#as if I couldn’t love this man more I get extra lore

[artsymeeshee]

I saw some extra backstory on Stan from the website and uh… I’m an emotional wreck TwT So I needed to draw at least something to let him know how loved and important he is

He deserves it.

[possum-quesadilla]

Chapter 10 of Lonely Remnants, “Wildfires have been eating you inside my head, Trying to smoke you out or burn you alive in it”, is here! Strap in, folks. I can’t tell you how excited I am to share this one with you all.

PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS ATTACHED TO THIS CHAPTER AND PROCEED WITH CAUTION. THIS CHAPTER IS PARTICULARLY ROUGH. I KNOW I SAW THAT A LOT, BUT IT IS VERY TRUE HERE.

Extras! :)

- The lyrics for this chapter’s title are from “Please Just Stay Dead” by Nichole Dollanganger! They are meant to reflect how Lydia’s image of her bold, strong brother is being irreparably altered, maybe even ruined.

- “Like a doomed man trudging towards the gallows, sure but unsteady. Like a dead girl walking.” - Heheh, foreshadowing.

- “The trail led into the road. It ended on the other side, next to the memorial. Not before it was… smeared on the road. Splattered all about, like the cause of it had been… impacted. Her fears were confirmed when she found one of those strange paw / feet among the large, dark smudge of blood and goop in the road.” - Yep, they got hit by a car! Karma, I guess.

- “It was… feasting on some festering roadkill with a terribly feral and manic fervor.” - That was Lawrence’s last ditch effort to try and regain control and heal their body.

- “The side of his face the ear had fallen off of seemed to be following suit. It was starting to turn to the goop and slough off, part of the flesh hanging limply off the cheek and exposing his blackened, cracked jawbone.” - While the whole rejection idea is based on the ending of “Bride of Re-Animator”, this particularly horrific mental image is based on an effect from “Smile 2” that really stuck with me!

- “His dad and twin loved him, but it… it weren’t enough to counter the hatred of his mother.” - Lawrence’s accent fades away as the Shoggoth talks more and gains more control as he gets weaker.

- “Lousy bum’s been drinkin’ since he were ten years old.” - Not by choice! But the Shoggoth is being really judgy regardless.

- “Joined a band, saw the country, got his wrist broken by a boyfriend.” - Band mention! There’s a whole bunch of fun lore surrounding them that lives in my head. Also, the rotten boyfriend who broke his wrist was Cyrus! Can’t escape that fella.

- “It suddenly reached up, placing a hand over the left side of it’s face, covering up the exposed bone and one of it’s eyes.” - This was it trying to stop it’s face from falling apart more. It didn’t work.

- “Mrs. D helped him fix himself. Clean up all the broken pieces ‘n make somethin’ outta them.” - A reference to “Dead Mom”!

- “Of all of the moments in his long drive, of all of the cars he passed, he had to hit the one containing two of the people he loved most.” - This bit was inspired by a similar moment in the movie “Signs”.

- “She remained still as the grave.” - heheh, more foreshadowing.

- “No, Scarecrow. You died too.” - Woof. There’s been hints throughout. Hell, even in the start of the first chapter! - “She was the lucky one. By some miracle, she made it out with only some minor head trauma and the loss of a substantial amount of her hearing.” - I even put “Living Dead Girl” on the Lonely Remnants playlist for this purpose, lol.

- “ “I haven’t been very truthful at all.” It’s fingers brushed over the scales dotting it’s nose.” - Every time it lied, it gained a snake scale, since snakes represent deceit.

- “We are… human suffering, given form. Anguish and agony, writhing deep below the earth. I am of Lawrence’s. Of all the pain and hurt he felt.” - Yeah sorry it was a metaphor for trauma and self repression this whole time. Mostly. Also, this is what Otho meant when he said “… always were the most… potent out of all of us, little brother.”

- “No more watchin’, no more peepin’, and…” - This is a reference to “Bigtop Burger”. I couldn’t help myself. Cesare was my main inspiration for the Shoggoth.

- “… I could always feel him, faintly, in the back of my mind. Breathing in the dark.” - GOTCHA WITH ANOTHER “Asteroid City” REFERENCE!

- “I… I am just a beast of the stony soil.” - This is inspired by a famous line from “Pet Sematary”, which inspired Lonely Remnants! It’s the first horror story I read at eight years old, lol.

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[williamlandon]

BALLISTER VILLIAN AU????

I’ve thought about this for awhile now and I finally did it and I love it. I’ve also kinda thought of some lore and here’s what I have so far.

————————————————————————————————————————--Some Lore: Ballister was adopted by Queen Valerin when he was young and became the prince of the kingdom.

During his coronation to become king, he was framed for murdering his mother and his appointed knight, Ambrosius, cut off his arm in an instinct without any thought.

He managed to escape the city walls without anyone noticing thankfully, but where would he go? He knew nothing about the outside world, if anything it was just as dangerous as staying in the kingdom with a harsh title, if not more dangerous.

While running into the forest, he was found by a skilled archer who was also a shapeshifter. They met when Ballister stopped by a tree to catch his breath and an arrow had been fired into his left eye. After realizing what she had done, the archer curiously dragged the unconscious yet still breathing body to her hideout.

After he woke up, she interrogated him. He told her that he was recently framed for murder and was running for his life. He also told her that he was the soon-to-be king.

She realized that he could be quite useful in her plan of revenge on the kingdom, since she too had been outcasted.

She said she would let him stay and use her resources if he helped her in a plan of revenge. After all, he would need her bandages and food if he wanted to survive out here, and he didn’t want to make an enemy he knew he couldn’t defeat. So he cautiously agreed.

After getting Ballister patched up, the archer introduced herself as Nimona.

Months pass by and they have turned to a life of crime. Atleast 3 times a week they visit the kingdom to steal resources such as food, drinks, extra scrap for patching or building, valuables, info about who the real murderer of the queen is, and weaponry.

One day when out looking for extra spray paint cans for Nimona’s vandalizing gig, the fallen prince had over heard the Squire talking to himself. “I should’ve told the prince that his sword was switched by the Director. None of this would’ve happened if I was successful.”

In an instant, Ballister was enraged. The Director did it. She was to blame for his mother’s death. “Nimona, new plan. And this time, our objective is the Director.”

Later that night Ballister found his sword covered in the Director’s blood. He had done it. She was gone. And he can finally rest. Right..?

And within a few minutes, his ex-appointed knight Ambrosius had busted into the office when alerted with the Director’s cry. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Well if it isn’t the golden boy?”

After the Director’s death, Ballister had taken back his crown and title as king. He may have enlarged his murderous title, but he didn’t care. Not this time. Consumed by his anger and grief, Ballister became the evil king in every fairytale. The kingdom was in his bondage, there was no escape. No one to stop him.

Ambrosius fled before he was captured by the new king’s servants and before the wall was sealed off. He was alone now, and even worse, his best friend, the man he loved, was his enemy. Alone in the woods, he wondered what he should do next. If he could do anything at all.. ————————————————————————————————————————————————————

I will post more about this au bc I am honestly in love with it so far. I may also write a fic about this au too I’m sure about that yet, but if I do stay tuned! <3

[kulemiwrites]

i desperately need more of your reina headcanons. i am FAMISHED.

I HIGHLY doubt this was what you were looking for but I saw an opportunity and I took it. Might I interest you in some Reina Lore?

BACKGROUND

- She was born to the very affluent Hattori family in Kyoto but at some point in her elementary school years, her family moved to Tokyo so that her father was closer to his work.

-She was an only child. Her mother raised her using a very firm mother/child distinction and her father spent more time in his offices or on the road than at home. So, to say that she grew up feeling sort of lonely is a bit of an understatement. 

-Her parents were pretty traditional and they prioritized grooming her to someday become the model wife and mother, rather than teaching her how to be an individual. At some point in her teens, she realized that her parents had her out of obligation, rather than love (or as a happy accident.)

-Even so, she lived the majority of her youth always striving to keep them satisfied with her (happiness seemed too distant a possibility but satisfaction kept them off her back.)

-She went to all-girls private schools her entire academic life, including university (let’s put a pin in that).

-She was a good student and genuinely enjoyed studying. Her favorite subject was science– chemistry, to be exact. 

-Her parents never really meant for her to attend university. They only wanted her to finish high school so that she could get that social experience but once she graduated, she was meant to be married off to the man of their choosing.

-She wasn’t a fan of the idea. She romanticized the idea of storybook romances and there was nothing romantic about being betrothed to some stuffy, bespectacled man who was only in it for the promise of wealth longevity.

-Since she excelled in her academics, and genuinely enjoyed studying, she pleaded with her parents to allow her to attend university. She allowed them to even choose which school and with the promise of not fighting against them when it came time for her to get married. It took some work to convince them but they ultimately decided and chose yet another girl’s school for her to study at, thinking that it was the better decision. In their minds, all the extra freedom might have given her the wrong idea about seeking out her own husband…

-When approving this, her parents gave her a stipulation: she was required to get married no more than 3 years post graduation and she agreed.

SOCIAL LIFE

-She was well liked during the entirety of her academic life, some might have even referred to her as popular but she was never too fond of the term. 

-She participated in as many activities as she could have over the years. She’d been a part of the student council and she’d been in a handful of clubs. The truth was, it was less about genuine interest in many of these things and more so the desire to fill her empty, free time around others rather than spend it in the loneliness of her home.

-Many people believed that she was lucky to be as charismatic, attractive and well-off as she was but for her, it felt more like an airtight bottle that she was shoved into and suffocated in. No matter where she turned, she felt she was meant to perform/behave the way other people wanted in order to meet their expectations.

-She had many friendships growing up but a lot of them felt very surface level. It was rare for her to find people willing to dig beneath the pristine facade she painted on every morning.

-She tried her hand at dating too (behind her parents’ backs) without much luck. She’d met guys on outings with her school friends and while some of them seemed nice at first, they either turned out to be jerks or they were perfect on paper but she couldn’t bring herself to reciprocate feelings. Her mother had taught her since youth that romantic love was a skill that one learns, rather than a feeling you experience and after several heartbreak, disappointments or trial errors she came to admit to herself that her mother might have been right.

-It took her reaching university, moving away from her parents and really getting to know herself that she realized something very, very, very important about who she was… And it horrified her. She even continued late into her adulthood denying the truth. 

-The family of the man her parents settled on her marrying fell on hardship and the Hattori’s decided that “the merger” wouldn’t have been mutually beneficial anymore. This dissolved the 3-year post grad requirement and she couldn’t have been more relieved. 

-Reina never had any interest in her family business, and since she was never intended to directly be a part of it she always daydreamed of ways that she could simply separate herself from all of it. 

-She’d even run away once, telling herself she would start a new life elsewhere on her own but her father immediately had her found and returned. 

-Upon graduation, with the confidence granted to her by the dissolution of the merger agreement, she confronted her parents with her desire for full independence and made it clear that she was willing to go to hell and back to get it. By this time, her father had grown extremely close to his nephew and was practically set on naming him the primary heir to his legacy anyway, with or without a merger.

-When informed of her plans, her father practically laughed in her face and sarcastically gave her the greenlight to “try” but told her that he expected her to run back home in tears with her palms out when it didn’t work out and when that time came he was “certain” he’d have a new merger secured. 

-Sarcasm or not, she took the chance and she left her family home at 23, just a year after graduation. Using the savings she’d started in middle school, she paid for and furnished her very first apartment on her own. 

-She looked into careers that would allow her to put her degree to use but not much screamed out at her. She didn’t think working for someone else would have been enough to prove her father wrong.

-The idea to open Serena came when she was out on the town with a couple of friends from university. 

-She’d always had a bit of a fascination with mixology anyway, despite not being much of a drinker herself. So, from there, she looked into making it a reality.

And the rest is history…

[Like I said, I know you were probably expecting something different like, spice and cute relationship stuff and I can totally do that but I have been wanting to talk about my backstory for Reina for a few years now and I leaped at the chance jkhdsfsd. If you're not happy with this, the ask box is closed BUT for you? Feel to come back and request something a little more specific so I can stay on prompt for you! Also, I can tell you, there is an NSFW ATOZ for Reina in the works. There I intend to touch on something that got hinted at here 👀]

And if you're just dying for something steamy, I recently drew (very badly might I add) something of her. Have a looksie~ hehe.

[generalzar0ff]

Most of this was drawn in September of last year, but I decided to finally complete it!

So, here are the penguins of Madagascar and their lemur friends as humans!

I know this has been done to death already, but I wanted to provide my own interpretation. I’ll provide my design choices for each character under the cut, if anybody’s interested!

Skipper: I do not want to throw shade to anyone, but most of the human Skippers I’ve seen are either too young, too skinny, or too muscular. This guy may present himself as an authority figure, but let’s face it: this guy is your average middle-aged man with a fascination for cool spy stuff and repressed bisexuality. Trust me, my dad knows all about it. Anyway, I gave him a tacky nautical flag shirt, mostly because i couldn’t find any high-quality “hawaiian shirt with wwii planes” patterns. If it weren’t for King Julien’s design, I would’ve given Skipper aviators.

Kowalski: Typical nerdy guy. When I was showing a work in progress of the penguins, a friend of mine suggested that Kowalski’s hairline should be extra receded, and they were right. I know that this is the simplest design, but that’s because this guy just doesn’t seem the type for style. More of a practicality and formality guy. I suppose now’s a good time to mention that each of the brothers has an element of orange around their feet, cuz, well, the penguins have orange feet.

Rico: I really hope you guys get the energy that this guy listens to nu-metal. Since human beings not infused with cartoon animal wackiness cannot regurgitate convenient items, I decided to give human Rico a bunch of pockets from which cartoon HUMAN wackiness can occur. His outfit is also a bit more military-like than the others, what with the bomber jacket, cargo shorts, and combat boots. I also gave him what is essentially the boss floss from Splatoon 3’s amiibo gear.

Private: According to Penguin Lore™️, they’re all brothers, but Private is adopted, hence why he’s a bit younger [but not a child!] and I gave him a different hair texture and skin tone. His shirt has an icon from his favorite show, a Lunacorn. I also made his blue nail polish match its eyes. I take honor in the fact that a friend told me “I have several transmasc friends who look like this”.

