#and the rest of the family standing there like ?!??!! youve been doing what

[sunkillerlovechild]

my favourite dynamic between Tim and Damian is Tim being confident and comfortable with his place in the family and with being Robin (Tim has a smidge of self-esteem) and he's like 15-17 basically like mid teenage years and then Damian comes and he's like between 8-10 and instantly declares Tim his enemy cause he's Robin and that is his birthright

but instead of Tim also beefing with him cause he's kind of insecure and stuff he just finds it funny and honestly kind of adorable

and like yeah Damian is an assassin but Tim is like twice his size and is trained and has years of experience, so Damian can't actually hurt him

Tim decides to indulge him cause again he finds it funny and cute and also genuinely wants to help Damian get use to living at the manor and make the adjustment as easy as possible for him

and Damian is a kid so he doesn't realize what Tim is doing and actually tries to hurt him and stuff and Tim's just so casual about it

like Damian tries to stab him and Tim just sidesteps him and continues doing whatever it was he was doing, or Damian puts poison in his coffee but Tim has either already developed an immunity to it or has an antidote on hand, so he just drinks it and acts like nothing happend

this eventually leads to Damian just confronting him (maybe even in front of the rest of the family, who lowkey had no idea that it was doing on cause Tim never mentioned anything and Damian was technically trying to kill him secretly) and Tim just honestly telling him that he just wanted Damian to feel welcome and if this help he didn't mind and was just excited to have a little brother and at the end of the day it's good training for himself and also Damian and starts giving him pointers and planning training session so that when in a few years Damian actually gets to take over Robin, he is ready

and Damian really doesn't know what to do with any of it because Tim apparently cares about him??? and is planning to give him Robin in the future???

Tim doesn't even notice that Damian is really struggling with all that he's saying until his hands are full of his little brother, who has not given a single hug to anyone yet since he arrived, not Bruce, not Dick, not even Alfred and it's over as fast as it started and Damian bolts instantly and stays in this room till dinner the next day

but than they start training together that week and maybe Tim isn't his enemy after all

[pluralthey]

is there a good place to start if we want to learn about idletry? im very interested in the story and all the bits and pieces revealed so far but i dont know if youve like, stated the basics both about the characters-in-story and how you’re releasing the comic

hi there. unfortunately, idletry became a passion project very abruptly and many details were added very quickly without regard for how long the project would take. once i did realize how large the project was, i decided that i would not even kid myself on the idea of holding in spoilers for the next 5 years, and those two factors combined make the information available very chaotic and slapdash -- somewhat intentionally.

i don't even have the comics tagged separately for easier access among the idletry content -- although, i could go back and give them a separate tag.

i can summarize the story and say that it's about a funny little talking honey badger/tasmanian devil named jessie gaylord who has for the last 10 years of her life been on heavy psychiatric medication in an attempt to mitigate a pervasive delusion that the world is a fictional story. she also has a notorious aggressive streak. these medications work primarily by leaving her so tired that she sleeps most of the time.

the story begins when her medical team has run out of typical medications to try, and they must order an older, more aggressive type of drug which is not commonly used anymore, and has a lengthier process to manufacturing and approving the drug. during this time, she is not on any medication, and she becomes more urgently fixated on convincing people that the delusion is true.

she ends up attempting to contact the writer, who is referred to as God, and she receives a response. she immediately attempts to write the story herself, and she's granted the ability to do anything within the story so long as she can write it out. (the intricacies and limitations of this power have been elaborated upon in a bunch of fragmentary posts, so i won't try to condense it here)

at the end of the first act, she kills the first writer and becomes the new God of her world. the rest of the story is about what she does after acquiring omnipotence, and it heavily features a character named fate -- or shiloh, as jessie calls her -- with whom she enters an intimate relationship.

she has a happy loving family composed of a father named adam, a mother named evelyn, and an older sister named emily. there is a later minor subplot about a cult following who worships her after she becomes God, and this cult is initially organized by an ant called samanthuel -- or samwich, as jessie calls them. these are usually the other characters i mention and i am too lazy to link them right now

the comic itself is currently being written. the script stands at around 51,000 words at the time of writing this as i work on the second act. after it's written, i will let it simmer for a few months and then write a second draft to start to relieve the story of its bloat. depending on its length at that point, i will either need to write a third draft, or i will start drawing the comic.

chances are, during the second draft, i will start to thumbnail or sketch scenes which receive little to no editing, as i know they will likely remain relatively unchanged even through multiple drafts.

the sketch strips are to tide me and an eager audience over in the meantime, but they've sort of dried up as i focus all of my attention on finishing the first draft and taking care of a puppy that was kind of just forced onto me.

i've made a couple of full-length comics before and they have taken years. it is, unfortunately, just the nature of the process. for idletry, i plan to self-publish the comic. i've never published something in print before, so that is the most daunting part for me.

the plan at the moment is to crowdfund this, but, to be frank with you, i no longer pay rent, and i care very much about having this comic as a printed book. i have no issue with paying the cost of printing out of my own pocket by the time it's done and am even anticipating that outcome ahead of time, despite having a pretty reliable audience by now.

i'm on the fence about releasing a digital book version, as i very much want to retain digital color versions of the pages that are more vibrant, but due to the explicit adult content of the story, i don't want it to be free-access.

tl;dr: it's about a lesbian incel with anger issues who's given omnipotence.

i'm still working on the story because i want it to be good.

i'm planning on printing it as a physical comic book once it's done.

[shijinshi]

i have forgotten how to feel for the past 24 hours ever since the news broke out

my bsf whom i met because of one direction dmed me saying “Liam Payne is dead” n i felt like it was some kind of sick joke until i googled him up and saw the Born and Died next to each other and felt like a piece of me just vanished

i couldn’t believe this so i went on twitter and started having a full meltdown because what the hell

i grew up w one direction, i learnt how to dream high and make my own decisions because they taught me how to, they made me fall in love with music and connect with music in such a way that noone understands, in a way that i can resort to music as a way of seeking comfort and some unexplainable sort of peace, they were my comfort zones and gave me so much hope in life when i was falling apart, all of them meant so much to me like i have never loved and admired anyone else before like i loved them

i loved one direction so much

i wouldn’t even be able to speak, write or understand english this fluent if it wasnt for binge watching their interviews everyday and listening to them just talk in their sometimes illegible british accents (english is not my second language), i started finding my talents because of the diverse fandom, like writing, editing, etc and i literally wouldn’t be the person i am today without them

i wouldn’t be here without them

liam passing is like a shot to the heart, especially as i was a liam girl at one point in time, like ripping away all the strands and pieces of my childhood and teenage memories from my found happiness and comfort, i never understood how grief works and i still dont but this is just so confusing and disassociating at the same time, to be fully able to realise or let it sink in that a person whom you used to look up to, admire and love so much is no longer is like life shattering

my heart goes out to his family, friends, loved ones, maya especially and everyone who is grieving

i hope maya is doing okay in this moment of time and is surrounded by her loved ones because this is just beyond words to describe how she must feel rn after all she’s been through, i stand with you maya and you’re so brave for speaking up

his death wont erase his problematic actions and the emotional and physical abuse he inflicted on maya and the predatory behaviour with his fans, but he did not deserve death at all

rehabilitation works, i believe in rehabilitation, it could’ve worked with liam, if only his friends helped him, gave him the chance to redeem himself but instead they harassed his victims into not speaking up about his actions, if they truly cared, they couldve prevented this

if only liam was willing to receive help from maya and everyone who was concerned. its like guiding a horse to a pond but u cant force it to drink it

the 12 year old in me has been shattered and broken since the news broke out and idk what and how to feel anymore

i genuinely wanted to see liam get better, redeem himself and held accountable for everything, i was hoping for a better life for him where he knew what he was doing sober and conscious, i just wished the world was a bit kinder to him and had mercy on him

rest easy liam payne i hope youve found peace and solace, i hope ur next life treats u better 🕊️💔😟

[its-no-biggie]

mannnn the rvb writers did washington so dirty. like, theres the obvious example from the Season That Shall Not Be Named, but even from the very beginning......

when he first shows up, hes shown to be very traumatized by what happened with epsilon. refusing to let another ai in his head, and spacing out in the middle of a conversation..... like he doesnt even have much screentime and hes so clearly affected by it.

then in the recollection they write it off by saying that the ACTUAL reason he didnt want another ai was because he knows about the alpha and stuff. then theres one throwaway line from alpha about "youve got some heavy stuff in there" and thats it. and not saying that he couldnt ignore it and push through it and ACT like hes fine, im just saying that they made it such a major part of who he is and then never addressed it again.

and also: the fact that he fully betrays the reds and blues for his own personal gain??? and not only did the reds and blues take him in after he did nothing to redeem himself (believeable tbh), there was no conflict! no tension! i mean, a couple seasons later tucker and church get into a HUGE fight because church left them without saying goodbye, but when someone who legitimately tried to kill them for his own gain shows up, theyre all just like "yeah thats chill". ??????

and like, my problem isnt that it HAPPENED, lots of nonsensical stuff happens in this show. its that they never addressed it! wash didnt do ANYTHING to show that he had changed, at least on screen, and now we're supposed to believe that hes part of the family? the freelancer saga would have been a GREAT place for a wash redemption arc, especially as tensions rise after carolina shows up. i mean, sarge does have some distrust in washington, but its framed as "silly sarge, wash is a friend!" like- he literally shot donut!! hello???? and the bit where wash stands up to carolina would have been that much more meaningful if wash had to fight to earn the trust of the reds and blues, instead of playing both sides.

and then on chorus he FINALLY actually gets a character arc, but it doesnt really fit him at all?? like, the fact that hes focused on surviving, and frustrated that the reds and blues are dicking around? totally plausible. but why the obsession with turning the blues into good soldiers? to prove himself as a leader? why?? im not saying its a bad arc, i really like it! it just doesnt really track with what we've learned about wash so far.

season 15 he gets very little screentime, and most of what he does get is actual brain damage used for a cheap joke (which.... disappointed but not surprised, given how the show treats caboose)

the rest of the shisno trilogy he has a solid arc about coming to terms with his disability, but i feel like at some points its still used as a cheap joke? idk id have to rewatch it, i think the characters are pretty serious about it, but i feel like there were times where youre meant to laugh because "haha hes so silly now!" which...... yeesh

and then. AND THEN. THE ABSOLUTE AUDACITY TO WRITE IT OUT IN THE VERY NEXT SEASON???? as if the whole shisno trilogy didnt happen???? the fact that they immediately sidelined wash and carolina is bad enough, but thats just a whole new level.

anyway wash is my fave and theres so many things about him that i would have LOVED to see explored in the show. and instead we got this.

