#and then i thought what if the thing included a veil to cover her eyes. for no reason just to look fancy. and then. there we are.

[maulfucker]

a handful of oc concepts

[starless-nightz]

Heard you wanted to write for Donna Beneviento, I don't have a lot of ideas but maybe Donna x reader who also has a mutation on their face like her's? So she doesn't feel lonely. Srry if it's vague, I have no idea.

Donna with a S/O who also has a mutation on their face

note -> I LOVE DONNA BENEVIENTO SO MUCH AHHHHH!!!

warnings -> none.

content includes -> fuff, insecurity, idk what else to put here bro.

Donna is cautious around you at first, she has always been quiet, always felt safer in the shadows of her home with Angie by her side but when she sees your face, a similar mark of mutation like hers, theres a flicker of understanding in her eyes, for the first time, she doesn’t feel like an outsider, not with you

She isnt the type to point out someones differences, especially when she knows how much her own has affected her but she notices the way you carry yourself, the way you try to hide it, just like she does, it makes her feel closer to you, like there's an unspoken bond between you

The more time you spend together, the more Donna lets her guard down, sges used to hiding, used to covering herself with her veil, but around you, she finds herself not needing it as much, she feels safe with you, knowing you understand her pain in a way no one else ever has

She knows how cruel people can be, how judgmental they are of things they don’t understand, if anyone were to make a comment about your appearance, she would quietly step between you and them, her presence alone enough to make them back off, she doesnt need to raise her voice—Donnas quiet fury is enough to make them regret their words

Even if you dont realise it, your presence gives Donna a kind of comfort shes never had before, you’re a reminder that shes not the only one marked by something beyond her control

Donna isnt one to talk about her feelings, but sometimes, late at night when its just the two of you, she willquietly confess her fears, her insecurities, she will trace the lines of her mutation with trembling fingers, her voice barely a whisper, but you’re always there to reassure her, to remind her that she’s more than what people see on the surface

If Donna was hesitant to get close at first, Angie had no such reservations, from the moment you stepped into their home, Angie took a liking to you, calling you "Dollface" and insisting you and Donna make the perfect pair, Angies teasing, though relentless, is her way of showing love, and it always brings a rare smile to Donnas face

Donna doesnt need to hide around you, doesnt feel the need to cover her face or avoid your gaze, with you, she feels seen in a way thats gentle, without the usual pity or fear, you see her, truly see her, and that’s something she never thought she’d have

Its not perfect, and there are still moments of insecurity, of doubt but having someone by her side who understands her pain, someone who shares the same mark of mutation, makes Donna feel a little less lonely

[fraugwinska]

Dude, i had an idea out of nowhere, and in my head it's so funny for no reason ☠️☠️ So, you know that theres like, that canon drawing that Alastor made for Angel's birthday?

((https://twitter.com/HazbinHotel/status/1642135435085217793?t=U6Kzncfye-QAjtJYy8R23A&s=19) This one)

So like, imagine that is Alastor's S/o birthday, and he decided to make her a drawing like that ☠️ idk it's weirdly funny in my head

So - a few things need to be said.

1. I know that Alastor canonically likes to doodle, and ever since episode 1 we really know just how awfully funny these doodles are.

2. what I didn't know was what the hell you were talking about, so I looked it up and... my god. The snorts I snaughted, the wheezes I whoze, the cackles I cuckled. He may be a 'gentleman', he may try to behave cordial and appear classy, but Doodle-Artist-Alastor is a fucking menace, no filter and so snappy, holy shit.

3. Now, for my highly professional opinion (*cough cough*) of what would happen if you, Alastor's s/o, would get a picture like this as a birthday gift. In front of everyone.

❤️ You agreed on celebrating your birthday, as redundant as you thought it was, only under the condition that no one would buy you a gift. If they wanted to hand you a present, you wanted it to be a small, handmade thing, valuing their time and thought behind it much more than the actual thing.

❤️ Everyone would hold true to this request, and the gifts you get match the giver perfectly.

❤️ Charlie and Vaggie crafted together, handing you a bejeweled jewelry box covered in glitter glue and snippets of photos they had taken of you and the gang over the time you were guest in the hotel.

❤️ Niffty, being both skilled in sewing and the chaos gremlin she is, presents you with a abysmal looking pile of different, sewn-together fabrics. You turn and twist it in your hands, thanking her without knowing what it is, until you find a golden snap lock hidden in the masses of layers. It's a very inconvenient coin purse.

❤️ Opening Angels gift has everyone holding their breath - preparing for something phallic, kinky or lewd. instead, you squeal as you pack a crochet version of Fat Nuggets, including his stubby little horns. Angels smug expression at the sheer surprise at his very unusual (and unexpected) talent of the gang quickly turns to a sweet smile as you crush him with your hug, telling him how much you love it.

❤️ Husk's gift for you is nothing corporeal. Instead, he announces he'd teach you one of his many magic tricks he often did for your sheer delight at your many evenings at the bar. He blushes a bit when you thank him with a kiss on his cheek.

❤️ Alastor would wait to be the last one to present his gift - it's known the best is always saved for last. He hands you a large envelope. Curiously you open it, careful not to tear it, and pull out a thick sheet of paper

❤️ Five heads hang over your shoulder, five pairs of eyes widen at the sight: The paper is full of scribbled doodles, a crude, macabre looking version of yourself in the middle, around it splatters of what looks like blood, grinning faces, and scribbled words: cutie pie - talks in her sleep - MINE MINE MINE - I love Alastor (in a speech bubble over your head)

❤️ Reactions would be mixed, Charlie would find it weirdly adorable, Niffty would point out anything she likes with bashful giggles, Vaggie would be as disturbed as Husk, while Angel would make fun of it, laughing while mocking the quality of the drawing.

❤️ you however, would be torn between genuine laughter and earnest emotionality you've never received something handmade from Alastor. He'd often shower you in little tokens of care, a bouquet of flowers, a new necklace, a dress or a scarf he's seen at Rosie's. You found it not only endearing, the thought of him, dressed in his pompous attire sitting at his bureau, drawing this made your heart ache with affection.

❤️ Quietly staring at the picture, Alastor would interpret your silence as veiled ridicule, and vanish into shadows, retreating. He had failed, his gift shown to be juvenile and lacking. Sulking, he would avoid you for the rest of the evening, only returning to your shared room when night already fell and everyone was fast asleep

❤️ He would find you in deep slumber, cheeks a bit puffy and shimmering from trails of dried tears. He'd tilt his head in curiosity, wondering what would've possibly made you cry, then he sees it - his painting, clutched in your hands and pressed to your heart.

❤️ He'd hurry to change for the night, scolding himself for drawing hast conclusions - he should know you better. When he gently pulls the paper from you to set it aside, youd awake, reaching out to him, starting to apologize for not giving him an appropriate reaction.

❤️ alastor would shush you, slipping into bed with you, and give you your other, much more intimate present.

[themissinghand]

i was wondering if you could do another story with the 12th Harbinger you created "brighella" if if remember. i really liked reading the two stories about her

Genshin Impact: Oh Hydro Dragon, What is Your Wish?

Summary: In which Neuvillette discovers a new Miracle Magician in town, one who brings joy and wishes to life. He learns that humans are complex beings and that human feelings can be delightful, to the depressing.

Or, you, as Tsaritsa’s proxy, Brighella, infiltrate Fontaine for the purposes of watching over Arlecchino, but a certain Hydro Dragon appears to be more fun than you thought. 

Pairing: Neuvillette x GN! Reader

Note: Thanks for the request! Also, with the 4.2 update of the game out, how could I NOT write about it? 

Warning: A bit of angst and betrayal, after all, everything is just a play, and you are all characters of a show.

Also, spoilers for Fontaine Archon Quest!

★・・・・・・★

The Opera Epiclese glittered with splendor as noble laughter and melodies echoed through the opulent halls. 

A new talent has emerged. 

A magician, not of mere tricks but of miracles, with the power to weave dreams into reality. The people of Fontaine, including the Hydro Archon Furina herself, and Ludex Neuvillette, were charmed by this mysterious enchanter.

“Tell me what you wish for, little noble child.”  

But perhaps it was not just their show that caught Neuvillette’s attention, rather their genuine love for humans. 

“I wish for you to heal my mother’s face!” A gasp echoed throughout the room with a mix of disbelief and mockery. 

Indeed, all nobles and VIPs did not believe such a thing, but even with so much noise, Neuvillette could easily pick out what the magician whispered.

“Which one is your mother, little one?” 

When the child forcefully pulled her mother to the stage, the noble lady already had a veil to cover her face. With the rumours circulating the room, it appears that the lady was burned badly in order to save her child from a house fire. 

Due to such a bad burn and scarring, no doctor has been able to restore her original beauty. 

Neuvillette did recall such a trial occur a while back.

“Shh, Shh. Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to ask everyone to quiet down. After all, you could only witness miracles if you paid attention.” Neuvillette watched closely, curious and attentive despite Lady Furina pulling on his sleeves and excitedly waiting for a miracle.

“Madame, please repeat your child’s wish. Only the person who wishes for it, may the miracle occur.”

Thinking of nothing of it, the noble lady repeated the wish outloud. The magician slowly drag one hand from one side of her face to the other, and right before everyone’s eyes, her burn had completely disappeared. 

“W-What?” The lady touched her face with shock, then with gratitude, and broke down on the spot. 

“Mom!”

“What did you do?!” 

“That is a secret of course.” The magician out a finger on their lips.

“Thank you for helping my wife.”

Neuvillette was confused, he did not sense any use of a vision. He expected the magician to perhaps possess the powers of a dendro vision, after all, some of them could heal wounds. 

But this…he had never seen such power before. 

“Please, can I make a wish?” This gentlemen seemed like a middle-age worker, one who barely compiled enough money to enter the opera house for a show. 

“Go ahead sir.” The magician ignored the nobles and beelined for the gentlemen. 

“My house and many other homes near the sea was washed away with the large rainstorm last week, please...I wish for them to be rebuilt!” 

Once again, despite the gentlemen pleading and even tearing up for a wish, the magician smiled gently and held his hand. 

“Your wish is my command.” The magician handed him multiple unique keys, and looked at Neuvillette with a patient look. 

“If Monsieur Neuvillette could lead this gentlemen to his house safely, there would be no doubt to my credibility.” 

There was absolute confidence in their voice, and since everyone was looking at Neuvillette with such curious and pleading eyes, Neuvillette stood up. 

“Alright.” 

With a snap of fingers, Neuvillette felt the world shift underneath his feet. No, it was the shadows that engulfed a group of people to teleport them here.

In an instant, they had travelled from the center of the city, to the edge. 

As promised, those who were curious arrived at the area where houses were supposedly washed away, but instead were brand new as if a disaster has never struck. 

Neuvillette saw many people who cried at this miracle, and the gentlemen who made the wish immediately rushed into his own home to check everything.

"How? It was a wasteland just a day ago...how...you are a saint!"

When all the residents confirmed their house and nothing out of place, Neuvillette truly saw a miracle. 

An entire village built with just a wish. 

A truly great, but dangerous power. 

When Neuvillette turned to find the magician, they were already gone. 

The Miracle Magician.

A name that danced through Fontaine, and gained great popularity especially among the middle and lower class. 

Neuvillette made it a mission to find you and talk to you.

It wasn’t hard to find you.

Where there are moments of joy and wonder, the Miracle Magician will be there.

You who stood at the center of it all, made others smile and grateful for everything you’ve done.

The people loved you for your miracles and kindness, and gave back with what they can. 

Captivating outdoor performances that left Neuvillette enchanted, not just by the magic, but by the warmth and understanding that the Miracle Magician exuded.

The Miracle Magician was popular as they were desirable, for people of different status and desires approached them with good or ill intentions. 

Neuvillette was not surprised by this developments after all, he’s seen many of these human emotions in court.

Relief, gratitude, sincerity, and love. 

But also greed, envy, hatred, and distrust. 

He may not understand them well, but he can identify them.

Neuvillette was worried at first, and watched you from afar in case of any crime to occur. However, little did he know that you were just as talented as leaving the scene without a trace, and you appeared right behind him. 

“Hello, to what pleasure does the honorable Ludex Neuvillette have with me?” 

“Who are you?” Neuvillette asks, looking down at the Miracle Magician with vigilance and curiosity. 

“I am a Miracle Invoker. One who makes wishes come true.” Then with a mischievous smile, you extended a hand. 

“What is your wish, Ludex Neuvillette?”

“I do not have a wish.” The magician was stunned briefly, before they withdrew their hand. 

“That is fine too.” For some reason, the magician looked peacefully content with his answer. Sensing an unspoken initiation for conversation, the magician smiled politely at him. 

“Would you like to go on a walk? I can foresee a lot of questions from you, Monsieur Neuvillette.” He nods. 

“Follow me, perhaps our talk will be easier in a more private space.” 

Both of you went to a nearby restaurant, where the owner immediately recognized Neuvillette, and gave the two a private room. 

Little did Neuvillette know that this conversation was one of the most pleasant he’d had in decades. The magician began to share tales of distant lands, weaving narratives that spoke to the deepest corners of Neuvillette's ancient heart. 

They were naturally an entertainer, one who dramatize stories and share them as if they were in a play. Neuvillette listened for the most part, enjoying their little act.

They shared stories that sounded familiar, and ones that were foreign, regardless, he found you as good company while he drank his water. 

“Forgive me for being rude, but I haven’t gotten your name.” At the end of the two hour conversation, Neuvillette asked for this mysterious Miracle Invoker's name. 

With a polite curtsy, and a tip of their flamboyant hat, they responded with a professional smile. 

“I have no name, but if you must address me, you may deem me as a ‘Miracle’.” 

What a strange name. 

One who refers to themselves as their profession.

Neuvillette has many questions, but chooses not to ask.

As they spent more time together, the Miracle Magician became a confidant for Neuvillette. The dragon, who witnessed the passage of ages, revealed the weight of his solitary existence. 

The magician listened, offering a sympathetic ear and a comforting presence. Neuvillette, for the first time in centuries, felt understood despite his lack of expression in his feelings.

“I am not a god as you may have assumed, Monsieur Neuvillettte. I am simply an existence that is created to make wishes come true.” 

“Nonsense. Are there not requirements for a wish?” 

“The only requirement is that the person who wishes is happy.” 

“…you are lying.” A laugh, Neuvillette watches the magician break out of their polite demeanor. 

“Oh Monsieur Neuvillette, what is your wish?”

“I do not have a wish.” 

“I see. Perhaps one day you will tell me your wish.” 

One day, after a long exhausting trial, Neuvillette stepped out for a stroll. He walked and observed as humans walked past him with their own stories to tell, and their own role to play. 

A routine of his as rain fell from the sky. 

“Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don’t cry!”

But why in this black and white world, were you here?

“Monsieur Neuvillette, why are you standing in the rain alone?” You who held a colourful and flamboyant umbrella quickly shielded him from the rain. 

Startled by this unique predicament, he simply stared.

“Why…are you here?” 

“I enjoy the rain.” 

The magician smiled before extending a hand. 

“Would you like to make a wish, dear Neuvillette?”

This time, Neuvillette didn’t respond to accept or reject your offer, but instead accepted your hand and chose to walk ahead. 

Neuvillette held your hand like a gentleman, ensuring there was nothing scandalous that could occur from this action. 

But he felt his heart beating harder than before, as if he had come alive again.

“The world is beautiful, isn’t it?”

The magician suddenly says, as they take down the umbrella. Colour came back to his world as if the curtains of the stage unveiled itself.

Sun rays appear from behind the dark clouds and people rush out to see a beautiful rainbow stretching across the skies.

“The Hydro Dragon must be happy!” A little boy exclaimed as he ran around happily. 

“Monsieur Neuvillette, storms will come to pass, just as sunny days will turn to night. But what’s important is that you live now, where peace exists and people can be happy.”

The magician pulls out a blue rose from behind their back and suddenly slots it behind his ear.

With a cheeky smile, you kiss his gloved knuckles. 

“I wish for your happiness, oh Hydro Dragon.”

Neuvillette didn’t know what this feeling was, a quite foreign one for himself, but he doesn’t find it annoying or worthless. 