Maurice: A lot of people who draw TPOM gijinkas don’t even draw him, which is a shame, because I love Maurice. Even more offensive is that some people don’t even depict him as an old black man, which goes against everything I know to be true in my heart. Anyway, he seems like the type to enjoy autumn/winter gear, so I gave him a big ol’ trench coat, as well as a scarf that looks like his fur puff. And the newsie cap just felt right.

King Julien: Here’s where all the flashiness went! According to an actor whom I have a personal vendetta against and thus will not name, Julien’s accent is Sri Lankan, so I took inspiration from their traditional clothing for his outfit, albeit more “cunty”, as today’s kids call it. It was imperative that this man has his toes out for obvious reasons, so I gave him sandals. I honestly have no good explanation for the leopard print leggings other than it came to me in a divine vision. Or something. The sunglasses mimic the color of his eyes!

Mort: Look, it was really hard for me not to just draw Molière from Atlantis: The Lost Empire, since his design is already kind of what I imagine this fellow looking like as a “human”. Admittedly, I’m not too proud of this design, but i think it gets the job done. His outfit purposely clashes: a matching hat and sweater, but with sweatpants, and he’s not even wearing shoes! I know the original Mort doesn’t have any purple in his design, but I felt like its inclusion made him look a little weirder. And then there’s his eyes. Yeah.

Hope this wasn’t too long, and thank you to anyone who read this portion of the post!

[grimmweepers]

𝐊𝐈𝐖𝐈 𝐗 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 ♡

left was a comm done by @/foreveryeta and the right was made from this picrew. both are after time-skip

˖◛⁺⑅ Name: Kiwi Fruit

˖◛⁺⑅ Pronouns: They/them

˖◛⁺⑅ Devil Fruit: Oto Oto no Mi (Sound Sound Fruit)

˖◛⁺⑅ Occupation: Musician/Combatant in Straw Hat Pirates

˖◛⁺⑅ Trivia: Joins the crew with Brook in Thriller Bark, has violin trauma (the scar on their face is from when a violin string snapped), always has to replace their guitar because they use it as a weapon, loves crop tops, they were so roughed up in Thriller Bark that when the crew found Kiwi, they thought Kiwi was a zombie and started screaming, their epithet is "Virtuoso Kiwi" because they can play just about anything

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐂 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩?

One Piece is such a fun and whimsical little universe that I just wanted to get extra creative with my character. Most of my ocs are, in one way or another, an extension of myself so technically it can still be a self-ship! (Well that’s what I tell myself).

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐰𝐢 (+ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐢):

Kiwi is very much a golden retriever— goofy, laid back, and always unapologetically themselves. They’re the type to crack a joke if things start feeling bleak and knows exactly how to lighten the mood. A gym bro at their core, Kiwi is also musically gifted, with their favourite instrument weapon being the guitar.

If for some reason they don’t like you, their easy going vibe can get real petty, real quick. It’s usually in the most ridiculous and harmless ways. As my friend once said, Kiwi is the type to send hate mail to anyone who has done you wrong. Nothing threatening but just bizarre.

When it comes to Nami, Kiwi is completely and utterly in love with her. Shark teeth and all. They adore her.

One of their favourite things to do together that isn’t sexual is just lounging around in the other’s lap, braiding or playing with each other’s hair. The crew can always tell if Nami’s just worked on Kiwi’s hair if it looks neater than usual (I headcannon their natural hair to be untamed and unruly).

They are slow burn, and don’t really get together until after time-skip. Nami fell first but Kiwi definitely fell harder. Nami tried to brush off her feelings at first but she couldn’t shake how Kiwi’s warmth kept pulling her in. What really messed with her head was not knowing if Kiwi’s extra kindness was just them being friendly like they are with everyone else or something more. Meanwhile, Kiwi was just as confused, thinking their feelings for Nami was completely platonic until they started noticing how their heart would race and their stomach would flip whenever she was around.

𝐊𝐢𝐰𝐢 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐰:

(Won’t be mentioning everyone)

Sick and tired of constantly unga-bunga smashing their guitars in battle, Franky eventually makes Kiwi a guitar that doubles as a weapon (the one in the comm).

Kiwi doesn’t feel jealous when Sanji simps over Nami. Tbh they kind of just go, “Yeah, I get it” and moves on. However, any time Sanji calls Zoro ‘mosshead’, Kiwi is usually in the back like, “Hey man, what the hell…”

Zoro and Kiwi bicker. A lot of push-up contests. But they’re more similar than they think. These two get called ‘two peas in a pod’ which makes it funnier because they’re both green.

Kiwi was like Robin’s feral dog in the beginning. Settling into the crew and getting to know everyone was a little chaotic because they literally had nothing to their name except the clothes on their back and a talking skeleton as a friend.

Brook is Kiwi’s first and proper friend. I won’t go into their lore right now but they feel as though they are indebted to Brook. Kiwi might not be alive because of him. They often duet for the crew.

𝐊𝐢𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞:

(threatening Brook)

I reached my photo limit so I can’t show what pre-time skip Kiwi would have looked like hic hic

dividers by dollywons

[trashbag-baby666]

Sweet Creature-Curt/Lemmons

Happy birthday to my dearest Curtielicious @mangokitkats !!!! Luv you I apologize this is a day late!!!

Summary: a glimpse into the first morning of Curt and Ken’s honeymoon in Italy!

WC: 1,613

C/W: NSFW, fingering, penetration, riding, y’know it’s smut.

A/N: I just wanted to say this is like an off shoot of my high school au of them as adults!!! So I’ll provide more lore at any request that’s mentioned in here!

MOTA Masterlist!

Curt had to click together in his mind whether he had died and woke up in heaven or if this really was his life. Ken sat by the window with his knee pulled up to his chest, his chin resting on it. A paintbrush rested between his dainty fingers, dancing a light shade of yellow over the canvas. He blinked a few times to clear the morning fog out, Ken still sat there with the early morning Italian sunlight kissing his bare shoulders.

“Good morning, Curtie.” Ken glanced over to him from where he sat. The remnants of last night's clothes and Curt’s prosthetic tossed onto the floor next to the bed. The soft white sheet haphazardly lay on Curt’s waist, his thigh peaking out just slightly.

“Surprised you’re awake.” Curt rubbed his eyes resting his arm on the pillow staring at the beautiful angel in the room. They decided to meet in Italy for Ken’s birthday. Curt had a flight to pilot there a couple days ago. Ken got off of work yesterday and flew from Wyoming to Orvieto, Italy, “Not jet lagged?”

“Slept on the flight. Slept hard for a couple hours after our love making. Decided to paint you.” Ken turned the canvas showing the beginning of a painting of him.

“Well you better be awake, Kennie we got a birthday wine tasting today.”

“Don’t remind me…I already felt extra crunchy when I got out of bed today.”

“Couldn’t stretch your legs on the flight?”

“Not everyone can have less legroom as an option.”

“Some of us are just lucky, well now you’re married into the luck of the Irish.” Curt winked rolling over in bed. “Come here.”

“Should I now?” Ken dropped the paintbrushes in the mason jar of water, swirling it around, turning the water a beautiful soft yellow.

“I’d recommend it.”

Ken smiled standing up off the floor and pulling the sheets off Curt. He leaned down running his cheek up to Curt’s mouth. “God I missed you, Curtie.”

“Missed you, doll face.” Cradling his jaw Curt stared up at his beautiful husband, “Lemme kiss you, come here.”

“Didn’t get enough last night?”

“I’m starving,” Curt mumbled out Ken sinking his lips into him balancing on his knees. The friction of his bare cock against Curt’s chest proved to cause some sort of sensations. Curt raked a hand into Ken’s golden curls tugging gently.

“Must’ve missed me?”

“Like you wouldn’t of fuckin’ believed, Kennie. I scoped out all the best spots in the Airbnb for us.”

“How kind of you,” Ken let out a little chuckle, tipping their foreheads together.

“Are you going to bend me over somewhere?”

“Of course, pretty boy.” Curt slid his hands down Ken’s thin waist to his hips, delivering a gentle squeeze.

“Right now I just want you on my cock, let the birthday boy go for a little ride, hm?” Curt purred, beginning to massage his thumb into Ken’s plump ass.

“Oh, I think I would like that.” Ken leaned over pressing his lips back into Curt’s, rocking his pelvis against his. The feeling of Ken’s perfect, soft skin providing a warm feeling for Curt inside of him.

Curt darted his tongue into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the others. The white gold heat of their dicks rubbing against the other Ken trying to pick up his pace.

“No, no, princess, you have to wait your turn.” Curt scooped up Ken’s hips off of his, the other man jerking forward slightly in Curt’s familiar calloused, rough hands.

“That’s unfair, it’s my birthday.” Ken pushed out his lip, softening his eyes.

“You don’t even want me to finger you?”

“Well…”

Curt snickered, reaching to the bedside table he had already prepared for their get away.

“You really thought ahead.”

“You know I did, sugar.” Curt snatched the travel size bottle of lube, “You want me to go slow, baby?”

“No,” Ken didn’t hesitate watching Curt squeeze out the clear gelish substance onto his fingers.

“Oh you whore, someone really is impatient.” Ken readjusted on his knees then laid his head back against Curt’s chests, “Ready birthday boy?”

“Mhm,” Ken murmured into his chest, feeling Curt’s fingers plunge inside of him with ease.

“Oh, hell.” He pushed his hips back into his fingers.

“Sit still,” Curt barked, pulling his fingers from Ken teasingly.

“Hmm.”

“Come on, pretty boy.”

“Ye…yes sir.”

Curt let his lips split into a small smirk, his cheeks running red hot. God he loved hearing those words leave his pretty, pink lips.

Sucking in a breath, Ken clenched down around Curt’s fingers. fighting everything inside to keep his hips still. Ken wanted to just let Curt hold his fingers there and just let him rock his hips back. Fucking his fingers until he came but that was not the case. Without even thinking Ken pushed his hips back into Curt’s hand just as he began to pick up his pace.

“Someone just can’t wait, can he? You just wanna ride me right now, you slut?” Curt pulled his fingers from Ken fast, whipping them on the sheets. Ken's mouth left slightly agape against Curt’s chest as he’s left empty and horny, “Hm I asked you a question?”

Ken turned a deep red, his cock twitching against Curt’s stomach. “Please, I need you so bad, Curtie.”

“Oh that’s my good boy right there.” Curt rubbed the others' hips, “Come on.”

“Yes, sir.” Ken nodded against his chest, sitting up with his hands resting on Curt’s pecks.

“Ready?”

“Mhm.”

Ken sat up on his knees letting Curt line him up perfectly with his entrance. The moment he felt his tip enter him he immediately lost it. Four days without Curtis Biddicks cock was some other worldly hell for him.

“Oh you feel amazing, darlin’.” Curt whined out grabbing onto Ken immediately as he began moving himself on his cock, “You’re such a gorgeous boy my beautiful, beautiful angel.” Curt stared up at the halo of morning sun swirling around Ken’s curls. Curt left a hand on his hips sliding his hand grabbing onto his cock.

“Oh hell,” Ken almost tumbled forward onto Curt but quickly caught himself on the bed frame.

“Must’a really liked that one?”

“Yes, sir.”

Curt let a wide, curling, devious smile enter into jerking his hand up on Ken’s cock again, “Oh, oh.” Ken stuttered out pushing a hand out against the bed frame.

“Mhm, you like that you little slut?” Curt growled pushing his hips into Ken’s as he sank down again. Ken threw his head back with a grunt as he finally let his body collapse forward onto Curt. His forearms resting on his chest, rocking his ass back and forth in attempted movements.

“Oh my god…Curt.” Ken whimpered into his chest, mouthing at him and nipping, his hips rocking. Curt almost balls deep inside of him right when he felt Curt hit his spot, “Please keep going. Mhm…”

“Oh you asked so nicely for it, who am I to deny you your orgasm?” Curt bucked his hips up causing Ken to feel the white, hot tension in his stomach tighten arching his back as he clenched his teeth together. “Come on, let me see your pretty eyes.”

Ken pushed his hips back hard as Curt grabbed Ken’s jaw forcing him to make eye contact. “So fuckin’ gorgeous and it’s all just for me, yeah?”

“Yes, Curtie. Oh my god.” Ken could barely form words moving his hips back and forth his cock in Curt’s hand. The white substance seeped from his tip, “m’ so close, daddy.”

“What was that, baby?”

“Daddy, I’m so close.” Ken felt the hot tears pricking his eyes, grabbing onto Curt’s shoulders and smashing his face into his collarbone.

“Do you want me to,”

“Please, oh my god, please!” Ken cut him off sinking his nails into his shoulders leaving little crescent moon indents.

“Cum for me you beautiful little whore.” Curt growled into Ken’s ear, the other releasing all over his hand, his body going rigid.

“I fucking love you, Kenny.” Curt murmured, filling Ken with the warm substance, Ken repeatedly clenching down into him his mouth agape. Ken laid on Curt’s chest while he rode out the aftershocks, Ken slowly mouthing at Curt his pink lips making a soft hum against him.

“I love you too,” Ken smiled. He felt literal euphoria. The sun lightening them golden, Curt’s soft skin on his cheek, and his big calloused hands on his hips. He felt like he was in heaven and he wanted to stay here forever.

Then the loud howling from outside the door started, “It’s your turn to let him out.”

“It’s my birthday!” Ken broke a wide smile on his cheeks and gently slapped Curt’s chest. He rolled off of Curt and watched him sit up and grab for his prosthetic. “Thank you.”

“Hm?” Curt turned, raising an eyebrow at Ken.

“For the sex.”

“It’s your first birthday present,” Curt stepped into his prosthetic and placed a kiss on Ken’s forehead.

“Well, unless it’s Barry Keoghan I don’t know if anything will be better than that…” Ken rested a hand on his chest and held a hand out for Curt.