[carli-meows]

i would like to sleep

welcome to lala land provice of dreams

the place between rest and awake it seems

like you feel like youre falling thousands of feet

and then boom restless, only seconds of sleep

youre in line for a snack now and you cant read the menu

and everyone is complaining to you about you

what the fuck man, now you're at the back of the line

now the front, in lala playing with time is no crime

you order up some crisps and strawberry daiq

but her name isnt zach and she didnt like that, jack

so now youre fightin daiq the mack with a tire iron

so much for sweet dreams and dreams of zion

welcome to lucid land there aint no rules

except dont look in the mirror or jump like a fool

or try to remember how many fingers you have,

if your iris's were hallow or diced in half

is that your best friend chassie? or your mom?

a sock on the carpet or a fawn hoppin out of the lawn?

is that a person in your closet? someone's fingers on your neck?

just your cat lickin you, dawg, and thats just a coat, jack.

do you own a cat???? hmm???? think about that....

no no no, you're 4 foot 7 you'd think you know that

and besides, the closets on the ceiling that's no suprise

strawberry daiq on the night stand with extra fries

welcome to heaven the place you could be

its the one place youve never been probably

its better than lamb's limbo or pig's purgatory

youre no old mcdonald, so listen to us and me

you feel no pain, you feel no wrath

you feel forgiven, all your troubles in the past

you feel afloat, you feel at peace

you feel your soul's ascended, you can rest at least

youve finally made it a resting place

far from your enemies far from disgrace

theres no place like home, there's no place like here

there's no place like this place, wherever here's here

your pets and family memebers you've forgottern were here

and their features are oh so clear, and you can hear

you can hear them say in a magical way

beep beep beep, but you turn away

welcome to hell, baby, the place to be

ignore the dark swarms of locust though this firey city

hey, you got a imp bittin on you, guy

he got a chunk of your arm with your ice-cream scoop, bye!

you feel all pain, you feel all wrath

you feel unforgivable, with demons on your back

you feel sunken, you feel behind pace

you feel your soul's descended, upon this place

he's watching from ober there on a corpse mountain

she's staring at you behind him, through a geyser fountain

you're sluggish and slow in pain on the holy Fleur

cardiovascular seizure of your soul for sure

if you look to your west you can the demon of rest

he moans every second his pitch gets louder, we digress

we surround and point as you bleed from an unknown orifice

as you hear the truths from beaded pastor riding a tortoise

every thing you've been embarrassed and wrong about

all comes to fruition in this dark bright light

what all started with a sound sound sleep

leaves you shocked with the sound of a beep beep beep

[cheetz0]

i couldn't stop myself from adding my favorite characters' views about love here.

hanzo shimada: hanzo thinks love is when you obsessively control everything around your loved ones and keep reminding them through "necessary measures" to stick to the plan youve put together

cole cassidy: cole thinks love is when someone likes him enough to use him as a bait for a while, so that's what he does, he turns up 100% in for 2 days and after that it's another missing person and another fake name

Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe: thinks love is to never ever ever ever leave a person ever. even in death. it means you never change your mind about anything. she wants to put their loved ones in a glass jar and look at it for a sense of security when things begin to change again. no one has ever been able to do that for her, so she doesn't love

and what can Fix Them™ ?

••• Hanzo is already in the mountain top of revelation about healthier ways of loving. he realized how destructive can over-controlling get through literal blood and tears. trying to "love" his brother by informing him of his grave mistakes he ended up overdoing and taking his life. because when you let rules decide your life, it's only a matter of time before you put those rules before the comfort [and in this case life] of your loves ones.

the cultic family he lived in and obeyed every rule of and even agreed to become the ruler of is now dismantled by the hands of the very man. the shame and sorrow he feels for taking his own brother's life, the understanding that what he had done was betrayal of the only rule that matters, that to be there for your sibling, shows that he does not stand by that old definition of love. nothing in his life makes sense anymore so I'd say his purpose now is to find a new way to love and protect

••• I can't put into words how much life sucks for Cassidy. he's never existed, out of pure unluckiness. he wasn't deliberately put into this profession, he's here because people kept dragging him around to use him. he has multiple names, none of which could be real, everything about him is an enigma and unlike someone like sombra who erased all data about herself to hack better, he never wanted to not exist.

he has to hide from talon now, from the law, from the bounty hunters, from his former dad, from his so called found sister, from overwatch even because who knows what they're up to? he definitely thought to himself at least once that they'll be using him again, blaming it all on him and tossing him away. life fucking sucks for this dude

one of my fav cole/hanzo headcanons is that for cole, the hardest part of admitting that he likes hanzo to himself was tackling with the fact that everyone knows who they are. he's not some random nobody in a town he hopes he never visits again. he's here with all the people and all the support he's got. every member of overwatch will know. and to make things worse, he's the sibling of his best friend. he's so tangled up with anyone he technically shouldn't lose, but to love is to lose to him. if he falls for it and the time for a sudden unsaid goodbye comes up, he'll have to ditch all his friends and resources too. so he hesitates as much as he can until somewhere between frustration and getting clues of a better healthier way of loving existing in this world, he gives in and the rest is Cottage-House-And-A-Farm-With-Seven-Adopted-Kids

••• for Ashe though....

her thing is being stuck in the past. as the single child of a rich family she's had everything she's ever wanted since the beginning of life, except for being needed/wanted. her most loyal companion is a robot butler who's saved her life multiple times, served her everyday for years, came back to her after the call during the crisis and baked her favorite cake each year for every birthday but the genius of it is that ashe can't be sure if B.O.B. The Robot does this because he's programmed to do so or if he really wants her to be in his life. ashe is one of the only characters who's always with a pair but she'll never know if she's alone again or not.

i still believe the best way to help her through storytelling is to have cassidy return to her, tell her that despite the years, despite how much he's changed, despite the fact that the world put them in opposing forces, he still thinks the time they had together was lots of fun and that he would want to spend the rest of his life with ashe in it.

it'd prove to ashe that people WILL change naturally and forcefully by the hands of life but it won't mean that they're going to vaporize to nothing like her parents did. she'll learn that to love is to let people be free and watch them transform into different colors of themselves.

it'd be even good for cassidy since he'll learn that not everything in his life has been a cruel joke or a bait he fell into. sure his life was hard but sometimes when there's a choice between bad and worst, people have no better option to hurt their closest ones a little bit than to a lot. he'll also learn to confront the people in his past instead of disappearing. it'll be a practice run for existing for people he has wronged after he's done it.

im an absolute fan of when characters have their own twisted perceptions of love. like holy shit that guy thinks inflicting pain is affection! woah this silly man believes love is a form of ownership! give me more.

[loopy4lu]

people always expect those around them to be quiet, not affect them. thats the standard we face today. everyone has separate lives and you have to work to share yours with someone else otherwise you "talk to much" and are "too self centered". gone are the days where you could run up to someone, ask their name, ask how many siblings they have, ask if they want to go on the swings. gone are the days where you could be yourself and spread joy into the world. as we grow, we are expected to quiet down. maturing is synonymous with losing your sense of self.

young children get focus and care from their parents and family, but once they reach preschool theyre just one child in a room of many. you cant expect to much. reaching primary school means you are now apart of a class where everyone learns at a similar pace. what if you get left behind? what will happen to you? what if you achieve to highly? we are taught to blend into the masses. fin into the middle ground unless you want to be called out, and being called out is bad. youre just one kid afterall. when you get to highschool you realise how new and scary the world is while youre heading into adulthood. the teachers are so busy. they have so many classes. you are just one student of hundreds. you are no longer the priority unless you can prove your worth. no matter how hard you try there will always be teachers who dont care. theyll treat you like the rest. you dont want to be like the rest anymore. the rest were mean. they hurt you.

you cover up youre pain. there isnt focus on you anymore. youre "mature" now. you can handle this yourself. spending days and days trying your hardest to keep friends, consistently achieve high enough results to get attention while being dismissive of it to avoid the negative connotations of succeeding. you keep it all in. bottle it all up. disguise yourself in a more easy to handle form. that form will break though. the cracks already show around the scars lacing your limbs. you try to cover up. youre mature. you can handle this. asking for help is wrong.

be quiet. sit down.

the cracks spread. you cant handle this. why arent you mature? this is what you were built for. its to much. you finally ask for help.

" im sorry, but i have to report this. its for youre safety. have you tried talking to someone? "

that conversation is one of the hardest of your life. you sit down at the table, trembling hand gripping the paper the school counsellor helped you write. you try to speak. nothing works. you pass over to your mum. she slips her hand into yours.

she begins to read and you can feel the tears streaming down your face.

" aw, baby. im so sorry."

she reaches over, pulling you into her arms. her strong, stable arms. her focus on you. a few weeks later she takes you to visit the doctor. she helps you explain what youve been going through. she gets some of the details wrong but thats okay. her focus is on you. youre not alone. for the next three years you visit a counsellor every month.

maybe you were wrong about maturing. love will still come to you even when you hurt. sometimes letting yourself hurt is the only way you can heal. when you shatter. break into millions of pieces, you know there will be someone to help you back together. and when they crack, when they break, you will do the exact same for them. slowly you come back. the pain is still there, but you let yourself shine. you deserve to be great, be average, and even be bad. thats the most impirtant thing in life. try everything. failure isnt as bad as it seems.

your childhood joins you. youre able to grow into an adult while still carrying the curiosity and naivety of being young. you find joy in the little things, putting work into drowning out the negatives building up hatred and anger around you. you continue to stand up for your beliefs, never unwilling to discuss your opinion. you love you friends and family endlessly, providing support even when you may not be right for the job.

slowly colour comes back and you can feel the fragile, broken soul you once were blossoming into a prepared young woman, ready for whatever the future throws at her. you make plans upon plans upon plans, making sure you have backups. you dont want to hit rock bottom again. as you watch yourself grow and learn, you also see your parents growing old. you can see your sister becoming mature. you can see her struggle. but you are there. you build her up. this is what little you dreamed of, and this is what you are for that beautiful girl you were young with. she pushes through. shes better now. shes happy. she finds joy in the little things. she both seeks and provides love. she may not be exactly like you, but she is still unique and strong.

i hope that we all remember that sometimes to heal, you must first hurt. i know that more than most.