“Look! It’s a double rainbow!” 

As days turned to nights and nights to days, Neuvillette found himself drawn not just to the enchanting magic of the Miracle Magician but to the soul beneath the illusion. The Miracle Invoker, with genuine kindness, had become a beacon of trust and solace for Neuvillette.

So why? 

Why are you standing by the suspect’s side? 

“Stand down, dear 11th.” In an instant, the Tartaglia released his transformation. 

“Brighella?” Neuvillette heard the suspect whisper out your name, and he felt himself turning his hands into fists. 

“The Miracle Magician?! Why, why are you here?!” 

"Shh, shh," You hushed the crowd, a calming spell woven into your words. 

You stepped forward, gracefully interposing between Neuvillette and Childe. 

“What is going on?!” Lady Furina exclaimed, looking between Neuvillette and you with a bewildered expression. 

“Now, since the true guilty party has been brought forward, and even Ludex Neuvillette himself deemed my friend innocent, is there a reason for this show to proceed? Does Foutaine’s justice perhaps leave the final verdict to a machine? If so, why would we need a trial in the first place?” You put a hand to Childe’s shoulder, and the man immediately relaxed, and looked at you with a happy expression. 

You smiled, still in your new role that you’ve created for this very moment, and bowed. 

Neuvillette, sensing the unspoken authority, hesitated. 

“I wish for this trial to end peacefully, and ‘I’ to be forgotten by Fontaine.” 

Neuvillette widened his eyes and rushed towards you, but with a sly look, you stopped him with your flamboyant hat, a forcefield pushing him back. A huge tsunami burst forth in the court with water rushed around you. 

“You lied to me.”

You laughed slyly, your image as the Miracle Magician he’d always known slowly faded away.  

“Who are you?” Neuvillette felt a sense of loss and grief, and even for a moment doubted himself and his ability to properly “judge” humans emotions.

“Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don’t cry.” A hand reached out to wipe under his eye, your voice was the same, though you had a mocking expression on your face. 

“Oh Hydro Dragon, what is your wish?”

A portal appeared behind you, with Tartaglia pulling on your coat tail to signal you to leave. 

“I wish-” You put a finger to his lips.

“To think I’d see such an expression on Chief Justice, the Hydro Dragon Sovereign himself…” A smirk rose to your face, paining him even more.

“That is what it means to be human.”

In an instant, the two vanished, leaving behind a bewildered courtroom. Neuvillette felt a headache, but when he turned around, Lady Furina was already leading the court with her dramatics. 

And just as you wished, the “Miracle Magician” was no more, just as how Tartaglia was never part of the trial in the first place. 

The Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale still revealed the verdict as guilty, just not to Tartaglia, but to the true guilty party.

Neuvillette picked up your hat, and held it tightly in his hands. 

The next few days, it was raining harder than usual with Neuvillette’s figure disappeared completely from the public. 

He watched every moment he spent with you in the rain, and the joy you brought to the people. He regretted not making a wish. 

Now, no one in Fontaine knew you, and only he and Lady Furina recalled such a name. 

"Brighella."

Neuvillette hoped to find you again, even if you were a lie.

Just like your name, you appeared like a “Miracle”, and disappeared like one too.

[midn1ghtdreamer]

Azriel X Reader

Day Full of Love

Two hours. That’s how much time was left before you and Azriel were finally united forever. You couldn’t hide your feelings from your loving mate everytime you thought of it, unconsciously sending waves of love down the bond.

He was everything that you could’ve asked for. He might not see it himself, but you do. You knew he deserved happiness, even if he didn’t accept it. That’s what you intended to prove to him today.

Not only were you getting married to your mate, but you also had a small gift for him. You didn’t tell anyone about your surprise. Not even Mor, who was currently trying to peek into the small gift bag. “You know I can see you, right?”

She backed away hastily, hands up in surrender, “I was just making sure you didn’t leave any of your jewelry. Can’t have you missing anything.” You scoffed rolling your eyes. Mor couldn’t mind her business for the life of her. It was her ongoing curiosity that made you and Azriel reveal the truth about being mates. You both tried to hide it from your family, attempting to get used to the bond yourselves first, but thanks to her things didn’t go to plan.

“Sure…,” you murmured watching her out of the corner of your eye. You brushed out your uncooperative hair, growing frustrated with time. Feyre came to assist you, pulling your hair into an up do style, while you proceeded to put in earrings while looking out the window.

The wedding took place during sunset and at the moment the sun was barely over the horizon. Everything outside was set up, as far as you could tell from the window at least. The white banisters were hung high and the tables were covered with a cobalt blue table cloth. The chairs had small accents of silver and blue and the aisle…

The isle that you were going to walk down within the next few minutes was shimmering in the last rays of sunset. You couldn’t wait to see the way that Azriel would look at you as you walked down the aisle. The way he would take in the dress as it flowed around you. the way his eyes would connect with yours, sending his love and adoration down the bond you shared.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realize Feyre calling to you. her hands on your shoulders was what brought you back to reality. “Are you alright?” She asked softly. You nodded telling her that you were just thinking as she went to pick up your dress. You could see the understanding in her eyes at your words. “I was nervous before Rhys and I did the ceremony—“

“You mean the ceremony that I wan’t invited to,” Mor shouted from across the room. You couldn’t but laugh at the slightly guilty look of Feyre’s face. You were still upset about not being invited to her ceremony as well, but you didn’t let it show like Mor did.

She helped you step into your dress, responding with, “The situation was different back then, Mor, but I’ll make sure we include you next time we have a big event.”

“Me too,” you added, turning so she could zip up your gown. Thankfully you and Azriel didn’t have to worry about the threat of a war during this big moment. You couldn’t imagine how hard it was for Feyre and Rhys at that time.

You quickly grabbed the gift bag and left Feyre put on your veil. “I’ll make sure to invite you too.”

Mor, nudged Feyre’s shoulder, “You better.” She handed you the bouquet, “Now then let’s get this wedding started.”

********************

Azriel loved his brothers, no doubt about that, but at this current moment he wanted to erase them from the Night Court. Cassian spent the past twenty minutes crying over Azriel finally getting married, while Rhys recounted the time after his mating ceremony.

“He’s finally getting hitched, Rhys, can you believe it,” Cassian cried, slapping Azriel on the back causing his wings to flare. He sighed in irritation, all hopes of finally buttoning up his shirt lost.

There were only five minutes left. Five minutes and he still wasn’t fully dressed. Not that you would mind seeing him walk down the isle without a shirt.

Rhys could tell that Azriel was frustrated from the way his shadows frantically whipped around that room. Each dark wisp coming back to tell him where everything he needed was: the rings on the dresser and his shoes near the bed.

“Sit,” Rhys said, signaling at a chair. Azriel rushed over not caring about what his brother was trying to do. His attention was on his shirt that he still hasn’t finished fixing the buttons on. He was so focused on the item of clothing that he didn’t notice Cassian holding his shoes out to him or Rhys’s hands in his hair.

Azriel took his shoes, bending down to lace them. He pushed Rhy’s away every time he reached for his shoulder. “Do you ant me to finish your hair or not Az.”

Azriel’s head snapped up, “What?”

“Your hair.” Rhys handed him a mirror to look at the nest of hair on his head. Azriel cursed and promptly sat back. He couldn’t remember the last time Rhys had touched his hair. He used to do it five hundred years ago when they were kids, but eventually stopped after a while. The only person that touched the black hair on Azriel’s head now was you.

“There. What are we thinking?” Azriel inspected his hair throughly. You wouldn’t care what his hair looked like regardless, but he still wanted to make sure it looked perfect for you.

“I think we should add glitter,” Cassian suggested. “The girls at the camp told me that glitter makes everything look better.”

“Absolutely not,” Azriel deadpanned. Thinking about the small girls that he trained at the camp. As much as he adored them, he would not be adding any type of shimmer into his locks.

Rhys placed his hands on his brothers shoulders. “It’s time for you to get married.”

******************

Azriel’s eyes didn’t leave you as you made your way down the aisle. You had to stop yourself from running up to him when you first saw him. He was absolutely glowing in the last rays of the sunset. You could see the reddish brown membrane of his wings as you continued to step towards him, nearly crumpling under his gaze.

He looked at you in all the ways you imagined and more. His eyes completely devoured you and you could see the desire in his eyes more as you stood on the platform with him. “Hello beautiful,” he whispered, wrapping his arm around your waist. You wanted to kiss him badly at that moment, but you would have to save that for the end of the ceremony.

Rings were exchanged and white fabric was wrapped around your wrists to symbolize the band before you heard the words you had been waiting for. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Azriel swept you off your feet, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. It was unlike any kind of kiss he had given you before. His lips pressed against yours, telling you everything that he felt in that moment. You felt his love, his desperation, and his need all in one. The cheers in the background made you push Azriel’s chest. No matter how tempting it was at the moment, you didn’t want to give your entire family a show.

You were beaming as you listen to the cheers from Feyre, Cassian, Rhys, and, to your surprise, some claps from Amren.

The night continues with drinks, food, and plenty of congratulations. It was hard to get a private moment with your husband. You only managed to pull him away when everyone was dancing together, celebrating the new union in the family.

“I got you gift,” you said, handing him the small bag. You were nervous, very nervous. What would he say when he saw what was in the bag? How would he react? You couldn’t stop these thoughts from rushing though your head as you mate looked at you curiously.

“You didn’t have to get me anything love.”

“I know, but this is very special to me and I wanted to share it with you.”

“Just know I’m going to get you something in return.” You rolled your eyes at your husbands antics. He would never let you surprise him without repaying the favor.

You watched as he pulled a small cloth out of the bag. He squinted his eyes in suspicion, unfolding the item. “Is this what I think it is?” His eyes scanned the onesie in his hands. You nodded softly, tears brimming your eyes. Azriel enveloped you in his arms whispering into your hair, “When did you find out, beautiful?”

“Two months ago,” you said, burying your head into his neck.

He kissed you temple, “So this is why you wanted to move the wedding up.”

You nodded, at a lost for words. You remembered talking to Azriel about your plans to move the wedding up. When he asked you why you claimed it was because you couldn’t wait to get married to him. You could see the suspicion on his face, but that was the quickest thing you could come up with. Keeping secrets from the shadowsinger was a hard thing to do.

You sat there in Azriels arms for a while, the commotion around you disappearing. “Should we tell them too?” You asked, knowing how happy your family would be to hear the news.

“Not yet. I want to keep this a secret for a little while longer. Plus,” he turned to look at the rest of your family clinging their glasses together, “I think there’s been enough excitement for one day.”

[alex-is-weird-666]

Dee x Fem!Reader (Metal Family)

♥️Chapter 6♥️

  "Why did you have to say that Y/nnnn..."

  "Quit whining Heavy," Dee said.

  Y/n just walked up the stair with them, each step made her wish she could sink deeper into the floor. The outburst earlier had created a fit of giggles from the lady she now knows as "Vicky". And let out a chuckle from both men, her uncle and "Glam". With that humiliation, she was now forced to hang out with the boys in their room. (Preferably Dee's as it was cleaner said Mr. Glam)

  She had also learned the boys' names were Dee and Heavy.

  She then noticed that the boys stopped in front of a door. Heavy turned around and let out a crooked smile as he pointed toward the door.

  "Dee's room is connected to mine so we first have to enter through mine to get to his!"

  Y/n shyly smiled as she peered from the corner of her eyes. Dee seemed to be observing her but had not reacted to her. She wondered if his mouth was still injured from the other day.

  "Come on in!" Heavy gleefully said as he entered the room.

  To Y/n's surprise, his room didn't smell (Unlike him) and also was pretty clean except for the mess of clothes piled up in random spots.

  As Heavy led her to another doorway Dee stepped in front of Heavy to block him.

  "Who said I gave you permission to enter my room?"

  "Hey, dad said that he preferred us to take Y/n to your room!"

  As they argued, Y/n peered over into Dee's room.

  "Oh is that a Hellsing poster."

  Both boys stopped, Heavy turned around with a frown on his face.

  "You watch anime?" He questions.

  "Yes, actually I have some Attack on Titan figures back at home," Y/n said as she smiled brightly. Heavy stuck out his tongue before stating, "Anime is childish!"

  Y/n frowned as Dee sighed and stepped aside welcoming Y/n into his room. Hiding her curiosity she entered his room and admired some anime figures and posters he had.  

  "Oh, you're a fan of Death Note and Attack on Titan?"

  "Yes."

  "Who's your favorite character in Death Not-"

  Suddenly someone cut into their conversation, "Nerd talkkkk" Heavy shouted.

  "I'll rather be a nerd than be a dumbass," Y/n replied with a deadpanned look.  

  "Hey, I'm not a dumbass!"

  She then turned to continue the conversation with Dee as it seemed he wasn't in a bad mood. For an hour they spoke about their shared interest as well as about each other. She had then learned that his favorite character in Death Note was Ryuk, how he just liked how makeup looked on him and had no particular reason to wear it, and his favorite bands included the Black veil brides.

 "Y/n c'mon let's go play a video game!" Heavy loudly whined. Y/n chuckled as she stood up from Dee's bed and stretched. "Might as well"

  Heavy cheered before sticking his tongue out at Dee who just grumbled. Heavy then grabbed Y/n's hand dragging her away. Y/n looked behind her curious to see what Dee was gonna do when she noticed him pull out his phone and message someone intently. All she could see before being dragged away from his room was the profile picture of the person he was messaging.

  It looked like a scary cat.

  "What do you wanna play!"

  Snapping back to what she was about to do, she glanced over at Heavy before letting out a devious smile.

  "How about a horror game?"

  "What...?" Heavy gulped.

  Through the conversation with Dee, she had learned quite a few things about Heavy including his dislike for horror...

  "Oh sorry, it might be a bit too scary for you..."

  "Nothing scares me! Except for mom of course..."

  "Great then let's play!"

  Eventually, she and Heavy chose a game and started playing. She took Heavy's offer of chips and calmly ate them as she watched Heavy jump for every scare in the game. Glancing over at Heavy a few thoughts wandered into her mind. Is this what it's like to have a younger brother?

  Hearing some movement from Dee's doorway she glanced over to see Dee walk into the room to watch them play.

  "AAAAAH SHIT!"

  Heavy shouted as he jumped up and dropped his remote to cover his eyes.

  "Is it still there."

  "Pfft-"

  He peeked through his finger and saw Y/n and Dee holding in their laughter. Y/n looked away trying to cover the obvious amusement she was displaying.

  "Hey, at least I don't watch my little pony" Heavy shot at Dee.

  "Hey, I don't watch that stuff!"

  "PFFT HAHAHAHA..."

  They both looked over at Y/n who was rolling on the bed with laughter.

  Then both boys heard a silent laughter coming from the doorway. There stood Y/n's uncle ready to burst out in laughter had he had to witness both scenes.

   "C'mon Y/n it's time to go."

  "Coming!" Y/n said wiping her tear before following her uncle.

  "Bye guys see you at school!" She waved.

  "Bye Y/n!" Heavy shouted letting out a contagious smile and Dee just silently rose his hand to wave her off. Even with that slight gesture, Y/n could still see that slight smile lingering on his lips as she turned to follow her uncle.

  Leaving the house after bidding farewell to Mr. Glam and Ms. Vicky, her uncle hopped onto his motorbike and placed his helmet on his head. Y/n hopped behind her uncle and put on her helmet. Uncle Jack swiftly turned his head towards her, "See it wasn't that bad...though those boys were...interesting..."

  "Yeah...interesting..."

  "I mean who knows one of them might be your future husband and you just don't know it yet." Her uncle said winking at her while chuckling.

  "U-uncle!" Y/n stuttered as she felt her ears heat up a bit.

  "Aww, c'mon you can't take a joke?"

  "You know I hate those jokes..."

  "You're right."

  Still, Y/n couldn't help but take one last look at the spooky house. I wouldn't mind coming back here again...

[dendroaspis-viridis]

Study Break

Emmrich has a bad habit of overworking, something Katareth is all too eager to help him break.