“I can do the impression but I don’t see the resemblance.” Curt kissed Ken’s knuckles and grabbed for his boxers. Ken started giggling but quickly interrupted by Humvee starting his barking again.

“I’ll be right there Hums.” Curt tripped over himself putting on the boxers and caught that door handle before he could fall.

“Be careful.”

“Love you, oh and.” Curt stopped leaning on the door frame and tapped it, “Happy birthday my angel.”

[yourlocalabstraction]

your soul design is so yumilicious I need all the details now on my dinner plate

fr tho I want to know all the soul design lore how did you create such a creature /vpos

OKOKOHHHHHHOKOK BUCKLE IN. YOU’RE GONNA GET THE FULL DESIGN PROCESS

I struggled the most with Soul ngl. I couldn’t really think of anything I could add that would differentiate him from the fanon standard. I’m a lil upset I couldn’t think of something more original, but nonetheless he turned out quite lovely !!!

I started with the color picking. I was very insistent on making everyone’s colors proportional to eachother. The main colors should have (about) the same saturation/brightness, contrasting colors that are the exact opposite hue of the main color, respective black/grey/white values (soul’s ‘grey’ color is more teal bc color theory but yea), shit like that i guess. The final palette is on the right, it’s what I use today.

Soul never got fully fleshed out concept sheets like the other two. I guess my brain just filled in the rest of the gaps without having to draw them. (I apologize for never finishing these btw. It’s been months man. I hope the blorbo doodles in the corner make up for it) The second image was done a lot later than the first btw. Idk if that matters but I’m bringing it up anyway.

His fit inspo came mostly from Pinterest. I just compiled a bunch of shit I think he’d wear. Plus a majestic cape because it makes him look plenty more epic.

OK MOVING ON. I decided that his main gimmick would be my take on his shaded side. The idea was to make it represent dissonance, and how it affects Soul. The shadow is basically just this fuckin void. It has no physical form, and you can just stick your hand in there if you’d like (he sometimes stores the trident there). However I wouldn’t recommend it. The feeling is indescribable, but very uncomfortable. The void has a life of it’s own in a way. It does not stay confined within the Soul’s physical form (or in my case, his lineart). When conflict is at a high, like, tridential regicide level high, the void will get very close to fully overtaking him. It only fully disappears once true concord is reached, and starts reforming when the next cycle starts.

Also, the mask !!!!! Throughout cacophony, Soul is having a huge fucking identity crisis and shit. He doesn’t really have a physical organ like the other two. He doesn’t know why he’s here, or what he did to deserve this, or why nothing he’s trying works, and just. What is he if he’s failing at his main purpose???? I think because of this, he doesn’t like showing his face around the other two. He needs to assert is power, and thinks that showing his face will make him come of softer and less of someone to obey, if that makes sense. He only really takes it off when he’s alone in his room or pocket dimension (still trying to decide if they have a mock ‘apartment’, or ever did at one point). But once he has the character arc in Two Wuv, it permanently comes off !!! Wahoo!!!!!!! If only the next cycle weren’t to start, resetting his newfound self image to its previous state !!!!!!!!!!

Ok this is getting long im putting a read more thing

This image was very helpful for designing the tine shapes!! Guess which one is Soul’s !!!!!! (Spoiler alert, im pretty sure its either the 2nd or 6th ones in the 2nd row. However i genuinely dont remember. This may not even be the right image)

Soul also has a strange tie with eyes. If the halves have pissed him off to the point of no return, he does this fuckin analog horror stare that freaks the shit out of them (although heart cant see he remembers it very well. Plus, he just k n o w s that extra eye is there). I haven’t really played around with this, but I like the idea of a freakishly absurd amount of eyes hidden within the shadow. I should maybe like. Draw that sometime.

Also, expect a Soil patch update in the future!! I’d like to make his fangs more deranged, and maybe add an earth pattern to the cape. Right now, he has no symbols on him that represent him in the astronomy metaphor.

Uhhhh i hoped this helped??? If i missed anything you were hoping to know about, do let me know !!!!!!!

[bucketinyourwalls]

Body Guard!Postal 4 Dude x Reader

WARNINGS: Slight angst, mentions of a gunshot and stab wound, blood, OOC Dude (I’m far too dumb to get his personality right), rushed and shit writing

Word Count: 1449

A/N: It’s been a good while since I’ve written anything so I’m sorry if this turns out to be shit. And thanks to @strawbrygashez for inspiring me to take a stab at writing fanfiction again so I can write about two old people in love <3. And as an add-on, gonna have this take place after the events of Postal 4, primarily since I’m too lazy to look up the lore and try to remember everything about this game past Tuesday.

“Come in.”

You stared at the door as you heard a knock, assuming it was the new bodyguard your boss had sent you. You were due for a meeting with one of the people you work with in a few days, so your boss figured you’d need a bodyguard. She knows you’re able to fight and defend yourself if all goes to shit, but you’re getting up in age and figured extra help would be nice. Besides, having a bodyguard would be nice. At least for this job.

But with those thoughts finishing up, you saw a man enter your office. And to say the least, he looked like shit. Guy was in a purple bathrobe of all things and may as well just be wearing pajamas. And... are those socks with sandals?? But eh, whatever. Maybe this guy will be better aside from his appearance and god awful smell.

“I’m assuming you’re the bodyguard my boss hired?” You stared at him as you spoke, carefully studying the man as he sat down.

“Uh, yeah. That’s me, I guess.” He responded while glancing around the place, seemingly bored. And honestly, you don’t blame him. The place wasn’t too interesting, nor was the job. And for a man of his age from what little scraps of information you’ve gotten, the work would better be suited for someone younger. Or just someone with an actual interest.

“Mm, yep. Say, aren’t you just a tad too old to be working jobs like these? Or are you just doing this for fun while in retirement?” You continued staring at him while speaking, with the man quiet for a few seconds before laughing. “Man, you’re kind of funny. If that’s the case, wouldn’t you be too old for this kind of shit as well-?” He asked while looking at you, crossing his arms and seemingly enjoying the interaction between you two.

“Ah, I wish. That would be so damn good to just get some rest...“ You softly smiled at his words while thinking, but quickly returned to a more serious demeanor. “So, ‘Postal Dude’, right? Man, your parents must have hated you for that to be your legal name. And as an extra note, couldn’t you have come in something just a bit more professional? Plus, you smell like shit.” You kept examining him while questioning, wondering just why he had to come here dressed like that. What the hell does your boss see in this guy?

“Eh, don’t care much. Just here for some quick cash. And yeah, guess my parents really did. But eh, at least the names a bit funny.”

With his answer you just sighed, getting up from your desk and placing a hand on his shoulder as you headed towards your door. “It’s almost lunch, so I’ll be going now. But, for the day that you do start working with us make sure you actually smell good. And try to dress at least decently. I don’t want to be seen with a guy that goes to work in a bathrobe.” And without further words you walked out to grab lunch, not bothering to let him ask for anything further.

For now, until the job was over the two of you were stuck with each other. And after the job, you two were still stuck.

Surprisingly, he did a really good job. And so, your boss permanently hired him for the rest of your work. At first it definitely wasn’t the best, but thankfully you two actually managed to become friends, and your work is now just more enjoyable. Hell, you even managed to gain a little crush on the guy. It was confusing as hell, but you already knew the feelings weren’t mutual.

Especially now that you’re dying in an alley.

Hah... how could a simple smoke break jump to you being attacked by three guys looking to take your shit? God, the world is so shit. And now because of a simple smoke break, you had a gun wound near your side and a deep stab wound in your thigh. Maybe even a badly bleeding cut near your neck. Not even mentioning all the other less deep stab wounds closer to areas considered fatal and all the little cuts constantly stinging. Either way, you’re bruised quite badly, your face is bloodied to high hell, and you’re bleeding out.

“Heh... this sucks.” You quietly muttered to yourself, holding to your bleeding side and trying to keep all the blood in. If you’re lucky, maybe Dude would find you. Maybe he would save you. But, you already knew that was a hopeless possibility. Life isn’t a fairytale, after all. It’s shit, and people die. And now, you were about to be one of those people.

God knows how long you just sat surrounded by trash and your own blood. You could already tell that your vision was slowly going black and fading. Guess this dingy alley is where you’d die, huh? Too bad you never got to tell Dude about your little crush on him. Too bad you never got to say proper goodbyes to what family you have left, both biological and found. Too bad you never got to finally retire.

But none of that mattered now. Your consciousness was quickly slipping, and your body slowly went limp. And as the black void nearly consumed your vision, you heard a voice yelling out for you, with both the voice and rapid footsteps quickly coming closer. It was Dude’s voice. But, none of it mattered anyways. At least he was willing to help you, even if you were on your dying breath.

But just maybe, you managed to live. It’s a surprise to be sure, but a pleasant one. And speaking of pleasant surprises, you slowly woke up and softly hissed at the bright lights, having to take a while to adjust to the sheer white.

“Jesus, I thought I lost you!”

At the words you slowly looked over to your right, beholding a noticeably concerned Dude sitting by your side. Did he really wait here the whole time?

“Dude-? Did you really wait for me?” You asked while quietly chuckling, with Dude blushing a small but noticeable shade of red. Huh, weird.

“Hah, you look cute when you blush.” You chuckled again, enjoying his reactions before he gently grabbed your hand, wearing a concerned expression.

“C’mon, quit joking around. You could’ve died y’know. Tch, you’re a fucking dumbass.” As he spoke his voice was laced with concern, with his eyes constantly darting around. Even with his sunglasses on, it was noticeable as all hell. “Damn, you sound so sappy. It’s disgusting, stop that.” You joked while playfully hitting his shoulder, doing what you could to cheer him up and keep yourself calm at the same time. But well, it wasn’t quite working for either of you.

“Besides, why do you care so much? Not like you’re in love with me or anything.” You continued joking around, but his awful silence and growing blush certainly said another story. “You’re not actually in love with me, right?”

For a good while he remained silent before smirking, quietly laughing as he put an arm around your shoulder, mindful of your wounds. “Of course I am, and I know you are too. What, don’t think I’d notice the little crush you had on me?”

And now was your turn to become flustered. Has it really been so noticeable the whole time? But either way even with his words, you were simply glad that your feelings were mutual. And for the first time in a while, just glad to be alive.

“Well, I’m glad those feelings are mutual.” You softly chuckled before gently grabbing his chin, moving a few loose gray hairs out of the way while admiring his cute ass face. “May I?”

“Of course, my love.”

And with his confirmation, the two of you shared a kiss. And honestly, it was better than you thought. On both ends it remained soft and satisfying, lasting for as long as it needed until the two of you pulled away from each other. The slightly dazed look resting upon his face was certainly a sight to behold.

“You look so fucking cute, y’know that?” You softly smiled at him and his dazed face, with him doing the same. “And so do you, my love. God, I love you so fucking much.” And with his response you continued smiling, resting your forehead against his own. The moment was so nice. It was so peaceful. And the two of you never wanted it to end.

“I love you so much, Dude.”

“Hah... love ya too, my dear.”

[sophsun1]

I think I read it once on LJ that it was Gale’s or something like that because he or an actress wore it in one of his movies but i don’t know how much water that holds tbh. I did spent some time trying to find more about it now but I couldn’t except an entry from 2006 (it’s titled Brian Questions…) someone wrote an answer to the bracelet question that apparently they ditched the bracelet because it became really popular and extras would show up with it or something but again idk if that’s anything. Although I did find it interesting because i never noticed before, in 3x04 after Justin puts the bracelet on him, Brian walks inside and is messing with it and then he unties it and tosses it away. And in the last shot before the credits you can see really quickly he isn’t wearing it anymore. So maybe story wise it kind of makes sense why he’d ditch it after his nephew steals it. But damn do i miss it later on.

Hey anon!

Okay now I cannot rest until I know the truth on this matter!!!

One of my friends on here said they also read it was Gale's but that he stopped wearing it because it broke lmao, the conspiracy theories are building up.

Having never heard of this before I just personally find it hard to believe that Gale would randomly decide to use his own shell bracelet and the show was like okay cool! Does this mean the lore behind it being bought in Mexico and having his initials engraved on it is real too? Did Gale self insert his own life into it? Is the connection to Brian that strong?

I know it was a really popular item among the fans and many people bought their own replicas ( Not sure if it was merch the show sold, if not they missed out on a LOT of money there)

Yep, if you squint really hard you can see Brian fiddling with the bracelet as he walks into the loft and it's dangling from his hands and then we fade out. There are theories because it was Justin who returned it to him knowing how much it means, we see him being the one to tell Carl the lore behind it. That it was too painful a reminder to Brian on what he's lost as now Justin is also tied to it as a memory, seeing how far he went to get it back and the sexual tension burning between them as he places it on his wrist.

Or once he has the love of his life back, the bracelet doesn't represent what Brian needs anymore. He's no longer the same man he was when he bought it. So there could very well have been meta behind the decision.

But you know I don't believe he would have gotten rid of it completely it's such a big part of his identity and I think they should have kept him wearing it until the end. The whole of Pittsburgh knew of Brian Kinney, the shell bracelet and the power behind it.

[kanamori-kamper-moved]

🥰

KAORU N YUUYU RIGHT NOW/nf

Saying I love you without I love you. THIS PROMPT WORKS SO WELL WITH THEM?? SOBS??

Also there’s more lore for my fanseries in here if you’re interested!! It’s small but yknow

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Kaoru was the most impressive man Yuuyu knew by all means. He was handsome, and caring, and even though it was very telling of her own behavior, he could actually remember the things he needed to do on top of being her manager. But now, that her career as a duelist was getting so big to the point she needed a manager, to her own disappointment, she had to actually be an adult and take care of her responsibilities.

Yuuyu didn’t make a habit of sleeping in, always waking up at 4:15 to prepare pastries for the cafe Vanilla graciously left in her care. Although he was no longer with her, he couldn’t let him down, no matter where he was.

Yuuyu stretched her arms, flipping over her fluffy white blanket and getting out of her bed. No matter how early it was, she was dedicated to her work. Slipping on her shoes, and pulling her sweater onto her slim arms, she pulled herself down the stairs to open up the door to the entrance to the backdoor of the cafe.