[yeonmuse]

BREAK THE WALLS | Kim hongjoong

Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Full Chapter List

🀥 Government agent Hongjoong x Rebel Oc

🀥 genre | dystopian society, halazia x geurilla concept , enemies to lovers

🀥 word count | 1k

🀥 Summary | An organization by the name of Sector 1 was well known for their work in the underground, theyve been well known for the recruiting of teens and using them to form an army since the year 2034. Collecting strays for their rebellion against those in higher power. Now the year is 2064 and the organization still runs strong they run like a family, with the new technology theyve found ways of keeping alive those that have been scorned in any past battles theyve had against the government.

When the government sends in 7 of their best men to infiltrate the organization. What will they do when their cover is blown and their true intentions are revealed? Will they join the rebellion or will they continue to let the government pull their strings like the little puppets they once were?

Skylar district October 15th 2064

"I understand we have to practice with them for this evaluation or whatever it is but why do I have to practice with her? Shes pretty and all but she scares me a little." Mingi whines as he and the rest of the guys conversed in Hongjoongs room.

"Because we played the number game and you clearly lost, besides hongjoongs dignity is still recovering from last night's fight with her." San laughs as he looks over at Hongjoong who was simply scowling in a corner.

"I just underestimated her a little okay, I underestimated all of them. They're a little more advanced than we are back at Alaura. It's just a little unexpected, okay. They are a lot stronger here than I thought." Hongjoong sighs as he leans over in his seat, as if thinking over a new way to go about things

"Earlier today when I got lost I overheard her talking to someone from the hallway, she told them that she wouldn't stop until anyone involved in the government was dead. Based on her fight with hongjoong and the way she speaks about Loren...if she finds out why we're really here then.." mingi trails off silently

"Looks like this is gonna be a lot tougher than we thought." Yunho scans over the faces of all of his brothers before sitting back in his seat.

"If you continue to let me get you off your feet like this you surely won't make it past the evaluations. You need to get at least one hit on me, Mingi, I'm not even moving at my usual speed." Tahani shook her head as she watched the silver haired boy push himself up from the floor for the third time.

"You always go for me when I'm not ready, you never even gave me a chance to stand the last two times." Mingi whines, earning an amused smile from the girl

"Your enemy wont think twice about whether or not you're prepared to fight, which means you need to be ready at all times. You need to fight until there's nothing left." Helping him up from the floor she allowed him to take a breather before calling out san into the pit.

"Ill never understand how she can just fight them back to back like this." Jongho who had been soaked in sweat, sat on the sidelines beside a tired Leedo.

"I'm pretty sure its the body, it isnt like she can necessarily feel the pain anymore from the neck down." Leedo responds before chugging down a bottle of water.

This was a moment San had been waiting for since the minute he watched her fight Hongjoong. Amongst the seven of them san may not have been the strongest but he was the quickest and most swift moving amongst the seven of them.

"Alright pretty boy, let's see what youve got." She smiles at his stance before watching as he made the first move. As she avoided each of his attacks she set her eyes on his movements, compared to others who she could easily track their steps san was a bit more difficult. His movements were not as easy to predict as the others. Everyones eyes locked in on the two as they fought, more specifically hongjoong. Rather than watch his own teammates' swift movements Hongjoong found himself observing Tahanis movements alone. She moved quickly, and every attack or counterattack she delivered against san was swift. Did she seriously just pick up on all those movements in four years alone? Hongjoong was snapped out of his thoughts at a loud thud, looking up he saw san sprawled out on the floor and Tahani standing over him smiling at yet another victory.

"Well that was fun." As they entered their living quarters Seonghwa slumped into the couch allowing his body to finally rest after hours of practice.

"They're a lot more intense than Alaura." Yunho sighs before grabbing a water from the fridge and downing it.

"Why does it feel like no matter who we beat here our strength wont matter unless we can get past the girl."

"Im sure thats not the case Woo this organization was here long before she even joined so i doubt she's what decides whether we make it here or not." Seonghwa responds half asleep on the couch.

"Yeosang got it easy, all he has to do is hang around in some lab with that Eris girl." Mingi whines before plopping down onto the couch.

"It is the perfect place for him though, plus it gives us a chance to check out their technology, we can report whatever we deem useful here back to Eden." Hongjoong responds as he leans over a nearby chair.

"The Hira girl, she's pretty ruthless when it comes to her fighting you think they're all like this?" Wooyoung states, earning nods in agreement and few shrugs from few of his brothers.

"With the girl I think there's more to it. When she fought with mingi her demeanor changed. She wasnt mean to him like she was that first day we got here. When she speaks about fighting it's like do or die for her like she doesn't have a choice."

"That's because I don't." The sound of the girls' voices made them all jump, how much had she heard.

"Why are you idiots so jumpy, you can relax, it's not like I'll hit you outside of the arena." She rolls her eyes before looking over at all of them.

"I fight like that because against your enemy they'll show you no mercy. We all do. You can't spare even a second to those asssholes at Alaura because theyll kill you without so much as a second thought. There isn't a moment to spare for weakness in this organization, too much ride on the sake of every recruit for me to allow any of you to slack off." At her words they all fell silent, though it angered them to hear someone like her speak ill of the Alaura they couldn't say a word.

[sleepy-achilles]

LSD- Third wheel

Except its not Sheamus being the third wheel. And it's a list not a fic.

------------------------------------------------------------------1. Leon's belt/Sheamus favourite feature

Drew was the first to notice, but knowing Leon and Sheamus public relationship, he refuses to speak on it.

Leon rocks back and forth as he watches the usos ramble about something on the stage. It's a house show so he doesn't feel like it's that important to be full character. Especially as his dad never did.

He doesn't react as a arm wraps around his waist, a hand planting on his hip bone. He leans back against the body, nodding his head instead of moving his whole body.

Drew glances at the pair, sheamus head rested comfortably on Leon's shoulder, Leon rested comfortably against him.

Not a care in the world.

---

And then it followed them to the live shows.

"I mean what are you three supposed to do?" Roman asks. Drew steps forward to protect the other two. "I mean, you? Sure big guy, but those two clowns?" Roman nods. Drew lowers his mic and looks behind him. "Seriously?" He asks.

Sheamus is leaning in the corner, Leon pressed against his front with a arm wrapped around his waist. "What?" Sheamus asks. "Youve got this Darlin, we believe in you" Leon throws him a thumbs up. "Unbelieveable." Drew huffs turning back to Roman.

---

And then it followed them into their private life.

"Uh, two large meat slices and one mushroom and cheese slice please" drew orders at the pizza counter. The girl smiles and nods. Normally they try flirt with Leon, but for some reason, that isn't happening.

Drew pays and turns and sees exactly why. "Of course." Drew huffs. Sheamus has his arm around Leon's waist, neither man paying attention too busy looking at something outside and talking. "Why bother" drew huffs turning away.

---

Drew finally asks.

"Whats with the whole waist thing?" Drew asks one night in their lockeroom. "What waist thing?" Leon asks. "Sheamus and his arm around your waist" "Oh! I just really like Leon's waist. It's small and narrow, my arm fits perfectly" sheamus shrugs as if it's nothing. "He sometimes holds my pants up so I don't look weird." Leon shrugs. In other words, Leon didn't care. Yes, Leon's ring gear has been a bit on the big side lately, but when they aren't in the ring? Leon just doesn't want sheamus to know he doesn't mind it.

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2. Flirts and flusters.

"Your eyes look really pretty today"

"Go away" Leon groans turning away from his supposed opponent. Sheamus smirks and lowers his mic. Drew takes the mic from Leon and moves towards sheamus. "Not you big boy. Him" sheamus smirks. "Enough" drew warns, glancing at Leon's flustered face.

Not that the fans would know. Leon only has one emotion on show. Only those like his family or friends know it.

Sheamus chuckles but backs up.

---

"I can't wait to get this show over with. A hot day like this? Riding on my baby shirtless is a dream" Leon huffs leaning back against the sofa. Drew shakes his head. "You know how I feel about that." Drew huffs. "You can always take it off now" sheamus smirks. "Go away" Leon huffs crossing his arms. "Which baby?" Drew asks. "Woah! You know my bike is baby, my car is Sweetheart" Leon snaps. "You're a sweetheart" sheamus sighs. Leon frowns and stands up. "Im getting us water" Leon states.

Drew shakes his head.

---

"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?" "Often, yes" Leon nods. "Good. You need to be told everyday" sheamus hums. Leon drops his mic and turns away, hiding his face against drew. Drew can't help but laugh, causing the other two to start laughing.

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3. Leon and his babies.

"My babies are very dear to me, you got sweetheart and baby-" "and sheamus" sheamus pipes up getting laughs. Leon shakes his head.

--

"I got Baby, my motorbike, the first vehicle I ever got. And then sweetheart is the car my father gave me on my 18th. And then I have sheamus. My little parasite" Leon smiles. Sheamus smiles at him widely. Drew shakes his head and chuckles.

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4. Sheamus and His Girl.

Leon growls and steps toward Sheamus, stealing drews mic. "You come out here again-" "Oh stop it Leona, nobody likes a tease" sheamus practically purs at him. Leon frowns and glares at him. Drew shakes his head as the pair stare at each other.

---

"I have a girl" sheamus smiles. Leon lifts his head. "Since when?" He asks. "You of course Leona" sheamus smirks. Leon hits his arm. "Ill get you for that one day." Leon warns. "Sure you will, leona"

Drew sighs.

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"Lookin good Shay" Leon calls. Sheamus stops in the door, everyone glances at them. "Thanks girl." Sheamus huffs before leaving. Drew can't help but laugh as Leon rolls his eyes.

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5. Anger and Protection

Sheamus was pissed, so pissed he grabs the pistol off the table. "Lee" drew snaps. Leon jolts forward, grabbing sheamus by the arm. "Let me go Lee!" Sheamus barks. "The fuck you gonna do? Shoot him!" Leon snaps snatching the paint gun off him. "Yeah, I am!" Sheamus snaps. "He can't talk to you like that" sheamus adds. "You're real sweet buddy but it's not worth it" Leon chuckles patting his back.

--

Leon was raging. You didnt have to know him to see that. His jaw was clenched tightly, his fists copying. His breathing was heavy and his eyes were burning into theory.