Rating: E (18+) (this is just smut, y'all)

AO3

It was technically a rest day for the Mourn Watchers, though they both insisted on waking up with everyone else to get an early start on their work. After seeing the others off, the couple migrated to Katareth’s study, finding it to be the quietest space in the Lighthouse. Manfred was organizing manuscripts in Emmrich’s den, and Gustav, Kat’s skeletal horse, was occupied exploring the grounds surrounding their base with Assan, leaving her cozy office empty.

The coffee table was covered in all manner of annotated books, hastily-scrawled notes, and a pot of tea that had long since cooled. They’d been collaborating on a paper regarding the Veil’s current instability and its effects on summoned spirits for several hours, evidenced by the cramp the qunari was massaging out of her neck.

Leaning back in her armchair, she looked over to her long-time coworker turned lover with a fond smirk. Their relationship was a relatively recent thing, only coming about a few months ago following a rather embarrassing incident for all involved (and a particularly meddlesome dwarf), but she found them to be some of the most fulfilling months of her life. They continued to maintain the friendship they’d cultivated for the past two decades, though now there was an added romantic zeal that Katareth found exhilarating.

She’d engaged in strictly physical encounters with people here and there to relieve stress, though her overwhelmingly timid nature had her ushering people out the door as soon as each of their needs had been met. Emmrich was her first real relationship since she’d joined the Mortalitasi, and the first one she’d ever had where she didn’t feel like the object of someone’s fetish. He’d been ceaselessly patient with her thus far as she navigated the novel waters of domesticity including communicating feelings, non-sexual intimacy, and the most foreign concept of all: sharing the same bed with someone after sex.

She watched as he sighed, rubbing his eyes as he collected his teacup.

Stifling a yawn, Kat suggested, “Why don’t we take a break? We’ve been at this since seven.” A glance to the clock on the wall informed her that it was well past midday – at least back in Thedas. Time seemed to pass differently in the Fade. “I think we’ve earned it?”

Taking a sip and grimacing at the unpleasant chill, he smoothed down his moustache as he returned the cup to its saucer, eyes scouring the table for a specific scrap of parchment. “Mmm, I don’t know… We’ve barely touched on the spirits’ increasingly volatile behaviors.”

As much as Kat loved him, the necromancer had a self-destructive habit of eschewing basic care like food or rest when he was focused on a project, something she’d been gently trying to help him break over the years.

A devilish thought popped into Katareth’s head. Oh. That might work…

Mulling it over as her partner found the paper he’d been searching for and read it for what must’ve been the fifteenth time that morning, she rose to put her idea into action.

“Then let me convince you.” Kat stepped around the table, stopping at Emmrich’s knees before crawling onto his lap, straddling his thighs, and perching her hands on the back of the loveseat behind him, effectively trapping the human under her. With his view of their workspace now obstructed, Emmrich had no choice but to look up, meeting her salacious gaze.

He gave a surprised little “Oh!” when she seated herself, followed by a lower “Oh…” when he understood the explicit nature of her suggestion. A conspiratorial grin deepened the creases that framed his face.

Setting the parchment aside, he ran his hands along her thighs before untucking her shirt. Katareth jolted slightly when she felt cold fingers graze along the small of her back, circling the little dimples that sat just under her belt. The reaper crowded him further by leaning down to pepper his face with kisses. His cheeks, his jawline, his temples, everywhere except where Emmrich wanted her most.

Giving her hips a gentle grind, Kat purred into his ear when she felt his muscles tense under her and carefully-manicured nails dug into her waist, “Now, consider us in much the same position on my bed. No distractions, no clothes. Just the two of us... what do you think?”

He took a steadying breath before responding, “Truth be told, I’m finding thinking quite difficult right now.” The measured grind of her hips over his stirring member combined with the delicate licks and kisses she was placing just under his ear left his mind with little room to consider her proposal. “Though I concede that a break would be nice…”

Pulling back to meet him with a smolder, she teased, “I’m glad you could see reason.”

Kat dismounted, extending a hand to help pull him up into an embrace. She unbuttoned his waistcoat and high-collared shirt, shucking both and draping them across the back of the loveseat. He mirrored her actions, slipping the buttons of her tailored blouse through eyelets and unlacing her brassiere. The qunari took Emmrich’s hands in hers, pulling the smaller Watcher towards the doorframe of her bedroom with a wink.

The pair made it just inside the doorway when Katareth pinned the necromancer to the wall, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

It was an absolute cacophony of sensations for Emmrich. The cool brick scratching against his back was in direct opposition to his lover’s plush, warm breasts pressing against his chest. And while they exchanged panted breaths, Katareth lifted him, guiding his legs to wrap around her waist. From his new vantage point, Emmrich could only watch as Kat leaned in to ravage the elegant column of his neck.

Taking his Adam’s apple between her teeth, sharp canines scraped across the delicate skin, leaving red streaks in their wake. Katareth reveled in the throaty moan of her name she felt rumble up through his neck, littering it with more nips and sucks.

Delicate hands came up behind her to fumble with the leather strip holding her hair in a loose bun. Untying it and discarding the leather at her feet, Emmrich ran his fingers through her snowy hair before taking a handful in a gentle fist, guiding her lips back up to his.

With their mouths occupied, Kat tightened her grip on his thighs to carry him over to her bed, setting the elder Watcher down gently on evergreen sheets before removing the rest of her clothes, prompting him to do the same.

Now fully nude, she ushered Emmrich towards the center of her bed. “Scoot back, I’ll need some room.”

When he complied, Katareth began her ascent, crawling up him like a predator on the prowl, and he was her all too willing prey. She stopped at his thighs, folding her legs under her so her pelvis rested just past his knees, gold eyes on his still semi-flaccid penis.

“S-Sorry, I- ah!” His attempted apology was cut off when she wrapped her warm hands around his cock. Kat held the pliant shaft in one hand, and eased his foreskin back with the other to thumb a shimmery bead of precum across his flushed head.

“Do I look like I mind?” She husked, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his lips. She slowly flicked her wrist, smirking at the full body shudder that worked through him as she swallowed down his whine.

One of his hands grasped onto a grey thigh, the other cupping the back of Katareth’s head to hold her there, playing with the wispy hairs at her nape. His eyes were screwed shut, focusing on the sensation of her calloused hands gliding up and down, twisting along his cock.

The qunari adjusted her grip on his stiffening member, interlacing her fingers to rub the battle-roughened pads of her thumbs along the underside of his cock, paying special attention to the sensitive spot just under his glans.

She worked him in earnest, enthralled in feeling the way his length slowly began to swell under her thorough touch.

“Please, Katareth... I want to feel you around me,” Emmrich panted, resting his forehead against hers.

“I am around you,” She reminded him coquettishly, tightening her grip on his stiff erection to emphasize her point.

“Maker,” he gasped. “You know what I mean... Your – your core – your heat…  don't make me be crass, please,” the necromancer begged, finally opening his eyes to look directly at her. He could be so sensual and articulate when he was taking the lead, but was endearingly bashful when it came to engaging in any kind of dirty talk.

Showing her lover mercy, she gave his length one last stroke before maneuvering herself to straddle his narrow pelvis. Pressing his shoulders, Kat followed his descent to drape herself over him, supporting the majority of her weight on a muscular forearm above his head.

“Ready?” Her free hand took hold of his cock, lining it up with her entrance.

“Yes, please…” Long fingers dug into the soft meat of the reaper's hips, encouraging her down.

Needing no further coaxing, Katareth eased herself down, sighing as his erection parted her glistening folds. Their collective groans of pleasure echoed off the stone walls of her bedroom when she fully sheathed him in her warmth, wiggling her hips slightly to better accommodate him.

“Kadan...” she whispered, cradling his face in a large hand and brushing her thumb along his cheek. When she gently rocked, Kat dipped her tongue between Emmrich's lips, savoring the faint flavor of tea.

Their lovemaking began tenderly, both Mourn Watchers leisurely tasting and touching each other, accented by the delicious squeeze of the qunari's velvety heat around her human lover on a lazy upstroke.

She hummed into his mouth when cool fingers ghosted along a pointed ear, running soft fingertips along the outer edge where it was most sensitive. When the necromancer pinched at the sharp tip, he wasn’t prepared for the surprised clenching of her core, meeting her hum with a gasp.

His other hand trailed up from her hips, feeling her pace pick up ever so slightly when he scratched across the well-muscled planes of her back from waist to nape. He repeated the motion several times, matching the timing of his reaper's thrusts and steadily working her up into a fervor under his ministrations.

Katareth pressed her body into him more firmly, the added stimulation of her pierced nipples dragging against his angular body drawing occasional sighs. She loved the intimacy of it all. Loved knowing the panted exhalations of her name were for her ears only, and that the thrusts and jerks Emmrich was fucking up into her greedy core were for their mutual ecstasy.

The hand that'd been stroking his face gripped at the bedsheets as her thrusts grew more vigorous, caging Emmrich under the larger Watcher. The soft tap tap tap of the headboard against the wall was easily drowned out by the pair’s blissful cries and the wet slap of Kat's hips coming down to meet Emmrich's as she picked up momentum.

Adjusting the angle of her hips, Kat wailed a stuttered ‘E-Emmrich!’ into the side of his neck when his erection stroked against a sweet spot. She lost herself to the exquisite drag of his cock within her sensitive core, her hot breaths puffing across his shoulder. The intensity of her thrusts increased still, and some barely-functioning corner of Emmrich's mind noted that the taps from before had grown to solid thumps with each snap of her hips.

“Em, I'm close – fuck, I’m so close…” she panted into his ear. Her rocking lost its rhythm, devolving into stuttered lurches as she neared her peak. The fevered pitch of her shuddered breaths rose as she nosed along his pulse point.

“So – hah – so am I,” Emmrich struggled to for coherent words, basking in the absolutely decadent grind of her plush walls around his throbbing cock. “Just a little more – just like that!” He encouraged, grabbing at her hips to help push and pull her along himself.

Grinding her clit down into his pubic bone was the last little bit of stimulation she needed, tumbling over the edge with a long, keening whine as she bit down into the taut muscle that connected his neck to shoulder, rocking her hips to draw out her euphoria.

Emmrich soon followed with a deep, guttural groan, unable to hold back when the powerful muscles of her core squeeze and pulse around his cock. Feeling the rush of his orgasm paint her inner walls, Katareth released his neck, capturing his lips in a frantic, sloppy kiss, riding him through the aftershocks.

As their ecstasy abated, Katareth’s hips eventually stilled. Catching her breath, she rolled off the human with a groan, stretching her legs and easing them to a more neutral position before turning to Emmrich. She ran her blunt nails through the grey, wiry hairs of his chest, watching it rise and fall as he, too, came down from his high.

“If this is your new method for getting me to take more breaks, I may have to start pulling all-nighters again…” he huffed breathlessly, meeting her exhausted gaze.

“Don’t you dare, Emmrich Volkarin.” She pressed a chaste kiss into his cheek, taunting, “I might not be so nice, next time…”

He brought a hand to his neck, gently prodding at the tender bruises she’d bit and sucked into him, giving her a playfully incredulous look. “Heart, if this was ‘nice’, I’m not entirely sure I’d survive ‘mean’ with my throat intact.”

“I can’t help that your neck’s just so biteable, now, can I?” The qunari defended bashfully. “Besides, you always wear those high-collared shirts, so it’s not as if anyone would see...”

Rolling to lay his head on her shoulder, Emmrich quietly laughed as he replied, “Thank the Maker for small mercies, I suppose…”

[jioohyo]

SISTER, MY SISTER. + AVATAR: BLOOD SISTER

synopsis. the hundredth visit to saeyla weighs heavily on all, including the lost utuvom. still, mēing refuses to save herself, saeyla preached the final plea to her: keep your eyes open. hopefully.

jioohyo note. short and easy chapter to make things clear!! no 5000+ words to kill your brain cells- i have to save the best for last 🤷🏾‍♀️ idk if anyone wants to be in the taglist for the next chapter but lmk if you guys want to be apart of itt!

genre & warnings. straight up angst, mentions of the dead.

Days were completed to play hard, it was almost like a battle for Mēing. The soft rustle of the tree's leaves seemed to echo her sorrow, as if the forest itself mourned the loss of her dear sister. Saeyla.

"Will this work?" The Utuvom pore over to the young sage warrior, Neytiri. It was clear that she was prudent. "I won't answer that question no more. You can't question the Great Mother's creation, ma' sista." In that firm response, Mēing inhaled so deeply for her lungs to be tightened from the building up grief in her soul.

The queue being present to bond, it reached out to clasped with the glowing, fiber-optic-like tendrils, the tree's whispers grew louder, a gentle hum filling the air. Mēing wasn't on a drug nevertheless she felt so high, so free, the twitch of her pointy ears gave a visual aid of her soul being in glee.

The truth couldn't be just an illusion, could it? Yet, despite receiving answers time and again, Mēing's fear persisted. She had a habit of ignoring the truth, refusing to listen, even when it stared at her straight in the face.

The boundaries between herself and mother nature began to blur. She seated herself in the pulse of the forest, its rhythms and rhymes, its joys and sorrows. The tree's wisdom flows into her like a flowing stream of pure water, carrying the knowledge and memories of the people. The tree is gentle, guiding her, comforting her, and empowering her. It was time to keep her eyes wide open.

So strange yet a selcouth presence materialized before Mēing. The companion that comforted had been vanished, the vision has begun, the only relief is to see the past tsakïrem in a glowing foliage while innocently soaking her hand into the moonlit river.

That was when their glowing lime eyes met, a gaze of relief and profound connection. The Utuvom's eyes swelled up with tears, brimming with emotion, yet not a drop fell onto her cheek. "Ma' sister," she whispered, her voice trembling. She embraced the spirit, and it felt like a warm embrace enveloping her soul, a sense of homecoming and long-awaited reunion.

As they held each other, the forest around them seemed to come alive, again. The irenic trees leaning in as if to witness the tender moment.

The Utuvom felt like the same old youth again, just needing her sister's guide once more. The spirit's gentle whisper echoed in her mind, "Sister, I am home," and the Utuvom knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

With their hands still clasped together, they gently lowered themselves onto the soft moss covering the ground. Meing's voice was laced with remorse as she confessed, "Saeyla, I feel the guilt, it's still there. I never dreamt myself to be alone."

Saeyla's sigh was a gentle whisper of frustration, her words falling on deaf ears. It was as if a veil of ignorance shrouded Mēing's mind, refusing to let the truth penetrate.

"Mēing, why do you keep tearing your soul apart? Do you not feel my presence with you?" Saeyla's thoughts were laced with concern, but Mēing's only response was a defeated bowing of her head, her naivety still evident in her interactions with her older sister.

"I will always be with you, no matter what darkness you may face."

"You're not. You don't learn with me anymore, you don't help me harvest and laugh at the stupid mistakes I made. It's just... I don't understand." Meing clenched her jaw, her soul now being in presence of frustration. She was still grieving.

Saeyla just stared in a blank expression seeing the Utuvom still struggle for answers. She just brought her in an embrace, allowing her for the last time to cut out the nonsense. "It's like a cycle, Mēing... Being fleshly there, doesn't mean I am not with you anymore."

She continued, "Our bond goes beyond home. I will always be with you, in the mind, in the people, in your heart."

The embrace has ended with both souls being doleful, Saeyla stood up along with Mēing, her hands lifting her up to her feet. Interlocked hands once more, "My days are over now and it's your time to rise." Saeyla stated, and she looked staid.

"You are divine since birth, you are the chosen of the Great Mother. Show them all."

With all that being said, every negatively was put down to ashes, to be put down below Mēing's feet. In the blink of an eye, a glimmer of Saeyla's soul began to uprise, hitting Mēing's soul back to reality.

This was now the beginning the wake up call, Saeyla's preaches were over and it was time for Mēing to show her people who she truly is.

Just then, Neytiri appeared by a single touch on her shoulder, "Well?" her gentle voice woke Mēing in the small trance. The forest floor, illuminated by the soft glow of the tree, seemed to come alive, as if the spirit of the natural world comforted Meing's grieving heart.

"She's everywhere."

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED! layout . . . © jioohyo. please do not republish nor translate my content, thank you!