To her surprise, the lights were already on. She must’ve forgotten to turn them off before closing up shop. No matter, just a slip up.

But the moment she stepped out of the kitchen to the front of the store, there he was.

Kaoru.

“Oh, Yuuyu!” He perked up, standing in front of a table. “I should’ve called you before coming in, I was just setting tables. Because last time we met, you gave me an extra key in case I needed to get to you, and I just thought you needed some help.

“Oh, no, it’s fine!” Yuuyu slowly walked over to him, feeling somewhat embarrassed for coming down without getting properly dressed to see him. Kaoru wasn’t too formal with what he wore, always a softly colored turtleneck or a sweater with jeans. They fit him oh so well. “You already finished setting them this quick? You must’ve gotten up earlier than me.” Her voice was soft, although still somewhat groggy. The sun had barely come up, after all.

“Do you need help with anything else? I’m free until about 1, I think.” Kaoru asked, turning over to face her.

“I was just about to prepare dough for some croissants, nothing else..” She played with her cotton candy colored hair, trying to avert eye contact to the best she could, “You can get some butter from the fridge and roll it out on a sheet pan while I make the dough. But I wouldn’t wanna trouble you, of course!”

“Please, you never do. It’s a joy to be around you.”

Was it really?

Following Vanillas untimely passing, she wasn’t sure what to do with herself. She’d work herself into the night, and whenever she wasn’t she was locked up in her room, mouth growing thick and venomous with silence. The hours kept passing by, and she never left her house, or touched her deck as the sky shifted and cicadas died. No matter how worried Trip or Hana or, hell, that kind boy, Pit, from nextdoor was, they were to hesitant on knocking on her door to do much.

She didn’t see herself as much of a joy to be around. Her mood swings were awful, whenever she wasn’t putting on a smile and wearing a frilly apron to serve pastries to people she was either rotting away in her bed, scrolling through her phone trying to ignore all of the texts they’d sent together, or crying, not saying a word to anyone unless spoken to first.

But she slowly climbed out of that home, but even then, at times she couldn’t help but miss him. At least there was Kaoru to distract from it.

Yuuyu had taken up dueling in her free time, she’d competed in the Glacé Cup and even though she’d lost it didn’t remove her status as a popular duelist, or any of the friends she’d made, leading her to meet Kaoru.

Her first meeting with him was something she would never forget, she was sure. Just as every other meeting they’d had, even this one.

The two had eventually moved to the kitchen, Yuuyu grabbing a bag of flour from the cabinet and a few measuring cups, just before setting them on the kitchen island. “The pans are in the bottom left cabinet, the rolling pin in the drawer under the sink, next to the big knife.”

“Oh, and don’t forget to grab an apron from the side.

Kaorus expression was just a soft smile, rolling out a stick of butter onto the pan just as Yuuyu had asked so she could roll it into the dough she was preparing. His features were so femininely beautiful, yet so impossibly handsome and masculine.

“Why’d you come here so early, anyway? Not even Hana is up this early, and she works here.” Yuuyu lightly chuckled. “Like I said, I thought you’d need the extra help.”

Even then, his delicate hands kept the same motions. “No, really. I know you, give me the actual reason.”

Running the cafe had become somewhat harder these days, especially after the final duel of the Glacé Cup between Yuuyu and a person she’d rather not name. It was almost like the first days Vanilla had joined The Eight, and the door was practically bust down by all the preteen girls who fancied him.

“Okay, you got me. Maybe I just like spending time with you, what are you gonna do about that?” He turned his head to her once more, smirking.

“Awfully sweet of you, Kaoru.”

“Not as sweet as these croissants, I’m sure. These are gonna be chocolate, right?”

“How’d you know?” She perked up, noticing the carefully handwritten recipe book she’d kept was in the wrong place, being on the kitchen island instead of on the front counter. “I read your recipe book, and I bought one while you weren’t working. They’re to die for, you know. Guess it’s just you working your magic!”

“You could say that..” Yuuyu couldn’t help but blush.

“But speaking of chocolate, fetch me a knife and a bar of it from the freezer.” Yuuyu asked, noticing that Kaoru was done with the butter, having perfectly rolled it into a perfect square which she would fold into the pastry dough.

”Of course, anything for you.”

Anything?

“You can chop that up, boil it over the stove, and make sure to mix it so it doesn’t stick. And put it in a piping bag when it’s done, too.”

Kaoru nodded, doing just as she said. “I really do enjoy spending time with you, y’know. I don’t get much done at home other than just doing paperwork.”

“Even if it’s just making stuff for the cafe, I’m glad.”

Yuuyu’s earlier blush only came from flattery, but this one, was from pure affection. She couldn’t really believe someone could go out of their way to wake up so early just to help her bake some pastries that they wouldn’t even get to eat. “Th.. Thank you..”

“Really, it’s nothing. Just my pleasure.”

“I know things have been hard for you, they really have been, and I’m sure you don’t want to admit it. Just, know I’m here.”

“Even if I’m just your manager, I’m your friend, no, more than your friend, honestly. Don’t be afraid to come to me, okay? I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.” Kaorus smile was soft, even softer than his earlier one, so as to make Yuuyu’s heart melt within her own chest. It was simply too much for her.

Kaoru turned off the stove, licking the partially chocolate covered spoon off with his own tongue. Normally, she would’ve scolded him for it, but she’d let him have this just this once. Just as a treat.

He’d said earlier that these croissants were sweeter than his own actions, but Yuuyu was certain he was even sweeter, to a tooth-rotting degree.

And as Kaoru walked to the cabinet to grab that piping bag, Yuuyu was sure of something as a smile, almost as soft as his, creeped onto her own face.

She was sure that she loved Kaoru, even though he hadn’t said it.

[igbylicious]

AHHHHH SALTY your questions unlocked a lore dump too long to put into the tags (TIL that 30 is the maximum number of tags on a tumblr post) so i’ve tried to put it into a coherent ramble under the cut!!! o(>ω<)o

(…seriously this is ~1k of pure lore. oops?)

firstly, abt reader’s possessive streak!

honestly, pretty much all of them have some degree of possessiveness; it comes with the werewolf thing lol! Yunho is more of an exception than the rule (but even he is not immune to jealousy, just better at regulating it.)

so they all feel that contradictory thing that their alpha does, abt loving to see their mates happily together but also like. hey. what abt me. ^^;;

that being said, the lines between ‘protective’ & ‘possessive’ do blur waaaaayyyy easier for an alpha, or for a werewolf who turned another. and reader is both for some of their mates; so that makes those feelings even more intense and harder to control.

thankfully the alpha has plenty of practice, and also Yunho is very willing to call them out on it if things get out of hand lol

also, although werewolves feel more intensely than humans, they are very ‘live in the moment’ with their emotions! so unless things really get out of hand, there will be some snapping and growling (or sulking lol) at most, but it’s usually nothing that a few good cuddles and/or fucks can’t fix (ᵔ◡ᵔ)

making sure that everyone gets enough attention is the key to a happy group of mates! ♡

how did reader meet the others & general dynamics

San, Yunho and reader grew up in the same pack! (but they broke off to form their own at one point)

for Yunho & reader, things were very smooth sailing; they got attached to each other from an early age, went through a lot of self-discovery together, shared a lot of firsts ♡

also i wouldn’t call Yunho and reader the ‘alpha pair’, but Yunho is the closest thing to a right-hand man of sorts — if only bc he’s the quickest to call out his alpha if the possessive streak ever gets out of hand or they are unreasonable/unfair lol

San, however, lived more isolated in his youth. he was the runt in his litter and by traditional werewolf values, strength matters :(

obv Yunho and reader couldn’t care less abt how strong or weak San might be; if anything, it fuelled their protective natures. (in fact, reader may have gotten into a physical altercation or two w/ anyone who ever dared to be mean to San ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ )

but despite their protection, San still turned out a skittish, withdrawn wolf, and needed some persuasion and warmth before he could open himself up enough to be with them and feel deserving ;; Yunho and reader mated San together at the same time ;;

(there is NO reason to examine why i keep giving San angsty insecurity backstories asdjkjasd no authors exploring old baggage through the safety of fiction here, nope nothing to see!)

as he grew older, San did grow into his strength in massive leaps, almost like his body was making up the late start — however, he is still super submissive despite being among the strongest in the pack now

the submission has just shifted to a healthy place now; San just loves being doted on, or pleasing his mates as a service top uwu. he kinda loves still getting treated like a lil pup, now that it’s coming from a place of love askdjasdjk

[INTERRUPTION] is anyone able to overpower reader?

i have a vague idea for a Yunho x reader centric fic that delves into this question, focusing on the hunt they talked abt in marked 👀 (basically: if they wanna try, the alpha makes them WORK for it)

but in terms of power, Jongho and the alpha are fairly even-matched; Jongho edges out reader in sheer physical strength but reader is far more agile, so a ‘fight’ between them has the potential to go Jongho’s way

which is extra inch resting bc Jongho and reader did have some pride and friction sitting between them, back when Jongho joined 👀

back to how reader met the others & general dynamics! uwu

Jongho and Mingi came into the group as a mated pair; Jongho is a born wolf who turned Mingi during their travels together

when Jongho’s old pack dissolved he decided to wander by himself for a while and came across Mingi; he took one look at Mingi and immediately was like “lol this weak human 100% won’t survive if i let him out of my sight so i guess i have to stick with him now ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

it didn’t take long for Mingi to figure out Jongho had a crush on him bc Jongho is not as subtle as he thinks he is but it *did* take them a while to get their act together lol. eventually Jongho turned Mingi and they became official mates, sometime after which they crossed paths with reader’s pack and decided this was a good place to call home.

but that does mean Jongho was a extra possessive over Mingi when they joined, which was fine at first bc youknow, they’re mated & the alpha is not tyrannical abt pack hierarchy anyway (if anything they’re incredibly relaxed abt it unless a situation really calls for leadership)

but when feelings spread around and a conversation started abt Mingi and Jongho becoming everyone’s mates, it became a lil tense bc Jongho was resistant to fully acknowledge reader as his alpha — particularly when it comes to Mingi

and like i said reader is not tyrannical but they do expect to be recognised as alpha; so they needed some time to settle into a dynamic that felt comfortable for them both

now there is a sort-of-compromise where Jongho respects reader’s position as alpha of the pack while reader respects Jongho’s position as the one who turned Mingi; they occasionally bump heads but make it work just fine ♡ (esp when they can blow off steam together or even w/ Mingi involved uwu)

(also Mingi highkey EATS IT UP to see Jongho act that way over him lol. Jongho has a hard time expressing his feelings so Mingi likes to (lovingly) tease him abt how extremely embarrassing for Jongho to be forced to admit he feels so strongly abt Mingi and Mingi LOVES it asdkjadsjk)

i’m still Thinking Thoughts abt Hongjoong, Seonghwa & Yeosang; there’s a few different ideas that i don’t wanna pin down just yet — but i am pretty set on the order; Hwa and Yeosang joined the pack before Mingi & Jongho did, while Hongjoong was the last before Wooyoung

idk it’s just fun to me to make the irl captain into the baby of the group lol. Joong gets to be a lil menace without carrying too many responsibilities on his shoulders in this AU. as a treat.

he is just abt as enthusiastic abt skinship in this au as he is irl so you can imagine how that goes sometimes ♡(>ᴗ•) Yeosang has a similar issue, but in his case there usually is some degree of ‘the wolf doth protest too much’ going on hehe~ meanwhile Hwa is the biggest grooming enthusiast ( ◡‿◡ )♡

OKAY I AM DONE I HAVE BLARFED OUT EVERYTHING I HAVE TO GIVE THANKYOU TO WHOEVER IS STILL HERE FOR LISTENING ASKJDASKJDAJK (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

marked [jwy x reader]

pairing: Wooyoung x gn afab reader (briefly feat. Yunho & background poly ot8)

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff, werewolf AU, found family

summary: Wooyoung is the newest member of your pack, and under tonight’s full moon you will claim him as your mate. (OR: Wooyoung knots for the very first time and you fuck him through it 👀)

wc: 8.1k

warnings: sub Wooyoung, dom alpha reader, reader is physically stronger than Wooyoung, predator / prey play, knotting, breeding kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected vaginal sex, creampies, stomach bulge / cum inflation, biting & marking (w/ light blood mention), cunnilingus, face-sitting, cum eating, reader has a mild possessive streak, implied m x m, Wooyoung is called ‘good boy’ & ‘pup’, a sprinkling of hurt / comfort

a/n: @wooyoungisbaby asked me if i would turn Wooyoung into a werewolf & then i blacked out and suddenly there were 8k of words on my screen ฅV•̀ᴥ•́Vฅ

a/n²: idk how to put this in the warnings but werewolves have an estrous reproductive cycle in this fic, and there is an off-hand mention that the reader is not currently fertile. just to balance out my own ‘love breeding kink, squicked by pregnancy’ conundrum ^^

Sunlight trickles through the cherry trees overhead, a light canopy of pastel pinks looking down on you and Wooyoung. The gentle sunlight warms you with the glow of spring, a blossom swirling down the breeze to land right on Wooyoung’s nose.

He barely even notices, too busy fussing in your embrace. You’re curled up against his back, and your arms have him pulled into your chest, legs tangled together. There is a blooming tapestry of red marks on his neck; gentle indents of your teeth, slow bruises sucked into his delicate skin.

You blow the cherry blossom off his nose with a giggle, and the pink petal flutters down into the grass, luscious green brimming with white and yellow daisies. The flowers give off a pleasantly sweet waft but you are not interested in floral aromas, only in the alluring scent radiating from Wooyoung’s heated body.

You burrow your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in deep as Wooyoung whines in your hold.

“Easy, pup,” you coo at him, and lightly pinch his waist in warning. “Don’t want to wear yourself out before tonight, do you?”

“I won’t, I won’t,” he says, wiggling in your arms. He hisses when your teeth sink into the tender skin of his neck again, the noise morphing into a breathy, pitched moan as you lap at the bite. “Just wanna play…”

You giggle at his protests; Wooyoung is easily the most rambunctious pup you have ever dealt with.