Leon goes to move forward when sheamus grabs his arm. "Not worth it buddy" sheamus mutters pulling him close. "Let me tear him a new one sheamus. You don't fuck with my sister and live" Leon growls. "Yeah, I know but instead of getting fired, let's take it out in the gym" sheamus coos moving him away. Drew watching them in awe.

--------------------------------------------------------------------A lil treat for ya, enjoy.

Sheamus pauses as the tree comes into sight. "Look man, no disrespect too your home land or shit but like this place scares me and I don't wanna be here when the sunsets" sheamus states. "Give him a minute" drew sighs, leaning against the tree. "Do you trust me?" Leon asks holding his hand out. "Of course." Sheamus nods. "Cmon then." Leon huffs pulling him by his hand.

Drew turns and watches and Leon leads him to the edge of the hill, both kneel. "Leo-" "Shh.. " Leon whispers. Drew smiles as the valley comes to life. "We aren't the only living things here. Everything has a name, a story" Leon explains, running his hand through the long grass. "Even the grass?" Sheamus asks. "The rocks, the water, the earth. Its all got a story" Leon answers. Drew smiles. He remembers their first date. Leon brought him here and showed him it. Its very special to Leon, if he shows you, he trusts you.

Sheamus tenses as a wolf appears next to him. "Hes a friend." Leon promises. That's when sheamus spots he's a ghost. The wolf howls before it shifts and wraps around them like a gust of wind.

Sheamus watches as Leon holds his arm out, leaves wrapping around them and shooting off towards the woods. "Look. Focus." Leon tells him. Sheamus glances towards the woods and watches as animals begin to approach from the trees, the ghosts of children follow. "Wow.." sheamus whispers. "The valleys children. The animals and the spirits of those who couldn't make it." Leon explains. Sheamus watches as the woods seem to glow. "This...this is beautiful..." sheamus admits quietly. Drew smiles.

"Yeah. It is." Leon nods, his eyes settled on a familiar adult ghost. "It always has been." Leon mutters as drew sits next to them, watching the children play.

Leon leans back, keeping his eyes on both men as they whisper amongst themselves.

[reineydraws]

hey prev reblog (soz i couldnt tag u lol) i see youve asked for fic recs in the comments so i thought id give you five of 'em! unfortunately it's not always all three of them & billy at the same time, but i tried my best. 😅 and there's a bonus "billy & the party" fic too.

they're all harringrove btw so if you were looking for gen fics... im sorry 😅😅 (tho the two series i rec start as gen, if that's any consolation?) rating varies (check the tags!); word count rounded to the nearest thousand.

without further ado, the fic recs! ➡️

the greatest adventure is the family you've searched for coming alive by ThePackWantstheD (32k)

this is the fic i was thinking about the most when i drew this fanart! billy ends up helping them with the demodogs in s2 and then ends up co-parenting with steve and by the end of the fic, he refers to max, el and will as "his kids," which i think is adorable :')

You Find A Heart and Catch Your Breath by Olsies (19k)

in this one, will is actually sorta billy's gay guide to accepting himself! (instead of the usual vice versa.) it's post-s3, he's on good terms with everyone, neil's gone, and will cones out to him & then invites him to apride group the next town over that he goes to. s'nice. i think about it sometimes.

Don't Tell Me There's No Hope At All/ Together We Stand, Divided We Fall by Straight_Outta_Hobbiton (59k)

susan gets murdered by neil, billy & max find her body and then end up staying with the byers. im rereading it rn so i cant actually tell u with accuracy how often will & el will continue to show up (it's been a hot minute since i bookmarked this), but im a third through and el and will have already had scenes with him that scratched the "billy mentors them" itch so there's that. and billy is very big brother to max in this for sure so! also billy is very scottish in this one btw just fyi.

Something Like a Family by HashtagLEH (series, 151k)

billy's takes a break in the woods and finds el trying to find hopper, cuz she's just gotten her period and thinks she's bleeding out (lol). billy explains this to her and helps her out, then helps her out again when she goes to find her mom and they end up in chicago, and this all snowballs into billy joining the party properly. this series has great billy & el & eventually also max. part 10 is when billy adopts the rest of them lol.

Looking For A Safe Place To Land by lilies_in_a_vase (series, 81k)

billy & max are getting better (she tries her best about neil). billy's been going to steve's house periodically for a safe place after neil is neil, and then season 3 happens. joyce and hop eventually adopt him so he ends up big brother not only to max, but to el & will too (and good bros with jonathan as well haha). part 14 is a nice one, very christmas fluff and family feels, and steve's a very good boyfriend.

bonus "billy & the party" fic:

Take These Broken Wings by flippyspoon (40k)

this one is about billy and the whole party (like, theyre all pretty included pretty evenly) but i came across it in my bookmarks and skimmed it to see if id rec it, and it's funny enough that i want to. actually i think lucas is the one that bonds the most with him in this bc they bond over boxing movies. anyways it's post-s3 and billy's mind flayer recovery includes being very sick so he has to sleep (and vomit) it off at steve's house. since steve is working, however, the kids end up keeping watch over billy to help. except theyre definitely still kids, so they dont know what theyre doing haha.

i have a soft spot for fics where billy sort of ends up adopting el and will alongside max. like, these are the kids that get dibs for rides in the camaro haha.

also im unfortunately not participating bc prev commitments but #harringrove for turkey is happening right now if yall want to donate to the earthquake relief funds for turkey & syria and get some art/fic back from harringrove fans! :) check out the tag if you're interested!!

[queerlordsimon]

Back to nightraven

( I apologize for the bad title, I didn't know what else to title it

Ace trapolla x gn reader

Prompt 45.

“Their back. I saw them last night, but they wouldnt talk to me, and it looked like they had a black eye”

Cw @bu$e, d3ath (reader, ish) taking dr*gs from a stranger (basically part of it is based on the song 6 pills from rosendale) comfort in a forest.

Angst /comfort

Word count :1,052

(Story below the cut)

Years after y/n had returned to their home world, the freshman that they had gotten so attached to were about to graduate nightraven. They were all almost better from saying goodbye to their beloved prefect of ramshackle. But grim, deuce, and ace, were still struggling to get over their best friend. It was the morning before the graduation, and everyone was bustling around, any remaining pain forgotten for the time being, getting ready to go in the stage. Well, almost everyone.

Grimm had quickly scurried from ramshackle to heartslabyul dormitory, busting in, the new house warden shouted after him, but he didnt pay attention as he bounded to ace and deuces room, pounding on the door. Deuce flung open the door.

“Grim, what are you doing here? Did you need help getting ready?” the monster shook his head, panting slightly before looking up at the two, ace having moved to stand behind deuce.

“Well then spit it out” ace sniped slightly, before his usually snarky expression softening, looking at the look in the monsters eyes.

“Their back. I-i saw them last night, but they wouldnt talk to me, and it looked like they had a black eye” the monsters voice was unusually soft and whiny, deuce looked at grim incredulusly.

“Who? The prefect?” aces eyes widened.

“y/ns back?” the fluffy cat nodded.

“I dont know where they went though, it looked as if they went to the forest behind the botanical garden” the two boys looked at each other.

“Ill stay with grim.” deuce said, nodding at the expression the usually snarky and playful boy had on his face at the news, as grim acted more like a house cat at their feet, shocked and actually hurt that the prefect didnt respond to him the night before. Ace nodded and quickly swept out of the dormitory, once out of the dorm, breaking into a sprint to the forest, starting inside, calling their name.

“y/n? y/n? I know your here!” his voice broke silence in the forest, a slight crack to it. He had been the second worse off when you had said goodbye, grim being the first, for obvious reasons. He heard a twig snap somewhere to his left, and quickly followed the sound, and he heard their voice quietly call out his name.

“Ace?” the voice was more horse then he had remembered, but he didnt pay attention to that, as he saw their figure,moving quickly and embracing them, tears flowing from both of their eyes.

“y/n. What are you doing back?” he asked softly, pulling away from them, to look at their face, which as grim had said, had a black eye.

“I-i came back, for you guys” they said, a smile gracing their features, but a sad one at that, tears still running down their face. “Youve grown so much”

“What happened to your eye?” he asked softly, running his thumb over the bruise that was lower on their cheek, softly as to not hurt them.

“O-oh, family issues” they said softly, smiling through any pain, leaning against aces hand, “this is old. I left weeks ago, trying to get back here”

Ace didnt say anything, nodding, just letting y/n tell their story. “It was when i got back, i would often day dream of memories from here, and any grades i had fell, and i couldnt hold a job, my mood eventually got worse, and they couldnt handle it. My mom started doing things like this. A few weeks ago this was the last straw.”

y/ns voice was starting to break up, and their knees buckled, ace quickly caught them, moving to get them into a sitting position, both on the forest fall, him pulling their head to rest against his shoulder, comforting them.

“I left, and started searching for a way back here. The other day, i was wondering in the forest, hoping to find a rabbit hole, or something, when i met a old man there. He had an oak staff, and such a gentle smile. He invited me to sit for a while and talk, so i did. He could tell by the bruises and the look in my eyes, i need to get out of the world. So he gave me a bottle of pills. Told me to take up to three, to ease the pain. But then they stoped working so quick..” they trailed off, before closing their eyes tighter. “So i took 5 once, and, and,” they couldnt choke out the rest for a minute, ace hummed softly to try and calm them, rubbing circles on their back,

“I no longer live on that planet” was the easiest way to choke it out, before burying their face into ace, who hugged them tight.

“Its ok, prefect, your alive here, thats all that matters” he said softly, comforting them to the best of his abilities. It took awhile of comfort, but y/n did calm down, looking up at ace, who looked down at the prefect softly.

“Im sorry that all happened to you prefect”

“Its not your fault.” the prefect said softly, ace started to say something, before they heard two familiar voices, as deuce and grim found the two in the forest.

“Prefect!” deuce panted, stumbling behind grims pace, panting. Grim seeing you two at his level, jumping onto their lap, essentially, hugging them in his own way. y/n giggled softly, using a free hand to pet grim.

“Hey buddy.” they said softly, running their hands through his fur, looking at deuce softly. “Hey their mr. honor student” deuce managed a smile, falling to his knees near the three

“Welcome back prefect.” he smiled at the three. “What happened?” ace shook his head in response for y/n.

“Well explain later, lets get back, so we can get y/n food and cleaned up” he said. Deuce nodding and picking grim off the two, as ace stood up and got y/n into his arms, who looked at him tiredly.

“Thank you you three” y/n smiled softly. The redhead nodded.