[regallibellbright]

I didn’t think of myself as a huge Sonic the Hedgehog fan growing up - we had the Advance games and played some of the Gamecube and DS ones, though Bro and I weren’t particularly good at any of them, and we watched Sonic X when it was on, but Sonic wasn’t a franchise I’d say I was particularly invested in until I got into the IDW comics (and to a lesser extent the Archie ones, since I haven’t actively read them yet but HAVE seen recaps) through Thanks Ken Penders back in 2020.

However, since I grew up in that post-Adventure era, even if I wasn’t ACTIVELY invested in Sonic and the lore, I did KNOW it. And so I’m always surprised to realize people DON’T know that the edgy black and red rival hedgehog who once had his own game where he had a gun has a canonical backstory in which he was the best friend/adoptive sibling to a terminally ill young girl (her age is never specified in the games but at oldest she’s in her midteens), the granddaughter of the scientist who created him (with the hope of somehow curing her We’re Not Calling It AIDS But It’s AIDS,) and also Dr. Eggman’s cousin. This ends when a thinly-veiled analog to the US military invades the space station he grew up on and murders everyone on it, including said terminally ill young girl, and Shadow only survives because Maria managed to put him in an escape pod where he’d stay in suspended animation for 50 years… after he sees her gunned down in front of him. Eggman and Maria’s grandfather/Shadow’s creator survives the initial massacre so the military unit can use his research, but he tampers with Shadow’s memory and builds a doomsday device in an attempt for revenge, and is ultimately executed. There’s a cutscene in SA2 where we see him just before this occurs. It’s EXACTLY as fucked up as you think. And yes, of course there are cutscenes where we see Maria’s death. Across multiple games, even. I have never played Sonic Adventure 2 but I have seen Maria gunned down plural times.

Which I admit, sounds wild when I put it that way. But because Shadow was a major recurring character and the games I played were in the “we brought him back now let’s give him a purpose” era, his backstory was always brought up and so I always just… consider this common knowledge. Like, yeah, of course one of the most popular characters in the franchise has a backstory involving the military executing all his family. This is in fact why he’s so popular. Everyone likes his edginess and also the genuine tragedy there, and his ultimate choice to be a hero so he can fulfill Maria’s dying wish that he protect the planet she always wanted to see.

So when the Sonic fanbase all LOST OUR COLLECTIVE SHIT at Shadow’s post-credits teaser in the second movie and realized all the pieces are in play for them to accurately adapt his backstory and Adventure 2, it was a genuine shocker to realize that tons of people just… aren’t familiar with the fact that what we’re pushing for, and why a lot of people thought they WOULDN’T go there, is Paramount signing off on a movie that is VEHEMENTLY anti-military and features a terminally ill child gunned down by them before our eyes. They’d better! Like, sorry Maria, I love AUs where you live and get to be more than the Sweet Saintly Dead Girl, but narratively you 1000% have to die. They’ve set things up for this. The Olive Garden guy shares a name and role with a character in the games who’s canonically a survivor of the same event. They have to go here.

Oh, and Sonic gets arrested in the opening sequence to cover for Shadow waking up and escaping their containment, because they can’t find Shadow so let’s blame a hedgehog we CAN find. This doesn’t work and results in one of the most beloved and iconic sequences in the franchise, to the point where I will genuinely think less of everyone involved’s competence if they DON’T in some way bring City Escape into the early marketing for Sonic 3. Like, it is that obvious a choice. Open your first trailer with the shot of him jumping off the helicopter with his makeshift snowboard and the guitar riff and you have guaranteed ticket sales. (Actually USE the song in the trailer and you’ve guaranteed more, the lack of Sonic music in the first two has been a glaring thing and Adventure 2 has two of the most iconic vocal numbers in the series.) I’ve never even played Adventure 2 and I know this. But the flip side of this is that if you DON’T allow this movie to actively criticize the military, you are therefore going to miss several of the most iconic moments of the game you are in some way adapting… and said game is one of the most beloved of the franchise, particularly on the story front. It’s great. I love that we’re here. I love that this apparently WASN’T common enough knowledge that Paramount could be lured into Shadow being staged in to the point that if they go back now, it’s CLEAR the writers and director wanted to go there and weren’t allowed to. And I am LOVING that people are finding this out NOW and then joining us in our “Do it Paramount, don’t be cowards” urging. Welcome to Sonic the Hedgehog! Our lore is weird but delightful.

[merakimay]

You will always be more attractive when you don’t adhere to complete hijab

Yesterday, I went to an amusement park with my siblings. It was the first time I had wore trousers in 2 years. My mum said to wear them because if our skirts went up people would see under them on the rides, it’s safer and more comfortable. I obviously was against this. She knows that I literally don’t even own trousers and I said I’d be fine wearing a skirt as I planned. She told me she’d make me stay home and I seriously didn’t wanna miss out so I complied with her demands. I wore an open abaya with baggy jeans and a long sleeve top underneath. Allah is my witness when I say this, but I have never seen myself look so much more appealing to the eye when I dressed less modestly as I did. As I look the in the mirrors I felt a soar of happiness rather than the familiar twinge of sadness of how plain I looked when I covered my entire body. The open abaya wouldn’t stay closed at all which worried me because of how immodest I was dressed underneath, so I was stuck with tucking it in my waist band and holding it closed with my fingertips all day. The amusement park is a 3hr drive from where I live so we took a coach. When I got to the coach, I was so ashamed to see that many girls even from the age of 11 was wearing a Jilbaab and that myself wasn’t the only one but I was the only few dressed the way I was. I normally don’t wear Jilbaab because my parents do not like it much, but I always wear abayas/ long jumpers and skirts. I feel quite insecure in it at times but it has never stopped me from wearing it despite the type of feelings I harbour for it. I didn’t feel a slight discomfort about the way I looked all day yesterday for the first time in a long time. I normally do because of how plain I look when I dress modestly. Also, I recently recovered for my depression so the light from my eyes is only starting to come back but it’s not yet visible to the naked eye. My lack of sleep and eating issues caused a lot of problems that affected my skin so I’m stuck with the aftermath. A lot of people have said I look fine but that my eye area is noticeably different. It reminds me of how people use to look at me before I knew what adhering to full hijab was. How happy I use to be to see my reflection supringsly in my spoon or the tap and be content that I looked nice. AllahummaBarik the same girls who came on the trip yesterday also attended a girls only Eid party with us a while ago. Those same girls arrived wearing Jilbaab and changed into abayas for the party where the rest came much more dressed up including me. They were right to do this because there was men in the room doing management and maintenance work when I had arrived early. Also, when I had got ready I never would have thought that my mother would park so far away and would make us walk looking the way we did. She saw no issues because we were all fully covered despite my face not being veiled and there were men gawking at us because she decide to park next to a garage. It’s always easier when your family is at the same wavelength as you to follow your religion. This is why when I was younger, I sought to get married but getting older I find myself jaded about the idea of marriage.

May الله make things easier for us

[infernalrevenge]

Hey I saw requests were open and was wondering if you could do house dimitrescu plus donna if that's ok reaction to you know that things guys do where they lean on a door way and flex their muscles

Ohohoho anon, I love the idea of buff and strong reader always (part of the reason why I personally started working out, because I want to be the strong buff one HAHAHA). I'm not sure if you meant for this to be male reader, but I just wrote it as if it was gender neutral :P Hope that's okay!

-------------

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina is fairly muscular herself (like have you seen the outline of her arms in her dress??? I'm getting warm just thinking about them) so she knows what it takes to have such a physique.

She would regard your gesture in silent appreciation, if not with a smirk curled on the corner of her lips. Whether you meant to show off like that or not, she very much enjoyed the view either way.

She might even throw a teasing wink your way, stopping you in your tracks and whatever train of thought you were going with.

Taking notice of this, she would simply ask you to go on, but not changing her demeanor or the way she looked at you like she was ready to devour every inch of your body -- not quite in the literal sense that she was accustomed to, though.

Good luck trying to get through the rest of this conversation. It would take a lot more than a bit of flexing to make The Alcina Dimitrescu blush. Either way, you got a very positive response.

Bela Dimitrescu

It's usually difficult to frazzle or fluster Bela in any way -- she was trained to take things in stride and with grace, almost always knowing what to say for any particular situation. Nothing can get past her.

Except seeing you rest your hands on top of a door frame and subconsciously flexing your triceps, apparently. Which uhhhhh... does a number on her.

You could pretty much pinpoint the second when her brain starts to devolve to mush -- first with her widened eyes, then she eventually starts tripping up her words because she's not sure what to focus on anymore. What even are words anymore?

It wasn't like she hadn't taken notice of your physique before this moment -- she had made her appreciation quite clear in the past (especially in the bedroom.) But the sudden casual display of it somehow got to her, and it got her good.

Teasing her about it will just make her deny the reaction, shaking her head as she tries to take control of the conversation and steer it to something else. Don't worry, she'll still show exactly how much she loves your body beyond this moment.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra is a bit of a straight shooter when it comes to showing her attraction to someone else (only when she knows they reciprocate though) so she would have no qualms about showing how much she loved the "subtle" display.

Even if you weren't looking at her, you could practically feel her gaze roaming all over your body, dragging on in specific areas. If you were, she would lock eyes with you and make her intentions abundantly clear -- how much she wanted you right then and there.

In all honesty, it would also just be part of a ploy to fluster you and catch you off guard. She did so love the effect she had on you, just as much as she enjoyed the view.

She'd even start wolf-whistling and calling you a "sexy hunk" out in the open, not quite caring if anyone was around to hear her shout such provocative compliments. If it got the message across that you were hers, then that was just an added bonus. Seeing you start to flush red was yet another bonus too.

Depending on the situation, she might even take it as a challenge and start flexing on you herself, in no way shy to display her strength and physicality. Considering how competitive she can be, this should be no surprise.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela was no stranger to the art of flirtation, being the "resident heartbreaker" (as she liked to call herself.) She usually picked up on overt signals of the like that went her way, though her response varied depending on who it was.

Whether you showed off to her on purpose or not, because it was you, she just starts... blabbering. Non-stop. If you thought she had little to no filter with her words to begin with, you're dead wrong because she can go even further.

She starts commenting on everything she can see, including you, but you can barely understand her as she's talking at a thousand words a minute. You think you hear something about how toned and defined your muscles are and then suddenly she's talking about the cobwebs in the ceiling which could mean there are spiders but also wow you must really work out a lot, can you lift her, can you lift HER MOM--

Basically she starts short-circuiting a little. Daniela.exe has not stopped responding, in fact it's taking up a lot more space than you expected.

The quickest way to help her regain her bearings is to reach out and take her hand, maybe give a little kiss for good measure. A blush and a giggle later, she'll be sure to shower you with compliments (and a request to carry her bridal-style.)

Donna Beneviento

Because of the way Donna is, it's a little difficult for you to parse if she's caught "speechless" by something. She's already a woman of few words to begin with.

She's lucky she has her veil on practically 24/7, so you won't quite see how red and hot under the collar she had gotten seeing your muscles on display like that.

What she probably hadn't taken into account was Angie's presence, because as much as she was her own entity, she was also connected to the dollmaker in almost every sense. The result? Plenty of thirst comments thrown your way.

"OHH-WEE DONNA, YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO PICK 'EM! LUCKY YOU FOR HAVING FRONT ROW SEATS TO THIS GUN SHOW, HUH? TAKE THAT SHIRT OFF AND SHOW US WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF, YOU STUD!"

Too little too late when Donna tries to cover Angie's mouth to keep her from saying any more, pretty much indicative of how true those outbursts are. Her face is burning by this point, and as calmly as she could she tries to excuse herself and leave your vicinity. But not without a final shout of "YOU'RE HOT" from that mischievous little doll.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Draw your swords

Summary: In order to keep Ravka intact, general Kirgan, the Darkling, must marry. Needless to say, he’s not happy about it, but neither is his bride.

Warnings: indicating smut, slight angst

============================

Standing at the altar, wearing his black kefta, the Darkling grinds his teeth at the closed door at the end of it.

Any moment now, the door will open and his bride will appear as an angel in white. Except, the Darkling preferred to think of her as devil incarnate.

Although her beauty is without faults, her mind is sharp and her tongue can be sweeter than honey, Y/N Y/L/N is everything the Darkling hates.

She's entitled, bratty, arguably manipulative and downright cruel. She's all that and more, at least to him. But the one thing he cannot forgive her for is her lineage. As a daughter of a man he sought to destroy, Y/N became general Zlatan’s bargaining chip.

“You must marry her and she must be included in all decisions concerning Ravka on my behalf, or we will declare independence.”

General Zlatan gave the emperor no room to argue on the matter, forcing the marriage onto them. As the emperor had no male descendants to marry off, the next in line was general Kirigan. And while the Darkling fought the emperor on this instance, he was given no choice – either marry Zlatan’s daughter or someone else will be ascending as a leader of the Second army.

"Is it too late to run?" Ivan turns to Kirigan and Fedyor with a breathless chuckle, earning a dirty look from the official Y/N insisted marries them. She caved on the Palace setting, but no one could bend her will on who it is that seals their marriage contract.

"You promised." Fedyor reminds him and Kirigan closes his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Maybe some promises are best broken. She'll be the death of Ravka." Licking his lips, the Darkling glances at the door as a faint noise is heard on the other side of the door.

‘Of me’, he thinks to himself, ‘She’ll be the death of me.’

“She is Zlatan’s daughter with no special powers”, Ivan scoffs, “What could she possibly do?”

"I'll make her just as unhappy as I am now. She's never going to love me and I most certainly will never love her," the Darkling huffs, straightening his back as his eyes narrow at the door. “Unhappy women are always dangerous.” He pauses, pursing his lips, “Even if they are just human.”

"You said this is a business deal, so think of it as such." Ivan raises an eyebrow, wondering why is love even on Kirigan’s mind. In all his time serving his general, Ivan never heard the word pass his lips before now.

"I will”, the Darkling rolls his tongue, focusing on Ivan and Fedyor again. "Tell me you’d fight with me to preserve Ravka if I walk away."

"Do whatever you want, but you better be fast because your bride is coming", Fedyor nods toward the grand opening of the grandiose door, revealing a vision in white and the veil covering her face.

"Fuck", the Darkling mutters under his breath, his heart jumping at the sight.

He watched her walk, his nerves gnawing away at him and all he could think about is why his heart is beating so fast. Why would he be nervous? She should be the one drowning in nerves instead of walking so confidently. Why is she not afraid of him?

Folding his shaky hands behind his back, the Darkling could have sworn every step she took closer made his heart drop further in his chest. It was only a matter of time before he had nothing left but to accept his destiny and take an ordinary woman such as Y/N as his bride. Oddly enough, he found comfort in her mortality. She would die eventually and he’ll be free of her. If she angers him or her father stirs up trouble, he’d make sure he’ll be free much sooner.

Finally in front of him, Y/N holds her breath as the Darkling reluctantly pulls the veil up, revealing her face.

When she first met him, it was on a field of scattered, mangled bodies. He looked at the sky like a man would look at a withered flower in which he no longer sees the beauty he plucked it for, thus destroying it.

And when he looked at her, Y/N forgot to breathe.

There are no traces of doubt, no evidence this isn't the happiest day of her life. If anything, the Darkling is in awe of her and her ability to maintain composure without showing the slightest inkling of her disdain for him. He’s looking for a weakness, studying her in order to find something, anything he could use to make her submit to him, but she’s not flinching. Her stare is unyielding, fierce, and she is unbowed, like a rose in the eye of a hurricane.

"You should have worn the white kefta. Black is for funerals", she notes, her voice low and cold and the Darkling can't help but scoff.

“Black is my color. Besides”, he leans in, pressing his lips against her cheek before whispering, "It is a funeral."

While the crowd whispered and awed over the little exchange, Y/N's lips twitched into a brief smile. Reaching out for his hand, she tilts her head to her left, hiding her face with the veil as she scowls at him.