Sometimes you find it most effective to fuck the misbehaviour out of him, to burn off all his frenzied energy as you ride him — or to make him wear himself out on your cunt, your fingers tightly wrapped in his hair as you hold him down, his mouth eager to please.

But sometimes, that feels like just a bit too much of a reward for his mischievous ways.

For those moments, you prefer your current strategy; to force Wooyoung into a cuddle, spooning him as you playfully gnaw on his neck and shoulder. If you hold him down long enough, his endless squirming will tire him out just the same as any other method. Wooyoung might be energetic — but he is a young pup, turned only four weeks ago, whereas you are a born wolf, and he cannot stand up against your superior strength.

It’s hard to believe he has been in your life for barely a year; Wooyoung was all alone in the world when you stumbled on him during a hunt; a lonely, pitiful creature with no-one else to turn to. Your wolf had demanded for you to grant him protection and you listened, never led astray by your canine instincts. You brought him into the pack, where your mates welcomed him with open arms.

At first, it was just a visit; so he could catch his breath, rest up and decide what to do next. But when Wooyoung decided to extend his stay indefinitely, he soon decided he wanted to be turned as well.

(If there’s one thing you quickly learned about Wooyoung, it’s that he never does things halfway. It was you and your mates who talked him into waiting for a while, until he was absolutely sure, but Wooyoung never wavered.)

You were the one to do the honours, pinning him down under the light of the full moon, your seven mates surrounding you in a wide circle. Wooyoung had seen you in wolf form before; he’d even napped while curled up against your huge lycan body, engulfed in dark fur — but it was never like this, never with your jaws snapping right in his face, clawed paws heavy on his chest as your scorching breaths fell down on his vulnerable, tiny figure. You were careful not to crush him, of course, but he needed to keep still; no matter how willing he was, a human’s instinct runs deep when a predator’s maw closes around their weak flesh.

Wooyoung was not immune to those instincts, and your chest ached when he cried out in pain at your bite. His hands pushed uselessly against your head, but you are strong even for a wolf; and the limited capacities of his fragile human body stood no chance against you at the height of your power, basking in moonlight.

You had lapped at his wound afterwards, easing him through his shakes as your saliva mixed with his blood, broken skin mending under your raspy tongue into a darkened scar as the first seed of his transformation took hold.

For four weeks now, Wooyoung’s body has been changing under the surface. It comes with restless agitation, giving him more energy and stamina than he knows what to do with, yet the process is also exhausting; a slow adjustment to his heightened senses, stronger muscles, an increased sensitivity to the presence of others — your presence especially, as the one who turned him.

And tonight is an important stage in Wooyoung’s lycan life; the next full moon. His first complete transformation, catalysed by the moon’s bright luminescence.

The reshaping of his human body into a wolf is a symbolic milestone, but it will also unlock Wooyoung’s full potential, allowing him to grow into his full strength. With time, he will even learn to transform regardless of the night sky — though only few werewolves are powerful enough to deny a full moon.

(You are, but you see little reason to ever deny the celestial body that has given you so much.)

Now, lazing in the sun together, you lap at the scar you left on Wooyoung’s skin that night. All your other bites always heal rapidly but this one lingers, and always will. You are eager for tonight, when you get to add a second permanent mark to him. To imprint on him as your mate.

Your neck and shoulders are already littered with the seven bites of your other mates, binding their spirits to yours, but there is always room for one more; especially if that one more is your Wooyoung, your playful, mischievous pup whose sensitive heart bursts with love and easy affection.

Of course, you have laid with Wooyoung long before tonight — as have your other mates. You always needed to treat Wooyoung like glass, knowing how easily you could break him; but Wooyoung never made it easy to hold back.

Loneliness had carved a deep, dry well in his chest cavity; never realising the depths of his emptiness until you and your mates submerged him in a lake of care and devotion, replenishing his marred soul. Hungrily, Wooyoung had taken anything that you felt safe to give him, while he freely gave back all he had.

These past four weeks, you have tested his limits together, watched how they stretched further and further as Wooyoung slowly grows into his powers — and tonight, you won’t have to hold back any longer.

“Wanna play…” Wooyoung whines again, and you follow his gaze to San and Mingi, who are laughing and rough-housing by the edge of the nearby brook, just down a gentle slope of grassland.

You hesitate, not wanting to let go of Wooyoung. But… are you still holding onto him just to keep him well-behaved? Long years of sharing your mates have taught you to recognise a possessive streak when you feel one, and the resistance against releasing Wooyoung from your arms feels awfully familiar.

Maybe it’s nothing but greed; your urge to trap Wooyoung in your arms, to flood yourself in his scent, to keep his neck littered with your bites.

You had found Wooyoung, you had turned him, and a primal instinct calls out from deep within you, to always remind the others that you claimed him for his first full moon.

But from somewhere deep underneath the possessive wolf, you know very well that it would do Wooyoung good to stay bonded with your other mates — his future mates. They will respect your claim.

You tip Wooyoung’s chin, lightly pecking his lips. “Promise to save some energy for me, my sweet pup,” you smile at him, and loosen your grip.

Wooyoung perks up when you release him from your hold — but instead of immediately bolting off to San and Mingi, he turns around in your arms to dive in for a deep, heated kiss. He sucks at your bottom lip, repaying your bites with one of his own. You yelp in surprise at his sudden passion, and Wooyoung giggles at the undignified noise, his laugh bright and filled with adoration.

“I will,” he breathes between kisses. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” His lips brush against your neck and shoulders, against the seven marks that he will join tonight. “Wanna be with you. So badly.”

“But first you wanna play,” you tease him, and lightly push him away, before your possessive nature takes over and you can never let him go ever again. “Go. They’re waiting for you. Just like I will.”

Wooyoung presses one final kiss to your neck, then lets himself be pushed away and joins San and Mingi. You watch them with an odd mingle of jealousy and joy; joy to see Wooyoung’s happiness with your other mates, jealous to see them without you.

It is a familiar maze to navigate; you are no stranger to possessive urges, yet you also feel blessed beyond measure that your mates love each other as much as they love you. The two feelings are in conflict yet forever intertwined; they are less two sides of the same coin, and more the sides of the same mobius strip; inherently connected, endlessly feeding into one another.

However, you are broken out of your musings by a gentle breeze from behind you. It brings a familiar scent that effortlessly tears the mobius strip in half, halting its flow through your emotions.

You turn around to see Yunho standing underneath one of the cherry trees, a few blossoms sticking to his dark hair and a faint smile on his face as he observes how the good-natured wrestling between San, Mingi and Wooyoung has turned into a rowdy cuddle pile. Yunho notices you looking at him, and he gives you a slow nod, eyes twinkling. You reach out a hand, beckoning him closer, and his smile deepens.

Yunho’s long fingers wrap around yours, never letting go as he sits down next to you in the grass. Immediately you take advantage of his proximity, wiggling yourself between his legs to curl up against his warm chest.

Yunho chuckles at your need for touch, loosely putting his arms around your waist. It’s a stark contrast to how you held Wooyoung earlier; Yunho does not fear the loss of you, resting in the tempered confidence from years of devotion. His mark on your neck is the oldest, and your eyes flutter shut as you luxuriate in the comfort of his scent, like earthy woods and petrichor. You didn’t realise just how badly you missed the grounding familiarity of him until right this second, and you sigh out in bliss, leaning deeper into him.

For just a moment, you let go of your possessive jealousy over Wooyoung — but Yunho does not.

“Gotta admit, didn’t think I’d see you separated from Wooyoung’s side anytime this month. Especially not today,” he chuckles, rubbing a lazy hand over your waist.

A self-conscious warmth flushes under your skin. Yunho does always see you clearest. “I got a little carried away, didn’t I?”

“No more than last time,” he says, a quiet laugh rumbling in his chest. “Or any time before. Remember Hongjoong? Yeosang? We practically had to drag you off of them to give those poor guys some peace and quiet.”

“I was taking care of them!” you huff, even if you know Yunho’s right.

“And you’re taking good care of Wooyoung now,” Yunho says, and he presses a soft kiss on your temple. “I’m not saying it’s bad — I’m so happy that we have Wooyoung now, really,” he murmurs, gathering you a little closer in his arms. “But… I did miss you these last weeks. Especially knowing there won’t be a hunt tonight…”

“Oh? You think you would’ve been the one to catch me?” you tease Yunho, poking his chest. “Confident, aren’t we!”

“Think I would’ve had a good shot,” Yunho says, grin widening.

A faint heat sparks inside you at his easy confidence, bringing back memories of how he earned that confidence over and over again. “I missed you too,” you admit, feeling apologetic. You had promised to lead your mates on a chase under the full moon again soon; but through your refusal to share Wooyoung with the others, you also stopped sharing yourself. “We will make up for time after Wooyoung has settled, I swear.”

“I know we will,” Yunho hums. “For now, keep taking care of our Wooyoung first. The pup needs you to get through tonight.”

You glance up at Wooyoung — but the first thing you see is San, who is face-down in the grass, yelping as Mingi and Wooyoung playfully got him pinned down; Wooyoung’s teeth are locked around San’s bicep while Mingi laughs, nipping at his mark on San’s neck.

“…Or maybe San is the one who needs you?” Yunho says, cocking his head at the chaos in front of him.

San laughs helplessly, resigned to his fate, until he realises they are being watched. He wheezes out a weak “help!” as he reaches out to you and Yunho, a desperate dimple poking at his cheek.

Yunho muffles a laugh with his hand, and gives you a sideways grin. “I’ll get Mingi, you handle Wooyoung?”

You grin back at Yunho. “Oh, I’ll handle him alright.”

The day’s warmth has cooled in the hours of dusk, but there is nothing to cool the blood pulsing through your veins, running hot with canine hunger. The wolf inside you is utterly transfixed on Wooyoung; your senses are growing ever more keen as the moon bathes you in her light, and the scent of Wooyoung is almost overwhelming now. His sweetness permeates the air so thick that you can taste him on your tongue; his excitement, his impatience, his need to be taken and claimed by his alpha. By you.

Wooyoung turns his head, eyes glittering darkly as they meet yours, an agitated energy crackling around him.

This is all new to him, you remind yourself. He does not know what to do with all these untamed impulses that pound against his chest and growl in the back of his head. You will teach him, show him exactly how to control the wolf, and how to let it run free. You will show him everything.

And Wooyoung may be a predator now, but you shall devour him all the same.

You stand together at the forest’s edge, but your gaze lingers on Wooyoung’s exposed collarbones, already contemplating where to leave your mating bite. Right next to the mark of when you turned him? Or do you want to cover as many different parts of him as you can? Both options are tempting in their own ways.

For now, you simply cup the back of Wooyoung’s head and pull him close so you can kiss your first mark on him. “Remember the clearing we picked out?” you murmur, tongue darting out over the old scar tissue. “Let’s make a race of it. You get there before I do, I’ll have a nice surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” Wooyoung says, his eyes shining with eager curiosity. “You’re on.”

Without warning, he bolts deeper into the forest, giving himself a generous head’s start as he leaves you behind. Your most rambunctious pup, for sure.

You grin, pleased at the challenge he gives you.

Just to give him fairer odds, you wait a little longer. You breathe in deeply as you pull the lingering scent of Wooyoung into your lungs, and clench your muscles, feeling your lupine power in just a simple contraction. You can still hear him in the distance, twigs breaking underfoot, the rustling of the underbrush. He is getting farther now, embracing his newfound agility; perhaps even thinking he stands a chance. You lick your lips at the thought, knowing how misguided it would be… then you leap into motion, starting your pursuit.

The wolf revels in this opportunity to show off its full power, and you dart through the woods with nimble swiftness. A faint cloud-cover hangs in the sky above, but the moon still pierces through to provide ample light. You do not need it, not with your keen senses guiding you; but for Wooyoung the illumination will surely be helpful to try and beat you to the clearing.

You can smell Wooyoung’s excitement in the air; you can hear him pant for breath as he pushes his body to new limits, fevered blood rushing through him with every pump of his heart, and his eagerness to outrun you feeds right into your own thrill of the chase.

Because for you, it’s not about whether Wooyoung beats you to the clearing.

For you, it’s about the hunt.

You are not as skilled a tracker as your other mates, but you don’t need to be. You know exactly where Wooyoung is going, and he is not subtle in making his way.

It does not take you long to catch up with Wooyoung, spurred on by your need to pounce on him, to finally claim what is rightfully yours. Wooyoung does not notice your presence immediately; he may be empowered by the moon same as you, but he is not as practised at making use of his gifts.

But when he does catch sight of you, your sudden proximity goads Wooyoung’s competitive spirit to new heights, completely unaware of the fact that he is not a competitor; he is prey. You revel in his innocent, breathless laugh, the lively spark in his eyes — eyes that widen when you lunge, right at him.

There is no real force behind your tackle, just playfully grabbing onto him to fall into a tumble together — then immediately release him. Wooyoung scrambles back on his feet, staring at you with wide eyes, his heart slamming against his rib-cage. His hair is in disarray, leafs and twigs stuck in the longish strands, a light scratch across his cheek.

“What was that?” he blurts out; miffed, but not entirely displeased. His scent easily gives that away.

“Better keep running, young pup,” you warn him, a light growl edging into your voice, lips curving to expose sharpened teeth.

Something about your grin causes a skip in Wooyoung’s pulse as he finally realises the true nature of your game. His human instincts have not yet faded entirely, a small bump of fear in his throat — but it is mere background noise in the heady waft of arousal that you catch in the air. Wooyoung is excited.

However, he is also not ready to submit to you, his rebellious spirit still burning strong. “Then you better keep up, old-timer,” he says, grinning right back at you.

He gives you no chance to respond to his taunt, dashing off through the woods again. Already Wooyoung is getting faster than before, and for a moment you indulge him again, letting him believe he is pulling ahead. The clearing is nearby; you can see it in the distance, cloud-cover pulling away to bathe the area in radiant moonlight, setting the forest aglow.