“Anything for you, prefect”

Lets just say graduation was postponed, seeing as the whole of the old freshmen class was too distracted with the prefects return, but ace most of all.

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First fic written specifically for tumblr, i hope you enjoyed, technically the second fic, both for tumblr and twisted wonderland, but the app decided to delete the whole of the first one that i wrote as soon as i was done with it, so thatll come later. Hope you enjoyed this combo, thank a random wheel lol. Feel free to request anything, and ill see you next time.

-queer.lord

[tiens-letters]

with these hands, I vowed to love you

with these hands, I vowed to care for you

and with these hands, I ruined you

Childe (angst)

tw : slight gore and just pure pain

...

It was that time of the year again, going back to the snowy region was a bliss for you. Having to visit your fiancée's family was an unspoken tradition after he introduced you to them. They practically took you in as one of them immediately, especially that little angel brother of his.

Teucer.

The train ride was comfortable , the window giving you the familiar beauty of the snowy landscape of snezhenaya. It was snug inside the rather spacious compartment Childe rented out, even when you told him that you'd rather share a normal one due to your thrifty nature he'd shrug it off, claiming it that he has too much mora and nowhere to spend it on other than you.

Gifts from him would scare you as you knew these weren't anywhere cheap. Everything he gave was expensive, he loved showering you in gifts and it made you feel so overwhelmed.

"Ajax, you're spending too much." you were visibly sweating beside him as he picked out another one of the dresses on display at the local boutique of Liyue.

"I think this one would suit you better, don't you think so love?" of course he wasn't listening, placing the dress in front of you

"Ajax." you frowned at him

" I just want to spoil you." he whines

"I know but sometimes its just..." you stopped yourself before saying anything further in fear of offending him

"Was it too much again?" the tone in his voice softens as he puts back the dress, he knew how you didn't like that habit of his, formed from the first time he saw you down by the docks.

"One dress, Ajax. One is enough since you picked it out for me." you gave in not wanting to see him so dejected, he immediately brightens up as he pecks you on cheek before rushing off to a different aisle of clothing. Sighing, you sat down on the sofa present in the shop, watching the ginger decide thoroughly of what dress to buy.

But of course, your love for one another runs deeper than things bought off gold nor silver. No, it ran deeper than anything else, rivaling the oceanic depths.

"What are you thinking about hmm?" he hums below you, head resting against your lap.

"Im just happy to be visiting again, that's all." you smile, nimble hands brushing through his soft hair "Sleep well?"

"You bet I did." he grins taking your hand and placing a kiss to your beating pulse and then another and another, showering you in his deeply rooted affection. Soon his kisses reached where they are supposed to belong, those soft lips of yours and then inching their way to the sensitive spots on your neck, leaving marks only he can place on you.

Breathless and bothered, you pushed him back "The attendants are gonna see, you idiot." at least you still had some control in you

"They will only arrive when we call them , so its fine to have a little fun before we arrive." there was that sly grin of his as he continued in where you both left off, ears perking to hear more sounds exclusively for him and him only.

"You horny bastard!"

...

It was cozy by the hearth, you and his siblings huddled together in one single fleece blanket, steaming cups of hot cocoa in hand. Childish giggles and hushed stories erupted amongst you. Teucer having wrapped in your arms as he snuggled closer. Anthon and Tonia flanking your sides.

"Hey, who's fiancé do you think you guys are coveting?"

"Oh don't be like that, your siblings just miss them." his mother chided from the couch where she sat, an open book on her lap, she didn't seem to age and always looked so young that at first you were shocked to have been introduced to her.

"But mom, I haven't seen her all day." her son pouts as if he were still a child denied his candy

"Give me a break, you're always clinging onto her you know." his sister rolls those identical thalassic eyes at him "You wont die if you go a day without her."

"Listen here you little---"

"Ajax." you interjected, as much as you enjoy the siblingly banter of theirs, you cant have them going at each other with offensive words. His pleading gaze aimed at you as he practically begged for you both to go home.

"Please?"

"After I put Teucer to bed." you sighed, standing up with the youngest in your arms

"Seriously this guy." his sister groaned "I was having a good time."

"Tonia dear, we can continue our conversations tomorrow." you winked at her, it was a promise

"Fine."

Both of you bid farewell to his mother and made your way towards Teucer's room and tucking him in.

"Happy?" you turned to your fiancée, a narrowed look in your eyes as he grinned beside you

"Of course, sweetheart!" he pecked your lips as he pulled you closer

"Can you not do it in Teucer's room? Have some shame." his siblings' comments were endless, this time it was from his older brother.

"That's why were going home." Childe picked you up as you made a surprised yelp making the other party roll his eyes "Also, get ready to lose tomorrow brother. I'm getting that white deer for my lady."

"I'm looking forward to it."

The walk was short towards Childe's home as he preferred living alone. It was a grandiose manor and you were sure you will never get used to how big it was and filled with such furnitures of the finest quality.

"Well, how was your day darling?" you hummed, arms snaking around his neck

"Oh you wouldn't believe it."

...

It was there.

You felt it in the cold breeze that wafted into the room.

A shift in the flow of the wind, it was different yet familiar at the same time. Leaving the window open as the harsh temperatures of the night climbed and crawled inside. The curtains danced in the turbulent current of the gale, carrying songs only you could hear. Songs that made mountains tremble and build civilizations at the same time.

there was something foreboding, something terrifying and something heavy and dark that devoured anything in its path.

You heard him first before he came in through those doors, that tousled ginger hair of his caked with melting snowflakes in the warm glow of the lamps. His rugged appearance caused by the hunting competition between him and his older siblings induced his worn out state. That soft yet jaded smile of his was what welcomed you as he trudged inside the bedroom, lazily discarding his clothes on the basket for dirty laundry and entering the bathroom for a quick shower.

"why is the window open? " he asks you, sliding inside the warm covers

"I just wanted fresh air ." you smile as you shut the windows and pull the blinds enough for you to see the moon that hung above the sky. Joining him under the covers, you cradled him, his head resting on the crook of your neck. Your hands finding their way into those soft locks of his , entangling them as he hummed softly against you. Those arms of his that held weapons and skin littered with scars both old and new now held you close, so tenderly as if he'd never taken a life before.

"sing me a song, sweetheart. " his queries were simple yet genuine

"of course." you sang until you equated him to a sleeping newborn

It was warm, so warm that you could have mistaken it for a summer afternoon in Liyue, resting on the couch with silken pillows and window showcasing the view of the harbor below. The steaming cups of soothing tea Beidou would brew for you when nights became cold at times she would pay you a visit after trading that would take weeks, months and rarely years.

you slept.

Why is it cold? you wondered, Did Ajax open the windows?

You were blessed by the tsaritsa so such climates shouldn't matter to you.

You woke up.

A shadow was cast over you by the man youve sung to sleep. Virulent blue eyes looked at you with so much abhorrence, for a second you couldnt recognize them and thought it was a stranger to which you were ready to terminate.

"Ajax?" your voice was hoarse, as you slowly lost the feeling in your lips.

He was crazed, still trapped in that dreaming state of his, drifting between experiences. Today was a re-enactment of a memory he would never speak of, not even to you. There were parts of him he'd never tell you, such a soul as yours should never hear.

You choked and coughed as the metallic taste of mortal ichor filled your throat. How could you have not felt anything earlier? Was it because of your futile attempts to coax Ajax back into reality or was it because of the numerous thoughts your mind came up with to he answer as to why he is in such a virulent state. Excruciating pain filled your whole body as you writhed and struggled under his grip. It felt as if something was being ripped out of you.

"Ajax, darling come back to me." you cried, it took so much to even utter a word as you bled out, you know not where but you could feel it. The liquid vital for your survival was seeping out of you, flowing like a lazy river on an autumns day, only that it was warm, sticky and addicting.

"Ajax?" a hiss comes from that mouth, he cringes as you freed your numb hands to hold his face and he let you, seeing as to there was no point in stopping you as you dangerously danced on a tight rope of life and death. You couldn't tell in that delirious disposition of yours if his eyes were shifting between Ajax or the primal eyes of a beast hunting its prey.

It wasn't too late was it?

But why didn't your eyes meet his?

Who snuffed out all the lights?

"I've abandoned that name a long time ago."

The cold took over you completely, freezing you until you broke under his touch with words left dying in your ichor filled lips

and then fear was the last thing you felt.

fear that he might not return to his sweet, charming self.

fear that he will curse everything in his path.

fear that he might attempt to use different various methods to bring back what was lost

and fear of his ruination.

you care not for your death, even in your last minutes of life, you dare not blame him for what he's endured so far. only wishing he never had to experience such in the first place.

This is what the wind warned you about in its lullaby.

...

Childe woke up for the second time.

Oddly more worn out than the day before, but your songs always worked, how come? . He wondered if you left to make breakfast as the covers felt empty as he reached out for you. No, you were a late riser, always having to slumber in the middle of the warm covers of the bed you both share. It was he who mostly did the cooking in the morning. So your presence gone was a displacement in the moment of his waking.

His eyes had to adjust to the view of the room as he sat up, a yawn escaping his lips as he called for you. The pitter-patter sound of the water on the bathroom tiles were non-existent as he strained his ears to hear for any trace of you.

"What..." he was confused as to why the room was trashed, furniture broken in half and strewn about the room, the drapes shredded and laying on the floor and the mirror shattered to pieces, shards sharp enough to cut through skin yet he slept through such a thing?

his first concern was your safety as you had not been present in the room and it him.

the heavy stench of blood lingered in the air. His enjoyment for such things turned into something suffocating because blood was never shed in his own home nor in his very room. In the state of confusion, something dark caught his peripheral vision. A large blemish in the covers beside him, it was dyed a deep dark crimson and he knew well what it was. He began to shake in worry, telling himself not to panic until he finds you safe. All he could remember was you singing him to sleep, held captive in your soft arms, encased in your warmth, so how did it come to such a morning that looked like a result of a monster's tantrum. He calls out for you, his bare feet on the floor as splinters punctured them and he didnt care. he had to find you.

The hallways looked haunting, the portraits on the walls taunting him and he swore he was going lose it if he hadnt found you sooner, every room was achingly vacant and it felt like a dream. He calls for your name again in a frenzy as he rushes through the place, had the mansion been this big? he thinks as he runs down the stairs.