The ceremony begins, but neither the Darkling nor Y/N can truly focus on a single word said. Y/N is busy wondering what she could do best to make his life hell. This isn’t exactly what she had in mind for her future either and being exchanged like a broodmare to delay a war is unforgivable. She couldn’t forgive her father for giving her over to a known monster, nor could she forgive her seconds-to-be husband.

He is cruel, manipulative, a beast hidden under a handsome built and he may be appealing to the eye, but she can feel he’s rotten inside.

The Darkling’s eyes are fixed on her, examining every single inch of her rather small sized body. Though her curves are undeniable, her height would leave him with a craned neck and back pain in the future. Inhaling sharply, he tried to understand why his thoughts of all the things he hates about her include ripping that wedding dress straight off her. She looks far too appealing in a dress for him to ignore and it sparks a fire to further fuel the flames of hate he’s tended to.

Either way, quicker than imagined, the Darkling found himself saying "I do", forcing a smile that matched the one she displayed. Unlike his cold smile that didn't reach his eyes, Y/N was capable of making her smile believable, enough for him to envy her acting skills.

"You may kiss the bride."

Licking his lips, Kirigan's eyes flicker to Y/N's lips. He never kissed her before, the human who perfectly portrayed an ice queen. It would be a lie if he said kissing her never crossed his mind, but it didn't feel like he'd willingly do so even if he had a chance. He didn’t desire her at all. He refused to allow himself as much.

Y/N glanced at the crowd, seeing their little whispers about how long Kirigan is taking and how they pity her for marrying someone like him – a dark shadow, an abomination even in their world.

She felt a shuddered breath pass her lips as Kirigan leaned into her, torturously slow and the worst part? He smells good, intoxicating kind of good. And whether she liked it or not, her heart fluttered as his lips grazed hers and his hand cupped her cheek.

The Darkling's heart quivered, his mind overflowing with frustration. He couldn't comply and kiss her wholeheartedly, but he found himself wanting to turn her over, to have his way with her.

She's infuriating, unlawfully cocky and unjustly stunning. No wonder hell is where most mankind would go considering the beauty of its tempting demons that poise as naïve angels.

Snapping out of the daze, she pulls back first, whispering against his lips. "Hope you enjoyed it, because it will be the last time you’ll ever taste my lips in your lifetime."

Blinking slow, the Darkling smirked, genuinely entertained. "We will see about that", and he took her words as a personal challenge. 

He would melt the ice queen and have her on her knees, begging for his love before the year is done. He will demean Zlatan by turning his own daughter against him and he will do so with pleasure.

Part two

[kyovtani]

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 – 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟐)

— pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader

— genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN

— word count: 9.6k

— warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation and dumbification, dacryphilia, praising, spitting, (soft) dom!kyou, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dry humping, unprotected sex (dont do that kids), impreg kink, iwaoi say hi-

— (A/N: and here’s part two! thank you SO much for all the love you sent my way after i published the first part. ngl i was a little nervous bc i thought it was boring and not interesting at all but you guys easily pushed me out of that hole so thank you for everything. i love and appreciate you with my whole heart. all the love, zade xx)

[ part one ]

— summary: after fucking up, you make it your mission to get him back..(im so bad at this pls just- okay.)

"He's not picking up, Hana", you say, another soft cry falling from your lips before you bury your face in your pillow.

“Once in my fucking life a guy treats me good and the way I've always wanted to be treated and I had to fuck it up. Why the fuck am I like this, Hana? Why can I not enjoy one fucking good thing in my fucking mediocre life", the profanities keep coming just like the tears and the amount of frustration and anger rushing through your veins is nowhere near normal anymore.

"Calm down, love", Hana sighs and makes you sit up so she can look into your tear stained face as she tries her best to make sure her words actually find their way to your pain clouded mind, "at this point you shouldn't worry too much because you do know Kyoutani, don't you? He does lose his temper a lot, so give him the time he needs and then you'll show up at his doorstep, suck his cock and make up with him, yeah?", she explains calmly.

"If this hurts you so much, why the fuck did you even say he's just a friend, Y/N? I really don't understand", Hana mumbles and lets out another sigh, her hands caressing yours softly, managing to calm you down a little bit.

“You're right, I should just– give him some time and things will eventually fall into place", you reply after crying a little more and with an encouraging smile your best friend nods at you before she suggests a movie marathon to which you happily agree.

At least something to distract you from all the demons inside your head.

After changing into your pj's and doing your night time routine, you plop down onto the couch next to your bestie again, her eyes focused on the phone in her hand and knowing she's probably either sexting or inviting her new boyfriend has you shrugging at her lack of attention as you start looking for a good movie to begin the night with.

However, just when you're about to read the description of some kind of french rom-com, Hana puts her phone back into her lap and starts staring at you with her pretty eyes widened in shock.

"What's wrong?", you ask and turn to look at her, reaching for her hands but before you even get the chance to touch her, Hana unlocks her phone and holds it up for you to watch someone's instagram story.

The video begins with loud music, a crowd full of young college students whose faces definitely are familiar.

Everyone in the video is dancing, making out, smoking and just chatting in a random living room and every now and then there's someone yelling in the back – a typical college party.

However, just as the video is about to end, the camera shifts to a tall male leaning against the wall, obviously standing really close to the person who's filming and it takes you a full blown thirty seconds to realize who said male is.

Kyoutani Kentarou.

You stare at the phone for another minute, your throat dry and your head empty as a thick veil of tears slowly starts blurring your sight before you finally decide to pay attention to the username.

"He can't be fucking serious", you hiss, fisting the blanket beneath you, the urge to punch something or someone becoming unbearable, "what the fuck is he doing at a random college party with – Sora?"

"Y/N, don't–", "Whose party is that?", you interrupt your best friend, not giving a single fuck about her attempts to calm you down; not anymore. Hana gulps harshly and strictly avoids your gaze as she mumbles a name and you roll your eyes, asking her to speak up with an annoyed sigh.

"It's one of Yuuji’s frat parties", and as soon as your best friend says the name of your ex-boyfriend, a cold shiver of disgust runs down your spine and you can feel yourself getting lightheaded from all the emotions rushing through your overwhelmed body.

"Don't follow me if you're going to stop me from leaving, Hana", you say and stand up before quickly disappearing inside your room.

You have no idea how you manage to get dressed, your outfit consisting of a pair of jeans and a hoodie you can't even remember buying and you don't even wanna think about what your hair and face look like when you end up leaving the house with your keys and your phone.

After driving this route for over two years on an almost daily basis, it takes you less than ten minutes to arrive in front of the huge house your ex-boyfriend lives in.

The memories start finding their way back into your head way too fast, taking away your breath and numbing your whole body because even if you didn’t love Yuuji anymore, the bitter feeling of betrayal still manages to hit you in just the right way.

It takes you a lot of willpower to actually approach the house and eventually get in. And after being in between the crowds of drunk, stinky college students, you remember why you hate college parties so much.

"I – Wow”, a familiar voice manages to break through the loud music, your instant reaction just an annoyed eye roll, “you were the last person I expected to see at one of our frat parties", Yuuji says and comes to stand in front of you.

His blonde hair messily falling into his handsome face and from the way his whole face seems to be covered in the deepest shade of red – including his eyes – you know that he's probably higher than the stars and you can't help but sigh.

"I'm not here to party, Yuuji", you hiss, feeling the anger crawl up your spine again the longer you look at your ex, "my boyfriend is here and I have to talk to him."

"So you and that tattooed guy are actually a thing? Didn't think so since he, you know – showed up with another girl", Terushima mumbles and pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Yuuji", you spit back and roll your eyes, taking in the way the pretty boy arches his brows up in pure shock at your rather new attitude, "go and get high or whatever you do to feel proud of yourself", are the last words you say to him before you walk away, your heart thrumming inside your throat.

Your eyes roam the huge crowd, desperately searching for the only face you wanna look at right now and you try to remember where they were standing in the video Sora had posted only to realize that you can't remember.

After all you only watched the video once, your whole attention laying on Kyoutani. And after almost fifteen minutes, you find yourself slowly giving up.

Maybe this was just not meant to happen or maybe Kyoutani has left already.

He probably left with Sora- something you can’t and won’t ever blame him for.

After all she's literally one of the prettiest and hottest girls you have ever seen – anyone who rejects her would be out of their mind (or not attracted to girls which isn't the case when it comes to Kyoutani).

You give it another ten minutes of desperately looking around before you let out a deep sigh which gets lost in the loudness and thick air of the party before you finally start making your way back to the front door.

You quickly walk back to your car, trying your best to ignore everyone around you, especially all the drunk guys who are currently about to get into a verbal fight over something totally random and the last thing you want to experience those threats becoming reality.

At some point you're scared they might even include you which is probably why you end up literally sprinting and even though you always park so far away from frat houses just because you've heard way too many stories of people getting their cars stolen during parties, but right now you just wished you would have listened to your gut feeling and parked in front of the fraternity like every normal person.

However, to your life long luck, you spot a tall figure standing a little too close to your vehicle just as you’re about to unlock it. You slow down your movements almost instantly upon seeing the stranger, yet your eyes still try to figure out if it's someone you know despite the darkness surrounding the two of you.

He has probably spotted you by now, after all you're still panting like crazy from speed walking down to where your car is and it takes you a full minute to realize how loud you're actually being.

"Y/N", the male suddenly says, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and even though it could have been everyone, it sounds a tad bit too familiar to your ears which is probably why you end up approaching him slowly.

"It's me, Kyoutani", he adds and at the same moment the words leave his lips, you finally recognize his pretty features which seem extra beautiful underneath the bright moonlight.

And then realization hits you.

"How did you know–", "Hana called me and asked if I could make sure you got home even if I didn't want to talk to you. So, here I am. Get in the car so I can tell her I did my part of the job", he interrupts you quickly, obviously not having the intention to interact with you and the way his usually so tender-filled eyes and calming voice are nothing but ice-cold has a thick veil of tears blurring your sight.

Never ever did you think about the moment, where Kyoutani puts the cold mask on he loved to hide behind when he had first looked at you all those weeks ago.

And the longer he avoids your gaze, the heavier the burden on your chest becomes.

"I'm sorry, Tani", you whisper, your voice breaking at the end, easily giving away how much his cold demeanor has gotten to you.

“Of course you're not just a friend to me and I d-don't know why I introduced you like that, everything happened so quickly and I – panicked. It's not an excuse and does not justify my behavior but I just wanted you to know that you've always been more than just a friend to me", you continue, managing to keep talking upon realizing that Kyoutani won't interrupt you and the way he even listens to you with his eyes looking everywhere but yours is absolutely enough for you.

"What am I to you then, Y/N? Am I the guy you're casually fucking? Your booty call? Am I your second choice? Like what the fuck do you expect me to say? I know we never put a label to – this", he starts pointing at you and then himself, "but you knew I was serious about it, about you. So, I just don't understand why you would even think about considering me a friend. I told you that I am not one for that friends with benefits kinda shit and you agreed yet you did this and now I can't help but be convinced you just used me to get that Yuuji fucker.”

Kyoutani is angry and he doesn't even try to hide it as he spits out those words, the ones he’s probably been dying to say out loud for the past few days and you know he has every right to actually be mad at you, his words still hit you in a way you didn't expect them to.

"I'd never do that to you, Kentarou; I'd never use you like that, please believe me", you say quickly, a little surprised you're even able to form proper sentences.

“You m-mean so much to me and I just don't know how to put it into words. My heart hurt so much when I watched you type your number into Sora's phone but the demons in my head, they just kept talking over my heart and – I'm just really sorry, Kyou, I really am", you sigh and after realizing that he's not going to look at you, you finally manage to shift your gaze away from his pretty face.

"Go home, Y/N. It's been a long day for both of us and I think some more distance will help me get my mind straight", Kyoutani replies after a long, torturous beat of silence lingering in the cold air and even if it wasn’t the reply you had hoped to hear, you're glad he's at least not completely ending it.

"Okay b-but at least let me drive you home?", you ask softly, wiping away the few tears which had managed to escape and when you look up at the beautiful faced male in front of you, his eyes meet you for the first time since what feels like forever and you feel yourself melting away.

"I don't think that's a good idea, pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, the soft pet name sending your mind into the sweetest haze of comfort just like that, "it's only been a few days but I am craving your touch and I just know I'm going to lose it and fuck you against the next best surface if we get into that car together, so I have to decline this offer", he adds and takes another step back, his lips stretching into a tiny smile and you can’t deny how much his words have you gotten you worked up, but you have no choice but to nod.

"Have a good night, baby", Kyoutani sighs and deep down you're hoping for a kiss, after all it's been way too long since you got to feel close to him but instead, he just lifts his hand up and starts waving at you and just as he is about to turn around, you find yourself reaching for his wrist. The fear and despair inside of you making you a little too brave for your personal liking but you know you can't just let him walk away like that.

"Please, Tani- Kyoutani", you whisper and let out a soft sigh of relief when he turns around to face you again, "I won't try anything, I just want to spend a little bit more time with you."

Kyoutani takes a deep breath, his dark eyes roaming your face and wandering down your body and even though it feels like he's literally devouring you alive, you enjoy his burning gazes regardless, a hidden part inside of you even craving them.

A solid minute passes by before he lets out a sigh and gives you a nod, his plump lips pressed into a thin line.

It takes you another deep breath and a couple of seconds to actually calm yourself down from the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through within the time span of an hour and as you sit there in your car, inhaling the cold air of the night, your mind starts replaying everything that went down, starting from the day you met Kyoutani, to your first and most recent kiss, as well as the encounter with Sora and your deep anger towards Yuuji.

The drive to Kyoutani's apartment passes by in a blur, way too fast for your liking and you can't help but pout when you pull up in front of the huge building, knowing very well that this will be the last interaction with the handsome tattoo artist for the upcoming few days and you can already feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He's been awfully quiet, not like you actually said anything but Kyoutani's silence was intense, boring into your soul and actually suffocating you to a point where the urge to just jump out of the car became overwhelming.

You know he's probably going through everything just like you, yet the feeling that his thoughts are more on the negative side just won't leave you alone and you hate the way your assumptions are being confirmed as soon as Kyoutani turns to look at you.

"I – love you, Y/N", he suddenly says, his voice soft and calm, yet still deep and the way it's filled with tenderness and the sweetest bit of longing makes the effect of those magical words even heavier.

Your lips part in shock, your head having a difficult time actually processing his confession and you can feel your whole body going into a standby mode.

"But you're not good for me."

You remember the way your heart broke into thousands of pieces when you found out the alleged love of your life was cheating on you without even batting an eye.

The pain was so intense and heavy, you didn't know how to deal with it and at some point you were convinced that your heart had stopped beating for a solid minute. It was bad, left you speechless and threw you into a hole of darkness you barely managed to escape from, yet still leaving you grateful for the experience.

You thought your first heartbreak would be able to prepare you for what's to come in the future, but what you went through as soon as those words had fallen past Kyoutani’s lips, can't be compared to anything you've ever felt before.

Your heart starts clenching as his words keep replaying inside of your head and your throat so is going absolutely dry from your desperate attempts to gasp for air as the feeling of being suffocated comes back.

Everything around you seems to disappear, your eyes still focused on Kyoutani's intense gaze as the feeling of emptiness starts filling up your whole body.

You easily lose track of time, your heart beat so slow and heavy and when the wave of reality crashes you yet again, an almost inaudible sob falls past your lips.

"B-But...", you can't get yourself to speak, the words getting stuck in your throat and soft cries the only thing filling the inside of your car.

And yet, there are so many things you want to tell him, so many things rushing through your mind at the highest speed, almost impossible to grasp them and actually put them into proper sentences.

"You have too much control over me. I lost myself trying to fit into the picture of a lover you need and deserve. But – I am not who I used to be anymore”, Kyoutani explains, nervously rubbing the sides of his pierced node with his thumb as he avoids looking in your direction at all costs.

“I am scared of losing what's obviously not mine. You make me feel weak and vulnerable and I just can't deal with it. You've become the center of my world, and I can't control how much it affects me. How much you affect me and – I hate it", he continued, his voice is still incredibly calm, yet a bittersweet tone of fear coating every single one of his words.