Wooyoung laughs in triumph at the sight; it is cute how confident he is of victory… but not cute enough to let him have it.

Again, you tackle him to the ground — and this time, you do not give Wooyoung an easy escape. He yipes, struggling on pure impulse as you wrestle him down, rolling over the rough forest until you pin down his arms and come to a stop, right on a soft patch of moss.

He whines and instinctively tries to throw you off him, but your grip on him is too tight. He stills when you drape yourself over him, breath scorching against his neck. The vein beneath your lips throbs.

“Surprise,” you whisper, and latch onto his throat.

Wooyoung cries out, back arching as he scrambles to grab onto your shoulders, hips jerking upward. He is hard against your thigh.

You draw a shuddering breath at how he squirms against your hold, exuding dizzying arousal from his pores. Already Wooyoung’s nails begin to elongate into claws, digging through your clothes to scrape at your shoulders. You giggle at his lack of control, allowing your teeth to sharpen as you nip at his jugular.

“Not so fast, my sweetling,” you say, trailing your mouth up to his jaw. “No need to rush. Let’s have some fun first.”

He shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut as he trembles, the beast within encroaching on his lucidity. “D-don’t know if I can—”

“You can,” you growl lowly, yanking his arms down to force them against the ground. “You will listen to your alpha, pup, and it’s not your time yet.”

Wooyoung whimpers in submission, tilting his head back as the wolf retreats with its tail tucked between its legs. You lap at the exposed skin of his neck to soothe the harshness of your reprimand, but it needed to be done.

Wooyoung is such an energetic pup; better he burns some of that energy now, to make his transformation easier to control. It’ll be hard enough on him as it is, and you will do anything within your power to smoothen the process.

Just lucky for you that the best way to help Wooyoung, is exactly what your own wolf calls out for; demanding for you to ravish Wooyoung until not an inch of his skin has gone untouched, to mark him as your own. To have him sink deep inside your waiting cunt, and take everything he has to give.

You press your mouth against his in a starved kiss, tongue delving past his willing lips as you pull and tear at his clothes, encouraging him to do the same with yours. Your fingers glide over Wooyoung’s chest, his stomach, his thighs, every part of him you can reach; never stopping the slow roll of your hips into his, hot mouth swallowing every moan wrested from Wooyoung’s throat by your aggressive worship.

His muffled keening makes your blood sing, but it is not enough, not nearly enough to sate you. You tear your lips away from his and Wooyoung whines at the loss, his moans free and loud and delectable.

Your wolf growls sweetly, pleased at Wooyoung’s shameless need for you, and for a moment you simply revel in his existence, his pretty noises, the pitiful way he writhes underneath you. You admire how his tanned skin glows under the moonlight, stars dancing in the reflection of his wide, dark eyes as he stares up at you in desperate reverence.

“Hmgh, w-want— want—” he babbles, a shimmer of unshed tears joining the vibrant constellation in his eyes.

You can’t help but marvel at how fortunate you are, to have found another beautiful mate to add to your devoted family. Your fingers play over his sharp jawline, his striking features merging together into such a pretty face. The face of someone who is so generous with his love and his mischief; using both to take care of his loved ones in all the ways they need — but first needing to be tamed himself.

“Hm? What do you want, Wooyoungie?” you purr at him, pushing away the tattered remains of clothes. His cock is hot and aching against your folds, but you don’t take him inside just yet. “Behave, and I might just give it to you.”

Wooyoung makes a tearful noise, grabbing at your waist and ass with sharpened claws. “Want you,” he whines, and you hiss at how his nails scrape at your skin. He tries not to scratch at you, but Wooyoung does not know his own body right now, struggling to comprehend both his limits and full capabilities. “Please, please, need you, it— it’s too much, I can’t—”

A thin sheen of sweat sets his skin further aglow, and his addled pleas slip deep between your ribs, appealing to the softer side of your wolf — with success. Because you are not only a predator; as an alpha, you are a caretaker as well.

And, looking at your sweet pup, whose lucidity is rapidly slipping through his clawed hands, who is frenzied and disoriented from what’s happening to him; perhaps ‘behave’ is too cruel a demand to make of him right now.

Gently you peel his hands off of you, and lift them to your lips to nip at his knuckles. “Breathe, my good boy, deep breaths,” you soothe him, rolling your hips a little firmer against his cock, giving him much-needed friction. “I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry.”

Wooyoung tries to follow instructions, drawing hitched breaths — but he chokes on a wretched groan when your hand wraps around the base of his cock, and guide him as you sink down with a blissful sigh, eyes fluttering shut. Your body is pliant for him, enveloping him in wet heat, and Wooyoung gasps with sharp, staccato moans as his hips jerk, body trembling. He claws at the moss underneath, leaving deeply etched trails in the dirt.

There is a subtle elongation in his joints, the faint crackling of bones and muscle shifting underneath skin as his veins grow more prominent. You bare your teeth, snarling lowly at his wolf to back off, but you know it won’t allow itself to be repressed for much longer. It’s almost time.

You rest your hands on Wooyoung’s chest to give yourself leverage, and start to move.

Wooyoung’s whines grow more animalistic by the second as you ride him hard and fast. He bucks up to meet your every thrust, pouring all his aggression into the slam of his hips. Your cunt twitches around his cock as he hits deep inside, a pleased growl rumbling inside your chest.

The forest is quiet around you, nothing but a soft rush of wind and rustling leafs; its inhabitants know better than to come near two wolves in their moon’s heat. Nothing except the sharp sounds of skin slapping against skin, of raspy moans and pleased snarls.

The heady smell of sweat and arousal mingles with the freshness of the woods, gentle moss and sweet blossoms. Slick leaks down your thighs and onto Wooyoung’s pelvis, and your own instincts become harder and harder to ignore with Wooyoung laying right there underneath you, flushed and splayed out over the forest ground with the vulnerable column of his neck beckoning for your attention. It’s too early for that, but still you drape yourself over him, slating your mouth over his in something that can’t decide whether it’s a bite or a kiss.

Wooyoung groans against your lips, so tightly wired he might snap at any moment. He is beyond desperate for a quick release of tension and you do your best to provide, relentless as you hump into his lap. His cock drags against your clit with every swerve of your hips, your thoughts becoming hazier with every spike of heat Wooyoung sends through you.

Unable to help yourself, your lips trail to his shoulder; the one unmarred by your other bite from turning him. You lap at the skin, exploratory grazes of your teeth as you kiss and suckle at Wooyoung until this side of his neck is completely reddened with bruises and faint teethmarks.

Wooyoung whimpers and snarls, his clawed hands back on your waist as he convulses underneath, the mounting pleasure just as overwhelming as his primal instincts. His skin is feverish, same as yours, sweat-slicked bodies coiled around one another, muscles rippling under the moonlight with brutal stamina.

Suddenly Wooyoung’s noises rise in pitch, and you can feel it before he can even slur the words out, tongue lolling in his mouth.

“F-fuck, it’s— It’s happening— I’m— I— mngh, ahh—”

He swells inside you and Wooyoung stutters out a broken cry when, for the first time in his life, his knot grows.

His jaw falls slack, voice stuck in his throat and tears brimming on his lashes. You tighten around him, hips forced to a halt by the swollen tissue at the base of Wooyoung’s cock, keeping him locked inside you as he shudders and floods your throbbing walls with white heat.

It’s enough to send you over the edge with him, his knot stretching you out and pressing just right against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your vision whites out with a roar of static as your wolf slips out just a little further, and you sink your sharp teeth into soft flesh, breaking skin as you finally claim what is rightfully yours.

Wooyoung spasms underneath you, his arms trembling as he scrambles to hold onto you, every contraction of your walls draining him further.

Mindlessly, you mouth at the bleeding wound, uncaring of the metallic taste on your tongue as you encourage the skin to knit together into a scarred mark that will never fade. Your head is empty; all you know is to lap at Wooyoung’s tender neck, to grind into him with your limited movement, every instinct crying out to chase down your pleasure, demanding for Wooyoung to surrender all he has to you.

The predatorial haze takes over, and you don’t snap out of it until you taste a faint whiff of distress in Wooyoung’s whimpers.

“Ngh, ‘s too much— Ah, ahhhh, Alpha…” he calls weakly for you, his instincts in conflict with itself; the wolf needs to buck into you until his knot softens and he has nothing left to give — but those final remnants of the human still linger, desperate and overwhelmed by his own body’s hunger.

His distress shakes you out of your daze, leaving you to feel oddly unsatisfied and untethered. The mating is not yet finished; Wooyoung’s spirit tugs at yours but it is one-sided, incomplete. You are incomplete.

But you push your discomfort aside, knowing it is only temporary. You have been through this before; Wooyoung hasn’t. He needs you to be strong, to guide him.

You run a clawed hand through his hair and press a soft kiss on his swiftly healing mark. The bleeding has stopped already. “Do you trust me, sweet pup?” you ask, trying to sound gentle despite the roughened edge in your voice.

“Y-yeah,” Wooyoung sniffles, turning his head so he can nuzzle at your palm.

“You can do this, I know you can,” you reassure him, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone. “Been doing so well, my good boy, need you to be strong for me just a little longer.”

He nods shakily. “Oh-okay, hmnh, I trust you…”

Affection bubbles warmly in your chest, watching how Wooyoung tries to blink away his tears. Despite himself, he can’t stop his shallow rutting up into your cunt; his wolf knows he has yet more to give, won’t let him rest until he has spilled all his seed in your womb, safely stuffed inside by his knot.

There is no stopping this, and so you take him through it, as gentle as your canine impulses will allow; leading his confused body to pleasure with your hands and your mouth on his body, wherever you can reach, wherever makes him feel good.

Wooyoung follows easily, and soon his gasps and whimpers are sweet to your ears again; his body no longer confused. You stop holding back, sucking at his throat and clenching around his cock until he cums again, and again, sobbing and writhing in sublime torment as he generously fills you up, your stomach starting to distend from the sheer volume of his cum.

The shift inside him is gradual. His lupine side slowly grows louder, more demanding, until it is powerful enough to endure the onslaught on his senses. Wooyoung’s whimpers turn to low growls, gritted teeth sharpening into fangs, and a jolt of excitement sears through you.

It is time to bare your neck to him.

You tightly wrap yourself around Wooyoung and overturn the two of you, landing on your back so Wooyoung is on top of you, your legs locked around his waist with him still buried deep inside your wet cunt. Wooyoung yipes, disoriented by the sudden change, but groans deeply when you tangle a hand through his hair, yanking him to where you need him.

Wooyoung shudders as he breathes you in, mouthing at your neck and shoulders, tongue lavishing at the seven marks already there like he can taste your mates (his future mates). He never stops his shallow, clumsy rutting, grinding his pelvis hard into your clit, his knot pressed against your walls.

Your breath hollows at the constant friction, panting at how he tongues your skin, honing in on his chosen spot. Your hand tightens in his hair, pressure building in your stuffed belly.

“Do it,” you rasp, voice hoarse from exertion and your own impending transformation. “Almost there, my pup. Do it, claim me.”

Wooyoung needs no further encouragement, budding fangs sinking into your shoulder, right next to Yeosang’s mark. Euphoric pain bursts through you as he bites down, still humping mindlessly in pursuit of more, more.

You mewl as tension coils and sings through you, every sensation intensified in the heat of the joining. Entangled in body and spirit, fierce desire spilling over into one another as the mating ritual is completed with a forceful rush of ecstasy. You clench around Wooyoung as the heat washes over you, clamping down on his thick knot with a ragged moan. Wooyoung snarls into your shoulder when your walls tighten around his cock, shuddering with yet another release as you pull him into freefall with you, a weightless plunge into searing pleasure.

Wooyoung trembles above you, his body shaking violently as he twitches and spills ever deeper inside your cunt. Humming with gratification, you press his hand against the swell of your stomach, to let him feel how he has filled you up. Wooyoung groans, careful not to dig his claws into your belly, still shaking.

His fangs finally detach from your injured flesh — and he immediately collapses on top of you, worn out from the mating and from cumming inside you so many countless times.

You breathe hard, putting your arms around Wooyoung’s collapsed body. For a moment you think he has passed out completely… but then you feel his raspy tongue on your skin, tiredly lapping at the fresh bite on your shoulder to try and encourage the wound to close up and heal into his mark, binding you together. Your body does not really need Wooyoung’s help, your innate regenerative powers more practised than his own, but you still burst with fondness at his care; pushing through his exhaustion to tend to you.

(You truly are so very lucky, to have found this mate.)

Wooyoung can’t possibly have much more left in him; but his wolf is not done with him yet. You can tell clearly from his scent and, more significantly, from the way his knot has not begun to soften yet.

Your lycan instincts roar at you to keep fucking Wooyoung, to drain him completely empty so he can breed you — but you repay his kindness, tending to him first.

Carefully, you gather Wooyoung in your arms, lifting him as you get up on your feet. He whines, his trapped cock twitching tiredly at the change in position. You are a little shaky from your own exhaustion, from holding your instincts down, but Wooyoung feels light as a feather under the power of the full moon.

You carry him to a sheltered spot right at the base of a cherry tree, where blossoms slowly flutter to the ground in a gentle breeze. There you find slight cover from the moonlight, and you know he can transform here with as much comfort as is possible.

Still careful, you lay Wooyoung down to straddle him again. He is whimpering, thick tears glistening on his cheeks, and a sweet satisfaction rumbles in your chest at the sight. You bend down and indulge in the taste of his flushed, salty skin with sweeping strokes of your tongue, the wet muscle slowly elongating as the full moon’s peak draws closer.

You don’t have much time left, so you slowly continue the shallow roll of your hips, mouth trailing down his neck to suck soothingly at his fresh mark. Your hands run up and down his chest, clawed fingers lightly scratching over his dark nipples.

“We’re not done yet, my sweet,” you hum in his ear, nipping at the lobe. “Gonna take all you have to give, make you stuff me full until I’m leaking around your knot, until I’m well and bred. Wouldn’t that be perfect, hm? My little pup giving me pups of his own.”