There in the fireplace, the dying embers of fire lit from the night before, wood giving away and turning into coal as the burning smell mingled with similar stench that engulfed the bedroom, the same dark liquid on the sheets was present as well, only that it was painted into the wall and bled down creating a cascading waterfall.

Because there you were, with arms spread out as if welcoming each and every sinner for solace and blessing them with forgiveness, the drying mortal ichor behind you creating a halo. Your lips upturned into something soft as if you'd do anything disgraceful to keep the effeminacy on a soul lost to ruin.

an angel crucified.

that oh so heavenly face of yours could rival anything beautiful, even statues would crumble under you, nations would go to war for you and bodies of those who want you would turn into a throne built for you and you only. You were immortally ethereal even in death.

Ajax, dear sweet Ajax felt his legs give away, energy having siphoned from him as he trembled so much that it could rival the mountains when they shook. Thalassic eyes, wide blown into grief, anguish and all other emotions crashed against him like strong waves that could drown anyone caught up in it. He knelt as pain spread through him like wildfire, burning, scorching and killing. Agonized cries filled the room and if someone were to pass by, they couldve mistaken it for a dying animal. He gasped and choked on his own breath as he dared to look at you, the tears freely flowing from his eyes, down to his pale cheek and finally falling off his trembling chin to be hungrily absorbed by the carpeted floor that was also tarnished by ichor.

He felt crazed as he wept and in that moment of insanity, he remembered. That most disgusting sin he's ever committed that he should never be pardoned for in the life he has right now and the next ones he will be in. Through the blur of tears, he saw his hands and he wished he didnt.

Sullied hands befitting a murderer.

He screams into the ground, doubling over as his hands find their way into his hair, gripping it and ripping out those jacinthe locks of his. He could never forgive himself now and he never will. He wails out loud until his own throat collapsed into a croaking mess.

and then he couldnt find himself no longer.

The sand of time seemed to trickle down slowly. His eldest siblings came looking for him, to continue the hunt. A once peaceful encounter turned into a nightmarish reality as they witnessed their brother rocking back and forth with you gingerly wrapped in his arms, mumbling your name. Lips pressed to your forehead as he prayed and begged for forgiveness over and over in hushed torn whispers as if it were enough to bring you back and cover that gaping hole in your abdomen.

"What did you do?"

...

"Brother, when are they coming back?"

Oh darling Teucer, innocence reflecting off his eyes as he tugged on his brother's sleeve. The toy you gifted him clutched tightly at his side.

"I dont know kid, their mission was sudden so its best to wait. Can you do that Teuc?" the truth about you was kept behind closed doors, only adults can speak of and if they did, it took time to keep the conversation smooth and off of any grief nor sadness when your name reached their tongue. The younger ones would never know until the time is right. When everything was taken care of and hearts moved on. 

Your funeral was held in secrecy yet was it was grand. Something that would hold the significance of your memories with them. It was beautiful, your favorite flowers lined along your coffin, and you. Looking ever so ethereal even when death has kissed you, clad in that dress Childe bought for you. 

"uh huh!" the youngest ginger nodded eagerly and skipped away as the eldest sighed into his hands, the pressure weighing heavily on his shoulders as he worried more and more about his younger sibling. Another memory, a mind broken and a his soul withering. was there any way to save him? 

Days seemed to go by as any glimpse of the man was scarce. Until one day they ceased to see him altogether. It started at lunch, a week after the funeral when it took everyone to coax him into eating more as he lost weight  and trickled down to a whole day. Cooped up in his room, clinging to a pillow with the fading scent of you. and then he was gone, like a snowflake melting upon ones forehead. They grew anxious and thought of the worse until they caught wind that he was back in Liyue from one of the agents only then were they allowed to breathe a little better. 

"Childe, what finds you here?" the calm tone of the geo archon's voice broke him out of his trance

"Have you seen my fiance?" Zhongli blinks at the question of the harbinger, he knew what befell you and yet this man before him seemed clueless enough as to what he committed. How Childe did what he did, he seemed to sympathize with in a way that would make him understand his behavior. 

" I have not." he couldnt bring himself to tell this man the truth. Perhaps he was sparing him, spearing that mind of his into spiraling down into nothingness and a heart that was held by a thin piece of thread. "Perhaps it is better to enjoy yourself while you wait for them." 

To deviate oneself from the loss might be the best way Childe right now until his mind is ready to accept the torment of the heavy truth that would slew this man. 

"I see. " he smiles and yet it feels so empty to Childe, the reason? He wouldnt know or atleast his mind wouldnt allow him to know 

"Ill see you around then Xiansheng." 

Everything that he portrayed lacked and all he could do as he's always did. 

...........

i had to.

I hope yall would get Childe :)

[salphia]

FASELY ACCUSED - SPENCER REID X Y/N (Chapter 2)

TW: Muder, Attemption of Muder, Flashbacks, panic attacks, blood, gore, muder cases, guns, weapons, killing, mention of rape, mention of moslting,

Master List

"As you are aware you are being chsrged and trialed for murdering 365 people." The lawyer reminds you. You nod, very well aware.

"That means you are also aware that you could be sententiced to death?" He asks, you feel your heart race faster and faster.

Death sententic is something has always scared you as a kid. Weather it be peaceful or not it has and still does scare you.

You nod taking in a deep vreathe to slow your heart down, slow it down just enough to keep you calm.

"Do you need a break?" The lawyer asks you, taking a drink from his coffee. You shake your head.

"No, i'm fine." You tell him as you both conunitue. You take a drink from the plasic cup, all thats in it is water.

After an hour you are taken back to your cell. Youve been placed in a area of the prison that is secterly for kid killers, kid rapers, kid molesters, ex cops and much more. However the other prisoners know where you are.

"You will be my bitch soon." Another female prinsor, Ginny Arrow. Hit your cell door.

You arrested her and put her in here for murdering her parents, her cousin and someone who she went to school with. She got 7 years of prison time with 3 months probastion.

You had silently hoped she was on probastion by the time you had gotten in here;

"If she gets the death we can easliey finish her off!" One of her buddies say, causing her and her whole group to bust out in laughter, a prison gaurd makes them walk away and go back to theirs.

You look at the cement roof.

'Why? How? Why did i let them threaten me like that? My own family and best friend of all people.'

You think to yourself, you should of just said something sooner. You know the team would of helped you, would of protected you, we all would of protected each other.

≈

You walk into your parents house to see your own parents, your cousins parents and best friend parents, covered in blood, 17 gun shot wounds to the chest and 2 stab marks across their eyes, dead.

You pull your ohone out of your back pocket with shakey hands. You struglle to diale 911, but ypu where stopped by your older brother snatchs your phone out of your hands and crushs it into small peices.

"Why did you do that!?" You shout at Adam, grabbing the peices of your broken phone.

"Sorry sis." You hear him say as everything went black. Once you awaken you notice your head is hurting like crazy, your arms are tied down to the chair arm rests while your legs is tied down to the chair legs.

You see your brother, sister, cousin and best friend all standing in front of you; "Drop the 365 case, Y/N."

Lina tells you, you look at her confused. How did she know you started working on the case? You dont tell her about anything and any cases.

"H-How did you know I am working the case?" You ask her, shocked, studdering a little. She doesnt have a phone, she doesnt read the paper or listen to the radio and news. The same goes for your siblings.

"Please sis. Its for your safety and ours." Your sister says to you. You cant help but wonder why they are asking... it soon hits you.

"You all are the unsubs for the 365 murders." You say in disbelieve. Your whole body relaxs. Surely this cant bd true, but if it is true.

"Am I the next victim?" You ask them. They all look at each other. They shake their head.

"We are the 365 murders. You arent our next victim, but you will be if you dont work with us and do what we say." Lina tells you

≈

Tears rolls down your face, you start to whimper but you keep quiet in order so no other prinsors and guards hear you. You dont want them to be alareted. You dont want to come off as weak or a easy target.

[chdarling]

also random question but ive been wondering - how many people do you picture go to hogwarts? theres only ever been 8 gryffindors in jilys year which would suggest a smaller school population but most of the tle characters seem to pretty consistently not know the names of a lot of people when people are first being introduced, which would make sense at a bigger school (my high school had nearly 2000 people so i didnt know half the people in my year never mind the whole school) but ive got the impression from my friends who went to smaller schools (~300 people) that pretty much everyone knows who everyone is, and being in an isolated boarding school would magnify that by 100 probably. most fics tend to have everyone know everyone, so tle stands out to me a bit in that regard, though i remember seeing a post here years ago about how hogwarts was probably smaller when harry was at school bc fewer people were having children bc of the war, so around marauders era the school would have been bigger, which is what ive adopted as my personal headcanon which could apply here. or possibly ive just overthought this all and youve never considered it lol

Oh, I’ve considered it, anon. I have considered it so much it has driven me to madness hahaha.

So, I definitely fall into camp “Hogwarts in the 1970s was Huge” vs the student population of Harry’s generation. I like this for a number of reasons, primarily because it is very illustrative of the violence of the first war. A lot of pure-blood families (not to mention half-bloods and Muggle-burns) were wiped out during the first war, and I think class size would reflect that.

I also like it because it allows for the drama of meeting new and unfamiliar people, not to mention the narrative usefulness of introducing people to the reader and the main characters at the same time.

When I first started (obsessively) plotting TLE many moons ago, I made a roster of students for each year. (yeah. I’m that intense lol.) I originally had a LOT more than 8-12 per house per year. I envisioned multiple 4 person dorms per year. (It seems highly unlikely to me that the Marauders were the only Gryffindor boys of their year, but I also didn’t want to stick another random dude in their dorm because that messes things up narratively lol. Then I always have to be like “And then they all transformed into Animagi!! And, uh, the fifth Gryffindor Kevin was in the loo. Don’t worry about him.”)