"B-But...", yet again, the whole of your vocabulary seems vanished, not one word to say as the knot in your throat tightens even further.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I thought I could do it but – I am not meant to love and you deserve to be loved in the most special way possible”, he takes another quick break, letting out a sigh of exhaustion, “and that's why I'm letting you go. Please, don't hate me. Take care and – goodbye, my love.”

Those are his last words before he presses his lips against your forehead, making your head spin like crazy because of the contrast of his heartbreaking words and his soft kiss.

Kyoutani leaves without saying another word. He doesn't even look back once as he walks away and enters the apartment building, while you can't stop staring at the door with hot tears streaming down your cheeks and loud sobs filling the suffocating air surrounding you.

There you are, yet again.

Your eyes staring into the dark night as your body tries to cope with the intensity of pain you've thought you had overcome.

The constant breaking of your heart starts numbing every part of your body and you slowly start losing yourself in this certain kind of darkness.

Seconds turn into minutes and without even realizing, a whole hour has gone by with you staring into nothing.

Your mind plays games with you as it keeps replaying his words, his behavior, his kiss and the feeling of slowly but certainly going insane as you get out of the car a little too fast.

You tumble back, the sudden coldness hitting you right in the face and the mental as well as physical exhaustion has your body trembling.

And then it hits you.

The wave of anger, wrath, frustration and hatred literally wakes you up, pulls you back into reality and ends up taking over you completely.

Your eyes find the huge apartment building Kyoutani lives in, staring at it as if you could set it on fire and you know what you're about to do is a bad idea but your body acts before your mind can even get the chance to intervene.

And that's how you find yourself almost brutality slamming your fist against Kyoutani's door, your heart hammering against your rib cage way too fast for it to be still physically healthy and ten thousand different thoughts rushing through your chaotic mind.

"What the fuck is going – Y/N", Kyoutani looks at you with his pretty eyes slightly widened in shock, his lips parting as he struggles to keep his eyes on you and a disgusting feeling of shame and embarrassment starts filling you up.

You know this is pathetic, you are aware of how stupid you look standing in front of him like this but you just can't get yourself to actually care about it.

"Y/N, please don't-", "No, I listened to what you had to say and now I'm going to talk and you're going to listen to me. Before that I am not going anywhere because I deserve this", you cut him off, hands balled into fists as you try to stay calm but the more you think about his words in the car, the angrier you get.

"I–", Kyoutani sighs, his eyes nervously roaming your face and upon noticing the way you seem to shiver from the cold and your lack of clothing, he lets his conscience get the best of him, "alright, come in then.”

You follow him inside, the familiar scent of vanilla and Kyoutani's favorite febreeze scent filling your nose and you hate the way how comfortable you are.

After all you've been spending quite some time in this apartment; visiting him after your classes so he could bury his face between your legs and then offer you some homemade food, followed by a good old ghibli movie and lots of cuddles has become some kind of routine.

Oh, how you hate him for ruining all of those memories.

"Do you want something to drink? You're probably freezing", he offers, his voice filled with concern and you know he is right and you'd definitely give everything for a cup of tea and maybe some water, you still shove all of your body’s basic needs into the very back of your head and try to regain your composure.

"I – you – we", you take a deep breath, your mind struggling to put all of those racing thoughts into some kind of order, yet failing miserably.

But there's so much you want to say to him; so many things you want him to hear and now that you are actually standing in front of him, your body betrays you.

"You're a fucking coward, Kyoutani Kentarou", is the first thing you finally manage to let out, "and I hate you for leaving me like this. I fucking hate you.”

Deep down, you hate yourself for saying those words; the choice of words and the incredible heaviness they come with are usually not your way of expressing yourself yet you're not regretting them.

You don't know how this night is going to end, maybe this will be the last time you get to see Kyoutani or he'll eventually fuck you into oblivion and you finally end up together; but nevertheless you want your words to hurt him; you want them to wake him up just like his did to you.

"How dare you confess your love to me and tell me I basically ruined your life in the same breath when you're the one who's fucking all of this – us up. Yes, I’ve made a mistake and I've been regretting my choice of words for the past four days, even came to the point where I accepted your distance and decided to let go because I know how much my words hurt you. But us ending like this? Definitely not going to happen", Kyoutani stares at you with his pretty eyes focusing you attentively, barely blinking, not moving at all; he’s just listening to you.

"I just – don't understand how you can be this oblivious."

"Oblivious? Oblivious to what?", he asks, his voice a little deeper and raspier, sending goosebumps straight dow your spine as if your body needed to remind you the effect he has on you.

"Oblivious to everything. This is what love does to people, Kentarou. Of course you're going to feel weak and vulnerable because of me - because of the one you love. After all the point of being loved and loving someone else is showing those vulnerabilities and weakness to the person you trust the most because you know, or at least you hope, they won't take advantage of it.”

You take a deep breath, your mind slowing down as you ease yourself into his calming embrace and subconsciously losing yourself in the comfort it comes with.

“I'm yours. I've been yours since the very first day and we both know this, that's why you are so scared of losing me. And that's why my words hurt you so much”, you can tell that he’s already processing your words as much as he can; his habit of scratching the back of his head giving him away easily.

"You said you've lost yourself trying to fit into this picture of someone who I deserve but – you are the one who created that picture in the first place. Just because my first boyfriend was an alleged goody two shoes doesn't mean that you have to be like that too. Fuck that", you hiss, the thought of Kyoutani changing even the slightest bit about himself sending jolts of anger through your veins, "I don't care if you dropped out of college or that you have tattoos and piercings and bleach blonde hair. None of that matters to me because it's you, your kind heart and your pure soul I fell in love with.”

And suddenly - you can feel the burden on your shoulders disappear when those certain words leave your lips and the second Kyoutani raises his eyebrows in slight surprise before he locks eyes with you again has another breath of fresh air run through your suffocated lungs.

"Yes, I'm in love with you, Kyoutani Kentarou. Believe it or not, but for me, you're perfect just like this, with all your tiny habits and every single tattoo. There's nothing I'd change about you and I'm genuinely, truly sorry if I ever made you feel like you needed to change for me. You're a great guy and I guess that's why I ran back here after sitting in that car, crying for an hour because I couldn't stop thinking about the way you confessed your love to me”, you feel the thick veil of tears appear before they manage to block your sight, making the pretty face in front of you turn into bourry little pixels as your emotions overwhelm you.

“And yes, you are meant to be loved; maybe not meant to be loved by me but you deserve to be loved, do you hear me?"

You go up to him, closing some of the distance between the two of you before your finger darts out and poke his strong chest, trying to ease the tension after letting go of all those thoughts, "you deserve to love and to be loved because you're a good person. And I just – wanted to thank you for letting me into your life. Meeting you, getting to know the beautiful person you are has been one of the best things that has happened to me and I will cherish these memories forever."

And with those words you take a deep breath, let out another sigh, goving away your acceptance of defeat before you lift your head and prepare yourself to say your last goodbye no matter how painful it is.

"Take care, Kyoutani Kentarou and thank you, for everything", the words fall past your lips in the form of a whisper solely because you're too scared to break if you raised your volume just slightly.

You turn around and feel the first tear find its way down your cheek before you even get to walk away.

And just as you wrap your fingers around the doorknob, the sound of rushed footsteps approaching you makes you halt your movements.

"D-Don't go", Kyoutani suddenly says, his voice breaking when he comes to stand behind you, so close you can actually feel the warmth he's radiating, "I need you...so bad", he whispers into your ear, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck and it's like everything that happened tonight becomes irrelevant.

You turn around, not expecting Kyoutani to push you against the door with his whole body, yet still embracing him as much as you can.

With a soft sob, you start inhaling his unique scent, grazing his soft skin with your fingers and letting the warmth blossom inside of your chest after feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palm.

"Don't leave me, please", he cries, the tears running down his flushed cheeks despite his desperate attempts of holding back, "let's do this whole love thing.”

You stand there for what feels like an eternity, just hugging each other, taking in each other's presence and calming down from everything that has happened in such a short time. You finally calm down completely, Kyoutani's soft touches and tiny kisses give you the last bit of energy you needed and for the first time in almost three months, there's not one demon in your head trying to make you overthink something.

Because this feels perfect; there's literally no other word to describe the feeling of holding Kyoutani Kentarou and being held by him.

But nevertheless, you've been on a constant adrenaline rush for the past four hours and the exhaustion has been killing you, making you grow tired a lot faster than usual.

"What about moving this to your room, hm? I'd rather fall asleep with you in your bed than against the door; especially because I know the boys are out and will be coming home soon", you say softly, lifting Kyoutani's head from the crook of your neck and looking at him.

He sighs and gives you a soft kiss, giving you a nod in response before he gets himself to let go of you; his warmth leaving with him and it's almost disgusting how you literally crave his presence.

After Kyoutani makes you drink two glasses of water to avoid the dehydration of your body, he hands you one of his thick hoodies and leaves you to get ready in his bathroom.

You come back to the sight of him sitting against the headboard of his king sized bed, his oversized shirt revealing the perfect amount of collarbones and you enjoy the sight of his pretty skin and the dark lines covering most of it as well as the way his sweats hug his strong thighs in the best way possible.

And as you watch his eyes lazily roam your body, a hot jolt of arousal finds its way through your veins and right to your cunt.

"Don't look at me like that, sweet girl", Kyoutani suddenly groans and cocks his head to the side, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he gulps harshly; his eyes never once leaving yours.

"B-But Tani...", you reply, approaching him with tiny steps become you come to stand right next to his tall figure, feeling yourself growing needier because of the way your body is craving his touch now more than ever.

“Baby…”, he replies and gulps harshly, knowing your body better than yourself after weeks of getting to know you in a way nobody has ever before.

"Please, Tani...please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. I've been waiting for so long...", you plead, your fingers coming to graze his pretty lips as memories of all the times he had turned you into a crying mess with those lips.

Kyoutani is just as affected by the change in tension as you, the slight bulge in his grey sweatpants as well as the hunger burning in his eyes giving him away.

"You're such a pretty angel girl, aren’t you?", he whispers and sits up, pulling you closer to make you stand in between his legs as he starts caressing your hot cheeks with his fingers.

“Yet you're saying all those naughty things”, Kentarou chuckles deeply, “imagine how people would react if they knew what a cockhungry little slut you actually are", upon hearing those degrading names, your cunt starts clenching around nothing and a high pitched whimper escaped your throat.

"For you...", you whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth the second Kyoutani starts placing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling the material of his shirt a little too tightly.

"Of course, baby, you're mine after all and this sweet cunt", the sudden feeling of his palm pressing against the damped fabric of your panties has you gasping for air, "belongs to me, and me only", Kyoutani grunts, pulling the skin of your neck between his lips before he starts sucking gently as well as slowly moving his fingers against the lacey fabric between your legs.

"Yes, it's yours", you reply, after several weeks of being intimate with Kyoutani you've learned one thing and that's how much he loves hearing you say all those dirty and lewd things, "please fuck me."

"Patience, my love, patience. I am going to fuck you", Kentarou replies calmly and suddenly pushes you away, his hands disappearing from your body and when your lid flutter open because of the lack of touch, he shoots you one of his cocky smirks, "but let's not forget the whole friend situation, hm? What about you make it up to me before I fuck you like the little whore you are?"

His words have excitement rush through your blood, your head literally spinning just from the thought of finally getting to be on the giving end after weeks of him playing the selfless lover.

You nod eagerly, anticipation sparkling in your eyes as you watch him palm himself over his sweats before you get on your knees and wait for him to let go of his now fully erect cock.

However, the more seconds pass by like this, the more nervous you become because for some reason you suddenly remember that you've basically never sucked dick before.

Your head shoots up with slight panic written all over your face and of course Kyoutani notices your change in demeanor right away.

"What's wrong, angel?", he asks you and stops the movements of his hands.

"I don't know how to do it, Tani", you whisper, knowing there's no point in being shy about it, after all he happens to be the guy you've experienced your most firsts with.

"It's okay, baby, I'm going to help you”, Kyoutani replies and actually loses his composure for a second, “fuck baby, don't look at me like this when I'm literally about to fuck your throat", he hisses, throwing his head back as he grunts and his hips desperately bucking into the air.

Kyoutani takes another deep breath before he finally pushes his hand underneath the waistband of his sweats and with your eyes focused on his movements, you watch him pull out his hard length, a soft hiss falling past his plump lips when the coldness of the room grazes the slightly wet tip of his cock.

You gulp harshly, his impressive size in girth as well as length has your pussy throbbing like crazy, yet you can't help but wonder how the hell he's going to fit inside of you.

“Don't worry, baby, I know you're going to take all of my cock like the good girl you are", Kyoutani says after observing your facial expressions for some time.

"Give me your hand", he asks you softly, his voice still raspy and incredibly hoarse yet still soothing and you appreciate his attempts to calm himself down so you won't feel too nervous. With your heart slamming against your rib cage, you lift your hand up and are slightly overwhelmed at the sudden feeling of Kyoutani's warm spit pooling inside your palm. Without adding anything, he straightens himself and motions you to stroke his hard cock.

Not once do you stop looking at him as you wrap your fingers around the base of his impressive length and slowly start jerking him off.

Kyoutani cocks his head to the side, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth and his eyes constantly fluttering close.

"Start with the tip, angel- just wrap your lips around it and start sucking, but be careful with your teeth, yeah baby?", he grunts, his hips thrusting into your fist every time the pace of your strokes slows down.

You give him yet another nod before look up at him one more time and do as he says.

The feeling of his cock between your lips is – different.

It feels like it's not supposed to be there, yet the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue has you sighing softly. Your tongue darts out, giving his tip a tiny kitten lick before you go back to sucking on it eagerly.

And while you seem to enjoy it a lot, Kyoutani is going absolutely crazy. You can see the way he's tensing his body as his grip in the bed sheets tightens and the vein on his neck pops out.

"F-Fuck, baby, just like that", he praises you "now try to take more of it in a-and use your hand for the rest", Kyoutani's voice is shaky, his eyes are nervously roaming your swollen lips and the string of spit connecting them to the tip of his cock.

Without giving it another thought, you take a deep breath and take more of him, trying your best to not graze his sensitive cock with your teeth and despite your initial struggle, you still enjoy the feeling of his cock on your tongue.

You subconsciously wrap your fingers around the part of his cock which you can't fit inside your mouth and suddenly it's like your body knows exactly what to do.

Kyoutani's moans grow louder and the soft thrusts of his hips become a little less controlled. You look up at him every now and then, trying your best to keep the steady rhythm as you bop your head.

And then he suddenly thrusts his length all the way to the back of your throat, your gag reflex just about to go off when he pulls back which is the moment you take notice of the tears streaming down your cheeks.

You give him a soft smile before going back to wrapping your lips around his tip, but you don't get very far.

Kyoutani pulls you back, his grip on the back of your neck not firm enough to hurt you.

"I promise I'm going to fuck your throat properly and even cum in your mouth the next time we do this but right now I just can't stop thinking about that tight cunt of yours", he says, helping you get up and almost instantly pulling you onto his lap; his wet cock rubbing against your panty covered core as Kyoutani pulls you in for a kiss.

It's sloppy and rushed, the way his tongue grazes over yours before he pulls it between his lips and starts sucking at it. Your hips start moving against his cock, your sensitive pussy craving some kind of friction as the arousal has your head spinning like crazy.

You start moaning and whimpering into his mouth when Kyoutani’s hips start meeting your desperate movements, applying the perfect amount of pressure onto your needy clit.

You feel the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening, the clenching of your cunt becoming worse the more you hump Kyoutani's cock like a woman starved.

But nothing prepares you for the feeling of one of his large digits entering you. Your hole start clenching around his finger Kyoutani pushes another one in, both digits buried inside of your little cunt.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby? I'm going to finger you nice and slow so you're ready for my cock. Now come on, my love; show me what a good whore you are and ride my fingers", Kyoutani encourages you, his hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin behind your ear and without missing a beat, your hips meet the skillful thrusts of his fingers.

Kyoutani continues to whisper naughty things into your ear, his other hand eventually wrapping around your throat as he makes sure you look into his eyes when you stumble over the edge.