Your estrous cycle is not in its fertile phase right now, but that makes the thought of carrying Wooyoung’s litter no less sweet. How he would dote on his little ones, spoiling them rotten when he’s not busy trying to fuck more into your womb.

The thought stirs you up as much as it does Wooyoung; he snarls through his cries, bucking his hips in a futile attempt to flip you back over. You growl back at him in challenge, daring him to try. Making him waste all his excess energy as you ride him for a few final spurts of his seed until he cums dry inside you.

Wooyoung still whines and squirms, but it’s getting weaker and weaker, and his cock finally softens. It won’t be long before his knot follows, and you shower his teary face with tender kisses during the wait. You squeeze around him just one more time, unable to resist teasing a last whine out of your new mate.

He is completely worn out, just as you intended, moaning hoarsely when his knot gradually softens, a translucent trickle escaping past it onto Wooyoung’s lap. He makes a noise between relief and regret when you let his cock slip out, grabbing at your hips to keep you close.

Fur is starting to stand on his knuckles, and you huff in amusement when you realise he is pulling your hips forward while wiggling down himself, trying to get your thighs in his face.

“Greedy pup, haven’t I tired you out enough?” you lovingly chide him, pinching his cheek. You had anticipated for increased stamina, but his vigour goes beyond your expectations; you can only imagine what waits for you as he grows and settles into his full powers in the months to come.

Wooyoung grates out a low whine, an inhuman noise while the beast encroaches further onto his mind and body. “H-hungry…”

It can do no harm, you suppose, and you are never one to tell Wooyoung ‘no’ when he wants to sate his appetites on your cunt. So you indulge, allowing him to nuzzle at your soft thighs, smearing his cheeks with sticky arousal.

Tiredly he laps at your juices and the steady trickle of seed leaking from your cunt, his hand pressed on your belly. The bulge is less prominent without his cock and knot stuffing you full, but there is still a faint swell of his cum, amplifying the curve of your stomach.

You growl lightly at the lazy swipes of his tongue, leaving tingles of pleasure in its wake that are just enough to stir arousal but not enough to lead to a final release. Your own hunger snakes its eager tendrils through your veins, and you tangle a hand in Wooyoung’s hair to steer him, his mouth on your weeping hole and nose on your swollen clit.

He groans at your unspoken demand, fingers digging into your thighs as he slurps noisily and lets you use him freely for your needs. His tongue grows thicker as it elongates inside your velvet heat, and your grip on Wooyoung’s hair tightens with a sharp moan at the coarser texture against your walls, plunging as deep as it can reach.

You shudder and snarl, eyes squeezed shut in the chase for another high, closing in on your quarry with ease. Heat spikes in your core and fresh slick gushes onto Wooyoung’s long tongue as your thighs clench around him, like jaws snapping around their prey.

Panting hard, you ride it out against Wooyoung’s eager face, nudging his nose against your clit — but then the full moon reaches her highest point in the night sky, and Wooyoung cannot deny her any longer, even if you tried to keep him in line. But you don’t try, instead heeding the moon’s call same as him.

You shake off the unsteadiness from your orgasm best you can, and lift yourself off Wooyoung’s face to turn him around onto his elbows and knees, from where he claws at the moss and dirt around him, carving deep gashes into the dirt as his muscles and bones stretch and reshape themselves with loud, visceral noises.

Wooyoung is completely exhausted, so fucked out that he has barely any strength to fight the transformation; no human resistance left in him to make the process more painful and drawn out. Still, you hastily shift into your own wolf form, changes rippling through your body with a swift smoothness from countless moons of experience. It comes as natural to you as breathing, the enormous hulking mass of your canine body as familiar as your human shape.

You use your massive bulk to tower over Wooyoung, mounting his convulsing body to keep him restrained. Your maw gently but firmly closes around the nape of Wooyoung’s neck to calm him, partially shifted and covered with dark fur.

He spits out yowls and other animalistic noises as he changes underneath your, scrambling for purchase as hands and feet make place for clumsy paws. Wooyoung’s body swells in size, pushing against your larger form, but you stay firmly mounted until Wooyoung has completely slipped into his wolf and his shakes have subsided, slowly quieting down.

A hush falls over the forest in the wake of Wooyoung’s very first transformation.

Even you find yourself struck with awe as you clamber off of him, recognising the honour of being his witness. His crumpled form still breathes heavily, and you nudge your muzzle at his chest to help him upright, steadying him on his four legs.

Your sharp eyes take in his appearance with wonderment and admiration. Wooyoung is slightly undersized for a wolf, but with strong limbs and a beautiful shining coat, dark with conspicuous streaks of grey across the lines of his canine face. His eyes are a striking gold, long tongue lolling out of his mouth as he looks back at you with what you recognise to be a grin.

He yelps playfully and without further warning, roils back and pounces at you.

The following scuffle is embarrassingly short; he whines when you pin him yet again, but the sound is pleased, like he’s gotten exactly what he wanted. You huff a rumbling laugh of sorts and bend down to drag your tongue over his snout, overwhelmed with affection for your boisterous pup — no, wolf.

You throw your head back, and a deep howl echoes through the forest. Wooyoung joins you in a lupine duet, and it is not long before your other mates respond to the call with their own voices from elsewhere in the woods, knowing they have been summoned.

Mere minutes pass until they find you in the clearing, small groups of twos and three emerging from the cover of the forest.

You watch how they approach Wooyoung and sniff at each other; your mates are meeting Wooyoung for the first time all over again, while Wooyoung perceives them in greater depth, enriched by his wolf’s perspective.

Wooyoung basks in the attention, ears perked up and tail wagging adorably; your pup may have grown into a wolf, but he is not quite a predator yet. Seonghwa takes the last turn to reacquaint himself with Wooyoung, and immediately tries to groom his future mate, nipping at his fur — but Wooyoung has no patience to keep still, his energy renewed and bursting at the seams from his metamorphosis.

He slips away from Seonghwa and decides to test his newfound powers again with another playful pounce — targeting Jongho this time. Jongho, among the very strongest in the pack, predictably snorts and bucks Wooyoung off him with ease, retaliating within the blink of an eye.

Just like that, you and your mates spent the night together with playfights and chases, with long peaceful interludes where you are curled up against each other in a large pile of paws and fangs and fur, napping and grooming one another. You do not nap however, tireless under the moon and from the exhilaration of your new connection to Wooyoung, who whines affectionately as you lick at his face and lock your jaws gently around his muzzle.

As the night draws to a close, you lead Wooyoung away from your other mates, who seem to instinctively understand your needs. They let you have this one last selfish impulse, to keep Wooyoung for yourself again when he changes back.

You lay pressed together in the grass at the edge of the forest, blossoms scattered around you, watching the sun come up in the distance after the moon has shied away.

The transformation back to one’s human side is much easier, especially after a fulfilling night like this. The wolves have been sated, willing to rest until they are called upon again. It’s not long before Wooyoung’s naked human form rests next to you, half draped over your own body as he nuzzles at the fresh mark on the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“Are you alright, my pup?” you hum at him, gently carding your fingers through his dishevelled hair. Your skin tingles at the press of his lips against his bite.

“‘M not a pup anymore,” he mumbles against your shoulder, childishly petulant but, strictly speaking, not wrong either.

You breathe out a laugh at his grousing. “Of course, you big strong wolf,” you tease him, “but you are still my good boy, right?”

Wooyoung raises his head, dark eyes glittering in the budding sunlight with an unexpected solemnity in his expression. “Always,” he says, and rubs his nose against yours. “That’s what this means, right? I never have to leave now?”

You swallow down a sudden lump in your throat, resolving yourself to never stop pouring your care and affection into the deep well of Wooyoung’s heart. To make sure he never feels the need to ask that question ever again.

“You could have stayed no matter what. This pack is your home now, whether you are our mate or not,” you press on him, foreheads touching, “…but no, you never have to leave.”

Wooyoung’s worry fades at your reassurance — and makes way for a crooked grin as he cheekily bites his lip at you. “Would you hunt me down if I tried?”

With a good-natured growl, you flip Wooyoung onto his back and sit on his thighs, hands pushing his shoulders down. “Every single time,” you rasp. “We all would, all eight of us. You’d never stand a chance.”

Wooyoung draws a shaky breath, and you are amused to feel him twitch against your cunt. Seriously?

“All eight of you,” he sighs out, almost wistfully. “Doesn’t feel real yet, that you are my mate now. Tonight… tonight was just… yeah. Wish it never ended.” He tiredly grins up at you. “And I got seven more times waiting for me.”

He giggles, clearly not complaining about the prospect, and cranes his neck to reach up for a light kiss. You meet his lips halfway, deepening the kiss with just a touch of possessiveness at the mention of the other mating rituals.

It’s that inherent contradiction once again; even if your possessive streak is fading now that your mating bite clearly stands out against Wooyoung’s skin, a faint echo still rings through you, urging you to keep him to yourself — but you also revel at the prospect of witnessing how Wooyoung accumulates seven other marks next to yours, tightening his bonds into your family until you are one great whole.

It’s the latter emotion that asserts its dominance right now, your wolf humming contently at the thought of you and your family engulfing Wooyoung with such fierce devotion that he will always know that he belongs.

“Seven times,” you promise him in a hush, pecking his lips again, “and then a lifetime more to come.”

[airlocksandaviaries]

Every Data Outfit Ever, Rated (pt 2)

^^^ HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOU GUYS. THATS A LOT OF NOTES. IT’S TIME FOR PART 2 ARE YOU READAYYYYYY

#13 - The Classic Yellow Uniform (S3 Version)

6/10

Oh to wear one of these bad boys. The later season design for the Starfleet Unifrom are *chef’s kiss*. It looks thicker and more substantial, which is stylish and functional. But unfortunately that does mean we get to see less of his glorious dobonohonkeros. Knocking off some points for that. (But before we move on I just want to take this second to admire how radiant he looks in this frame. Beautiful man).

#14 - Henry V Data

3/10

I genuinely want to know what was running through the costume designers’ heads when they allowed this to happen. Yes it’s a Shakespeare production, but that doesn’t mean you need to create this affront to aesthetics. Don’t get me wrong, the costume itself isn’t actually that bad! I mean, the cloak and doublet have some serious potential. I’m actually into this look. What I’m talking about is the HAIR. Speaks for itself. Absolutely fucking not.

#15 - Yarr Lives AU Data

6.5/10

Okay hear me out. LET ME FINISH. I know it’s the exact same as the normal s3 uniform but you’re neglecting to consider the fact that I am insane. The violent alternate timeline just had such good lighting, okay? He’s literally glowing. Adds just that little bit of extra spice it needed.

#16 - Barclay’s Holodeck RPF Data

4/10

Is it aesthetically pleasing? No. Is it attractive? Absolutely not. Is he holding an epeé? Yes he is and that’s all that matters. I physically couldn’t rate it below a 3 if I tried. The outfit is an atrocity but he’s holding a sword which begs the question what would it be like to fence him. I am dying to know.

#17 - Kidnapped Data

0/10

LOOK WHAT THEY’VE DONE TO MY BOY. That bitchass collector guy turned him into a sex slave and coerced him to wear this outfit by threatening to murder someone. Disgusting. And for a queer-coded villain, he didn’t even have good fashion sense. This is probably the worst outfit I’ve ever seen in my life. You couldn’t pay me to put it on. You couldn’t make me put it on if you threatened to kill someone. I’m not as sweet as Data. I would have said let that bitch die cause there aint no way I’m letting this eye crime anywhere NEAR my body.

#18 - Lore Swapped Their Fucking Outfits Again

2/10

Yikes. Lore must have been in a REALLY tough spot after he escaped the Crystalline Entity because there is NO WAY any self respecting gay man would have worn something like this if he didn’t absolutely HAVE to. The only redeemable quality about this is that it kind of resembles a sweatshirt which is kinda funny but other than that, Lore, come on. Get it together, girlypop. Ain’t no way you’re walking around like this.

#19 - Red Shirt Data

20/10

hhfhmghh. I am. I am lookingh respcetfuly. Holy oh my fuck. This is doing somethign to me. The fact that they only let this happen for ONE SINGLE episode, AND during one of Riker’s many hallucinations was a CRIME. But I understand why they did it. The world can’t handle Red Shirt Data. I can’t handle Red Shirt Data. I have to move on now before I stare at this forever.

#20 - Keiko’s Wedding

9/10

Everything about this. The flower. The skirt. The gender. He looks beautiful and I’d like to imagine he’d wear something like this to his own wedding. With Geordi. Adorable, amazing, perfect, I love my android boy. ALSO look at his little SMILEEEEE AAAACKK-

#21 - Friar Tuck Data

1/10

Costume designers. WYA. I just wanna talk. He’s too hot for this shit and YOU FUCKING KNOW IT. (insert Bernie Sanders meme: I am once again asking why you would give him this haircut.) Not only is it uglier than the last bad haircut you gave him, but you also put him in a friar’s robes. That’s just straight up homophobic. 

Well, folks, that concludes Data’s Outfits Rated, part 2. Yes I combed through the entirety seasons 3 and 4 for this, and hooooo boy were there a lot of outfits. But trust me, folks, the best is yet to come. We’ve barely scratched the surface. Once again, feel free to send in any you think I’ve missed. Come back and join me for part 3, out soon. (also thanks for the reblogs on the first one you guys, I’m so glad you like it).

Part 1

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Smile for Me (Part 1) Zhongli x fem!reader

Summary: Zhongli never smiled at you the way that he smiled at his memories of Guizhong. Thinking that the only way Zhongli would ever be happy is for Guizhong to come back again, you secretly set off on a journey to bring her back to life. But it comes with a price: Your life.

Warnings: pining, angst, one-sided (at first), hurt, angst again, drama, some Guizhong x Zhongli, hints of Xiao x reader, MAY NOT FOLLOW THE ACTUAL LORE.

Read: (Part 2)  (Part 3)  (Part 4)  (Part 5)  (Part 6)

“Xiao, I’ve been serving Rex Lapis for a little less than you have...” You stand at the rooftop with your companion, the both of you watching as the people below, looking like ants, flit in and out of Wangshu Inn. “...and I know that he misses her. Every day,” 

There’s a silence between the two of you. The only sounds for a moment are the hustle and bustle of people, the distant shouts of kids playing tag. “...It does not change the fact that Guizhong is gone. What do you wish to accomplish?” Xiao asks, eyes piercing you in a rather accusatory way. 