However, in practice, having that many characters running around and interspersing them into the narrative was a mess. No one wants to keep up with that many OCs, and TLE already has a huge cast to contend with. So in the end, I opted to just name a few and make vague references to “the rest of the Gryffindors” and let people fill in however their imaginations choose. 😅

[flooficandii]

the oc interaction special™

alrighty folks this is the moment youve been waiting for this is a handy dandy little compilation of nuniq and valotumblr ocs interacting

note:: these will mostly be one-sided since i won't write your oc's dialogue without your permission teehees .

starting off with her more "canon" interactions since me and stars (@starstainedarts) write together a lot 👍

lakan

in the storyline where we mush up all our ocs together, lakan is the one that convinces nuniq to join the protocol

nuniq saw the kingdom logo on brim's pauldron and immediately decided these people were not worth listening to

soOOOO naturally youre gonna wanna bring out the radiant professor who spent the past few years being a sore in kingdom's neck

lakan and nuniq have pretty similar experiences. they're part of the "kingdom fucked up my home" club

although nuniq was still wary and standoffish to the rest of the protocol at first, she and lakan got along really quick

she trusts them enough to take her blood even after seeing them on the field lmaO

lakan is sorta like an older brother figure to her. they're like an unhinged version of her old friend amaruq

they steal her dog sometimes. it annoys her but she can't do anything about it because aput loVES lakan

overall they have a very deep trust and they both empathize with eachother. theres so much lore to go over with both of them but i'll shorten it for the sake of this post hHFJDJGK

tefnut

if lakan is an older sibling to nuniq, tefnut is sorta like a little sister

...a little cousin, more of

their radiants are interconnected (tefnut to water, nuniq to snow) so i like to imagine they help eachother develop their skills

they play this little game where tefnut tries to turn a snowball into liquid, passes it, and nuniq tries to freeze the water blob

its like .. liquid tennis

eventually it gets bigger and bigger , cleo for example would send a wave towards her and nuniq would turn it into a thin sheet of ice

clean, just like that

unfortunately tefnut is a duelist SOOOO theres a bit of babysitting involved /j

especially when it involves yoru

cleo will sneak back into the base from a late night out with him and theres nuniq in the lobby picking tangles out of aput's fur

"you went out with the punk again? mhm. alright, tef. i won't tell your mom."

overall wholesome friendship but they can be very scary when synergized

shatter

nuniq respects cairo very much as a leader

cairo on the other hand, treats nuniq the way she wished she was treated

theyre both people who knows what it feels like to look after/worry about a team, except shatter is much more experienced whereas nuniq was forced to take on that role

shatter helps nuniq feel at ease during missions. this is a competent and capable woman who knows when to call the shots

she's the protocol's mOM lmao

"you're deadly, shatter. i think we'll work together just fine."

"you've got glass, i've got ice. what say we cut 'em up?"

side note!! brim's relationship with shatter, tefnut, and kj helps nuniq further trust him. she respects that he fights for a safe future for and alongside his family

(i am once again advertising how much i love sandstone . shatter and brim old married couple fr fr)

--alright!! i just about covered the lorey interactions so valotumblr oc funsies below this line--

tao (@rerenah)

kingdom. (derogatory)

alSO THE RBF🤝🤝🤝 ITS SO REAL LMAO

theyre both the intimidating quiet type so seeing them together would be . intimidating squared

but do approach them

i dont think tao wants to let on as scary + nuniq will show trust as soon as her gut decides you're good

she admires his selflessness in that his healing requires the draining of his own life force

her respect towards him is in a way similar to the way she respects sage

except in a more relatable way because it involves sacrifice

i honestly feel like she'd yell at yoru to get off his ass because she thinks tao is trying his absolute hardest

she's 100% willing to stand up for him tbh . but this is something tao and yoru will settle on their own so she lets them be

"tao. no need to break a leg for me, alright? if i get hurt, save your stuff for someone else."

"you do so much to protect us, tao. i'm proud of you."

noura (@lemonssoda)

the whole noura situation would throw her off tbh

like

*looks around* CYPHERS KID IS ALIVE???

having noura around helps nuniq better understand cypher. whether he likes it or not his dad side WILL be vulnerable to the rest of the team and nuniq just appreciates that

as for noura herself, nuniq is surprised at how.. different noura is from cypher

if cyphers conniving and secretive noura is very bouncy and peppy

its almost funny

but there are a few similarities, like their wits, info-gathering and maybe even their laugh

(yes this is a suggestion to give noura and cypher the same laugh haha wink wink nudge nudge)

from her abilities and personality i take it that noura can be a little . brash in battle lmaO so that means nuniq would have to keep a very close eye on her

it pays off though, sometimes it takes brute strength to reinforce a tight defense

i think these two would get along!! noura might (lovingly) annoy nuniq but she cares for her. on a mission nuniq might try to protect noura specifically because cypher's already lost his family once, and she'll try to stop that from happening again.

"noura, put down the snowballs. only i can use those. okay? okay."

"i gotta hand it to you, noura. that was fantastic. this isn't permission for you to run into the enemy again, but.. good job."

aurora (@a-valorant-effort)

dude i wont lie i feel like nuniq might turn to aurora for mentorship sometimes

nuniq had noone to turn to when she was still figuring out her radiance so most of it is self-taught, but aurora could possibly give her some wisdom that she could never grasp on her own

if ever she hears about how aurora acquired her radiance she'd be so.. surprised

after something so scary and life-altering it's amazing to see how composed she is

she has the experience of a school teacher and the radiant mastery of a goddess

she FEARS this woman. in a good way

i think the closest comparison i could make is with astra?

both astra and aurora have the capacity to fuck up the world as we know it but they're on the good side. thank god

"aurora, nakurmiik. you make my job so much easier."

"i'll try my best to help you protect this place, aurora."

koi (@niagaragrape)

KOI IS SO SWEET.

KOI . IS SO . S W E ET

shes an aggressive and mobile pusher but shes polite and follows orders so shes nuniqs type of person fr

i feel like these two would make snowmen together no doubt

then koi would slap some ink and stickers on them

koi is everyones little sister i said what i said

nuniq is not exempted one bit

in that sense i feel she'd be the most protective with her? not so much as to smother her of course, koi is still a grown lady

but she wants to make sure nobody takes advantage of her kindness

glares at yoru

now of course yorus nice to her and everything but nuniq just wants to make sure he doesnt say anything stupid

hes just.. blunt and insensitive sometimes so its hard to trust a person like that with koi yknow

koi? nuniq will let you cry into her dog just putting that out

"koi! i have an extra parka in the back of my closet. just say the word and it's yours. i'm sure you'll spice it up with some cartoony patches, yeah?"

"if you find yourself in a pinch, koi– run to me. i'll provide you some cover."

cub (@fishincherrycola)

ok wait interactions aside could i as the writer just say i love how droopy cub is HFJDKGKDK

she's so sadness from inside out-coded /pos

fish put this interaction in the comments and i loved it so im gonna put it here

"cub— CUB. you're not supposed to put that in your mouth. it'll cut up your tongue and freeze it, cub. goodness."

.. context, cub was Consuming her snow

nuniq WILL question cub's choices for being into chamber but like. oh well theres nothing she can do

(same with lakan i will mention)

(or any chamber-dating oc in general. but her opinions aren't mine i encourage you all to get his french ass)

she will gladly keep him from interacting with astra he gives her the nasties lol

but since cub chooses to associate herself with chamber,,,mmm,,,, maybe she won't try to interact with her that much outside of work

sort of a silent agreement but it's a teeny bit selfish on nuniqs' part because its mostly her own motivation to keep astra safe in case chamber wants to weaponize her

aqua (@aurorasoratumbles)

similarly to tefnut, i can imagine aqua and nuniq practicing their radiants together!

i think this is a given for any water radiant oc lol

hehehe theres the little prompt of aqua and nuniq dishing the dirt on anyone in the protocol.. tfw you love your teammates but sometimes they just irk you and you HAVE to talk about them

okay though

aqua being close to chamber?

and nuniq being on good terms with aqua?

that forms a little bit of a strange triangle

nuniq can't exactly break a tight bond because of her distrust towards chamber, so in this scenario,,,, she might actually learn to *retches* trust chamber a bit

especially with how chamber genuinely seems to be a good friend towards aqua

im not sure how it would come to light exactly, but if nuniq ever found out about what aqua did to her brother? she'd sympathize so hard

she's heard many stories about how the vp's radiance costed them their normal lives and their loved ones. she's been there too, just not on this level

angsty lore aside (aqua may you find some rest gHFJDJGJ please take a nap and eat some gummy worms) nuniq thinks aqua brings a lot of value to the team

ukiyo (@melonnmiru)

any kind of radiance that involves things not immediately visible to the eye (such as astra's cosmic powers, or spiritual/otherworldly interference) catches nuniq's attention

i think nuniq does believe in a few spiritual things herself, mostly from inuit mythology

so for ukiyo to bridge the gap between the dead and the living,,,,a scary power, but an amazing one when used correctly and put in the right hands

that being said i'm not entirely sure nuniq would trust in her abilities yet

she'd rather have ukiyo train her radiance first, or keep watch on her if ever she has to go into the field

so as much as she doesn't want to, she'll be a bit strict around her

its for her safety mostly, its one thing to be given radiance– another thing to be in charge of literal spirits

chameleon (@lianecamoufle)

canonically...there might be a bit of wariness/hostility because of chameleons history as a kingdom scientist

as with all kingdom employees it will take quite a while for nuniq to trust her

especially considering chameleon hasn't shown any clear resistance to kingdom, and was only taken in after her radianite exposure

in fact, nuniq wonders if shes aware of all the atrocities kingdom has done

viper acknowledges her faults as a kingdom chemist, brim wears their symbol almost as an act of rebellion (in my headcanon at least) but chameleon hasn't shown any remorse whatsoever for what kingdom has done. either she's naive to their actions or she directly helped in them, which nuniq fears

her being childhood friends with chamber unfortunately does not help the case ,,,,,

as much as nuniq wants to trust her friendly face her gut instincts make it difficult to do so. she'll respect her as a colleague but she'll try to keep her distance

"all these processing plants. reminds me of the one that they built over my home. maybe you might know something about it, chameleon?"

"gotta say, turning invisible is a really good fallback. running is what kingdom does best, right?"

[coffeechangbeanie]

Home Reading 18+

Dilf!Chan, biker!chan, kindergarten teacher!reader

Basically Chris' daughter is in your kindergarten class, and you've been simping whenever he pulls up on his motorbike to pick her up. Plus he's tattooed because I have n e e d s ok? There's a bit of pussy slapping and dirty talk but it's pretty vanilla.

__________________________________

You were standing outside the school, making sure your kindergarten class stayed in line. As the bus pulled up to the side if the road, your kindergarten assistant took her line of bus kids to that side of the parking lot, giving you a lovely view of the parent parking lot. Especially one parent in particular. You composed yourself as you saw Mr. Bang pull up in his motorcycle, his daughter, Yuna, excitedly jumped up and down, accidentally hitting another girl. The girl starts to cry, hitting Yuna back. Hiding your annoyance, you knelt down to Yuna, "Yuna, remember, keep control of your hands." Yuna sheepishly nods. "And Suzie we know not to hit our friends back-"

"Ms. Yn?" A deep voice says behind you, interupting your teacher speech.