Your high hits you hard and fast, the intensity knocking the breath out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for it; something you should be used to by now yet still can't believe is even possible.

He pushes you off of his lap softly, helps you get rid of his shirt as well as your ruined panties before he makes you lay down in the middle of his bed; eyes locking with yours when he also starts undressing.

"My pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, his hand caressing the soft skin of your thighs, spanking you every now and then just because he's absolutely obsessed with the way your whole body tenses whenever his hand meets your skin.

“Look at me", he orders and almost instantly your head shoots up to meet his gaze, the sight of his naked body distracting you a lot more than you expected but after all this is the first time you get to see the rest of his tattoos; the ones you usually only get a tiny glimpse of depending on his outfit choice.

Kyoutani spreads your legs apart, his eyes never leaving yours even when he starts jerking off again and you can't hold back the soft whimpers and begs leaving your lips.

But also something about his flushed cheeks and swollen lips as well as his messy hair falling into his face has you incredibly turned on.

"We've never talked about this before but are you on the pill, baby?", he asks, pushing one of his thumbs into his mouth before he brings it down to your clit and starts rubbing soft circles into it, making you arch your back off of the mattress as you bury your face in the pillow to keep your noises down.

"N-No", you whisper, a deep sigh coming from Kyoutani and even though you know you shouldn’t do it, you stop him from bending over to the drawer of his nightstand, making him look at you in confusion.

“But I still want you to raw me, please...", you add and gulp harshly when his whole body seems to go into some kind of haze once the words leaveyour lips.

Kyoutani looks at you, his eyes darkening even more as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and lets out a loud moan of your name.

"I can't just raw you, baby", he presses through gritted teeth, his mask slowly falling apart the more you rub yourself against his cock, "you've never had sex without a condom and my pull out game is weak, even weaker when it comes to you because fuck – the thought of filling you up with my cum sounds so fucking good", Kyou groans when you scoot up a little, taking his length into your hand before you line him up with your entrance.

"B-But what if you get pregnant, sweet girl?", he sighs and tries to pull away, making you wrap your arms around his neck as you look into his pretty eyes.

"That will just show everyone around us how well you've fucked me", you whisper and elicit another deep moan from him, his whole body shaking slightly as he tries to hold himself back from just pounding into you.

"Such a cockhungry whore", he hisses and – finally – starts pushing his fat cock into your tiny cunt, the slight stretch making you both gasp for air.

“If that's what you want, then that’s what you get, you little slut. I'm going to fucking raw you and fill you up with all of my cum, make you my cumslut", Kyoutani grunts, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he harshly grabs your face and looks into your eyes as he buries more of himself inside of you.

"F-Fuck, you're big", you whimper, throwing your head back and trying your very best to stop clenching around his cock.

“We're almost there, baby- you got this, s-stop clenching", Kyoutani grunts against your parted lips. Without a warning, Kyoutani pushes the rest of his huge cock inside of you, bottoming out completely.

“F-Fuck...you’re so– tight”, Kentarou grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, “it’s like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“S-So good...so fucking good, nngh-”, your little whimpers and whines are slurred, barely coherent as the feeling of being filled to the brim pushes you into a haze of pleasure.

You feel the pulsation of his cock against your spongy walls, his hands nervously roaming your body and groping one of your tits, as he obviously tries to calm himself down.

And then he finally starts moving.

A deep, guttural moan leaves the both of you when he pulls himself out of your tight hole, dragging his huge cock along the walls of your little cunt in the most delicious way possible before he almost brutally shoves himself back in again.

“Mhm, just like that, you little brat”, he grunts, sitting up on his knees as he pushes your legs further apart, his eyes focusing the way his fat cock stretches your hole just how he’s been imagining it all this time, “coming up to me and talking about having your little cunt rawed like some cumhungry little whore.”

You start nodding almost instantly at his words, your brain barely recognizing them, the only thing you can focus on being the way the tip of his cock grazes the entrance to your womb with every harsh, brutal thrust of his hips.

His thrusts find a steady rhythm, hard and so, so deep.

“Open your mouth”, Kyoutani grunts, a single drop of sweat finding its way down the center of his tattooed chest, the sight making you whimper and whine for him even louder as you part your lips as soon as you process his words.

“You know what? I’d rather have you say it”, he suddenly hisses, pulling his cock out of your spasming cunt before he presses your legs together and shoves himself back inside of you with one skilled thrust of his hips.

You have no idea at what point you start crying but by the time Kyoutani's moans and grunts start picking up their pace, you're a sobbing mess.

“S-Say wh-what?”, you sob, hiding your tear and spit stained face behind your hands, not daring to look up at him.

“I want you to ask for my spit and beg for my cum”, Kentarou’s voice grows raspier, the dominance seething through every single one of his words makes it so easy for you to fall even further into the hole of absolute submission, “and stop hiding yourself, angel girl..I wanna watch the way I’m fucking your brains out.”

A row of loud, high pitched whines and a combination of sobs and moans are the only thing you manage to respond with, your brain clouded with the feeling of his thick cock dragging along the spongy walls of your cunt.

And before you can even comprehend his next movement, you hear the loud sound of skin meeting skin followed by the delicious feeling of a sting sending jolts of pain through your body, something you’ve come to love after so many hours with the tattoo artist.

“I told you to ask and beg for it, angel girl..you’re making me wait”, Kentarou spits, never once halting the movements of his hips as he watches the way you start sobbing even more, your cunt spasming around his cock after his painful spank.

“Please...f-fuck, please spit in my mouth and my face and on my cunt- want it all”, you start brabbling, another row of incohrent begs following right afterwars as your hips sloppily meet his harsh thrusts, “I want you to stuff me full of your cum, too- please, Daddy, wanna be your little c-cumdumpster.”

“There you go..”, Kyoutani’s plump lips stretch into a big smile as his cock throbs at the sound of that one forbidden little word he’s come to love even more after hearing it from you only a handful of times.

He didn’t hesitate to tell you about how much it turns him on around two weeks after the two fo you had started dating and even though he never really expected you to use it, he was secretely hoping for you to overcome your shyness.

You had used it only twice before when the pleasure had gotten too much for your brain to handle and Kyoutani knew you’d stop holding yourself back as soon as you got a taste of his cock.

“What did you just call me, pretty girl?”, he cooes, giggling softly at the way you whimper and cry even harder, knowing oh so well what he wants to hear.

And for the first time you just can’t get yourself to argue with the little voice in the back of your head; the feeling of his cock stretching your tiny cunt making it so, so easy to just let go of all those doubts and worries.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply and look into his eyes, groping your own tits as you arch your back to feel him even deeper inside of you, “n-need your cum inside of me...please- want everyone to know who I belong to.”

You don’t really expect it, yet your pussy almost instantly start clenching around his cock when kyoutani harshly grabs your face, making you part your lips before he spits into your mouth.

The loud, lewd sound of it rings in your ears in the best way possible and acting like a literal aphrodisiac in combination with the delicious taste of his saliva coating the hot muscle of your tongue.

You hum softly before you swallow it all, a gentle sob escaing your lips before you look up at him again.

"Now go on, angel girl”, he growls, pushing his hand in between your legs to rub circles into your hardened clit, “I want you to cum for me. Be a good little dumpster for your Daddy and show me what only I can do to you.”

You can barely process his words, the lewdness just fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach as you lose yourself in the feeling of your upcoming high. But you still start nodding, cringing at the feeling your saliva dripping down your jawline.

And with one last thrust, you feel your high crashing down onto you with such heaviness, you're left absolutely breathless.

Your whole body is trembling as the waves of your orgasm hit you, a row of incoherent words leaving your lips before you stop trying and just start crying for your precious Daddy.

"That's my baby”, is the first thing your brain manages to process again, everything still a blurry mess and when you look at Kyou, you realize you’re still cumming.

Your cunt is almost painfully spasming around his big cock, your juices dripping down the sides of his length as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“You’re such a good, good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? I'm so proud of you", Kyoutani praises you, his thrust a little sloppier than before and from the way he's digging his fingers into the skin of your waist, you can only assume that he's also quiet close, "you're also going to take all of Daddy’s cum, right, baby? We gotta make sure I fill you up nicely..."

You take a deep breath, your slightly overstimulated cunt sending shivers down your spine as your eyes focus on Kyoutani's parted lips.

"Please, Daddy...need you to fill me up with your cum", you encourage him and when you slowly push two of your fingers into his mouth, knowing how much he loves to suck on them no matter what situation you’re both in, you finally get to see his whole face crunch up in pleasure.

His body tenses up as his grip on your waist becomes firmer before he starts cumming inside of you with a deep, raspy moan; coating the walls in several shades of white with three thick spurts of his cum.

Kyoutani buries his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly calms down, loud breathing and rushed gasps for air the only thing to fill the inside of his empty room.

"I love you so much", he whispers and gives you a soft kiss, his cock still firmly buried inside of your sensitive cunt before he shoots you a soft smile; looking almost boyish with his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"I love you, too, D-Daddy”, you whisper, gulping harshly as the words leave your lips, feeling yourself grow even smaller underneath his strong yet comforting gaze, “thank you for giving us a chance", you add and pull him into for another kiss.

"Kyoutani Kentarou, your favorite group of walking disappointments is back and better than ev - oh", Iwaizumi Hajime, Kyoutani's High School best friend, fellow tattoo aritst and roommate suddenly yells and almost brutally slams open the door, startling you to the last bone in your body.

Kyoutani is quick to cover you up with his body, his hand reaching for one of the blankets on the floor as he grunts in annoyance.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know–", "What is it, Iwa-Chan? Is he jerking off again? Kyoutani Kentarou you little piece of shit, just go and fuck that–", just like Iwaizumi, Oikawa – who also happens to be his best friend, felow tattoo artist and roommate – comes to stand in the doorway, bumping into his best friend before he finally spots the two of you.

"You're naked", he points out, closing his eyes almost instantly after realizing what he has just come to witness and despite the disgusting feeling of wanting to disappear and never come back again, you can't help but giggle at their shocked and slightly disgusted faces.

Kyoutani takes a deep breath and pulls out of you, still making sure to hide you behind his body before he hands you the blanket and lets his eyes shift to the door, looking at his best friends in pure disbelief.

"Kawa stop fucking staring and – can you two please fuck off?", he yells, pulling the boys back to reality and the way both of them shift to look at you only to blush from their necks to their ears has you chuckling softly.

This type of situation is nothing you’re not used to – unfortunately.

"Uhm – of course! Oh, my fucking God! So sorry, Kyou", Iwaizumi stutters and wraps his fingers around the doorknob, avoiding your eyes as much as he can before he pushes Oikawa away and then closes the door with another row of apologies.

Kyoutani just looks at you apologetically as he shakes his head and face palms himself, making the both of you burst into loud laughter.

And after taking a shower together and actually eating some late dinner with the boys, you fall asleep with Kyoutani's arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face buried inside the crook of your neck and one last love confession.

And when those sweet words fall past his lips yet again, you realize – you're finally home.

[ banner source ]

[hellsurvivr]

         HE WAS THE INNOCENT SON,    the epitome of a mommy's boy. who honoured and love the woman who bore him. which was a truth that Oliver never disputed. his mother was his world, the one who had single handedly raised him after the death of his father. but underneath the innocent façade, that he wore so well. lied a darkness, a need to play, that woud often come out. when he found someone who matched him. (    who could handle him!    )  he thought he'd found partners in the past, but they'd all bored him. they couldn't keep his attention, or feed his mischievous personality and love of gossip. oh he had found one in Payne, but she was just his friend, and helped fuel his love of gossip. but more than that, he was still playing the game alone.   but he had his eyes on a new target.    and his blue eyes were locked upon the target, refusing to lift, and he had a determination, to make her his.

                the target in question    ━   was elektra panhellenios.   the younger sister, of his now brother in law Elias. sure to most the fact she was related to someone in his family would be judged. he knew no one would blink at the contavius family. they had a history of doing such a thing. and each time had produed a duke, that everyone wanted to marry.   (    including his two older brothers!    )    but that was not why he was looking at her. oh there was no hiding the fact she was gorgeous, her looks having caught his attention. but it was also the way she seemed to play the innocence game as well as him. to the point she'd earned the title of diamond of the season. even with mischief pooling in her eyes. mischief he'd seen at his sisters wedding.

          ❛   perfect.   ❜   he drawls leading elektra out to the dancefloor. due to his sheer height, people move out of his way almost instantly. not wanting to be barged out of the way, knowing how he could be when they got in his way. it was a long standing thing regrding him. he had no cares for the mles in the room. and even less for the fake females.     (   all of them annoying the hell out of him!   )    hand settling her hip, he looks down into her honey eyes with a smirk, as she callsout what he had done regarding his elbow as he shrugs almost innocently. playng the game of the sweet innocent son of ellie contavius, that people believed him.    ❛   yes it is, seems i once more forgot how much, smaller, people are to me.   ❜    words delivered so innocently, he could get anyone to believe he was truly sorry. but if you knew him well enough, you'd see a tinge of mischief within his blue eyes, showing he didn't care at all.

          ❛   oh trust me my lady, the other body part i'm well verse in using, has never been a cause for complaint.   ❜   the words are veiled, heated in their delivery, as sinful smirk covers his features, and he looks down at her. innocently moving her across the floor, dancing past other couples, who had no idea of the words he'd just delivered.     (   had just let drift into the air!   )   

Elektra was a STAR. Or rather in this case, a diamond. She had walked into the palace with her fan perfectly placed, her doe eyes perfectly set, her dress the epitome of class, her walk seeming more like a glide as she graced the room with her presence. And yet upon approaching Queen Hera, she was the picture of grace and humbleness, her curtsey low and respectful. It was such a fun game for her, to be able to partake in his circus of social formalities, and pick apart people's masks one by one indirectly until she saw what was lying beneath.

Elektra knew when to play dumb (which was usually whenever she was in the presence of a man), when to be coy, when to drop her fan in a way that had men scrambling and bumping into themselves to try and pick it up for her. And oh she was so GRATEFUL when they did, as if she hadn't enjoyed the sight of the scrambling and chaos she'd caused.

Queen Hera had given her a knowing look, the glint in her eyes causing a flicker of concern to pass through her own, right before she announced that Elektra was to be this season's Diamond. Oh drat. She had played the game far too well, it seems, for the end of the season looked as if she'd be wedded.

Her main concern was not money; it was whether her husband could live up to the scandalous, smutty novels she read, a hobby that was enabled by their dear family friend, Deeks James. Oh, it seems he was also in the market this season, but she'd always seen him as an extension of her brother. It was Elysia who had that man in her heart, even if she was not aware of it yet.

Plus, she had her sights set on a particularly mischievous man with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair she'd met at Elias and Melitta's wedding. That very man had now just elbowed a viscount out of his way and apologized with that innocent face he seemed to pull off quite well, though his eyes told her he was anything but sorry. Elektra fought off the smirk by hiding it behind her open fan.

"Of course, sir," she replied with grace, tucking her fan away and taking a hold of his hand with her gloved one. "I thought you'd never ask." A bold statement, but one full of mirth and tease.

And she was swept to the dance floor, his large hand against her waist, blue eyes looking into hers. What a game it would be if she played it with him. "How unfortunate, that the viscount over there had a problem with your elbow," she remarked conversationally. "Are there any other body parts of yours that people take issue with?"

@hellsurvivr

[moosekateer13]

To Learn Her

This is an alt ending to my mini-series Undo it

Jensen x reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst

Summary: After the discovery of a long-lost daughter Jensen and his wife Danneel divorce. It was just too much for her to handle. Now a year later his high school love Y/N and are back together. No longer the awkward immature teenagers they once were. Can they make it work this time?

Inspired by Miranda Lambert's To Learn Her

To love her is to learn her

Ackles' Backyard

To say this past year has been a bumpy road is an understatement.

Mine and my daughter's life got flipped upside down from one brief run in at the grocery store. 

Now I am here at my daughter's wedding with someone by my side that I thought would never be again.

"Okay sweetheart I'll see you later go walk Avalyn down the aisle. I'll see you after the ceremony."my fiancee said before placing a kiss on my forehead.

