re tip-toeing around and feel your face heat up.

God damn it Jayce. Why’d you have to be smart. Oopsie daisy.

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