You turn around, standing up to see Chris.

His black leather jacket hangs off his shoulders exposing just enough of the head of his surpent tattoo on his neck for you to wonder how far the snake went down his body.

"Ah, Mr. Bang, did you get my email?"

"yes I did, where are we having this impromptu parent teacher meeting?" He says, adjusting his helmet under his arm, a much smaller, sparkly pink one tucked inside.

You see your assistant coming back up the sidewalk. "Right now if ms. Chaeyoung wouldnt mind taking over."

"of course! Go have your meeting," she says, taking your clipboard from you.

You lead the way back inside to you classroom.

The room's walls are lined with students drawings, crafts, and pictures. A whiteboard with the day's letter still up.

"Mr. Bang, today marks the 3rd week her home reading isn't done. In class she's unfocused, hyperactive, and disruptive, I'd like to work with you so we can help her succeed."

Chris rubs his eyes defeatedly, "it's been a tough few weeks, I'll get on the home reading and speak to her about her behaviour."

"thank you, Mr. Bang."

He nods, awkwardly leaving your classroom. You watch him exit the building from the window. Happily picking up Yuna and putting on her helmet for her. He carries her out the his bike as she sits atop his shoulders. You can't help but smile at the cuteness.

It had been a few weeks since your meeting with Chris about Yuna, but you couldn't get the thought of him out if your head. (Not that you could normally, but it was especially bad lately). You know you shouldn't be thinking about one if your student's parent that way but you'd never seen a ring in his finger and Yuna never talked about her mom on the "draw your family" art project...

You were out walking your dog through the playground, the late afternoon sun hanging low in the sky. You hear children giggle as they played.

"Ms. yn!" You look up to see Felix, a parent of another of your students, sitting in a park bench next to Chris. You do a double take when you catch a blush rising up his cheeks.

"Mr. Lee, Mr. Bang," you say, your dog preoccupied with a smell under the bench, "lovely evening for the park innit?"

Felix checks his watch, "speaking of, it's almost dinner time."

"tell your wife I say 'hi'" Chris calls after Felix who's helping his little girl pack up her toys.

"always do!" Felix calls back.

Chris laughs. It's such a genuine laugh, almost like a giggle.

You found yourself fascinated with the sound.

"something on my face?"

You snap out if your daze, "sorry, I just wasn't expecting your laugh to sound like that," you try to laugh away the awkwardness.

It seems to work as Chris relaxes his shoulders, loosening up. He laughs again. The sight of his crinkled eyes as he looks at you makes your heart swell.

"I know it's rather sudden," Chris inhaled sharply, "but would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow? Yuna's having a sleepover at Felix's since it's a Friday-"

"I'd love to!" You cut off his rambling.

"really!?" He asks excitedly with wide eyes.

"yeah I thought you'd never ask," you laugh, "is 7 o'clock a good time?"

"I'll see you then," he says, grinning from ear to ear.

You walk up a set of concrete steps, seeing Chris' bike on the drive as you approach the front door.

The door opens before you have a chance to raise your hand to knock.

Chris looks stunningly sifistocated in his white button up and black jeans, hair styled curly as he invites you inside. He asks to take your coat, more than happy to show off your backless red dress.

"wow," he breaths, taking in the sight.

You smile, "you don't look half bad yourself."

He has a classy dinner already laid in on his dinning room table.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find a table cloth."

"I don't mind at all," you say, smiling at Yuna's drawings etched into the wood.

Chris pulls out a chair for you, you sit down, thanking him. From this angle you have a good view into an office. You notice a stack of books and recording equipment piled on a desk

"what's the books for?" You ask.

"hm? Oh! Just my university stuff," he says, serving you.

"what are you studying?"

"music production, because I hate working so low down in the company."

You listen to him talk about his degree, how he's been studying for his finals the last few weeks, his job now and Yuna. He fills you in on all the adorable, sweet, and cheeky things his little girl has done. You see the sparkle in his eyes and can't help but reciprocate, she really is a sweet kid.

You find him fascinating in everyway. But your mind wanders a bit, he is also irresistibly sexy with his dark curls in his eyes and shirt showing a bit too much skin. The fact that you're sitting across from him now is enought to make your core wet.

"-sorry I don't mean to talk so much, I just rarely get the chance to have adult conversations, you know living with a 5 year old and what not- and here I go again rambling." He sheepishly resumes eating his dinner.

"not at all! I love listening to you!"

"really?"

"yeah," you say, a bit too breathy.

"that's good," he says staring at your lips. You hadn't realized you'd been biting your bottom one. You decide to bite the bullet instead and press your foot to his crotch. His body goes pliant in his chair for a moment before he silently puts his fork down.

He looks at you, searching your gaze before a dark lustful look comes over him.

He picks up his fork again, "the bedroom is the last room on the left hallway," he says, finishing his last bite of food.

Youve hardly processed his sentence when he speaks again.

"Did you hear me baby girl?"

You nod rapidly, standing up with weak knees going down the hallway.

You find the bedroom. You're inside for less than a second when Chris pushes you against his bedroom wall, kissing you deeply.

"How about you strip for me, let me see how much you want me." He's hardly finished his sentence when you're pulling off your clothes. You struggle to get out of your dress in your eagerness, eventually draping it over a nearby chair, kneeling on the floor, looking up eagerly at him.

"no bra," he breaths, his eyes fucking you.

Chris takes his sweet time unbuttoning his shirt. You can't help but ogle at the sight. Your eyes find the serpent, following it down his chest, the end of its tail still tucked behind his black jeans.

Chris continues the show, slowly dropping his pants and stepping out of them.

So it ends at his knee. You think to yourself.

You can see his leaking dick pressed painful hard against his underwear. Your mouth waters at the sight.

"close your mouth, darling. You'll catch flies." He grins, voice like silk.

"maybe you should close my mouth for me," you test.

He smirks, running the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip.

You take that as permission to pull his boxers down.

"you gonna be a good girl and take all my cock?" He asks smugly.

You nod, stroking his length, leaving kitten licks on his tip.

Chris groans, "feels so good, Yn."

You take his whole length into his mouth, taking him by surprise. he accidentally bucks his hips into your warm mouth.

He moans seeing you choke on his cock for a second.

Chris mumbles an apology as he rest his hand in your hair, feeling the way you bob your head up and down on his thick length.

You bask in his elicit moans, feeling smug knowing you're the one on your knees for him, not any of your co-workers or single moms. You.

He suddenly pulls your head off him. You whine in response. Chris guides you back to your feet, pulling your body against his.

"that was fun baby girl, but now it's your turn," he whispers into your neck, his hard-on dripping against your thigh.

Chris picks you up, tossing you effortlessly on the bed, he kisses down your neck to your boobs, giving each a gentle squeeze before continuing his ministrations down your body. He gives special attention to your thighs, avoiding where you want him most. You catch his drift.

"please Chris, please touch my pussy" you whine.

Chris moans, "such a dirty girl."

"please," you whine again.

Chris lightly brushes his fingers over your womanhood, just barely missing your clit.

You groan in annoyance.

"touch me harder, Chris please!"

He lands a harsh but not painful slap on your dripping cunt. You moan, gripping his bicep as a wave of pleasure hits you.

"like that, baby girl?"

You nod rapidly.

Chris kisses your pussy lips, before slapping you again, you don't have time recover when he lands a third.

Chris presses his tongue against your clit. You watch his eyes flutter closed as he eats you out like he didn't just finish dinner.

He inserts 2 fingers, making you scream in pleasure.

He pistons his fingers in and out of your soaked heat while sucking harshly on your clit.

It quickly becomes too much, you come on his fingers with a moan of his name

Chris doesn't stop, he slows down while you ride out your orgasm but picks up the pace when you start squirming.

After your third orgasm, pulls his fingers out, you whine in protest.

"I can't take it anymore," he groans, whipping a drawer open and cracking a fresh box of condoms.

You watch his fingers, still slick with your come open the wrapper.

"first time using one of these," he nervously giggles when he catches your gaze.

You take the condom from him, sliding it down his thick length. His erection twitching in your hand.

You sense the anxiety in the air.

You lay on your back, pulling him on-top.

"fuck me Chris," you moan.

He groans as he guides his dick in you.

You moan when he bottoms out.

He starts off slow, letting you feel all of his length. As he gains confidence, he quickens his pace until you're screaming his name.

He slows his thrusts just long enough to make you squirm before his hips resume pistoning in you. The pleasure knocking the wind out of you.

"feels so good, Chris," you moan, tangling a hand in his hair. Your other hand moving down his back, feeling his back muscles flex with every jerk of his hips.

"fuck Yn, I'm going to come."

You've lost the ability to speak, responding only by moaning.

You both come at the same time, feeling him relax onto you.

After a moment of heavy breathing and gentle kisses later, Chris pulls out. He throws out the condom standing up. He pulls one of his clean black tees over your exhausted form. He tucks you into bed with him.

"that was amazing, Yn, thank you."

"you're very welcome, I thoroughly enjoyed myself," you chime. Chris giggles, his thumb rubbing circles on your thigh.

You laugh, burying your head into the crook of his neck.

He wraps his arms around you as you trace his snake tattoo from his neck down to his side to his leg.

He pulls you into a gentle but passionate kiss, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders.

"can I ask a question, Chris?" You ask between kisses.

"shoot."

"what happened to Yuna's mom?"

Chris took a deep breath, you cringed at yourself for letting curiousity get the better of you.

"she was a fling in my senior year of high school, when she got pregnant and didn't want the baby, I said I'd take her. Yuna's never met her mom."

"I didn't know, I'm so sorry."

"don't be." He smiled, "I think you'd make a much better mom for her."

"really?"

"if that's what you want!" Chris rushed, realizing what he just said.

"that is what I want," you say, kissing his lips.

"does that mean you'll do her home reading for me?"

You laugh, nodding.

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Ugh I feel like this is trash lmao I tried. Ive volunteered in kindergarten before so I tried to make the dialogue work but idk if it did, I wrote this instead of sleeping. It's also been a very long time since I've written in "novel" format since I'm practicing screenplays rn oof so I'm sorry if this sucks. Please leave a comment if you enjoyed! And thank you to @lovebini for the giggling suggestion!

-Elle