You shift under his gaze, eyes travelling up to look at the horizon: mountains towering over the skies. “...There’s a legend about Wuwang Hill--” Xiao cuts you off before you can finish, “Wuwang Hill is a place of lost souls, Y/N, you cannot trust what you hear about it,” 

And just like that, you shut your mouth. You love Rex Lapis, and it was not the kind of love that the people of Liyue had for him. It was the kind of love that had your thoughts spinning out of control, your mind paralyzed with the image of him and your heart accelerating at the sight of his smile. 

At this point it must have been an open secret. Xiao knew. Verr Goldet knew. Hu Tao knew. Perhaps even Ningguang knew. It seemed that everyone knew. Except Zhongli himself. Or perhaps he did know. Sometimes you did get the sense that Zhongli knew but he... he must have been in love with her still. Her. Guizhong. 

“...Do not attempt anything reckless, Y/N,” Xiao warns, crossing his arms.

You smile a little at his concealed worry. “No promises,” you merely chuckle to which he just sighed to. 

“Y/N,” You hear Zhongli call out for you, just as Xiao drops to one knee to acknowledge the presence of Rex Lapis. “There’s no need for that, Xiao,” Zhongli says, but Xiao doesn’t listen and keeps on his knee. Zhongli knows it’s useless to try and coax Xiao out of the habit when you yourself still called him-- “Master Zhongli,” you bow a little and approach his side. 

Of the 1,500 years that you spent serving Zhongli, the last 500 had been spent as his so-called personal assistant. Running errands for him, keeping Liyue safe and communicating with the people of Liyue to see if there was anything amiss. 

“Just Zhongli, Y/N,” Really, he thought. He reminded you nearly every day about that and you still couldn’t get out of the habit. He didn’t think the ‘master’ title was necessary, seeing as he really wasn’t the Archon that he was before. “Let’s head back,” Zhonglis says, and turns around to start walking. You wave your hand briefly towards Xiao and follow behind him. 

“Zhongli, I’m afraid I have some errands to run later today. Sir Baizhu has requested my assistance to gather some herbs,” Zhongli turns his head towards you, face rather stoic. But you’ve been with him long enough to know that the look he’s giving you is one of curiosity. “Baizhu? From Bubu Pharmacy?” Zhongli asks.

“Yes, it would seem he’s having trouble collecting some herbs.” Zhongli goes back to walking in silence. He found it a little odd, how Baizhu would ask you for help instead of the Adventurer’s Guild. “Not to worry, I’ll accompany you back to Liyue before I head out again. Wouldn’t want you to be lonely on the way back,” You joke. Your hands meeting behind your back as you stretch your neck forward to catch the expression on Zhongli’s face. He chuckles a little at your statement. “Yes, that would be nice,” and you only smile wider as the two of you walk in comfortable silence. 

There was no request from Baizhu. You had lied through your teeth, and you had a feeling that Zhongli knew. There was no getting around that guy. He who had lived for 6000 years had all the experience about deceit and deception. 

That night. You went to Wuwang Hill. You presented yourself to a particular tree. Legend has it that the tree had the power to raise the dead...but one would have to actively seek the tree out and the price to pay was... “Your body, your soul and your existence,” You stood in front of the glowing tree, shrouded in a blue light. 

“My...existence?” 

“Everyone will forget about you,”

“Everyone?”

“Everyone.”

“Guizhong...” It was a particular night that you woke up, and as you were making your way to the pantry to get some water, you had heard him talking to himself. “It’s been some millennia since I last saw you, and yet...” he pauses here for a breath. “And yet I remember everything as if it was yesterday,”

“...Alright, I’ll do it, what do you need?” “Any object that once belonged to the person you wish to raise from the dead,”

“Do you like it?” Your head snaps around. Zhongli was standing at the entrance of the abode. You were sifting through documents in the living room, and had somehow stumbled upon a fa-zan hairpin. It was an elaborate hairpin. Intricate and elegant, with a purple lotus flower as its main design. You picked it up gently. What was something like this doing in a man’s house, you wonder. “It belonged to an old friend,” Something about the way he says ‘old friend’ makes you think that she was something more. “...I’m sure she wouldn’t mind, if I gift it to you,” You stare at it for a moment longer, and put it back into the beautiful box it was in. “...I couldn’t possibly take something so beautiful,” and had never touched it since then. 

“Well, young one? Will you accept the terms?”

“...Yes, I’ll be back with it tomorrow,”

In the dead of night as you travel back to Liyue, memories of the past 1,500 years flitting around in your mind...You can already feel that being forgotten was worse than death. 

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Machine Herald! Viktor Headcanons

info: 651 words of Glorious Evolution, and a cute little drabble at the end <3

cws: none! unless you’re scared of a little league lore…

I also mentioned that, if you’d like to see the metal man in the flesh, Viktor content can be found in both Vi’s and Jayce’s Legends of Runeterra stories!!! Here and Here, they only go for 4 mins each and have beautiful voice acting!

- You probably have your own mask. He made it for you to wear whenever clients come around to the lab, not wanting to give away your precious identity.

- Actually, he is real strict about protecting you. Safety was never a concern before you came along, Viktor is a big metal giant, nobody ever threatens to oppose him. (And when they do, it’s not pretty. This man has lasers).

- So when his life is uprooted by a small, fleshy human, Viktor isn’t too sure how to act. Dangerous people come by his lab every day, criminals and various threats that could end you in one swoop.

- It becomes pretty quickly known that the Machine Herald has a little companion, a pet as the local Chem-Barons like to call you. The nickname originally rubbed him the wrong way, but after you’d laughter it off he figured it wasn’t so bad. It made Viktor feel like he owned you, that you were his to protect and take care of.

- Yeah, so pretty possessive. Sometimes even overbearingly-so, but it comes from a good place. I’d say he has a good heart, but….

- Despite the rivalry that Viktor holds with Jayce, the two of you actually still get along quite well. Sometimes when Viktor is being particularly snappy, or just not letting you do anything, you’ll slink up to Piltover and sulk to Jayce. The two knew eachother for a long time, so he’s usually a good source of advice.

- Blitzcrank adores you.

- Viktor probably convinced you to have an alteration of your own, maybe a robotic arm or leg. He wants you to experience the Glorious Evolution.

- HE GROWLS 😍😍😍

- Dead serious. Canon. Actual fact.

“Don’t touch,” Viktor scolded, hands working away and some sort of contraption. Defiant, you continued to try and poke around at it, to which the Hexclaw slapped your fingers away.

This was a regular occurrence, when you’d get kind of snappy and start trying to distract Viktor. He feared that he didn’t give you enough attention, or the care that you needed, due to always being busy with work. It was a telltale sign that his pet was in need of some extra love.

“Five more minutes, baby.”

Those words should have soothed you, but they only added to the antsy fire in your gut. It was always five more minutes. Truely, you were sick of that phrase. Sick of always waiting a little longer, until eventually, something else came up. He needed to see a client, or fix Blitzcrank, or you just got tired and went to bed alone.

Hands trailed up Viktor’s metal neck, fingertips scraping over the patterned ridges. The noise stopped as you reached flesh, hooking underneath his mask with one finger and pulling it up.

A surprised, metallic warble left his mouth. The cutest sound.

“That is a safety hazard. I cannot continue working.” Viktor muttered, finally turning around in his chair to face you. Immediately, your hands were all over him. Thumbs pressing into the soft skin of his face, fingertips ghosting over his cheekbones. It was quite easy to say that you were obsessed with his face.

“Good,” You mumbled, sliding a hand into his hair, which had grown considerably long. “Just means you’ll have to pay attention to me instead.”

Two big hands wrapped around your waist, giving a gentle little tug. You understood the message, not hesitating to clamber into your boyfriends lap. It felt so safe there, resting against his chest, tucked away where the world couldn’t get you.

“I’ve got you, dear. I do apologise for being so absorbed with work. Though, you were well aware of my position upon deciding to intrude on my life. But no matter what I’m doing, my heart will always belong to you, until the end of time. Ehh, not literally, of course.”

[dead-boys-club]

†  finale : mikey.

request: somewhat * these are the 3rd/extra endings to: ‘do you love me?’ p1 / p2

beta’d: yes but i hate it and changed it five times.

a/u: this is a cluster fuck and was written at 3am. do not lore grill me. yes, y/n is.. let’s just use the word clairvoyant, of sorts. * banners do not indicate age or timeline.

Sighing deeply, you pulled your bag tighter over your shoulder and pursed your lips, beyond what the word "annoyed" could even cover. No one could seem to locate your boyfriend and the fact Sanzu wasn't present either did your mental state no good; how could no one know where they went?

'We don't keep tabs on each other like children.'

Hearing Rindou's answer, you wanted nothing but to stab something through your temple. 'Why are you answering Ran's phone? If I wanted your attitude, I would have called you.'

You could hear the dissatisfied sound on the other end before shuffling sounds. Finally, a small hum sounded, somewhat signaling you to go ahead and talk.

'Since you don't 'keep tabs like children'.. How about you keep tabs like reasonable adults, in a fucking criminal organization, on the man you call boss?'

'In our defense, he doesn't tell us everything,' Ran began, doing his best to word himself properly, 'I'm sure both of them are fine. Do you honestly think Sanzu would let something happen to him?'

You frowned at the idea of a possibly dangerous situation but he had a point, no one was more obsessed protective of said boss. 'Something just.. it doesn't feel right, Ran,' you mumbled, looking around to figure out where you were.

'You worry about him too much.'

Eyebrows drawing together, you shook your head despite knowing he couldn't see. 'You don't understand.. I've got good reason to worry.' It wasn't like you could actually explain it to him, not when you could barely explain to yourself, the memories.. or.. dreams, you had. Brushing the thought aside, you just deflated. 'Just.. let me know if you hear anything, okay?'

'Of course, of course. Anything for the sweetheart,' he cooed, throwing in the little tease as if he'd simply pass without adding it to every conversation you had.

'You're such an as--' your sentence got cut off by the sound of a gasp and a few other exclamations and you looked over to see what the commotion was about. Eventually your gaze went up and your phone hit the concrete; the last thing Ran heard on the other end was the sound of you screaming, voice cracked and all he could make out was the name 'Mikey'.

'You look exhausted.'

Laughing softly, you nudged the raven walking beside you. 'You're annoying.. I am, though. It's been such a long day!' You were being a little overdramatic towards the end, offering up a smile, 'I'm happy for them.. they belong together, you know? You can just see it.'

Looking over to you, he stepped closer to wrap an arm around your waist. 'What about us?'

Thinking to yourself, you couldn't help the deep sigh that sounded, leaning into his familiar frame. Considering the things you knew, you were more than positive that just like Hina and Takemichi, Mikey and yourself weren't falling apart anytime soon. 'I think.. there's nothing in this world could tear us apart.'

Showing a toothy smile at the words, Mikey tipped his head to press a kiss against your crown. 'I think you're right.'

The walk home from that point was filled with little comments, sweet nothings and some teasing, the usual way things went when the world was content. You'd never been more happy to return home and push your shoes off, wanting nothing more than to shed the uncomfortable dress you'd let Yuzuha talk you into.

Roaming from room to room and getting ready to step in the shower, you were collecting towels from the dryer when you heard the latter's voice.

'Hey, sunshine.. What are these?'

You thought for a second on what he could be talking about but instead of talking to yourself, you tossed the towels on the bed and made your way to the spare room. 'What?' you called, slowly coming up to the doorframe.

Your bright demeanor dulled a little, a frown settling on your features when you realized just what he'd found. In Mikey's hand was a canvas, one you'd finished and he hadn't failed to gesture to the few others. 'What.. are these..?'

The lack of malice in his tone said it wasn't something you needed to tread lightly with but how were you supposed to explain them? Reaching to take the canvas from his hands, you let your fingers trace the outline you'd done of his short, white hair. 'Uhm.. this is, uh..' you were having trouble finding the words, that annoying burning sensation at your waterline.

'It's me,' he pointed out as if it would ease your anxiety, 'but.. how.. why?'

'It's when I lost you,' you finally answered before something clicked in your head, looking up from the painting to him, 'Wait, no.. that was real?'

Mikey seemed to be just as confused as you at the comment and took the painting from you, carefully settling it back on the floor. 'Real?' He wasn't sure how to ask what he was thinking as he took your hands, honestly just trying to find some type of answers.

'I, I thought.. they were dreams or some weird hallucinations or just.. just something I made up in my head.. I thought I was crazy!' You could feel the way your heartbeat picked up and the way his hold tightened slightly on your hands, grounding you just a bit. 'I just.. it started years ago.. it felt like time kept changing.'

'Time was changing,' he mumbled, his own eyes becoming a little glossy as he released your hands in favor of cupping your cheeks, 'you stayed through all of it..' Mikey wasn't happy about the things he'd done or the person he'd become on multiple occasions but the idea you'd seen every version of him and stayed really did something to him.

'Of course I did.."nothing". remember..?'

'Nothing.' Pressing his forehead to yours, he closed his eyes and moved to wrap his arms around you. 'I remember what you asked me, you know.'

Relaxing against him, you hummed softly. 'I've asked you a lot of things over the years.'

'You asked if I loved you.'

Blinking a few times, you found him looking back at you this time and chuckled softly. 'I did, didn't I..?'

'The answer disappointed you,' he added, giving you a knowing look and you couldn't really deny it. You had wanted nothing more than for a simple 'yes' if nothing else but you understood, at the time, why he couldn't do that.

Mikey nudged your nose with his own before planting a light kiss to your lips. 'I do. I love you more than absolutely anything.'

Feeling yourself brighten up, you bit your lip to hold back the wide smile that wanted to form. 'Does.. that mean it's our turn next?' you asked, referring to the wedding earlier in the day, playing with the buttons on his shirt.

'Maybe?'