" Are you sure you don't want to walk her with me Jensen?" Ava asked.

“I don't think it's my place, Ava.” Jensen replied.

Ava heads to the bathroom, not wanting to discuss it further. I know she was disappointed, but he's right.

He looks over at me.

"It's not my place Tonia, you raised her. She hardly knows me. Ava surprised me last week and started calling me dad. That's a big step for us." Jensen replied. With that, he walks out of the room.

I wonder what's taking her so long. Jensen comes back bursting through the door.

"Lavender if you really are sure you want to take that big step. I'll be happy to walk with you and your mom." Jensen said with unshed tears of happiness in his eyes.

"I am sure dad," Ava said

He hugs her tightly as a silent thank you. It's a quick hug but filled with so much emotion.

I feel a tear slide down my cheek, which Jensen promptly wipes away with the handkerchief in his pocket.

Eventually, it's time to go so flank our daughter on each side to walk her down the aisle to her fiancee Jeremy.

Our backyard looks extra stunning decorated in purple and gold.

The vows are simple but beautiful. She's got a way with words. I guess she takes after me.

Our friends and family are here today. That includes her half-siblings, the Padaleckis and Collins. Absent, of course, is Danneel. It is definitely not the right place for her to be.

Ava looks stunning in that simple white a-line dress and the classic veil. The veil is an heirloom from my side of the family.  I am so proud to be her mother she accomplished so much at such a young age. Ava has her own doctor's office.

I steady my nerves as Jensen and I make our way to the stage. We have a little surprise for her first dance. Jensen and I are going to cover Miranda Lambert's to Learn Her. Him and I used to sing together all the time in high school. Never did I think we'd be together again but the universe clearly had other plans in store for us.

We've grown a lot since our time apart. It wasn't the right time for us back then but now it is and I can't wait to be his wife. I briefly run my thumb along my engagement ring. Jensen and I exchange a small smile.

My Y/E/C lock onto his emerald ones as we sing the last verse.

To love her is to lose her

Hey, that's just how it works

To love her is to learn her

Some things you just can't learn

Oh, to love her is to learn her

Some things you just can't learn

[witch-hazels-musings]

nightmares

Includes: Diluc, Kaeya | Anthology 

Warnings -> STRONG emotional images (violence, panic, mentions of blood (a lot of blood), implied and specific character death) -> leads to comfort

Synopsis: Nightmares plague the characters sleep and they wake up startled - the reader comforts them

Diluc

The ground beneath his feet felt like putty, with each step he sunk in further, pulled his boots up harder to stay on the surface and not be dragged below it. The rain wouldn’t stop either, which made everything so much worse. What was more unsettling than feeling the pressure of the ground as it clung to his feet was the complete lack of sound. The rain cascaded across the landscape but provided no notice of its presence in any sense other than sight.

In the distance, appeared a carriage, and with labored steps, he headed toward it. When he arrived at its side, he noticed the disheveled state of it. The broken windows above the door, the tattered curtains that hung on the inside now lay plastered against the edge due to the rain. The wheels were shattered and brought the whole thing into the ground, its corners seeping into the mud at the same slow rate of his feet. This all seemed so familiar, and yet, when he tried to understand it, nothing came. He extended his hand to the carriage but before his fingers reached he heard a wild scream from the other side, a shriek, a roar, and the ground beneath him shook.

He took off in the direction of the sound, trees rushing by him, branches slapping against his face, his arms, and when he saw the light grow at the edge of the forest, he burst through without any fear. As he shielded his eyes from the flash of light, he heard a crash, a rumble, and then nothing.

When he dropped his hand back to his side he found himself back at the spot he just left, instead, this time, there was a person standing near the carriage. Their back to him, and bright red hair drenched by the rain.

He called out to them but they didn’t answer. He walked forward, his unsteady movements a result of the slippery mud under his boots. There was a growing hesitancy building in his chest, a loud shouting of his nerves as he got closer and, with an extended hand, he touched the person's shoulder only to wish he hadn’t. A huge gust of darkness spilled from their body, pushing Diluc back, and just as he lifted his head, balanced his weight with outstretched arms another wave of blackness hit him. Between the darkness, a flash of metal flew by his face, he dodged out of the way making his claymore materialize in his hands as he rolled through the sticky mud underneath him. It was a dangerous maneuver, but necessary.

The figure's face was clouded in thick, black smoke and for some time the two of them fought against each other. Diluc’s arms moved on their own, his feet took him to spaces that assisted him in avoiding the strikes from his foe. There was something so familiar about this fight, a familiarity that grew the longer their blades came into contact with one another, the further he pushed them back toward the carriage. It was as if there was a veil between him and this memory he couldn’t quite tear through, like a thin sheet that separated him and the truth. He shoved the enemy back against the carriage and just as his claymore came crashing down across their chest, so too did the veil, which he learned wasn’t a hindrance to his memory, but a blessing.

The body collided into the broken carriage, its back slipping down the side and leaving a trail of red in its wake. Their hands turned a sickly brown as they rested in the mud, painful breaths piercing through the shroud of black which slowly began to lift. Diluc’s shoulder heaved as he looked down at them, and as soon as the blackness faded everything became painfully clear.

“My boy …” His father's voice wheezed, blood spilling from his mouth as he coughed. Diluc couldn’t move, his hands could no longer hold onto the heavy weapon, his legs shook and gave way to the earth below him and as soon as his knees hit, the sound of rain filled his ears.

His eyes drifted over the gaping wound across his father's chest and without hesitation, Diluc moved to stop the bleeding. It seemed there was far too much, a never-ending river of blood which mixed with the dirty earth below and creating some sort of strange sludge that pulled his father deeper and deeper down into.

No matter how hard Diluc dug at the ground, no matter how much he pulled and yanked at his father's arms or tried to stop the bleeding, he gained no progress and painfully, slowly he lost more. The pouring thunder of rain stopped, his father's gaping mouth offered no sound and Diluc looked up at the sky in confusion. A hand gripped his wrist and when he looked back, he saw your face.

He woke up shouting, his heart beating so hard in his chest he wasn’t sure how the muscle was capable of punishing a person's ribs like that. He could feel his hands, his body shaking and he knew, even in the darkness there was so much blood spilling from his fingers.

The room filled with a soft light but he couldn’t look anywhere but at his hands. The same hands that were covered in blood, covered in mud, and unable to grab onto the person in his dreams … who was it? He couldn’t differentiate between you or his father, but it didn’t matter… he wasn’t strong enough to hold onto either of you. Just like that horrible day, he would watch these hands snuff out your light, he’d be the only one at fault for it all.

The thoughts filled his head and drowned out everything else. The screaming, the gasping, the inevitable suffering he would let befall because he just wasn’t strong enough. His eyes were transfixed, unable to move from the hands that shook violently in their view. That’s when he saw yours, the back of them sliding over his palms, fingers wrapping around his wrists. He pulled his hands back so hard his elbows collided with the wooden bed frame and nearly splintered the mahogany.

---

“Diluc …” He looked up, the way his brow furrowed, the burning of his eyes as they stared at you. It was the most painful thing you’d ever see, it broke your heart and as desperately as you wanted to reach back out to him, you knew it wouldn’t help. “Can you hear me?” You asked, daring not to move from the spot next to him.

When you were awoken by his scream you feared for the worse, in a flash you turned on the light, and when you found him shaking, unresponsive to your calls you slipped from the bed and made your way to his side. That’s where you found yourself now, sitting at the edge of the bed, doing your best to be reassuring even as the empathy you felt for him stung your eyes and felt heavy in your chest.

“It was a dream … it was only a dream.” You attempted to comfort him, your head tilting to match his eye line and you watched the shaking of his body move to his head as he silently communicated that it wasn’t. There was no way for you to know what he had seen in his dreams, it was unlikely he would tell you. Looking weak wasn’t something he necessarily liked, even if you told him he was far from that. “You’re breathing so hard; I’ll … uh … go make you something soothing to drink.”

You stood up and once you turned toward the door, your body was pulled backward. Your feet lifted off of the ground, a harsh hand wrapped around your wrist, and as soon as your back hit the bed arms entrapped you. Shifting against the sheets, you tried to look at Diluc but could only see the top of his head, the red hair invading your senses as you breathed him in.

“Dilu…”

“Don’t …” His voice cut you off, the shaky, the uncertainty of it making your heart twist. “Don’t go.” You gave in so easily, how could you not.

“I’ll be right here.” Slipping your arms from his grip you wrapped them around his head and pulled him in even closer. His face pressing against your chest, the softness of his hair brushing against your skin. In this position, you were able to run your fingers through his hair and as you did the grip he had on your body loosened, but only a little. “You’re not alone, I’m not going anywhere. Okay?” He didn’t respond except to give you a quick squeeze and adjust his head so he could rest his cheek against you.

You stayed like this until you sensed the telling signs that he had drifted back to sleep and even past that, you didn’t dare move. Sleep began to take you soon after, your hands slowing their menstruations in his hair, your breathing becoming heavy and as the warmth took you, you swore you heard somebody say, I love you.

Kaeya

The wind seemed different, but Kaeya couldn’t put his finger on it. It was like there was something sinister in the atmosphere, secrets hiding in the breeze, but every time he thought he deciphered it, understood it, the knowledge drifted away from him again.

So, he continued on his way, not paying attention to things that didn’t reveal the truth to him; when the time came he would unravel them.

He was walking through the streets of Mondstadt and, while there seemed to be a growing nervousness building in the pit of his stomach, he made no indication there was anything amiss. Instead, he smiled, waved, and nodded to the citizens who greeted him, even lingered a bit longer than necessary at the lively ones who called his name so lovingly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few familiar faces and with saddened goodbyes, he made his way over to them.

“Well, this is a surprise.” He said, hand at his hip and smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“Oh, captain Kaeya!” Paimon shouted, her spritely figure bobbing up and down as she turned toward him. The traveler turned too, and he was greeted with a welcoming smile. “What are you doing out this early? Is something wrong?” Paimon asked, eyes peering behind him.

“Nothing of the sort, I’m just on my rounds and wanted to say hello.” He closed his eyes and smiled, his reassuring gesture which almost always eased any suspicions of his actions. “What brings the two of you here today?”

“Ah! Well … Paimon was hungry and wanted some … sticky honey roast!” Her head seemed to turn to the location of whatever smell wafted on the wind, a small sliver of drool appearing in the corner of her mouth. Kaeya laughed and just as he was about to make a comment about her glutinous nature, a sudden flash of dead eyes and bloodied face washed over Paimons. It came so quickly and was gone all in a single second.

“Kaeya?” The traveler looked at him and he blinked a few times in an attempt to recollect himself.

He tried to laugh it off, “I’d say I wouldn’t expect this type of behavior from you, but I know that wouldn’t be true.”

“Paimon can’t help it, when good food is calling I will be there to eat it up! Speaking of, I can hear it calling me now!” She was growing impatient and had already floated partway toward her desires cutting the conversation short.

The traveler smiled, hands resting on her hips before turning back to him. His mouth opened to leave her with some snarky comment when again, violent images clouded his eyes. The once white dress of the traveler now stained in red, her eyes empty, hair matted and the flowers which she always wore were wilted and black, a long bloodied slit stretched across her throat.

“Are you okay, you don’t look well.” She questioned, her hand nearly touching his arm, and when the images disappeared he pulled back from her. His feet taking a few hesitant steps backward, his hand reaching to cover the place her fingers grazed.

“I-I’m fine.” He chuckled again, but this time his laugh was much more strained, desperately he tried to find a way to get out of the situation. “I think Paimon’s waiting for you, you wouldn’t want her to eat so much she couldn’t fly now, would you?” He smiled and hoped the traveler wouldn’t notice how his lips trembled.

“Okay, see you later, Kaeya.” She called out to him, as she bounded up the stairs, he was left to his troubling thoughts.

Quickly, he disappeared from their sight and began walking toward the church, maybe he needed to visit the nuns. He must be sick. As he passed by the stalls he saw a few other familiar faces but the images continued to flash between normal and devastating, almost like those toys you peer through to look at vintage images, only instead of beautiful, playful scenes each time he pressed the lever he only saw a new nightmarish image. At some point, they became so overwhelming he found himself staring at the ground in a desperate attempt to avoid anymore.

On the steps leading around the courtyard he ran into Barbara, the exact person he wanted to meet but when he lifted his head to speak to her he started to shake at the sight. Her small frame was twisted and bent, her head turned in an ungodly direction, her eyes staring at her broken hand, blood slipping from her mouth. Her voice spilled from her mouth but it sounded like painful gurgling. He stumbled backward and his feet collided with something, when he looked down he saw the dead body of the acting grandmaster, her hand still gripping tightly onto her sword.

He closed his eyes and when he opened them the images didn’t change. He lifted his hands to his face but stopped when he saw the blood dripping from his fingers. Turning them over and following the spattered blood up to his arm until he noticed the once blue clothes were stained purple. He heard screaming and when he turned to look at the source he saw what looked like a hellish stream of frozen, petrified, slaughtered bodies as far as the eye could see. The small adventurer boy, whose luck never seemed to be on his side, lay draped over the body of the girl who claimed to be a princess. A large purple hat half-frozen in the fountain, the green-haired alchemist slumped against the wall, glass bottles spilling from her bag.

Kaeya’s chest felt so tight he thought he would pass out, he desperately flicked his hands in an attempt to get the blood off of them but it didn’t seem to work. The harder he tried the darker the liquid became and he thought his sanity had all but left him until he heard the sound of clapping from the steps above him.

“Well done.” The voice was as cold as the air on the top of Dragonspine, and just as lifeless. “You’ve proved your worth, my son.” Kaeya turned on his heels but never saw the face of the man who spoke to him.

Kaeya woke up in a cold sweat, he felt his whole body jump all at once, but not enough to thrust him upward. Instead, he lay with his back on the mattress and tried to still his pounding heart, his shaking breaths, licked his chapped lips. He leaned up, sliding his legs out from under the sheets and placing his feet on the cold floor. The sensation felt good, grounding almost as he tried to stop his head from spinning. One hand gripped tightly against the edge of the bed while the other wiped at the sweat that formed on his brow. He ran his fingers through his long hair, doing his best to pull the strands away from his face as he looked down at his bouncing legs.

A light turned on and he stills, his body freezing at the illumination. “Kaeya?” You mumbled, voice still heavy from sleep, a soft hum sounds from behind him and he felt the bed shift as you turned toward him.

“It’s nothing, go back to sleep.” He pushed through his dry throat, he just now realized how thirsty he had become.

“Are you sure? You were whining in your sleep.” The realization of that stung his pride, and he couldn’t stop his leg from bouncing again. Of course, he tried to play it off.

“Oh, spying on me while I’m sleeping were you. I didn’t know you were such a deviant.” He joked, but he could tell it didn’t have as much of a punch as it normally did. It didn’t matter, you just kept on as if he didn’t make the joke to begin with.

“Whatever you were dreaming didn’t seem enjoyable.” Without him knowing, you had slid your way to him, arms wrapping around his cold skin, hands against his chest, and chin resting against his shoulder. You squeezed tighter around him and whispered, “you’re shaking.”

Somehow, you saw right through him, you always did. From the moment he met you, you had this uncanny ability to look completely at him, never missing a single sign. “It was just a bad dream.” He let the honesty fall onto his legs, the words drifted into the darkness that spread out from underneath the bed.

“Whatever it was, it wasn’t real. It was just a dream.”

“You’re right, it was just a dream.” He turned his body and slid his hand around your waist until it rested against your back. With a soft kiss, he placed his lips against your forehead, against the tip of your nose, and on your chin relishing in the way your eyes fluttered closed and skin warmed to his gesture. “Let’s get back to sleep, shall we.”

“We can talk about it if you’d like.” You attempt and he uses it as an opportunity to tell you some silly little lie about the nightmare he most definitely did not have. When the two of you settled back into the bed and he ushered you onto this chest so he could breathe in your smell, feel the pressure of your torso on his chest and hear the slow sound of your breath, he finally lets his mind wander back to the real dream which would haunt him for weeks.

It was just a dream … He recalls your comment and wonders if what you said was true.